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Chapter 1

Posted on Friday, 8 February 2002

Elizabeth Bennet and her uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, were in their sitting room at the Lambton Inn, preparing to take a walk, when the door opened. Hannah, one of the inn's maids, curtseyed and entered with a letter.

"Miss Bennet, the post just arrived. This is for you." With another curtsey she handed the letter to Elizabeth and left the room.

Elizabeth looked at the address with delight. "A letter from Jane! I had wondered why I had not yet heard from her," she exclaimed. "However, I am not surprised, for the direction was written very ill indeed." She turned to her relatives. "Would you be very upset if I begged that we delay our walk?"

"Not at all," replied her aunt kindly. "Of course you want to read your letter. Your uncle and I will walk in the direction of the church and return in an hour."

Elizabeth thanked them for their kindness.

When the Gardiners had departed, Elizabeth sat down and eagerly opened the envelope.

Dearest Lizzy,

I hope that you and our aunt and uncle are having a lovely trip. We are all well, though I fear that sometimes our dear little cousins try Mother's nerves. She spends most of her time in her room or with Aunt Phillips. Father is often in the library, Mary continues her studies, and Kitty can most frequently be found writing letters to Lydia or visiting Maria Lucas. I spend much of my time with our cousins, I find I am happiest when I can keep myself occupied.

Oh Jane, thought Elizabeth sadly. You should be so much happier.

Lizzy, I will continue this letter soon, but I must go downstairs, for there is such a tumult. It sounds like father has received a letter.

Oh Lizzy, you will not believe what has happened! Father did receive a letter, from Colonel Forster. Last night, Lydia attempted to elope with Mr. Wickham! She was sneaking down the stairs at the Forster's, when the colonel happened to come upon her quite by accident, for he was heading downstairs for a glass of water. He would not let Lydia move until she would explain herself. When she finally did, he went directly to the front door, where he found Mr. Wickham in a carriage. Mr. Wickham was attempting to desert his regiment because of the debts he had accrued through reckless gaming and Lydia had agreed to join him. Mr. Wickham was promptly arrested despite Lydia's weeping. The colonel believes it is best that she return to Longbourn as soon as can be, she may well be here by the time you receive this letter.

We were shocked by this turn of events, though I believe Kitty was not so surprised. Our mother fainted, while Father seemed almost too stunned to speak. We always knew Lydia was flirtatious but I am sure none of us could have imagined this. Oh Lizzy, what if Colonel Forster had not found Lydia? I believe she loves Wickham, but with what we know of his character, would they have wed had they eloped? I am thankful that we will never need to know.

I look forward to your return, dearest sister.

Love,

Jane

Lizzy held onto the letter with trembling hands. To think how close her family had come to disgrace! She was certain a marriage would never have occurred. Lydia should never have been allowed to go to Brighton. Selfish, foolish girl!

Her reveries were interrupted by a knock. Hannah entered again.

"Mr. Darcy to see you, ma'am."

Chapter 2

Posted on Friday, 8 February 2002

Darcy strode into the room and bowed.

"Good morning, Miss Bennet."

"Good morning, Mr. Darcy," said Elizabeth, breaking into sobs. Her entire body began to convulse.

"Good God! What is the matter?" exclaimed Darcy, with more feeling than politeness. "You are not well. Shall I fetch a doctor? A glass of wine, would that help ease your present discomfort?"

Elizabeth's tears began to cease and she wiped her eyes with her handkerchief. "Thank you Mr. Darcy, but I am quite well. I am just overcome by some news I have received from my sister. I should be happy, for my family has been spared a great misfortune, and yet I feel a great unease."

Darcy sat in the chair next to Elizabeth and clasped her hands for a moment, until he realized his impropriety and dropped his hands regretfully.

"Do I impose too much, or may I ask about this news?"

Elizabeth looked up at Darcy. Seeing the compassion flooding his brown eyes, she smiled. "Mr. Darcy, I believe you are the only person who could understand my emotions at this time, for this story concerns Mr. Wickham. My sister Lydia has been a guest of Colonel Forster and his wife this summer in Brighton, where the militia has been encamped. Several nights ago she attempted to elope with Wickham but was stopped by the colonel before anything could happen. When I think of what would have followed had they not been stopped! She has no connections, no money to tempt him. She would have been lost forever."

Darcy nodded. "I am deeply glad that your family was spared such pain. However, had Wickham succeeded, the fault would have been mine alone, for I should have made Wickham's ill deeds public."

"Please, do not blame yourself," Elizabeth beseeched. "I knew what he was, but I did not think to warn my family for I was sure Wickham would not target us."

Darcy smiled. "Please, Miss Bennet, allow me to be chivalrous and take the full responsibility. Now we can be thankful that Wickham is in the hands of the law."

He and Elizabeth sat quietly for a few moments. Elizabeth then spoke up.

"Mr. Darcy, please do not think me impertinent, but might I ask what brings you to Lambton this morning? I hope your sister is well, I look forward to visiting her this afternoon."

"She is very well, thank you. I came because I was hoping to convince you and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner to come to Pemberley now and spend the entire day. There are some lovely paths I would wish to show you. May I ask where your aunt and uncle are?"

"They left shortly before you arrived, to walk to the church. I expect them back soon."

Darcy nodded and stood up. He began pacing around the room, looking rather nervous. The last time Elizabeth had seen him so preoccupied had been that dreadful evening at Hunsford. Was he intending to propose again? Did she wish him to? Elizabeth did not know what to say or think, and so she sighed in relief when her aunt and uncle entered the room.

Mrs. Gardiner immediately noticed her niece's red eyes.

"Lizzy! What has happened?" She then turned and noticed Mr. Darcy. "Mr. Darcy, what a pleasant surprise. I hope you are well?

Darcy bowed. "Quite well, madam."

"I am glad. Now Lizzy, I can see that something is the matter. May I ask what has upset you so?"

With a glance at Darcy, Lizzy shared the contents of Jane's letters.

"We are very fortunate that Colonel Forster was awake," commented Mr. Gardiner. "I am grateful that nothing ill happened to Lydia. Now Lizzy, do you wish to return to Longbourn now, or shall we remain here?"

"Jane did not tell me to return immediately, and we are to be in Derbyshire only three more days, so I would like to stay. I shall write Jane directly and let her know." Elizabeth felt slightly guilty making that decision. She did wish very much to see her family, but she was not yet ready to leave Mr. Darcy's company.

"Only three more days?" replied Darcy in dismay.

Mr. Gardiner smiled. "I wish we could stay longer, Mr. Darcy, for this a truly lovely county, but I cannot leave my business much longer, and my wife and I miss our children."

Darcy replied, "I came to Lambton this morning to make a request, and now that I know you will not be here much longer, I must beg that you will do me and my sister the honor of spending the entire day at Pemberley. I know you were to visit this afternoon but I would like it greatly if you could come now."

Mrs. Gardiner thanked Darcy for his generous offer but replied that they had already made plans to visit a childhood friend of hers. She was surprised by his answer.

"In that case, why do I not walk with you to your friend's? I shall leave my horse at the inn's stables. And I had been thinking of buying a new journal for Georgiana. It is not often that I shop in Lambton but this would afford me the perfect opportunity. We could then meet here at two o'clock, if that is acceptable."

The Gardiners and Lizzy happily agreed to this thoughtful plan and so the four departed for a stroll through Lambton.

Chapter 3

Posted on Thursday, 14 February 2002

Darcy, Elizabeth, and the Gardiners had a pleasant walk through Lambton. Darcy and Mr. Gardiner discussed the fishing they planned to do later that afternoon, while Mrs. Gardiner shared several amusing stories about her childhood in Lambton with her niece. None of the group noticed the looks they were getting from the townspeople, who wondered what had brought the master of Pemberley into town. More than a few were curious as to whether the pretty brunette who took Darcy's arm when they crossed a street was part of the reason.

At the home of Mrs. Gardiner's friend, Darcy departed with a bow and a kind word. He then walked back toward the shops, wondering if two o'clock would ever arrive.

Darcy entered a shop filled with jewelry, clothes, and other pretty gifts. Hearing the door open, the man behind the counter looked up.

"Mr. Darcy!" exclaimed the proprietor. "This is quite an honor. May I ask what brings you here?"

"I wish to buy my sister a present, Mr. Hawthorne. May I see your selection of journals?"

Mr. Hawthorne led Darcy to a table of books and journals. Darcy selected a handsome volume that was covered in ivory velvet. He was going to purchase the journal when a piece of jewelry caught his eye.

"That brooch is exquisite, Mr. Hawthorne. May I take a closer look?"

"Of course Mr. Darcy," said the proprietor, removing the brooch from its glass case. "You will notice that the brooch opens like a locket. There is room enough for a small note."

"It is perfect. I would like to purchase that and the journal."

"Excellent, Mr. Darcy. Your sister is very fortunate to have such a devoted brother."

I am devoted, thought Mr. Darcy, but the brooch is not for my sister.

After the transaction had been completed, Mr. Hawthorne screwed up his courage and commented to Darcy that he had noticed him walking down the street with three other people.

"Yes," replied Darcy. "The young lady was Miss Elizabeth Bennet, whose acquaintance I made last fall in Hertfordshire. The older couple were her uncle and aunt, the Gardiners."

"Gardiner, you say. I remember a cheerful young girl who married a man named Gardiner."

"I believe that would be Miss Bennet's aunt," answered Darcy.

Mr. Hawthorne smiled. "Little Madeleine Davis! She and her brothers and sisters would come into the store with their mother all the time. I used to give them sweets and trinkets. Such a lovely family. Well, send my best to them, will you?"

"With pleasure," replied Darcy. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Hawthorne. This is an excellent store, I shall have to visit it more often."

While Darcy shopped, the Gardiners and Elizabeth had a delightful visit with Mrs. Gardiner's friend. Mrs. Susan Harris was the mother of four lively children, who immediately gravitated to Elizabeth. She played and read to them while Mrs. Gardiner and Mrs. Harris reminisced about days gone by and cheerfully boasted about their children. Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Harris repaired to the library.

Much to Darcy's delight, two o'clock finally arrived. He had been waiting at the Lambton Inn for close to half an hour, having stopped to lunch after leaving Mr. Hawthorne's. Darcy had kept busy by reading one of the books available in the inn's modest library, but he was repeatedly distracted by every noise, in the hope that he would hear the door open and see Elizabeth enter.

"I hope you have not been waiting long," said his beloved when she and the Gardiners walked into the sitting room.

Darcy stood up and bowed.

"Not at all, Miss Bennet. I trust you had a pleasant visit?"

Elizabeth nodded. "And you, did you find what you wanted for Miss Darcy?"

"I did, thank you."

Feeling too awkward to say more at the moment, Darcy turned to the Gardiners and conversed about their respective outings. He then walked out with them to their carriage.

After handing Elizabeth into the carriage-and allowing himself to hold her hand a little longer than necessary-he walked toward the stables.

Three days, he thought. I hope I have enough time.

Chapter 4

Posted on Thursday, 14 February 2002

In the carriage to Pemberley, Mrs. Gardiner very much wanted to ask Lizzy about her thoughts on Mr. Darcy's behavior that day but sensed that it was as yet too soon to make her niece examine her feelings. She instead shared knowing glances with her husband. Both noticed Elizabeth taking several glances out the window, in the direction of Darcy, who rode his horse alongside the carriage. When they reached the gates of Pemberley, Darcy picked up speed, passing the carriage. He alighted from his horse and handed the reins to a waiting stable boy. Darcy then walked to the carriage and helped Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner exit.

"Shall we?" he asked Elizabeth, offering his arm. She placed her hand on his elbow and they walked toward the house.

Mrs. Reynolds answered the door and led the party into the sitting room. Georgiana, Bingley, Caroline Bingley, and the Hursts were gathered.

Bingley stood up when he saw who had entered. With a broad smile on his cheerful face, he cried, "Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet! How good it is to see you. I trust you had a pleasant day? Did you hear from your family, Miss Bennet? I remember yesterday you said that you had not received a letter."

"I did receive a letter, Mr. Bingley, thank you. My sister Jane wrote me."

"Is she well?" asked Bingley with barely disguised interest.

"As well as can be expected," replied Elizabeth, hoping that Bingley would catch her meaning. His fleeting frown gave her hope.

Georgiana was almost as effusive in her greetings. She expressed her delight, as she had the previous evening, in Elizabeth and the Gardiners agreeing to visit Pemberley again.

Caroline and Louisa exchanged glances. Putting on her most simpering voice, Caroline asked Darcy, "So sir, did you spend the entire day in Lambton? It must have been dreadfully tedious in comparison to the wonderful shops in London. Miss Eliza, you have spent time in London, have you not? I wonder if we have ever visited the same merchants."

"As a matter of fact, Miss Bingley, Lambton is a very charming town. I believe I shall visit it more often in the future," Darcy replied. "There are many fine shops which I fear I have neglected, and that is not proper for a man in my position. I made a purchase at one shop which I hope my sister will enjoy." He opened his satchel and handed the journal to Georgina.

"Oh William, thank you! You are too good to me."

William smiled and kissed his sister's cheek. "Nothing is too good for you, Georgie. Now I am sure you ladies have plans for the afternoon, so I shall lead the men to the pond."

Once the men had departed, Georgiana turned to Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet, is there anything in particular you and Mrs. Gardiner wish to do this afternoon? I was thinking I could show you our hothouse, if that is agreeable."

"We shall be delighted, Miss Darcy," Elizabeth answered warmly.

"Do you wish to join us?" Georgiana asked Caroline and Louisa. Caroline declined, claiming she wished to write a letter, while Louisa shook her head and returned to her embroidery.

With a barely perceptible shrug, Georgiana led Lizzy and Mrs. Gardiner down a corridor and into a beautiful glass-walled room that was filled with all types of exotic plants and flowers.

"Oh Miss Darcy, this room is beautiful," Elizabeth enthused. "This must be what paradise looks and smells like."

"I am glad you like it, Miss Bennet, but I must apologize for the rude behavior of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. They should not behave in such a way to my other guests. I must confess"-and here Georgiana's voice dropped-"I wish they were not here. Mr. Bingley is among the nicest of men, but his sisters make me uncomfortable at times."

Mrs. Gardiner replied, "I have not known Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst long, but I believe that many people share your sentiments. It is a shame when attractive and well-educated young ladies feel the need to disparage other women. But I must confess I would rather speak of our lovely surroundings. I would love to hear where you acquired these plants."

Georgiana happily described the history of the Pemberley hot house, pointing out her favorite plants, in particular an orchid that had been purchased in honor of her thirteenth birthday. It, like several other of the plants, had been a present from her brother.

Elizabeth listened in fascination. She was seeing today a most generous side of Darcy, one whose devotion to his loved ones was palpable. She had seen it in the inn and in his considerate behavior throughout the day. Never had she felt so much regret at the way she had misjudged him. However, she could not speak of that, and so she instead offered several compliments on the room.

When the tour ended, Georgiana led them back to the sitting room where they enjoyed tea, despite the presence of Caroline and Louisa. The men joined them soon after.

"Did you have a pleasant afternoon, dear?" asked Mrs. Gardiner of her husband.

"Quite so, though the fish were rather ornery at times. I do believe, however, that the fish that is hardest to catch is often the tastiest. Would you agree, Mr. Darcy?"

"Indeed I do sir," replied Darcy, with a lingering glance at Elizabeth.

As the Gardiners and Elizabeth had a dinner engagement that evening, they rose to depart when tea had concluded. Georgiana also stood up.

"Miss Bennet, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, if you are available tomorrow, would you join us tomorrow for a picnic? The weather has been so pleasant lately and I wish to show you more of the grounds before you depart Derbyshire."

"Thank you, Miss Darcy," answered Mrs. Gardiner. "My husband and I have a previous engagement but I am sure Elizabeth can join you."

"Are you sure you do not mind, aunt?" Mrs. Gardiner assured her she did not. Elizabeth turned to Georgiana and happily accepted the invitation.

"I am so glad! We shall come to the inn tomorrow at noon."

Darcy led the Gardiners and Lizzy to their carriage and helped Lizzy inside. "Good day, Miss Bennet, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. I hope you have a pleasant evening. Until tomorrow, Miss Bennet. I hope we are able to meet again before you depart, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner." Darcy lifted Elizabeth's hand to his lips and strode back to Pemberley.

Dinner was a blur for Elizabeth that night. All she could think of was Darcy, the feelings his kiss engendered, and what the next day might bring.

Chapter 5

Posted on Friday, 22 February 2002

Elizabeth was finishing a letter to her father when Hannah announced that Mr. and Miss Darcy had arrived and were waiting downstairs. Elizabeth sealed the letter and handed it to the maid for posting. She glanced into the mirror to be sure her hair was in order before following Hannah down the steps.

Darcy rose from the couch when Lizzy entered the room. With a bow, he inquired about Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

"They were quite well this morning, Mr. Darcy. They left shortly after breakfast to visit my aunt's friend."

"It must be so delightful for Mrs. Gardiner to see her girlhood friends," remarked Georgiana.

"It is indeed, Miss Darcy. I confess it makes me wonder if I might one day take a similar trip to Meryton," Lizzy answered. She stole a glance at Darcy, but the gentleman had turned toward the window.

He soon turned toward Lizzy and his sister.

"Shall we go to Pemberley?" asked Darcy, offering an arm to both ladies.

The party reached Pemberley to find that the kitchen had completed its picnic preparations. A basket had been filled with a variety of cold meats and cheeses, bread, and several pies, along with cider and wine. A folded blanket lay atop the basket. Pemberley's cook, Mrs. Evans, asked Darcy and Bingley, who had joined the others, whether they needed assistance in carrying the basket, but the men declined.

The four were about to walk toward the pond when Caroline appeared.

"A picnic!" she exclaimed with forced delight. "That did not sound so appealing yesterday, but the weather is uncommonly pleasant today. Might I join you?"

"I thought you had planned to stay inside with Louisa today," her brother replied. "Or has her headache subsided in the past half hour?"

Caroline waved her hands impatiently. "Oh, Louisa will be fine. I am sure she would not wish to have me cooped up all day. Now where is a manservant to carry that basket? Surely you do not intend to carry it yourselves?"

"Indeed we do, Miss Bingley," Darcy answered. "The kitchen staff has been so helpful this morning that your brother and I do not wish to impose further. You are welcome to join us. If you wish to ease our burden, perhaps you would carry the blanket?" Though Caroline tried to avoid any sort of labor, she could not appear ungrateful in front of Elizabeth Bennet, and so she lifted the blanket from the basket.

Elizabeth and Georgiana led the group toward the pond, the younger girl pointing out the sights. They walked down several hills before reaching a large tree-lined pond.

"What a delightful setting!" Lizzy exclaimed. "You must be here often during the summer."

Georgiana nodded. "I love to ride my horse here, while my brother prefers to swim." If Elizabeth was wondering how Mr. Darcy might appear after such an activity, the author will not speculate.

The basket, blanket, and their carriers arrived without incident. Darcy spread the spacious blanket and then assisted Charles with unloading the basket. Once everything was in order, the five sat down and enjoyed lunch. To be more precise, four of them enjoyed lunch. Unhappy to see how Darcy's attentions were directed almost exclusively toward Elizabeth, and displeased to see ants crawling on her shoes, Caroline stood up.

"The sun is too strong today, I should hate to be burnt."

"Let me walk you back then, Caroline," Bingley declared, before she could request Darcy's company. However, Darcy rose and remarked that he would join Bingley, as he wished to talk to the other man.

When the three figures had receded, Georgiana turned to Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet," she began.

Elizabeth interrupted her. "Please Miss Darcy, do call me Lizzy."

"If you will be so kind as to call me Georgiana." Elizabeth smiled in agreement, and the younger girl continued. "Lizzy, I must thank you for your delightful company these past two days. It seems like ages since Pemberley has been so cheerful, my brother was so withdrawn these past months. Until this week, I hardly saw him smile since he returned from Rosings."

"I am glad to hear that you and Mr. Darcy are in good spirits. I hope that whatever caused your brother's low spirits is no longer bothering him," Elizabeth answered. And she meant her words sincerely; it affected her to learn how deeply Darcy had responded to her rejection. His behavior since Elizabeth had arrived at Pemberley had been impeccable, and she began to suspect that he had long sought to show her how he had changed.

While Elizabeth and Georgiana continued to chat, Darcy breathed deeply and turned toward his friend. Caroline had been safely deposited at Pemberley, thankfully managing not to belittle Elizabeth during the walk. She remembered what Darcy had said two nights previous about Elizabeth's handsomeness and thought it best not to provoke further indications of Darcy's preference.

"Bingley, I have a confession I must make. Indeed, I ought to have made it months ago. Miss Jane Bennet loves you."

Bingley beamed. "She does? How do you know? Why did you not tell me before?"

"Miss Elizabeth told me so at Hunsford. I ought to have told you as soon as I returned to London but I was then too peevish to wish for anyone else's happiness."

Bingley looked at his friend in confusion. "Peevish? Whatever for?"

Darcy looked at the ground and twisted the signet ring on his little finger. This was the moment of the conversation he had dreaded. "Because I had proposed marriage to Elizabeth Bennet and she had refused, in large part because she learned I had separated you and her sister. Bingley, Jane was in London all winter. She visited Caroline. I knew of her visit but thought it best not to tell you."

"Not tell me!" Bingley exclaimed with rare anger. "You made me believe she did not love me, and then you hide her presence in London, and then you ask her sister to marry you after telling me how ill behaved her family is? And now you tell me that Jane Bennet loves me? What am I to do, ride into Hertfordshire as though the Netherfield ball was last week and not eight months ago?"

"If you still love Miss Bennet, then I suggest that you do. Though Miss Elizabeth has not indicated her sister's current feelings, I suspect very strongly that the feeling remains mutual, but you will not know until you can observe for yourself."

Bingley laughed hoarsely. "You thought ill of my observations last fall, why should I believe you will trust my opinion now?"

"Because, Bingley, I was a fool then. I was determined to see Miss Bennet as a pleasant young lady, but one whose heart was not easily touched. I realize now that her placid demeanor hid a fervent affection for you. I hope that you can one day forgive me, Bingley, but at the very least, do not allow any anger you may feel prevent you from possible happiness."

Bingley stood in silence for several moments.

"You still love Miss Elizabeth, do you not?" he asked Darcy.

"More and more each day."

"Then," Bingley asked with a grin, "would you like to join me on a trip to Hertfordshire?"

Darcy opened his mouth in surprise. "After what I have done to you, you wish to remain my friend?"

"I wish you had not led me astray, Darcy, but you had the decency to admit you were wrong. That is something I do not think Caroline or Louisa would have done. Besides, I do not wish to begrudge you a chance at happiness. If Jane still loves me and agrees to become my wife, you will have two staunch allies in your courting of Miss Elizabeth. Or three, rather, as I suspect your sister supports these endeavours."

Darcy smiled for the first time during their conversation, and the men continued their walk back to the pond.

A little more than an hour after they returned, the wind began to pick up. As Georgiana and Lizzy had not brought coats, the party felt it best to return to Pemberley before it became too cool.

As the basket was now empty but for plates, glasses, and silverware, Darcy offered to carry it alone. Elizabeth declared that she would carry the blanket. Georgiana and Bingley looked at each other and began to walk toward Pemberley, leaving the others more than fifty feet behind.

"I hope you had a pleasant afternoon, Miss Bennet," commented Darcy. "I wish that you could join us for dinner tonight, but unfortunately we have a previous engagement at a neighbor's."

"I hope very much that you have a lovely time, Mr. Darcy."

"I believe that we shall. May I ask what time you are leaving Derbyshire?" Elizabeth replied that it would be late morning.

"What is Hertfordshire like in the summer?"

"A bit warmer than here but still pleasant. The walk to Oakham Mount offers much shade."

Darcy set the basket down and lifted the blanket from Elizabeth's arms.

"Miss Bennet, I confessed my errors to Bingley this afternoon. He knows now of your sister's affections and intends to return to Hertfordshire in a fortnight. Bingley requested that I join him, but I do not wish to unless it is agreeable with you. May I come to Hertfordshire, Miss Bennet?"

Elizabeth gazed into Mr. Darcy's beseeching eyes. A slight blush spread across her face as she nodded her consent. Darcy broke into a wide smile, one which Elizabeth had never seen before. She realized at that moment that she wished to see that smile for the rest of her days.

Chapter 6

Posted on Friday, 22 February 2002

"I am glad to hear you had such a pleasant afternoon at Pemberley," Mrs. Gardiner said to her niece at dinner that evening. "I hope that we have the opportunity to see the Darcys tomorrow morning. Did either of them indicate if they would visit tomorrow?"

"Mr. Darcy asked what time we were leaving, so perhaps they will. It would be very nice to see him-I mean, them-again" replied Elizabeth, hoping that her face did not reveal too much. It had been only a few hours since she had realized that she loved Darcy, and she was not yet ready to confide in even the dearest of aunts.

The rest of the evening was spent packing. With two steady days of traveling ahead, the Gardiners and Lizzy went to bed early. She fell asleep dreaming of Darcy's eyes.

The inn's servants were loading the Gardiner carriage while the travelers waited in the sitting room. Hannah entered to announce the arrival of the Darcys and Bingley.

Bingley walked up to Elizabeth and shook her hand warmly. "Miss Bennet, I wish you the best of trips! I understand that Darcy told you we shall soon be in Hertfordshire. I look forward to my return. Such a pleasant county!"

"It will be delightful to see you again so soon, Mr. Bingley. Please send my regards to Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst."

As Darcy was engaged in conversation with the Gardiners, Georgiana took her turn to bid goodbye to Elizabeth. She expressed her regret that she would not be able to travel to Hertfordshire, for her companion Mrs. Annesley's eldest daughter, who resided not ten miles away, was in the latter stages of her confinement and needed her mother nearby.

Elizabeth thanked Georgiana effusively for all her kindness and the two promised to correspond faithfully.

It was at last Darcy's turn to bid farewell to Elizabeth.

In tones only she could hear, he declared, "Miss Bennet, I hope you have enjoyed your stay in Lambton. I have had few weeks that were more pleasant."

"I have indeed, sir. As I was telling Georgiana, the hospitality that you and she provided has been lovely. Please thank Mrs. Reynolds and all the staff at Pemberley on my and the Gardiner's behalf."

"With pleasure, Miss Bennet. Please accept my best wishes for a safe trip. I shall see you again soon. Until then, goodbye." And with his right hand he lifted her hands to his lips, while with his left hand he slipped a small package into the pocket of her traveling coat. Neither Lizzy, nor anyone else in the room, noticed the gesture.

Elizabeth and her aunt and uncle had an uneventful trip to Pemberley. The strong sun compelled Elizabeth to remove her coat, and so the discovery of Darcy's present would have to wait.

Chapter 7

Posted on Sunday, 3 March 2002

Elizabeth and the Gardiners arrived at Longbourn to the delight of nearly all its residents, except Mrs. Bennet, who was still ensconced in her room, nerves frayed from her dearest daughter's near disgrace, and Lydia herself, who sat sulking in the garden.

When Elizabeth exited the carriage, the coachman, who was carrying her coat, approached her. As he handed her the coat, a small box fell from the front pocket. The coachman leaned down and handed the package to Elizabeth.

"This looks to be yours, Miss Bennet."

Lizzy looked in puzzlement at the unfamiliar box. "Thank you. I confess, I do not know what this is, but I am most curious to find out."

Placing the box back in her pocket, Elizabeth rejoined her family. Her eldest sister ran out to her.

"Oh Lizzy!" Jane exclaimed. "I am so happy to see you. How have you been?"

"I am well, Jane. And oh! How much I have to tell you."

The party entered the house, where Mrs. Bennet soon joined them. Seeking the intelligent conversation that he had been without since Elizabeth's departure-for Jane felt obliged to spend much of her time soothing her mother's nerves--, Mr. Bennet beckoned Lizzy and the Gardiners to join him in the library, where they delighted him with stories of their travels. Mr. Bennet, never a man known for bouts of sentimentality, kissed his daughter on the forehead twice and repeatedly declared how glad he was to see her home healthy and in good spirits.

Elizabeth had hoped to speak to Jane prior to dinner, but time did not permit it. As the Gardiners intended to leave early the next morning, so they could reach London before it became too warm, that evening's dinner was held at an earlier hour than usual.

While she helped herself to a serving of roasted potatoes, Lydia spoke for the first time that day.

"Well Lizzy, I am sure you were glad that I did not marry Wickham, as I know you once had designs on him. I expect you would have been frightfully jealous had I returned here as his wife."

"Lydia!" cried Jane.

Elizabeth shook her head. "You are very wrong, Lydia. It has been many months since I learned that Mr. Wickham is a man whom I could never respect, much less love. You are fortunate that Colonel Forster stopped your elopement."

Lydia sniffed. "I am hardly fortunate, Lizzy. Wickham loved me, he said we would marry as soon as we reached Gretna Green."

"I wish that were true," Elizabeth replied, "but I fear that marriage may never have been Wickham's intentions." The room fell quiet.

Mary took advantage of the room's silence to observe, "This past week has provided a very important lesson to us, has it not sisters? For we see that a woman's reputation is as brittle as it is beautiful. And had Lydia been disgraced, we all should have been tainted."

At Mary's words, Lydia rose and tossed her napkin down. With a cry of disgust, she ran to her room. Elizabeth and Jane rose to follow her, but Mr. Bennet signaled them to remain.

"Do not mind her, girls. One day perhaps Lydia will recognize her folly, but until then I will not allow her to discomfit any of you."

Seeking to ease the meal's awkwardness, Mrs. Gardiner turned to Kitty and inquire about the latest news in Meryton. By the time Kitty had finished sharing her stories, dinner was over.

When everyone moved into the parlor, Elizabeth beckoned to Jane to join her in the two chairs furthest from the others.

Dropping her voice to a whisper, Elizabeth stated, "Jane, Mr. Bingley was at Pemberley. He will be returning to Hertfordshire in a fortnight."

"I am not surprised," replied Jane with forced calm, "for hunting season will soon begin. I am sure that is what brings him here."

Elizabeth smiled. "Jane, I do not believe that it is coveys he wishes to pursue. Had you seen his face whenever I mentioned your name, you would have no doubt."

The slightest of blushes spread across Jane's face. "Mr. Bingley has every right to stay at Netherfield. I am sure his return will prompt much speculation from the rest of Meryton, you and I should allow him his right to live as he chooses. I can assure you that I shall meet him as I should meet any pleasant acquaintance."

"Acquaintance? Oh Jane, do not pain me with such words," teased Lizzy, squeezing her sister's hand. "But, as you wish."

"Will Mr. Bingley's sisters join him?"

"No, but Mr. Darcy is. He asked if I would mind if he accompanied Bingley and I told him that was agreeable to me."

Jane looked seriously at her sister. "Lizzy, I believe something occurred in Pemberley that you are not sharing. However, I shall not ask till we have more privacy."

A little past nine, the Bennets and Gardiners left the sitting room to prepare for bed. Lizzy kissed her little cousins and walked up the stairs to her bedroom.

The day had been so busy that Elizabeth had not had time to inspect the contents of the box in her coat. Now that she was alone, it was time to ease her curiosity. She took out the box and untied its silver ribbon. Inside was a purple velvet pouch. Elizabeth poured the contents of the pouch into her hand. She was astonished to see an intricately carved ivory brooch. The brooch was edged with gold and hinged at the side. Elizabeth opened the brooch and a small, tightly rolled piece of paper fluttered out. She caught the paper before it fell to the ground. Elizabeth unrolled the note, which was filled from top to bottom with a masculine hand she recognized instantly.

Dear Miss Bennet,

I bought this on the day we spent in Lambton. Although I had entered a shop with the intention of buying only a gift for Georgiana, I knew when I saw this brooch that it should be worn by none but you. Please accept it with my best wishes.

I must thank you for these past few days in Derbyshire. After my abominable behavior to you in April, I could not have blamed you had you not wished to renew our acquaintance. Thank you, again and again, for allowing me to show you how I have taken your reproofs to heart. There is very little I desire more than knowing I have your good opinion.

Miss Bennet, is it too much to ask whether I may have the opportunity to truly court you? If you wish to give me that opportunity, please wear this brooch on the day that Bingley and I come to Longbourn. We expect to reach Netherfield on the fifteenth of August and will visit Longbourn that evening.

I hope that you and your family are in the best of health.

With fond regards,

Fitzwilliam Darcy

Elizabeth's eyes glistened as she kissed the note and placed it back in the brooch. She then readied herself for bed and fell asleep, hoping that she would have the patience to endure the next two weeks.

Chapter 8

Posted on Sunday, 3 March 2002

The next morning, as the Gardiners were preparing to depart, Elizabeth pulled Jane and her aunt aside and showed them the brooch and note. As Mrs. Gardiner had never known of Mr. Darcy's proposal, Elizabeth explained much of what had happened in Hunsford, including an abbreviated description of Mr. Darcy's letter. She also told her aunt of Darcy and Bingley's plans.

"Lizzy, do you intend to wear this brooch?" Mrs. Gardiner inquired.

Elizabeth nodded. "I do, aunt. I was wrong to despise Mr. Darcy, now I know his true character."

"I could see at Pemberley that he is among the best of young men. I believe there is no one more deserving of your heart. I wish you and Jane the greatest of happiness in these coming weeks." Mrs. Gardiner kissed her nieces and then walked with them to the carriage.

A few days after Lizzy had returned to Longbourn, she was delighted to receive a letter from Georgiana. She took the letter to the garden to read and was soon joined by Jane. Elizabeth handed the missive to Jane.

After she finished reading, Jane commented, "Miss Darcy sounds like a sweet young lady."

"Oh she is, Jane. I wish you could meet her but she will not be able to visit Hertfordshire on this trip. Perhaps, if we are fortunate, we shall have further opportunities to meet her."

"I notice that Miss Darcy writes that her brother has been quiet since you left," Jane remarked with a smile.

As Elizabeth and Jane continued to discuss the contents of the letter, and Elizabeth described in greater detail the events at Pemberley, they did not notice Kitty walking by. Kitty heard only a few scattered phrases, but it was enough to pique her curiosity.

On her next visit to Lucas Lodge, Kitty told Maria what she had overheard.

"Lizzy is a particular correspondent of Mr. Darcy's sister?" asked Maria. "I did not realize she was so close to the Darcys. Perhaps Charlotte knows more, I shall be sure to write to her."

The reader can hardly be surprised to learn that as soon as Charlotte heard from her sister, Mr. Collins took it upon himself to read that letter and share its contents with Lady Catherine, who was not especially happy to learn that her niece was writing to such an impudent girl. However, it was not till nearly two weeks later, when a letter from Maria revealed Mr. Darcy's presence in Hertfordshire, that Lady Catherine felt she must take action.

Meanwhile, life in Meryton was progressing in the usual fashion. Elizabeth woke up every day, thankful that she was one day closer to seeing Mr. Darcy. Although Jane was not ready to admit it to even her dearest sister, she was beginning to greatly anticipate Mr. Bingley's return. While the two sisters waited, they tried to fill their time by reaching out to Lydia, who continued to disdain all but Kitty-she being the only Bennet who thought that Wickham might have had good intentions and felt that few things were more romantic than an elopement. Elizabeth expressed her frustration at Lydia's continued stubbornness, but Jane beseeched her sister to be patient and acknowledge Lydia's youth and relative ignorance.

"I hope you are right, Jane," sighed Elizabeth. "But now that our mother has seen fit to indulge Lydia again, I fear she may never be willing to acknowledge Mr. Wickham's true character."

Lydia's behavior aside, the fortnight passed by more quickly than either Elizabeth or Jane expected, though not quite as fast as they might have wished. The most recent letter from Georgiana had reconfirmed her brother and Bingley's plans, and so now there was nothing left to do but wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 9

Posted on Sunday, 10 March 2002

On the day Darcy had promised he and Bingley would return to Hertfordshire, Elizabeth and her sisters were gathered in the parlor. They had finished breakfast a little more than an hour earlier and were now occupying themselves with needlework and letter-writing. Elizabeth had nearly completed her letter to Georgiana when Mrs. Bennet came excitedly into the room.

"Look, girls!" she cried, waving a piece of paper. "A note from Netherfield! Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy have returned just this morning. They say they would like to visit Longbourn this afternoon, if it pleases us. Lizzy, I need the desk to write my reply. Oh! I knew that Mr. Bingley could not stay away from your beauty forever Jane. Move aside Lizzy! I am sure that whatever you are writing can wait."

With a smile at Jane, Elizabeth rose from her chair and walked toward the window. Though she could not see Netherfield, she imagined what Mr. Darcy was doing. What might he be thinking these next few hours?

Mrs. Bennet quickly wrote and dispatched her note. With that minor task out of the way, she could now consult Hill on what Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy might best enjoy with their tea. Lydia and Kitty began to chatter loudly as to whether Mr. Bingley might be persuaded to hold another ball.

Seeking privacy, Jane and Elizabeth walked out to the garden.

"How are you feeling, Jane?" asked her sister.

"I am well, Lizzy. I knew Mr. Bingley would be arriving so there has been sufficient time to prepare myself. But what of you?"

"I look forward to seeing Mr. Darcy. I confess that I long to see his reaction when he notices I am wearing the brooch. If only our sisters can behave themselves. The last time Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy saw them was at the Netherfield ball."

Jane nodded. "We must hope that in a more private setting they will not be so eager to put themselves on display."

The sisters continued their stroll for another half hour. As the sun began to rise to its highest point, the sharp warmth prompted them to return to the house. A light lunch soon followed and then it was time to return to the parlor and wait.

Bingley and Darcy were to arrive at four o'clock. An hour before they were due the Bennet sisters retreated to their bedrooms. Mrs. Bennet had urged them to put on finer dresses. Elizabeth selected a burgundy gown that provided a beautiful contrast to the brooch and pinned the jewelry above her heart. She called in the maid to help arrange her hair. When all her curls were exactly as Elizabeth wished, she returned downstairs.

Mr. Bennet had now joined the rest of his family, having decided that the return of the two wealthiest men Hertfordshire had ever known trumped whatever might be found in his library.

"You look quite pretty, Lizzy," he commented.

"Thank you, sir."

Mrs. Bennet appraised her second-eldest daughter. "Lizzy, I do not recognize that pin. Where did you get it?"

"I purchased it in Lambton, mother," Elizabeth lied.

Elizabeth was spared from answering any other questions when Hill entered the room and announced the arrival of Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. Greetings were offered all around, and then Bingley and Darcy sat down. Bingley had been fortunate to spy an empty chair near Jane, who smiled sweetly as he approached. The remaining chair was near Mary, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth to content themselves with his whispered "Thank you" and discreet nod toward her brooch as he walked by.

"I hope that both your families were in good health when you departed Pemberley?" asked Elizabeth when both men were comfortably situated.

Darcy nodded. "They are indeed, Miss Bennet, thank you. Georgiana is doing quite well. Your letters are a source of much happiness. Mr. Bingley's sister and brother-in-law are visiting friends in Bath, they departed several days after you and your uncle and aunt."

"Lizzy tells us she had the pleasure of visiting Pemberley several times, Mr. Darcy," said Mrs. Bennet. "I must thank you on behalf of my family for your kindness, as I am sure that such a grand estate must keep you quite busy."

"I was pleased to have Miss Bennet and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner as visitors, Mrs. Bennet. I am fortunate to have the very best of stewards, so I can be assured that even when I am unable to personally attend to all of Pemberley's concerns, the house and lands are under excellent supervision."

Lydia turned to Bingley. "Will you be staying long? Will you hold another ball while you are here? I long for a ball! Though without the militia here, I daresay it shan't be near as fun."

"If Mr. Bingley holds another ball, Lydia," her father replied coldly, "you will not be permitted to attend unless you stand up with your sisters."

Bingley looked nervously around the room. Not wishing to enter into an awkward family dispute, he merely noted that he had not yet fixed his plans but would consider hosting another dance. With that out of the way he returned to the quiet conversation he was having with Jane.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was hoping for the opportunity to speak at length to Mr. Darcy. She was able to procure the seat beside him when the party entered the dining room for tea, but Lydia and Kitty's chattering prevented Lizzy and Darcy from exchanging more than a few cursory remarks. Jane, sitting across the table from Elizabeth, offered a sympathetic glance. At least, thought Elizabeth, Jane looks happier than I have seen her in months. Mr. Bingley appears as devoted to her as he did in November.

Before tea had concluded, Mrs. Bennet had extracted a promise from her visitors to return two evenings hence for dinner. Mr. Bennet extended himself to invite the men to hunt with him, should they be in Hertfordshire when hunting season began.

When Darcy and Bingley rose to depart, Jane stood up as well.

"Mother, I think that Lizzy and I will see Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy out."

With a grateful look at her sister, Elizabeth also arose. The four walked outside. While Bingley and Jane chatted for a few minutes, Lizzy took Darcy aside.

"I must thank you for the brooch, Mr. Darcy. It is exquisite and quite unexpected."

"You are welcome Miss Bennet. I believe it to be exactly the type of a gift that a lady such as yourself deserves."

Elizabeth blushed. "The note you enclosed was too kind. I was so horrible to you in April, I do not know that I deserve such apologies."

Darcy shook his head. "You have no reason to think ill of yourself, Miss Bennet. I will not allow you to castigate yourself for anything that might have happened. And now that I have your forgiveness, I am hopeful as to what the future might hold."

"As am I, Mr. Darcy," replied Elizabeth in a tremulous voice. Then, gathering more courage, she teased, "I must declare that until I read your note, I had not seen so many words written on so small a space. Have you other talents of which I should be aware?"

"You shall learn them in good time, Miss Bennet," replied Darcy, bending to kiss her hand.

"Shall we go, Darcy?" asked Bingley, walking toward the couple. He and Jane had been watching Darcy and Lizzy's exchange with delight.

Darcy nodded. He and Bingley bid goodnight to the sisters and walked toward the stables.

Elizabeth and Jane lingered after they had left.

"So," asked Elizabeth. "Do you still consider Mr. Bingley to be no more than an acquaintance?"

"I cannot say for certain, Lizzy, but I do know that one cannot question yours or Mr. Darcy's feelings."

Elizabeth blushed again, and the two entered the house.

Chapter 10

Posted on Sunday, 10 March 2002

Dinner arrived as promised. Mrs. Bennet had also invited the Lucas, the Phillips, and the Longs, so it was a large and cheerful crowd that gathered that evening.

"You are both looking quite well," said Sir William Lucas to Bingley and Darcy. "I understand your plans are not yet set but I hope you stay in Hertfordshire for a while. I am sure there will be some excellent assemblies for you to attend."

"Thank you, sir," replied Bingley. "I am sure we shall have a delightful time here. Such a pleasant county with such amiable neighbors!"

"Capital, capital!" said Sir William, returning to his mutton.

Bingley turned to his right and continued his conversation with Jane; Mrs. Bennet had been kind enough to put their placecards next to one another. Elizabeth and Darcy, however, were once again set apart. Elizabeth found herself making distracted conversation with Maria Lucas and Kitty, while Darcy was fortunate enough to share in a few of Mr. Bennet's witticisms.

Though Lizzy could not talk to her beloved, she was at least happy to see that Jane and Bingley were once again so engrossed in each other that they hardly had eyes or ears for anyone else. Bingley had to be asked twice by Lydia to pass the bread.

"Would the gentlemen care to join me in the library for brandy?" asked Mr. Bennet when the dinner had concluded.

"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Bennet," Bingley answered, "but I see there is still a fair amount of sunlight. Would anyone like to join me in a stroll? Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth?"

Seeing an opportunity for a proposal, Mrs. Bennet cried, "Oh, I am sure Lizzy does not need to, she walks enough as it is. But Jane would like to go, would you not?"

"I think a stroll would be very nice," Jane replied tentatively, "but I am sure I would not want to exclude Lizzy."

Elizabeth replied that she would very much enjoy a walk. Darcy added his assent. Kitty and Maria also declared their interest, while Mary decided she would rather play the piano and Lydia chose to stay near the sympathetic ear of Aunt Phillips.

The six walked along the lane that led toward Netherfield. Darcy and Elizabeth walked a little ahead of the others and chatted companionably about the evening.

"Your father is one of the cleverest men I have ever met, Miss Elizabeth."

"I am glad you think so, Mr. Darcy. My father's sense of humor can be hard for many to understand. I have had nearly one-and-twenty years to become an expert and even now I often find myself at a loss," Lizzy replied with a laugh.

When the sun began its descent, the party turned back toward Longbourn. Bingley and Jane began to lag behind the others.

"Miss Bennet, may I speak with you in private for a moment?" asked Bingley. Jane nodded her assent and Bingley led her to a large rock not twenty feet away.

"Miss Bennet," continued Bingley after she was seated, "there is much that I must confess. I did not know till recently that you were in London last winter. Had I been aware of your visit, I should have come to Gracechurch Street directly."

"I had wondered why you did not come to see me," answered Jane. "When there was no word from you, after I had seen Caroline, I was certain that you never had loved me."

"Not love you?" exclaimed Bingley. He bent down and took Jane's hands. "Miss Bennet-no, allow me to call you Jane, for that is how I have thought of you for nearly a year--, I have loved you since the beginning. I foolishly allowed myself to be convinced that you did not care for me but I now know that was a lie. I am sure that your eyes give me the only answer I need, but I still long to hear it from your lips. Jane, will you be my wife? I vow to do everything in my power to provide for you and ensure your happiness and comfort."

Jane looked down with tears in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered.

"Jane, please look at me. I need to see your eyes."

After a pause, Jane slowly raised her eyes. "Yes, Charles," she said in a more confident voice. "I have loved none but you, though there were months when I was afraid to acknowledge it to myself for fear that I could not endure another day with a broken heart."

Bingley gently lifted Jane from her seat. "Our unhappiness will be forever in the past, Jane. I shall never hurt you again and I will be damned if anyone else thinks of causing you pain." Still holding tightly to her hands, he bent down and kissed her.

While Bingley and Jane were agreeably occupied, others had noticed their absence.

"Lizzy, have you seen Mr. Bingley and Jane?" asked Kitty. "They were right behind Maria and I when we turned around."

"I am sure they will be fine, Kitty," Lizzy answered with a smile.

Kitty thought for a moment and then giggled. "Of course! Mama will be so happy!"

The four decided to wait for Jane and Bingley. When the couple returned, they shared their happy news. Bingley decided that he would walk ahead with Darcy because he wanted to ask Mr. Bennet's permission as soon as possible. Elizabeth took his place by Jane.

"I am so happy for you, Jane. This is as it always should have been."

"Then you are happy to have Charles as your brother-in-law?"

"Oh Jane," answered Elizabeth, "I could ask for none better."

Bingley was able to gain a private audience with Mr. Bennet upon his return to Longbourn, while Jane sought out her mother. Both conversations took but a few minutes, allowing the dinner party to become an engagement celebration. Mrs. Bennet could not stop exulting about her dearest daughter's good fortune. Lydia was able to offer sincere congratulations, and Mr. Bennet teased his future son-in-law only a little bit before expressing his best wishes.

Elizabeth stood near Darcy while the good wishes spread throughout the room.

"Are you pleased by the news, sir?"

"I could not be more so, Miss Bennet. I told Bingley on our walk that no one could be better suited to him than your sister. We must hope that his sisters will see it the same way."

"If they do not, that will be their loss," said Elizabeth. "Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley could not ask for a better sister."

Darcy gazed at Elizabeth. "I must agree. Though my bias lies with my Georgie, I think anyone would be fortunate to have Miss Bennet in his family."

Elizabeth could only stammer her thank you and wonder when it would be her turn to add to the Bennet's happiness.

Chapter 11

Posted on Friday, 22 March 2002

After breakfast the next morning, Jane and Elizabeth declared their intentions to spend the day at Netherfield.

As Jane did not share her sister's fondness for three-miles walks, and Elizabeth was never much of a horsewoman, Mr. Bennet dispatched the carriage for them.

"Jane, Lizzy!" declared Bingley joyously when they arrived. "You both look very well. Come, let the maid take your coats. Would you like something to eat? Darcy and I just finished breakfast but I am certain that Mrs. Hawthorne can set two more plates."

The sisters assured Bingley that they were well fed. Bingley smiled and offered an arm to both of them, leading them to the sitting room where Darcy was waiting. Darcy stood and bowed when they entered.

The four decided that since it was such a pleasant day, they would take a walk around Netherfield's grounds, as Jane and Lizzy had little opportunity to explore the house when Bingley and Darcy were last in Hertfordshire.

Darcy and Elizabeth kept a respectable distance behind Bingley and Jane, as Bingley pointed out to his delighted fiancée the many sights of Netherfield. Although the grounds were not nearly as expansive as Pemberley's, they were still quite lovely. Willow trees peppered the landscape and not a quarter-mile from the house, a slight hill led down to a pond. Bingley and Jane waited at the top of the hill for Lizzy and Darcy.

"Lizzy," declared Bingley when the arrived. "Does not this pond remind you of Pemberley?"

"It does indeed, so I must beseech you to hold many picnics here."

"Pemberley sounds like a beautiful place. I should hope to see it one day," mused Jane.

Darcy smiled. "I believe that can be readily arranged, Miss Bennet."

They walked down the hill. A previous owner had built a bench next to the pond. The party sat quietly and absorbed the sight before them. All were aware that the wedding preparations would afford few moments of privacy for either the betrothed couple or their dearest friends and relations and none were willing to end their solitude.

However, the breeze began to pick up, and as Jane and Elizabeth had left their coats inside, it was decided that they should return to the house.

"Tell me, Miss Elizabeth," asked Darcy as they walked back, "how do you intend to spend the rest of the day here?"

"I thought perhaps I would make use of Bingley's library. There are many volumes I did not have the opportunity to read last fall. And what of your day, sir?"

"If it is not disagreeable, perhaps I may join you?" asked Darcy.

Elizabeth laughed cheerfully. "I believe I could bear the company with little complaint, as long as you vow not to read from Fordyce's Sermons."

Darcy looked around and, seeing that Bingley and Jane were too besotted with each other to notice anyone else, lifted Elizabeth's hand to his lips. "I promise to leave such eloquence to Mr. Collins."

When they returned to Netherfield, the party was delighted to find that Mrs. Hawthorne had set out a lunch in the smaller dining room. When the meal concluded, Jane and Bingley retired to the sitting room to write letters-Bingley to break the news of engagement to his sisters, Jane to her aunt and uncle-while Elizabeth and Darcy passed the afternoon by reading from a volume of Wordsworth.

To everyone's regret it was at last time for Jane and Lizzy to depart, but not until the sisters extracted a promise from the gentlemen to attend dinner the following evening at Longbourn.

After enjoying a cheerful conversation in the carriage, Jane and Elizabeth reached Longbourn to a scene of tumult.

"Jane! Lizzy!" cried Lydia, running to them breathlessly. "You will not believe who is here! Lady Catherine de Bourgh!"

The elder sisters stared at each other.

"Lady Catherine?" asked Elizabeth. "I cannot imagine why she would be here, unless she has news from Rosings. Did she say why she has come?"

"No but she demands to speak to you, Lizzy. La! I am glad it is you and not I, for she is such a fearsome-looking lady!" Lydia replied, running back into the house.

Upon Elizabeth and Jane's entrance into the front hall, Hill led them to the sitting room, where Lady Catherine was perched upon the chair upon which Mr. Bennet typically sat.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth Bennet," she declared imperiously. "Am I correct in assuming that this woman is one of your sisters?"

Elizabeth curtseyed. "She is my eldest sister, Jane. May I ask if you had a pleasant trip from Kent and that all is well at Rosings and Hunsford?"

Lady Catherine waved her hands impatiently. "Yes, yes, all is quite well in Kent. However, I did not come to Hertfordshire and wait nearly half an hour to speak with you about that. I noticed a pretty little wilderness behind the house. Would you be so kind as to join me in a stroll, Miss Elizabeth Bennet?"

Elizabeth flashed the briefest of looks at Jane and then nodded. "Certainly, Lady Catherine. Jane, will you please let Mother and Father know where we have gone?"

The unlikely pair walked in silence until they reached the wilderness-which was, in truth, just a pleasant collection of slightly overgrown shrubbery, but in the eyes of Lady Catherine, whose every plant and tree at Rosings was pruned to her precise specifications, the Longbourn garden was nearly as treacherous as an unexplored jungle.

Lady Catherine turned to Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet, surely you can have no doubt as to why I am here."

"I must confess, Lady Catherine, that I do not know why, if it is not to report news from Kent."

"In fact, Miss Bennet, I have arrived because of news I heard at Rosings. Is it true that my nephew, Mr. Darcy and his friend Mr. Bingley have returned to Hertfordshire?" Elizabeth replied that that was so.

Lady Catherine continued. "While I was waiting for you this afternoon, I was informed that you and your sister were at Netherfield to visit the gentlemen because she is engaged to Mr. Bingley. And I understand that may not be the only engagement. Miss Elizabeth Bennet, I have heard a scurrilous rumour that my nephew has made an offer of marriage to you. I know that this cannot be so, for he is intended for my daughter Anne, but I must hear it directly from you. Are you engaged to Mr. Darcy?"

"Your ladyship has declared it to be impossible."

"It ought to be, I am certain my nephew knows his obligations to his family. But upstart girls well-versed in arts and allurements have fooled many wealthy men. It would not surprise me if such a thing happened with Mr. Bingley, for he has not had the benefit of learning the responsibilities that come with wealth and a pretty girl like your sister could easily take advantage of that."

Elizabeth stared at Lady Catherine in dismay. Lizzy was tempted to turn away and run back into the house but she would not allow the imperious woman to affect her so. Instead, she breathed deeply and calmly replied, "Lady Catherine, I must beseech you to not hurl such false accusations about a most beloved sister and a gentleman who is already as dear to me as any brother could ever be. As for your query, your nephew is a grown man with obligations to many people. How he chooses to live his life is his concern, not yours. If he wishes to marry his cousin, then I am sure he will. However, you cannot force him to act in any way that displeases him."

Lady Catherine sniffed. "That hardly answers my question, Miss Bennet. Tell me now, are you engaged to my nephew?"

Although Elizabeth had little desire to give Lady Catherine the satisfaction she sought, she also wanted to end this chat as soon as possible; and so she shook her head.

"And will you promise to never enter into such an engagement."

Elizabeth looked directly into Lady Catherine's eyes. "I will make no promise of the kind."

"Obstinate girl! Have you no concern for your place in society? You cannot expect to be welcomed by my nephew's friends and family, you will be shunned by all."

Elizabeth smiled. "That may well be the case. However, whoever becomes the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine."

In response to this, Lady Catherine declared that if Elizabeth would not give her the promise she sought, she would go to Netherfield and demand a proper response from her nephew.

"Do not send any compliments to your mother, you deserve no such attentions. I am most seriously displeased!"

She condescended to allow Lizzy to lead her to the carriage and then departed without a look or wave. Lizzy could only watch as the carriage headed along the road to Netherfield and hope that Darcy would not be swayed.

Chapter 12

Posted on Saturday, 6 April 2002

Lady Catherine de Bourgh was not the sort of woman used to experiencing disappointment. When she had made the fifty-mile journey from Kent, she had been certain that Elizabeth Bennet would readily admit she was not engaged to Darcy and would not try to ensnare him. How could Elizabeth reject Lady Catherine, after the noble lady's condescension at Rosings? Fortunately, thought Lady Catherine, her nephew knew his place in society.

And so it was an even more determined Lady Catherine who walked up Netherfield's front steps and rapped sharply on the door. She nodded brusquely to the maid who opened the door, demanding to see her nephew.

Darcy had returned to the library after Elizabeth's departure and was happily engrossed in a volume of Coleridge when he was interrupted by his aunt's voice.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy, I demand a word with you."

Setting his book aside, Darcy stood and bowed toward his visitor. "Hello, Aunt Catherine. This is certainly an unexpected visit. Please sit down. What brings you to Netherfield?"

"Your follies have brought me here," Lady Catherine replied. "Darcy, I have heard reports that you intend to wed Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I have come from Longbourn, where Miss Bennet acknowledged that she is not your betrothed, but she would not agree to spurn any proposal, should you be foolish enough to make one. She thinks far too highly of herself, but I know that you understand that the heir to Pemberley must marry a woman of good breeding and elegance. I also know that you would never disappoint your dearest cousin Anne, and-"

"Miss Bennet said she would not refuse my proposals?" Darcy interrupted.

"She refused that simple wish. Selfish girl!" Lady Catherine noticed her nephew's broad smile and shuddered. "Surely you cannot be pleased at her declaration? Fitzwilliam Darcy, you will not marry Elizabeth Bennet! You are intended for my daughter and none other. Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus mocked? I demand that you promise not to wed anyone but Anne."

Darcy laughed. "Aunt Catherine, you cannot think that I will sacrifice my happiness on the basis of your selfish wishes. My affections for your daughter are solely that of a cousin and I have no intentions to ever marry her, nor do I believe Anne wishes it. Only I have the right to choose the next mistress of Pemberley, and it will be a woman who will fill my life and home with love, warmth, and humour, if she will have me. You were very remiss in coming here, and I must beg you to leave immediately, as you certainly are not a guest of Mr. Bingley, nor will you be a guest of mine. Please allow me to escort you to the carriage, Aunt Catherine."

His aunt got out of her chair and turned away.

"I am very disappointed in you, Darcy," she said, as she walked toward the door. "I shall see myself out. Good day."

Darcy sighed as his aunt departed. Family was important to him, and while his aunt's snobbery pained him at times, he hoped that she would one day be welcoming to Elizabeth. Thoughts of Elizabeth made Darcy smile, and he walked up to his bedroom with renewed purpose.

Darcy walked toward a chest of drawers. He pulled out the top drawer and removed a small box. Nestled in the box was an antique diamond and emerald ring. Darcy took the box and placed it on top of the chest.

Tomorrow, he thought.

He returned downstairs to be greeted by Bingley, who had been trying to finish his letters after Jane departed but had soon drifted into daydreams.

"Are you well, Darcy? You seem distracted."

Darcy thought about avoiding the topic of Lady Catherine but, realizing that Charles might learn from Jane of the visit, provided a bare summary of the events.

"I am sorry I was not there to support you, Darcy," Bingley replied kindly.

"It is quite all right, Bingley. I am hopeful that by tomorrow evening Lady Catherine's visit will have had a result quite opposite of what she had intended. And now, what do you say about a glass of brandy before dinner?"

Chapter 13

Posted on Saturday, 6 April 2002

The residents at Longbourn tended to dine earlier than those at Netherfield, so Elizabeth had little time to think about Lady Catherine's visit when her family sat down to eat. Her mother inquired about the visit; not wishing to reveal the actual contents, Elizabeth offered a vague story about Lady Catherine visiting a friend in Hertfordshire and stopping at Longbourn to let Elizabeth know the Collinses were well. Mrs. Bennet seemed satisfied with the story, but Jane, who was not of a suspicious disposition, gazed at her sister questioningly.

The conversation soon turned to discussion of the following night's gathering, which would be the first time the Bennet's neighbors could gather and congratulate Jane and Bingley on their engagement. Mrs. Bennet wanted to be certain that the dinner would be the finest that fall, and she kept questioning Jane as to which dishes would please Mr. Bingley most.

"Mother, you know how agreeable Bingley is! I cannot see him displeased with any dishes we serve," her eldest daughter replied.

"Dinner parties seem so dreary without the regiment," sighed Lydia. "Hardly anyone will want to dance! Not that it would matter, for I doubt Father would let me dance in my own home."

"Enough, Lydia," admonished Mr. Bennet.

When dinner ended, Lizzy beckoned to Jane to join her upstairs. There she told Jane of what happened that afternoon and her fears that Lady Catherine's argument would hold more weight with her nephew.

"Oh Lizzy, surely you can not think that! With the way Mr. Darcy has treated you since he and Charles returned to Hertfordshire, there can be little doubt about his intentions. I am certain we will see tomorrow that his aunt's words have had no affect."

Elizabeth nodded. "I hope you are right. Oh, Jane! A few months ago I could never have imagined that I would be hoping for a second proposal from Mr. Darcy. How quickly things can change."

Although Jane's words helped ease Lizzy's worries, she was still very nervous when guests began arriving for the dinner party. The Lucases arrived first, followed by the Longs and Phillips. Two other Meryton families, the Bakers and the Groves, were the next to appear. The final party to arrive was the most anticipated.

"Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, do come in," greeted Mrs. Bennet. "The men are enjoying a sherry in the library."

The men politely accepted her offer. However, before going to the library, they greeted the Bennet daughters. Darcy murmured to Elizabeth that he hoped to speak with her following dinner. Elizabeth could barely stammer her agreement.

Lydia had been in a foul mood all day, but even that could not prevent dinner from being a delight. As Jane had promised, Bingley declared every dish perfection, and Mr. Darcy offered several compliments. When the meal concluded, the women prepared to gather in the sitting room, while the men returned to the library.

Instead of joining the others, Darcy lingered in the hall and waited for Elizabeth to walk by. When she did, he gently took hold of her arm and led her outside.

"I hope that no one notices we have disappeared," remarked Elizabeth as they walked toward the garden.

"Even if they do," replied her companion, "they can hardly be surprised."

Lizzy and Darcy reached a bench and sat down. Rather, Lizzy sat down; Darcy paced in front of her. Finally he sat beside Elizabeth and clasped her hands.

"Elizabeth-"he paused for her approval-"you must know why we are here. So much has happened to us since we met. When I think of how horridly I behaved in those first months, it shames me greatly. Yet these past weeks have allowed me to hope as I never thought I could. Elizabeth, my devotion for you has never wavered. Please tell me that I am worthy of you, and that you will be my wife."

"I cannot think of anything that would bring me more joy. Yes, Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth replied, tears springing to her eyes.

Darcy brought her hands to his lips. Then, releasing her hands, he pulled a box from his dark green evening jacket. Darcy removed the ring and slipped it on Elizabeth's finger.

"Oh Fitzwilliam, it is beautiful!"

"This ring has been worn by the past six mistresses of Pemberley. Until I met you, it had not left my mother's jewelry box. No one but you could ever wear this, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth gazed at the exquisite stones and metal work. Though the ring was obviously quite expensive, it had the same understated elegance that marked everything she knew about Darcy and Pemberley.

"I cannot believe this is happening," she mused. "I have known since Pemberley that I loved you, but when your aunt visited yesterday, I feared all was lost."

"Not at all, my love. Lady Catherine's visit had quite the opposite effect. When I heard that you were not inclined to reject my proposals, I knew I could not wait to try again. I wish she had not visited you; it must have caused you pain."

"Do not fear, it did not last long and I dare say is already forgotten. Come, let us go inside, so you can speak to my father."

"That can wait, Elizabeth," whispered Darcy, as he leaned down to kiss her.

Chapter 14

Posted on Tuesday, 16 April 2002

While walking back to the house, Elizabeth and Darcy decided that they would wait till the next day to speak to her parents, as they did not want to intrude on Bingley and Jane's moment of celebration. To those two, however, all would be revealed that evening.

Surprisingly, little mention was made of Elizabeth and Darcy's absence. Mrs. Bennet had been too engrossed in telling Jane what she must buy at London's warehouses to notice that her next-eldest daughter had vanished. Her aunt Phillips did comment on Lizzy's return, to which her niece fibbed about Mr. Darcy wanting to share news about Georgiana.

Darcy offered the same excuse when he entered the library (the alibi being formulated between kisses), but judging from Bingley's wink, it is doubtful that his delivery was especially convincing. Nonetheless, Mr. Bennet was kind enough to allow Darcy his story, at least for the rest of the evening.

About an hour after Lizzy and Darcy had returned to the house, the guests began to depart. Bingley and Darcy made plans to return the next day.

With everyone gone and Elizabeth safely in her room, she could finally reveal to Jane what had happened that evening.

"Oh Lizzy!" cried Jane with delight. "I knew this day would come. And you are very certain that you love him as much as you ought?"

"As much as I ought, indeed, with every bit of my being. In fact, I believe I love him more than I do Bingley. I hope you are not upset."

Jane grabbed a pillow and pretended to toss it at her sister. "Nothing could make me happier, Lizzy. Other than yourself and Charles, Mr. Darcy will be as dear as anyone could ever be to me. Were it for nothing but his love for you, I should always esteem him, but now he shall be my brother. And I envy you, in one way. You shall have a much more devoted sister in Georgiana than I am destined for."

Lizzy reached over and took her sister's hand. "Jane, do not let Carolina or Louisa cause you pain. Charles will always love and support you. Your place as Mrs. Bingley shall always be respected. And if it is not, I can assure you that Miss Bingley and the Hursts will not receive any more invitations to Pemberley."

The sisters laughed and Jane departed for her room.

When Bingley and Darcy arrived the following morning, Bingley shook Elizabeth's hand with such warmth that there was no doubt he knew what had transpired.

"Jane, would you like to join me for a walk? Perhaps your sisters would like to join us? Lizzy, I know you are never one to refuse a nice walk."

"I am afraid I must decline, but perhaps Kitty and Lydia would like to join you?" Her sisters eagerly assented, Lydia especially as she could not walk about unchaperoned anymore.

"And Darce, what of you?" inquired his friend.

"I too must decline, as I wish to ask Mr. Bennet his opinion about something. If you will excuse me," replied Darcy, as he headed toward the library.

When the walking party had departed and Mary had begun practicing the piano, Elizabeth found her mother in the kitchen, planning the rest of the day's menu with Hill.

"Mamma, I should like to speak with you, if you have a moment."

Mrs. Bennet made a few more notations on the menu and turned toward Lizzy.

"I thought I heard a carriage, have Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy arrived?" Lizzy replied that they had and told her mother about the walk.

"And why are you not outside? And what of Mr. Darcy. Is he alone? How shall you ever be married if you do not know how to attend to guests?"

Lizzy could not help but smile.

"Let us talk, mother, and it will all be quite clear."

Mrs. Bennet and her daughter went to a sitting room where Lizzy revealed her engagement, as well as the source of her brooch.

"Oh Lizzy! Ten thousand a year! Bingley's fortune is nothing to it. I believe I shall go distracted! To think of the pin money and jewelry you shall have. He gave you that elegant brooch when you were not yet engaged, only imagine the finery you shall have as Mrs. Darcy! Oh, I hope he forgives me for not having liked him before! What a fine, fine man he is."

Elizabeth was spared from much more of her mother's ramblings when her fiancé and Mr. Bennet entered the room. Mr. Bennet swiftly crossed the room and kissed his daughter on the head.

"Congratulations, Lizzy. You shall be a very happy woman. I have no doubt of this man's affections for you, and having seen how distracted you were at breakfast, I am equally certain of your affections. I do not believe I could part with you to anyone else."

Lizzy thanked her father while Darcy politely accepted Mrs. Bennet's congratulations. The newly sanctioned couple returned to the front parlor to await Jane, Bingley, Kitty, and Lydia. When they returned, Lizzy shared the news. Kitty was delighted, as she had heard enough about Georgiana to be desirous of meeting her, and even Lydia managed a congratulation. Lizzy and Jane decided that they would marry on the same day and made plans to visit the Gardiners so they could shop in London with their aunt's guidance. Mrs. Bennet was gently convinced that her responsibility, in staying at Longbourn and planning the wedding breakfast menu, was just as important, if not more so, than what her daughters would purchase for their trousseaus.

Jane and Elizabeth escorted their fiancés outside when lunch concluded. Plans were made for the Bennets to come to Netherfield for dinner the next evening. Both couples drew away for some private conversation before the men returned to Netherfield.

"Elizabeth, I do not believe any conversation has ever made me more nervous than when I asked your father for your hand," Darcy declared.

Elizabeth laughed. "Even Lady Catherine did not inspire such fear, William?"

Darcy clasped her hand. "She could never prevent me from making you my wife, Elizabeth. Thankfully your father made me wait but a moment before offering his consent."

"You are fortunate," Lizzy answered. "When I was ten and wanted a particular doll for my birthday, my father made me wait nearly a week before he would agree to purchase it."

"And were you happy when you were given the doll?"

"I was indeed, sir," replied Lizzy, reaching up to kiss him, "but not nearly so happy as I am now."

Epilogue

Posted on Tuesday, 16 April 2002

The next two months passed by almost as quickly as the couples had wished. Trips to London were made; wedding clothes were purchased; settlements were prepared. Guests made their way to Longbourn and Netherfield, including the Gardiners, Georgiana, Miss Bingley, and the Hursts. Caroline and Louisa were as polite as Lizzy expected, and even Jane was not easily fooled, but she treated them kindly for Charles's sake.

No one could have been more delighted than Georgiana to learn that Lizzy was to become her sister. The younger woman arrived in Hertfordshire three weeks before the wedding, spending nearly all her time with Elizabeth and the other Bennet sisters. Kitty and Georgiana became particularly close friends, to Lizzy's great delight-she was a far better influence than Lydia ever was.

The wedding day at last arrived. Elizabeth woke early and snuck into her sister's room. Jane was already up and lazily brushing her hair.

"Jane, are you nervous?"

"A little bit, Lizzy. But I am certain that all will be fine. Speaking to our aunt Gardiner last night was a great relief. I love Mamma, but sometimes-"

Lizzy finished Jane's sentence. "Sometimes she says more than we might wish to hear." She reached over and grasped Jane's hand. "Jane, I must confess that while nothing could make me happier than becoming William's wife, I will miss you so! You and Charles must come to Pemberley as often as you can." Jane nodded in agreement. The sisters sat and talked a while longer, until the maid came in to help them dress.

A few hours later, Elizabeth and Jane stood at the altar with Darcy and Bingley. The vows were uttered, congratulations echoed through the church, and the carriages departed for the wedding breakfast at Netherfield.

The Darcys left after breakfast for London, from where they would travel on to a honeymoon on the Continent. Georgiana was to stay at Longbourn for a few more days and then return to London in the company of the Gardiners.

Elizabeth was awed when they arrived at Darcy's home in London. Although it was not nearly as grand as Pemberley, it was at least twice the size of the Gardiners' residence. After being introduced to the staff, she and Darcy sat down for a quiet dinner.

"Are you well, Mrs. Darcy? You have not had more than a few bites. I hope the ride to London did not wear you out," said Darcy to his bride.

Elizabeth smiled. "I am quite well, William. But it is not every day one is married, you know."

Darcy nodded. "Nor is it every night." He rose from his chair and walked over to Lizzy. Lifting her up, he whispered, "I do not believe I am very hungry any more, and there is much more of the house I wish for you to see." Darcy leaned down and kissed Lizzy. What happened after that is for the reader to conjecture.

As for the rest of the Bennet sisters, Jane and Bingley were as happy as two perfectly matched and gentle souls could be. They were even happier after purchasing an estate less than thirty miles from Pemberley. Both families would have three children-the Bingleys, two sons and a daughter, while the Darcys would have twin daughters and an heir. Kitty eventually married the new rector at Kympton and Mary wed a bookish young doctor.

After spending considerable time at Pemberley and Netherfield, Lydia gradually began to realize that a happy marriage depended on far more than physical attraction. Several years after her sisters' wedding, Lydia met a promising young officer at a ball in London. Jonathan Crowe came from a very respectable family, possessed charming manners and undoubted integrity, and completely adored Lydia. With all those attributes, and two thousand a year, he could not help but be a perfect husband.

The night she became engaged, Lydia excused herself from Longbourn's sitting room to write a letter.

"Dear Colonel Forster," she wrote,

"I never thanked you for running into me on those stairs in Brighton, but now I must. I never imagined that accident could lead to such happiness."

The End