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Chapter Thirty-one: Dinner in Style!

Posted on Sunday, 26 May 2002

"Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth began as they were journeying towards the peaks. "Please allow me to thank you for your disclosure yesterday."

Darcy looked up in surprise. 'Why should she thank me for such unpleasant information?'

"I know what you said was by no means pleasant, but I thank you for warning me of his character. I shall not disclose your information, I know that it was of a personal nature, but now I do not have to continue believing in his lies."

Darcy felt gratified that what he had said had produced such trust in Elizabeth. He knew he could trust her to keep his secret in return. He smiled down at her (he was after all quite tall), and tugged at her slightly to pull her closer to him, so her shoulder sometimes jostled him. It was rather a pleasant experience, especially as he noted that she seemed affected by it. 'Or was she? Don't get too confident! You do not know her feelings, and until you do, control your own! Darcy was a bit saddened at the thought of how little Elizabeth seemed to say in his company in recent times. He was hoping that this was because she was conscious of his regard and was ... 'was what, man? Uncertain of her own regard? That is not promising. Disliked my attentions? That is even worse! But look- she does not pull away, nor shrink from the slight touches. If only I could see into those beautiful eyes and read their depths.' He sighed heavily.

He saw Elizabeth glance up quickly, and then down again under his intense stare.

But that was all yesterday. Darcy was sitting in his favourite chair in his study, in his townhouse, contemplating, again, the lady who had captured his heart. The moments on their walk were precious to him, and he kept the image of her blushing cheeks and downcast, conscious eyes with him throughout the day. And today was going to be like no other, for she was going to step through the front door and see his townhouse for the first, hopefully not last, time. He fervently hoped that she would soon be intimately acquainted with every room. He dreamed of a time when she could be sitting with him on his favourite chair in this very room!

Having slept poorly, due to dreams- both pleasant and unpleasant- and a bubbling excitement, Darcy was up early. Too early to start ordering arrangements for tonight, and so to pass the time, he was attempting to read a book. He persevered despite flashbacks and daydreams until he could hear breakfast being prepared. The smells of food soon awoke within him a different hunger, one that could be immediately satisfied, and so he broke his fast.

Half way through, Georgiana, also an early riser, came in. He bade her good morning and inquired after her sleep. Georgiana was a tall young lady of about sixteen, with long blonde hair- disappointingly (for her) straight- and dark brown eyes like her brother. Her countenance was shy rather than reserved, withdrawn rather than serious and subdued rather than bubbly like most girls her age. Although her brother was thankful that she did not babble on like many other young ladies he had heard of or come in contact with, he was quite concerned as to how much her spirits had been affected by her recent trauma. Before Wickham, Georgiana had been shy, but not withdrawn. Darcy felt frustrated at the lack of communication that existed between the siblings now. But he was too uncertain and too fearful of Georgiana's feelings, to find out if she was still very much in love with the scoundrel and feeling that her chances were blighted forever. Georgiana was certainly feeling no such things, but was constantly disappointed in herself for her own blindness and the pain that she caused her beloved brother. She could never trust her own judgment again, and yet she knew that Mr. Wickham would not stop her from finding love again some day. She would not give him that pleasure. Meanwhile, she had to face the fact that her brother would not likely ever love her in the same way again. Not after such an incident. Both were afraid of broaching the subject and opening old wounds. What they did not realise however was that without the wound being cleaned, it was not healing.

So with the lack of communication between the two, the Darcy's relationship was strained. Of course most of the strain was only visible when they were alone together and when they were silent. If a conversation was occurring and they were both passionately involved, such as music or theatre, the barrier would slip and they would enjoy their close opinions and relationship.

Darcy could think of only one thing that would give him more pleasure than to see his sister happy again. He also hoped that his most wanted desire would bring about a return to his sister's smiles. 'A wife such as Elizabeth would be sure to bring Georgie out of her shell and comfort her whenever she feels insecure. I cannot. I do not know how to show her that it was not her infatuation that I was angry with, but Wickham's cruelty in playing with a young woman's emotions.'

"Georgiana, I was hoping you would be down early, for I had hoped to tell you that I have invited a few people over for dinner today."

Georgiana looked up in surprise. Her brother, although generous, was not inclined to fill the house with guests, especially when there were already two guests staying.

"I was also wondering if you could help me preparing the arrangements for dinner?"

Georgiana smiled with pleasure. She was so happy that her brother would think of consulting her about such a task. She had never hosted many social events, as was fitting since she was not Out, only quiet evenings amongst close acquaintances or family. Who could these people be?

"Certainly dear William! Who are our guests to be? When will they arrive?"

Darcy flushed slightly. "Mr. Bingley and some acquaintances from Hertfordshire that are staying in London at the moment."

Georgiana raised her eyebrows at his discomfort. "How many will there be?"

"There will be Mr. Bingley, Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Mr. Gardiner (the Bennet's Uncle) and his wife. Colonel Fitzwilliam, Anne and I dined at the Gardiner's last night after escorting Miss Elizabeth to her Uncles. She, ah, travelled from Hunsford in my carriage yesterday."

"Indeed!" Georgiana's mind was turning over rapidly. It has once been noted that lady's minds turn quickly from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment, and Georgiana was no different. Could this Miss Elizabeth Bennet be the one? Georgiana hoped so. Then she was nervous and anxious. What sort of lady was she? Would she be kind to Georgiana and love her brother as he deserved?

Georgiana, smiled broadly at her brother, happy to be involved if also a bit nervous at the prospect of trying to please a houseful of guests, and to please one lady in particular.

Brother and sister, reverted to the previous silence, though it was no longer quite as discomforting. The silence was only broken by Anne coming in to sit down. She was sorry to see that Colonel Fitzwilliam was not present, but smiled to her cousins and sat herself by Georgiana. Georgie smiled shyly at her cousin, they had not grown up together, although Georgiana had visited with her brother whenever he went for his yearly visits. But that had stopped a few years ago. She did not know why the visitations had stopped, although she was thankful for it; her Aunt was very oppressive, so much so, that Georgiana had never really had a chance to know Anne. Georgiana hoped that Anne would like her.

She need not have worried. Anne was quite determined to use her visit to its full potential, and looking at her young cousin, she realised that the young pale girl was almost a woman. Anne knew that music was a safe subject with Georgiana, and so started conversing of the latest composers. Georgiana quickly warmed to Anne and admired her for her taste.

"Oh Anne! You will have to play that piece for me! You make it sound so beautiful- I shall have to find out if I have it, and if not, we could go shopping later today, or tomorrow to purchase it."

Anne's smiled slipped slightly. "I am sorry, Georgiana, but I do not know how to play the pianoforte." Anne had not realised how much this admission would pain her. It was becoming obvious how much she had been neglected by her most attentive mother. To think that Georgiana, father and motherless had still received an extensive education and had acquired many accomplishments, saddened her. 'Georgiana will probably disdain the friendship now' Anne thought sadly.

But Georgiana, saw the sad expression filled with longing and regret, and since she really was a sweet girl, expressed her sympathy in such an earnest way, that Anne smiled in gratitude.

"Do not worry Georgie," said a voice from the door, "I was thinking that perhaps Anne could attend your next lesson with Mr. Fripps." A body followed the voice through the door, and Colonel Fitzwilliam sat down next to Anne, bestowing upon her a warm smile.

"Richard," warned Anne, "I do not wish to inconvenience anyone whilst I am staying here. The pleasure of being in London for a time, with such friends, is all I need."

"Nonsense, Anne." Richard found and clasped her hand under the table. "I insist! You show too much natural taste to be allowed to frizzle it away! I am sure Lady Catherine would be of the same opinion!" this last in his most snobbish accent.

Georgiana laughed delightedly, and begged Anne to be with her. "Mr. Fripps is an excellent teacher! He has such taste- I am sure he would enjoy discussing it with you."

Georgiana was very excited now about having another guest in the house- one that shared the same interests as herself. Would Miss Elizabeth Bennet also like to discuss music, poetry and theatre? This thought brought her back to her brother's need for help tonight. 'Why would he need her help? He was quite capable of hosting an excellent dinner party.' Georgiana smiled at his obvious desire to please someone in particular.

Darcy returned from his wandering thoughts at that precise moment, to catch Georgiana smiling at him smugly. Although somewhat alarmed at what could be amusing his sister so, especially if it had something to do with him, he was too glad to see the smile in her eyes to worry too much about it.

"Well Georgiana, have you almost done? I would like your opinion on what Cook will make for tonight." He rose from the table. Georgiana followed him out of the room, smiling at her cousins left to their breakfast. They only caught the first few words of what Darcy was asking Georgiana, but it sounded very much like what sort of wine would be most palatable for a young lady.

Once the Darcy's had left, Richard brought Anne's still clasped hand out in the open and kissed the back of it.

"And how did you sleep my love?" Anne coloured prettily at this affectionate declaration. "I slept wonderfully well." He continued without waiting for a response, "I dare say Darcy did, although he seems very much concerned about dinner tonight."

Anne smiled as Richard smirked. "I do not think it is because you or I are here."

"Indeed." They both grinned at each other, until Richard remembered a certain package in his pocket.

Looking around, to make sure that the door was closed and that they were alone, he kneeled in front of Anne, drawing out the little black box. Anne's eyes filled with tears at such a gallant gesture.

"My dearest Anne, I did not ask you properly, and was missing something yesterday. Please let me rectify the situation immediately." And opening the box to reveal a small, but precious diamond ring, he asked her, "Marry me?"

Anne smiled affectionately at her beloved, and stroked his cheek gently. "I would love to Richard."

The lovers were lost for a time in each other's eyes, until the unusual discomfort of kneeling on one knee, brought the Colonel back to his senses. Getting up stiffly, exaggerating his movements, Anne laughed delightedly. "My poor, old Colonel!"

Richard was not about to let her get away with such an adjective, and decided to let her know his father's reaction to the news.

"My dear, I met my father last night, when I went home."

Anne's eyes grew wide, with apprehension. "And?"

"Well, let me tell you his reaction to my presence first", the Colonel's smile grew wider as he related all to Anne.

"May I present, my sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy", Darcy stated proudly, as his shy little sister came forward in a simple, but elegant gown.

"Georgiana, this is (each bowed or curtseyed at their name) Mrs. Gardiner, Mr. Gardiner, Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Elizabeth Bennet (a slight blush), and Mr. Bingley, ah, whom you already know of course." He smiled a bit sheepishly at this. "Colonel Fitzwilliam and Anne are here also."

Anne rushed forward to embrace Elizabeth, "Lizzy, how are you? This is to be your last evening in London! It is such a pity- I was hoping we could spend some more time together." (Darcy fought down a stab of jealousy).

Elizabeth smiled fondly.

"But how wonderful you look tonight, Elizabeth!" Anne continued, loving the looks of discomfort from her friend and her cousin.

"Thank you Anne. It is always a pleasure to meet you, too!" Lizzy teased to overcome her embarrassment.

Georgiana was pleasantly surprised at both her cousin's openness and Miss Elizabeth's friendliness, and with such encouragement, she approached Miss Jane Bennet who seemed to stand a little to the side, smiling at her sister's happiness in seeing her friend.

"Miss Bennet?" Georgiana started, faltering slightly. "I am very pleased to meet you. My brother has told me much of Hertfordshire, and Mr. Bingley more about his estate Netherfield."

"Oh Georgiana, it is a wonderful place! Next time I visit, I shall ask Darcy to have you attend as well!" said impulsive Charles, who hovered anxiously about Jane.

Jane blushed prettily, and smiled warmly at the obviously shy young lady. "Thank you. Mr. Bingley speaks warmly of you as well" with a covert look in the gentleman's direction.

Georgiana got a strange premonition that Mr. Bingley and Miss Bennet had more interest in each other, and so left the two together, whilst she moved on to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

And those groupings made their way into the dining room. Mr. Bingley and Jane at the end of the table, quite happy to be alone in each other's company, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner with Georgiana next, Anne and Colonel Fitzwilliam following, leaving Mr. Darcy at the head of the table, with Elizabeth to his right. Although there were odd couples, Georgiana spoke to both the Gardiner's and her two cousins throughout the meal, leaving two couples by themselves.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed with the furnishings of the room- grand and fitting for a man of Mr. Darcy's wealth, without being gaudy and stiff like Rosings Park. The meal was also perfect in every detail, especially the wine, which was one of her favourites. Upon telling Mr. Darcy this, he smiled and informed her that Georgiana had chosen the wines, and that particular wine was one of her favourites.

This caused Lizzy to look over at Georgiana, who was glowing with happiness at being comfortably engaged with her Aunt and Uncle. She was a beautiful young woman, who looked much older than what she was expecting.

"Miss Darcy seems like a charming young lady, Mr. Darcy."

"I am glad that you think so," Darcy responded with a smile, "although I believe you have not had much of a chance to speak with her. Anne seems to have monopolised all your time before dinner."

Lizzy laughed. "Yes, she can be quite..." she floundered for the correct word.

"Dominating?" Darcy smiled. "I believe she does inherit that from her mother."

Lizzy laughed at his teasing. "We know Lady Catherine's frankness to believe Anne capable of something similar!"

A cloud passed over their faces at the mention of Lady Catherine. But Lizzy was determined not to let an unpleasant memory come between their pleasant tête-à-tête.

"Anne does seem very happy here. Is it the change of scene or society (with an arch look towards Colonel Fitzwilliam), that has affected her spirits so?"

Darcy smiled at this veiled attempt to know what had happened between the two on their walk. His smile turned smug when he realised that he, Mr. Darcy, knew something that Miss Elizabeth did not- something that she wished to know. He was thankful now that he had hounded Richard earlier today, when he had caught them holding hands, for an explanation.

Lizzy's eyes narrowed as she read the smug expression on her host's face.

"Pray tell me, Mr. Darcy, does Anne have a reason for her light-heart?"

Darcy tried to look innocent as he said, "You mean to say Miss Elizabeth, that a removal from her mother's presence is not reason enough?"

Lizzy laughed delightfully at his teasing. This was a different Mr. Darcy. 'Perhaps being in his own home, in a society that he is comfortable in, allows his true nature to burst forth?' It was then that Lizzy realised that she admired Mr. Darcy for his quick mind, and when he chose to, his wit. She had been worried that her growing attraction was purely physical, although she had to admit that she admired his sense of justice and kindness shown to her at Rosings Park. Now that she thought about it, there was nothing to dislike about Mr. Darcy, once he let you past his defenses. And he had let her through- did this mean that he felt something for her? Did she want to let herself hope that something more may happen between them? What about his family and social position?

Ironically enough, this was the precise moment the Earl and Countess of Matlock were announced. Darcy looked up in astonishment! He had not known that his Uncle and Aunt were in Town. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Anne also looked up in astonishment, although it was feigned. Anne was anxious to meet her Uncle and Aunt again, and gain their blessing. She knew Aunt Matlock would help her stand up against her mother's displeasure.

"Uncle and Aunt Matlock!" Darcy stood up, "I did not know you were in Town", throwing Richard a hurt look. Richard tried as best as he could to look equally surprised. He succeeded only because Darcy was quickly diverted by the Earl's greeting.

"It is good to see you too Fitzwilliam! It has been a few months. Hello Georgiana, you are looking well I must say! And is that Anne? I have not seen you for many a year! You have quite a houseful tonight Darcy! I dare say we should have called 'round earlier, but I wanted to get a glimpse at the young woman Richard has captured!"

The diners were a bit taken aback by the Earl's brusque speech.

Darcy started to smile, looking to Anne and Richard, until his Aunt spoke.

"Yes, we were quite curious to hear the news from my sister Catherine first, and not our own son, but determined to see Miss Elizabeth Bennet for ourselves! Your butler told us that she was amongst the guests here tonight. We are in luck!"

Everyone (besides Richard and Anne) looked up in shock, although Mr. Gardiner was not fooled by the quick smile that passed between the Earl and his son. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Lizzy and Darcy looked at each other in dismay. Lizzy closed her eyes in worry- she had dreaded that Lady Catherine would not stop with just speaking to her, and now here were Colonel Fitzwilliam's parents looking upon the match as quite an engagement.

Darcy sat down a bit heavily. Everything seemed to be going wrong. He should have considered that his Aunt would never let things alone.

"Father," Richard got up, playing his role perfectly.

"No, no, son. Now that I see her (Catherine described her perfectly), I cannot fault you on your taste."

Lizzy blushed scarlet as the Earl's glance paused on her. Darcy stood up protectively. "Uncle," he started, warningly.

"Sit down, Darcy. No need for introductions just yet. I shall just ask if Miss Elizabeth will accompany my wife and I, oh and Richard too, for a little private chat. Engagement things and such."

"I..." Elizabeth started, stunned. Surely this was a dream?

Jane looked sympathetically at her sister's distress. Bingley looked at Jane's distress with sympathy, although he was quite amused by the whole situation, in general.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were not sure what to do, and Georgiana shared their feelings. She was also a bit worried, because she had been formulating plans on how wonderful it would be when Miss Elizabeth was her sister, she had never thought that perhaps it was Richard to whom she was pledged. Still a cousin would be a benefit, although she was disappointed, even more so when she read the pained look of her brother.

"Now my dear, do not be worried," the Countess of Matlock came forward, to take Elizabeth's hands and lead her away, "we know Lady Catherine did not look with favour on the match, but my Lord and I will welcome you with arms wide open when we see how much our son loves you." She flinched slightly at her deception, hoping that her husband had a reason for it, and it would not require something a bit more drastic to get a reaction out of their nephew. 'As long as it is not just for his own pleasure! Sometimes David can be quite boyish.'

"If you just come with us, I am sure we shall all become nicely acquainted."

"No you cannot!" Darcy yelled, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I mean," he said moderating his tone, then becoming flustered, "Richard is not engaged to Elizab ... err ... (clears throat) Miss Elizabeth! We... that is, I had ... umm ... (started playing with his pinky ring) hoped that ... well, she..." Darcy stopped frustrated. Running his hand through his hair, noticing that everyone else was looking either sympathetically or in amusement at him, or not at all in Elizabeth's case, he started again. "That is to say, Uncle, Lady Catherine was wrong in her suppositions." Taking command of the situation, he went on, "perhaps we should adjourn into the library for our brandies, where we can discuss this in more depth. Georgiana would you escort the ladies into the drawing room?"

Georgiana quickly got up and directed her Aunt Fitzwilliam and the other ladies out. Darcy went through the other door, followed by the gentlemen save Bingley, who took this opportunity to ask Jane for a quick word.

"Do not worry, Miss Bennet, I am sure Darcy shall see it all worked out quickly." Mr. Bingley moved across in concern at Jane's distress for her sister. Looking around he saw that everyone else was preoccupied with leaving at present, so he grabbed his chance.

"Miss Bennet, Jane?" he whispered. "Would you permit me to have some private words with you next door?"

Jane looked up in surprise, and then nervousness at the look and meaning behind his words. She nodded shyly.

They both stealthily got up in the confusion created by the Fitzwilliam's entrance and exit, and left the room.

Bingley swallowed his nervousness, and pulled Jane into the nearest, empty room. When he was satisfied that they were alone, and that the door was closed to prevent any servant's prying eyes, he moved closer to Jane.

"Jane! Oh what a fool I was to leave Netherfield and not come back!" Bingley exclaimed warmly, rushing straight into his speech.

Jane half-smiled apprehensively. She was not really sure what her response should be, but she did not like Mr. Bingley speaking about himself in such a manner.

"Jane, oh hang it all! I have a speech prepared, but I am afraid that someone may interrupt us any moment, and I do not want to wait any longer! Will you be my wife?"

Perhaps not the most conventional declaration, but it moved Jane to tears nonetheless.

"Dearest Jane, do not cry, I have loved you since the Assembly at Meryton- you are such a wonderful lady- caring, gentle, beautiful, graceful, loving..." he lost track as Jane raised her tear-filled eyes to meet his. He saw his answer in them, and he could not help pulling her into a fierce embrace.

"Please let me hear your answer. I have heard so many different accounts of how you feel- first my sisters and my friend telling that you did not love me, and then your sister telling me that you felt for me as much as I did you. Please, let me hear how you feel from your lips!"

"Mr. Bingley, I..." Jane faltered, trying to check her emotion, but deciding to take Lizzy's advice from the night before and letting her feelings have full reign. "Charles," she stated more boldly, "I would be honoured to be your wife. I," swallowing a deep breath, "love you as I have never loved anyone! I was devastated by the thought that you did not care for me. But it is all over now! I ... well there is no better way to say it ... I love you, so deeply Mr. Bingley! I..."

Charles placed his finger over her lips to stop her from saying any more. "Do not worry my darling, I fully comprehend your feelings, and am so thankful! I shall go to Netherfield directly to ask your father's permission!"

Jane smiled her serene smile- one that had been missing for so many months. Such pleasure she was sure to give her whole family! Her father would be happy for her, her mother would be ecstatic, the younger girls would be delirious with thoughts of new gowns and bonnets, and Lizzy, dear Lizzy, will be truly happy for her! Jane had so much to thank her dearest sister for- reuniting Charles with her.

Mr. Bingley's thoughts moved in a similar direction, and they spent a few minutes discussing how it had all come about. Jane heard of Caroline's duplicity with pain, but had to accept the fact that Miss Bingley had never wanted her for a sister. Mr. Darcy she forgave fully and freely since he had obviously suffered so much, and the fact that she believed her sister to be quite partial towards him. It would not do to hold grudges against your husband's best friend and your sister's potentially future husband. 'My husband!' Jane smiled fondly at Bingley.

Bingley could not withstand such an affectionate look, and acted as any man violently in love would. He slowly caressed her cheeks and cupped her chin in his hands, and drew her gently in for a very soft, first kiss.

After the brief caress, Jane blushed very becomingly, but smiled at her intended. Bingley smiled back, and clasped her hand.

"I would remain here with you for ever, but I believe we must be getting back to the others before we are missed." He raised her hand to be kissed, and she nodded.

"I know we are not formally engaged, but would you mind if I tell Darcy, if he feels like speaking about anything after all this commotion?" Charles asked.

"Certainly Charles, I am sure Lizzy will find some way to get the information out of me tomorrow in the carriage ride home. But I will not say anything to my parents until you come back to Netherfield."

"To you," Charles interrupted gently.

After one more stolen kiss, they quietly moved down the hall to follow the others. Once Charles had safely shown Jane where the ladies would be gathered, he quickly moved to find the men. His haste however was unnecessary since no one had noticed his or her going or returning in all the speculations about what was happening in the other room.

As Jane silently stole into the room, her observant sister for once failed to notice her presence (or lack thereof) or the glowing happiness that surrounded Jane. Elizabeth was too immersed in her concern of what had been said, and might be said in the other room.

"Lady Matlock, I am sorry, I never even thought that the Colonel would propose to me, let alone that I would encourage or accept him." Lizzy blushed as she realised that she may offend the mother by stating her refusal of the son. "That is, oh! I did not want any of this!"

Lady Matlock looked in amusement at the flustered young woman, and if not for Anne, would have perhaps been disappointed that her son did not choose such a woman.

Lizzy turned to Anne, who was sitting beside her aunt; conscious that Anne loved the Colonel and that perhaps they may be engaged. "I am sorry Anne, I know that you have feelings for the Colonel - I do not wish to pain you with these constant references from your family that Colonel Fitzwilliam and I are engaged."

Seeing the real concern in her eyes, Anne knew that it was not a good idea to carry the joke on any further. "Elizabeth," she started quietly, "do not worry. I know for certain that you are not engaged to Richard, since I am."

Delight suffused Elizabeth's face at this news. "Oh Anne!" breathed Lizzy, "I am so happy for you! Is this what happened on your walk yesterday? You sly thing to never tell me about it!" Then her expression changed, and included the Countess, "I am sorry that this has caused you to reveal something that you may have wanted to keep close for a while. I do assure you now, as I did Anne then, Lady Fitzwilliam that I never had any designs on entrapping (blushing) your son. I can imagine what Lady Catherine had to say- she said as much to me!"

Lady Sophie was enchanted by the display, but also wished to relieve her own, and Elizabeth's mind on the subject of her supposed engagement to Richard.

"No, my dear, it is I, and my husband and son, who should apologise." Lady Sophie sighed. "I know you are not engaged. Catherine did write a most offensive letter to us regarding the engagement, and my husband was quite concerned for Richard. He arrived in London early this morning, and I was only a few hours behind him. He did meet Richard and had a long discussion with him regarding you at first and then later his engagement to Anne. Perhaps we should be silent on that subject until her mother gives her consent."

Elizabeth nodded, and smiled at Anne.

"Well, my Lord was extremely happy for Richard, and well, suffice to say that, Richard inherits his teasing and mischievous nature from his father."

Elizabeth was still confused. What had any of this to do with her? If they had known that she was not engaged, nor intending to be, to the Colonel, why did they enter and say as much?

Lady Sophie sighed at Elizabeth's obvious confusion. She had not wished to approach this topic- there was no real way of putting it delicately.

"You see, my dear, Richard had intimated to his father that Fitzwilliam was, ah, interested in a particular lady (Elizabeth blushed furiously at her pointed look), and knowing Fitzwilliam as we do, David decided to have a little fun trying to produce a reaction out of him."

Elizabeth did not know if she should laugh at the absurdity or cry over the mortification that they had knowingly inflicted upon herself and possibly Mr. Darcy and Anne! Anger won in the end, and composing herself quickly, she met the Countess' eyes coldly.

"I see." She stated simply. "Are you aware, Lady Fitzwilliam, of the great harm you may inflict upon individuals with such playful banter? Mr. Darcy certainly did not seem to be enjoying the joke at his expense. What right had you to force his confidence?" Elizabeth stopped herself from adding how very similar their behaviour was to another titled relation. Mrs. Gardiner and Georgiana who had tried, but failed to not listen in on their conversation, moved closer at this flare of anger.

Lady Sophie took the reprimand humbly, which surprised Elizabeth. "I understand Miss Bennet, what you are saying, and I do believe that we should not have done so. Only understand that we had his best intentions at heart!"

"I do not believe you my Lady. If you were thinking of him, why would you not simply let him determine his own heart?"

"You are right." Lady Sophie responded simply. "We did not think of Fitzwilliam, only the fun to be had, and I followed along. I am extremely sorry, and only hope that one day you may forgive us our interference."

Elizabeth softened somewhat. 'I am sure my father would have enjoyed this evening extremely, I am sure I shall tomorrow. It was all too absurd! Why could people just leave us be? Who knows if Mr. Darcy has feelings for me? I hope that he may, but now everything is a mess. How shall we ever reach the same ease of conversation that we had at dinner, when we know that the entire room is carefully measuring our reactions and words to each other?'

"Lady Sophie, I will be frank, since I always am. I hold no grudge against you for the uncomfortableness in which you placed me, and I am sure that in another light, I would see the humour in it, but how dare you presume that Mr. Darcy has feelings for me beyond a common acquaintance and that I would reciprocate them? I am sorry Anne, if this pains you, but your actions, Lady Matlock are just as officious as Lady Catherine's."

Silence descended after this heated response. Elizabeth was feeling slightly ashamed at having spoken so to a Countess and in front of Anne and Mr. Darcy's sister.

Anne was in a slight predicament. Should she tell Lizzy that she knew in advance what was going to happen?

"Do no apologise to me Lizzy, I am also sorry- I had a few hours notice that something like this would happen, and I had just hoped that you would all see the funny side of it."

Lizzy's head shot up in surprise. "Was anyone else aware of this joke?" she looked to Miss Darcy, who shook her head. "I knew nothing of it Miss Elizabeth." She smiled in sympathy, having had a few embarrassing moments at their hands.

Elizabeth smiled gratefully.

"I am sorry Lizzy, I should have stopped it- all it required me to do was stand up and claim Richard. But he seemed so eager to help Fitzwilliam come to a decision." She wrung her hands in shame.

Elizabeth bowed her head, she felt so badly for Mr. Darcy- to be treated so, for her sake, by his family. Tears started rolling down her cheek. Georgiana became concerned.

"Miss Elizabeth. It would be my pleasure to show you to a room if you would like to freshen up."

Lizzy smiled at Miss Darcy through her tears, and nodded.

The two ladies walked out. Georgiana led Elizabeth to a guest room where she could sit down.

"If you would like me to go, I will." Georgiana asked timidly, not knowing what to do, how she could ease Elizabeth's distress.

"No, I shall be fine in a minute. I am not concerned for myself. I will no doubt laugh at all this in time, but," she swallowed heavily, "how shall I face your brother again, when his family is expecting some sort of decision from him with regards to me?"

Georgiana was touched by Elizabeth's thinking of her brother's feelings, and sat down beside her. After the excitement of tonight, and the confusion of her feelings last night and this morning, Elizabeth was exhausted. She did not know how much help or damage tonight's episode had caused, but at the moment she did not care. 'Please do not let me cry in front of Miss Darcy!' Elizabeth begged as the tears silently trickled down her cheeks.

"Why cannot things be simple? Your brother and I have not had the most pleasant acquaintance." Georgiana looked up in surprise. Lizzy laughed at her confusion. "Oh Miss Darcy, I am ashamed at how much I misjudged him. You see when we first met he was not very flattering and was so silent and reserved we all believed him proud, thinking himself above our society."

"Oh no, Miss Bennet, he is only apprehensive of meeting new people, like me. I am only lucky enough not to have to be constantly in society. I know William finds the constant flirtations and politics of gatherings tedious." Georgiana lowered her head as a remembrance of the last time she had been in society and how she had been nearly ruined by it.

Elizabeth smiled, already fond of this young uncertain woman. "Not to worry, Miss Darcy," she squeezed her hand, "Mr. Darcy and I have already resolved our differences on our behaviour during that time, and had, I believe come to a sort of friendship. But now it is all over! Now it will be very awkward again!"

"Miss Bennet, please, call me Georgiana! I do wish there was something I could do to help you."

"Georgiana, if you insist, I must insist you call me Lizzy, or at least Elizabeth. I know we could become friends. It is just that, well, I do not know if your brother has even thought about me in such a way that Lady Matlock was implying! I would rather have had his growing regard declared, rather than a forced acknowledgement or denial. Now I shall not know whether this event will adversely affect his feelings, or whether they will bring about a premature declaration. I do not know what he wishes, I do not even know what I want, or if I am making sense!"

Georgiana, in an action that would have reminded Darcy of his mother's compassion, hugged Elizabeth. Elizabeth, happily comforted by such a sisterly action when lacking Jane, hugged her back gratefully.

The closeness of someone Georgie already thought of a sister, caused something to break within her, and produced her own flood of tears.

Elizabeth grew concerned for Georgiana. "My dear," patting her back, "what is wrong? Do you think your brother will be terribly upset?"

Georgiana sniffled and drew back slightly. "It is just that William has had so much to deal with in the past few months, regarding me. I know he has been worrying about me, I did not realise that this could be hampering his interaction with people. And tonight with my aunt and uncle, it is just more worry and care heaped upon him." Georgiana did not understand why she felt she could confide in Elizabeth, but she desperately needed someone to talk to, and she was fairly certain that her brother loved this woman very much. "You see, I was at Brighton last summer and..."

"Georgiana, please, you do not need to tell me this." Lizzy interrupted, not wanting to be forced into such a confidence, knowing that she was not the right person to discuss this with, and yet all the people involved, Wickham, Darcy, to a lesser extent Colonel Fitzwilliam and now Georgiana, had all confided in her. "Could you not discuss this with your brother?"

Georgie shook her head. "No, he is so ashamed of me I know, he has been so distant ever since the event. I lost his respect, and I do not blame him for lowering his image of me. I behaved so foolishly."

"You do not need to tell me, Georgiana. I know what happened with Mr. Wickham." Lizzy stated quietly. Georgiana's eyes widened. "You do? How?"

Lizzy smiled sadly, "I too, thought Mr. Wickham quite charming. You see he has joined the military encamped near my father's estate, and we became acquainted. I already had formed a bad impression of your brother, and Mr. Wickham fed upon my dislike by spreading lies about how dishonourable your brother was towards him. It was only later that I found out from your cousin and brother the truth. Mr. Darcy told me of his concern over you. Trust me, Georgiana, he does not blame you, he blames himself and Wickham."

Georgiana felt relief at these words, not only because she could hope that she had not lost her brother's love, but also because here was another woman who could sympathise with her about being fooled by Mr. Wickham.

"But you never thought yourself in love with him, did you Lizzy? I nearly eloped!"

"I am not sure if I thought myself in love with him or not. I know that at the time I liked him more than I had ever liked anyone else. But it is nothing compared to the feelings I have for your brother." Lizzy gasped when she realised what she had said. "Oh no! I should not have said anything. Please forget what I have just said! Georgiana you were very young, and how will you ever know whether you would have gone through with the elopement by yourself if your brother had not turned up? Perhaps you would have realised and stopped it anyway?"

Georgiana was very comforted by these words, and for the first time since the event happened, thought that perhaps she was not to blame so very much for her folly. She was also thankful that Lizzy showed that she had deep feelings for her brother, and hoped that she would soon be her sister.

The two women smiled at each other, thanking each other for the comfort.

"Perhaps we should go back. I really would like to apologise to your aunt and Anne about my overly harsh words before."

"No, do not be concerned! I believe they deserved it for their atrocious joke!" Georgiana laughed as she led Lizzy out of the room.

Behind them, Darcy, who was coming out of his very unsatisfactory brandy, paused upon seeing his sister and the woman he loved even more, laughing together.

Darcy's drink had not only been unsatisfactory, but more uncomfortable for him. Once the gentlemen had been served brandies and had seated themselves comfortably, Darcy turned to his Uncle for an explanation.

"Sorry for breaking a confidence, Richard, but Uncle perhaps you are unaware that your son is already engaged to Anne? Lady Catherine formed an erroneous opinion regarding Elizabeth and Richard."

"Elizabeth?" David Fitzwilliam, along with the rest of the gentlemen, raised his eyebrows in amusement, although not surprised. "What right do you have to call her by her Christian name?"

Darcy flushed guiltily at Mr. Gardiner. "I have no right, I do apologise. Miss Elizabeth then."

The Earl hid his grin at Fitzwilliam's slip, which again did not go unnoticed by the shrewd Mr. Gardiner. Nor did the fact that the Earl seemed more interested in how he addressed Lizzy, not the fact that his son was engaged. Mr. Gardiner knew that something was afoot and it all was concentrated on getting a response out of Mr. Darcy. Mr. Gardiner frowned somewhat at this ploy, although he, like his brother-in-law, found it somewhat amusing.

"Perhaps you should begin at the beginning and relate how my sister could have come to such a conclusion?"

Everyone turned towards Darcy. He started reluctantly. Sometime during the speech, Bingley returned, unnoticed. Throughout the speech, Darcy struggled to keep references of Elizabeth out, but he would slip unknowingly, and his expressions betrayed the depth of feeling that he felt for her. He disliked wearing his emotions on his sleeve, but when it came to Elizabeth, he could not stop himself.

At the end, Richard laughed. "I told you father, Darce is smitten!"

"Yes, I was inclined to believe you, but I thought I would make sure, just in case. I also wished to meet the young lady, my future niece no doubt, but your mother has that privilege at the moment."

Both Fitzwilliams turned away from Darcy. David clapped his son on his back, "so tell me Richard, how is Anne- she does look uncommonly well-your description yesterday was too flattering I thought then, but she certainly has improved since I saw her last."

Darcy looked at father and son in amazement. He was still reeling from the night's events. Darcy narrowed his eyes in suspicion. This had better not be one of the practical jokes they were both famous for.

"Richard." Darcy nearly growled.

Father and son turned towards him and laughed at his expression. "Sorry old chap, but we thought it would be fun to see the mighty Fitzwilliam reduced to love-struck suitor."

Bingley grinned widely. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, you need not have resorted to such tactics to determine the extent of his affections. Are you not forgetting that even before we left for Rosings, he thought Miss Elizabeth, what was the word Darce?, ravishing?"

Mr. Gardiner looked up with raised eyebrows. Darcy was blushing furiously (which only increased the others laughter). Never one who enjoying being the butt of a joke, he got up and stiffly asked whether it would be advisable to join the ladies.

"Yes, yes" the Earl stated, "let us not keep Fitzwilliam from his ravishing lady."

The other four men burst out laughing. Darcy merely left the room quickly, and was fortunate enough to witness his sister and his Elizabeth laughingly go down the hallway, 'As if she is already mistress of this house and sister to Georgiana.' Darcy breathed in her scent as it lingered in her wake. He was more determined than ever to marry her, but how to face her after another display of his relations?

While Darcy was hovering outside in the hallway, Lizzy and Georgiana had returned, in much brighter spirits, and Lizzy had apologised for her behaviour to Lady Matlock and Anne, who in turn had apologised to her, until Mrs. Gardiner suggested that they all forgive each other, and put the episode behind them.

Whilst Lady Matlock, Anne and Mrs. Gardiner started up a conversation about the best places in London to find bridal clothes, Lizzy sat by Jane, and Georgiana followed.

Lizzy noticed her sister's serene expression, but before she could quiz her as to the reason, Georgiana requested Lizzy to play a song on the pianoforte, "for my brother has told me that he has rarely heard anything that has given him as much pleasure."

All eyes turned to Georgiana and the blushing Lizzy, and so she accepted to relieve the poor girl's feelings of her faux pas and her own fluttering at such a declaration of his enjoyment.

Once Darcy heard the sound of men behind him, and the piano in front, he immediately opened the door, to see his sister turning the pages and smiling happily at Elizabeth's playing.

All in the room, especially Elizabeth, noted his entrance as she slipped in her playing. Recovering quickly, she determinedly pushed through the rest of the song, by which time the rest of the gentlemen had arrived to find their wives or wives-to-be. When the song was concluded, there was an appreciative applause.

Georgiana turned to Elizabeth and said, "will you not play something again, you played that song so beautifully."

Lizzy glanced up and smiled, "not beautifully, not faithfully at all! It is your turn now."

Georgiana gasped, and said quietly, "what? In front of all these people?" seeing the determined look in her eye, and noticing that her brother was smiling in encouragement, she conceded "I will play, but please do not make me sing."

"As you like," Elizabeth arranged the sheets so Georgiana did not have to turn the pages. She glanced up to find where she could seat herself, but noticed that the chair next to her Aunt was taken by her Uncle, Jane was sitting next to Charles and Anne was sitting with the Fitzwilliams. There was only one space left, and Lizzy was too much of a coward to take it. She turned back to Georgiana and helped turn her pages for her, although it was unnecessary.

Darcy sighed in disappointment, but could understand her hesitance at sitting by him after all the speculation by his family. He knew that whatever his chances with her were before, they were few now.

Lady Sophie noticed this and was saddened. 'Perhaps there is something that I could do to help them back together?' then she caught herself, and decided that any more interference would only serve to widen the gap between them. She would simply have to hope and pray for a time when she could welcome Miss Elizabeth Bennet into the family.

And so, what had started out to be such a promising evening for the couple ended with a strain in their dealings with each other. They both said very little to anyone else the entire evening, and nothing more than a "Good night Miss Elizabeth" and a "Thank you Mr. Darcy" to each other.

But bridges had been formed that would in time close the gap- Georgiana spoke often of her friend Elizabeth (much to Darcy's jealousy that she could refer to her with such freedom), in the following days. Darcy noticed his sister's newfound enjoyment in life and was thankful, not knowing the reasons why, but relieved nonetheless. Charles Bingley was also only waiting a few days to allow Jane to settle at home before returning to Hertfordshire to claim her hand. He had no intention of going alone.

Chapter Thirty-two: A Slow Trip Home

Posted on Monday, 1 July 2002

"Oh Jane" Elizabeth sighed as she settled back into the Bennet carriage. "I do not know whether I am more happy to be going home after all the calamity of the last few days, or saddened to leave my Uncle and Aunt Gardiner for the pleasure of my mother's company!"

Jane laughed delightedly. No matter how life treated Lizzy, she always had a witty quip to employ.

"Dearest Lizzy," Jane took her sister's hand "I do believe that our Uncle and Aunt are not the only people you will be missing?" she directed an arch look to her sister.

Elizabeth looked in astonishment! Where had her sister gone? Who was this overflowingly happy, carefree, teasing woman? The sisters had not had much time to discuss things coming home. Elizabeth had been too embarrassed to want to share anything with either her Aunt or Jane, and Jane, deciding that she wanted to be selfish with her own happiness for a while, did not press a talk out of her.

Now however, Elizabeth decided to press Jane for all the details.

"Jane!" with her own arch look "What happened to make you so wonderfully happy?"

"Oh Lizzy! He loves me! He truly loves me! He loved me all along! 'Tis too much!" Elizabeth hugged her sister tightly whilst listening to Jane's heart overflow, "By far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh! Why is not everybody as happy! He said that he will be coming back to Netherfield to ask for my parent's permission."

"Oh Jane!" Lizzy exclaimed, "I knew how it would be! You suit each other perfectly, and will be very happy together."

Jane glowed. "Yes, Lizzy, I believe we shall be very happy together. I know I have you to thank for this! If you had not visited Charlotte and our cousin Mr. Collins, then you would never have met him again."

Lizzy smiled, "nonsense Jane, I am sure somehow he would have come back to you. Something would have happened, I am sure."

"I am not so sure, but I am too happy to think in what-ifs! To think I will be mistress of Netherfield. It is such a grand estate! How will I ever manage?"

"Jane, you are too humble! You will have a housekeeper, and Mr. Bingley to help you. You know he will support you in whatever you attempt." Elizabeth fought down the little spike of jealousy at the thought that Jane's affections and confidences would not be hers anymore. Her smile grew bittersweet. Her dearest Jane was leaving her.

"Lizzy, I know what you are thinking. But you will always be my sister, and we have experienced many things and shared many times that can never be replaced by anyone else. I will always love you, my dearest sister."

Elizabeth joined in sobbing pathetically with Jane. This was another sisterly moment that no one else could ever share.

Finally Lizzy could not be sad anymore for Jane. "Jane! He loves you so much, you will be so happy together."

Jane's smile grew luminous. "I know," she stated confidently, "we shall. But Lizzy, please do not say anything to mama or papa. I wish to wait until he returns to Netherfield."

Elizabeth laughed, "Jane! I never thought I would see you being selfish! But you have every right to hug this wonderful news to yourself. I would even suggest, if it was at all possible to escape mama's machinations, to keep it a secret for a good few days after he has visited!"

"Elizabeth Bennet!" Jane exclaimed, half laughing. "I would not do such a thing to mama! I would never hear the end of 'Oh Jane! My poor nerves! Imagine that my daughter would keep such a secret from me! How shall I cope? Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet! Come talk sense into Jane, and make her never keep secrets from me again!' And then you know, she will never let any of you girls out of her sight again in case you form attachments without her knowledge!"

Elizabeth was doubled over, giggling hysterically. Jane had perfected her Mrs. Bennet, and she was willing to finally admit Jane to be the winner of a secret contest they had started many years ago- who could make a better impersonation of their mother.

"Stop it Jane! I concede defeat! Yes! It would be awful if she increased her surveillance of us above what she already does. I do not think I could take anymore interferences in my love life at the moment."

She bit her lip. Even amidst her joy for Jane, he intruded.

Jane sobered. She had been waiting for Elizabeth to give her the opportunity to bring up last night's events. This was the perfect opening.

"Elizabeth." Elizabeth smiled. It was rare for Jane to call her Elizabeth, in such a serious voice as well. She had been dreading this moment, and yet needed to tell someone.

"Jane, I ... I ... oh! How will I ever be able to see him again?"

Jane opened her arms to comfort Elizabeth. "Do you wish to?"

Elizabeth swallowed. Did she want to see him again? She replied in a small voice, nodding her head, "Yes".

"Jane, he was so very charming last night, before his uncle and aunt came. I... Ever since getting to know him better at Rosings Park, I have been fighting my attraction to him, even when I still thought him capable of harming Wickham."

Jane smiled wickedly. "Well he is a very handsome gentleman, Lizzy."

She laughed. "Extremely handsome, Jane. Too handsome. He looks at me, and I blush, he makes me feel awkward and I have never desired for someone to admire me, as much as I want Mr. Darcy to like me."

"I do not think you have to worry about his admiration for you, my dear, he overflows with it. Did you not see how he reacted when Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam assumed that you were engaged to Colonel Fitzwilliam?" Seeing her shake her head, she continued, "He looked devastated. You surely heard how flustered he was. He could not string two words together with the thought that perhaps you were destined for someone else." Lizzy started to shake her head. "No, Lizzy, you reassured me about Charles, let me assure you about Mr. Darcy. He loves you, and he knows he does. Just show him, when he comes, that you return his affections, and he will do the rest."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. "When he comes? Did Charles say that Mr. Darcy was coming with him?" She started to panic. 'So soon! I never expected to see him again so soon. What shall I do? What will I say? "Dear Mr. Darcy, I do hope that your relation's continued efforts to make you realise your own feelings as if you were a child, have caused you to declare that you love me!" UGH! Impossible!'

Jane laughed at the cornered look in her sister's face. "I do not know, Charles did not mention anything to me, but I would be extremely surprised if he did not invite Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy to visit with him. I am sure he wishes Mr. Darcy to be his best man for the wedding."

"Best man." Elizabeth said numbly. He was the best man she had ever known. Too good for her, she did not deserve him.

"Just as I wish for you to be my maid of honour." Jane squeezed Elizabeth's hand. "Please say yes, otherwise mama will force me to allow Lydia the honour!"

Elizabeth smiled at Jane's attempt to make her laugh. "Jane, of course I would be delighted to see you safely married! I did, after all, arrange the match myself!"

Peals of laughter were heard continuously as the carriage travelled home. Jane was attempting to release her happiness so she could appear more composed when they got home. Lizzy was attempting to not think of Mr. Darcy.

By the time the carriage arrived home, each had accomplished their goal. It was lucky for them that they did, because upon arriving, Longbourn was in uproar.

After thanking the driver, and arranging for their luggage to be placed in their rooms, Lizzy and Jane apprehensively walked into their home.

"What can you mean Mr. Bennet? You are determined to ruin any chance for the girls to marry! I shall never speak to you again if you do not let Lydia accompany Mrs. Forster to Brighton."

Mr. Bennet calmly turned another page of his paper. He had every intention of letting Lydia go, but he could not pass up the pleasure of teasing his wife. He winced as she started another tirade. Perhaps he had finally outsmarted himself. He was getting no pleasure from listening to his wife's voice scale up another octave. Soon Sir Lucas will be coming to check if there was a problem! He was sure the whole of Meryton could hear his wife's screeching. And to make matter worse, he could not read with this racket.

Jane and Lizzy sighed at the all-too familiar sight of their mother in a frenzy and their father smugly making matters worse.

Jane, as usual, attempted to smooth things over. "Hello mama! Hello papa!" she bestowed kisses on her parents. "You see that Lizzy and I arrived safely from our trip to London."

"Jane!" Mrs. Bennet screeched, instantly changing the subject. "How good it is to see you! How many beaus did you have, did your Aunt Gardiner buy you any dresses? What sort of balls did you attend?"

Jane smiled, and started to steer her mother out of her father's study.

"Hello mama," Elizabeth greeted her mother.

Mrs. Bennet sniffed in wounded silence. Her daughter should never have returned from Hunsford, but should live their as Mrs. Collins. "Perhaps you can speak to your father, Elizabeth, and hopefully talk some sense into the silly man. He will repent of his decision to not force you to marry Mr. Collins when he sees no other respectable men for you girls to marry! I am sure you have already repented after seeing how comfortably Mr. Collins' house is!"

And with another 'Hurmph' she walked out with Jane.

Mr. Bennet chuckled. "Well Lizzy, your mother has not changed. Come here, my dear, and give your old papa a kiss. How was your journey? Did you see the fabled chimney piece at Rosings Park?"

Elizabeth laughed as she kissed her father on the cheek. "Yes papa, a chimney piece of truly stupendous proportions! And the number of windows! Lady Catherine De Bourg is assured of being able to look out one of many windows and see what everyone else is doing!"

"Excellent! And how is your uncle and aunt Gardiner?"

"They are well, and send you their love. My Uncle especially wished to convey his compliments to you on having two very fine daughters, who were a delight to have stay with them." Lizzy smiled impishly at her father.

He laughed loudly, with true humour. "I am sure he said no such thing! I can understand him appreciating one of my daughter's company, but the other!" He shook his head.

They both smiled at each other.

"So papa, tell me, what have you done this time to mama?" She seated herself comfortably at a sofa near his desk.

"Do I ever have to do anything to make her angry at me?" Chuckling at her raised eyebrow, he continued, "very well, I am refusing to let Lydia accompany Mrs. Forster and the militia when they leave Meryton to go to Brighton."

Lizzy drew a sharp breath. She had forgotten about Wickham and the militia. "The militia are leaving? When?"

Mr. Bennet became a bit concerned. He had not realised that she liked Mr. Wickham so much as to pine over him leaving.

"They leave in two days' time. Lizzy, I did not think you liked Mr. Wickham as much as this. I certainly hope you are not jealous of your sister's invitation. I thought we were going to enjoy you being crossed in love like Jane was with Mr. Bingley."

"No!" she said sharply. "I do not like Mr. Wickham! I am... I am glad that the militia is removing itself from Meryton. Lydia and Kitty have become hopeless flirts."

Mr. Bennet frowned at her strong language. "Oh come now Lizzy, I am sure you will join with me in missing such admirable amusement as the girls have provided with the officers. I will let Lydia go, but I could not pass up the opportunity to tease your mother. I have a great admiration for her nerves you see."

Lizzy was hurt by the unfeeling way he sported with her mother and sisters. She could not help feel ashamed of her father- something she had not been before. 'Before Mr. Darcy came along and showed me his compassion for his sister, showed me that a truly loving father or brother would do everything in their power to look after the well being of their family.'

"Papa!" Lizzy could not hide her displeasure. "Please tell me that you will not let Lydia go! She will only bring censure on her family, if left unchecked, and I highly doubt Mrs. Forster will take her in hand for her behaviour."

Again Mr. Bennet was shocked at his daughter's seriousness. What had happened? Where was his Lizzy who joined in laughing at the nonsense of others?

"Come now Lizzy, I do believe you are being too serious. Nothing will happen to Lydia. She does not have any money to attract desperate men."

"On the contrary Father, would not desperate men latch onto anything? And Lydia certainly does not oppose being latched upon!"

'Father!?' Mr. Bennet fumed. 'When did she start referring to me as Father?'

"Elizabeth, do not argue with me. I know what I am doing. She will have some fun, at little expense from me, and she and your mother would never stop complaining! Think of the fun it will be with one less silly sister, and a mother who is temporarily satisfied in contemplating all the fine things her daughter will be exposed to? Mr. Forster is a sensible man, even if his wife is not. I am sure he will take care of her."

Elizabeth was not going to be placated. She did not wish to pain her father, but he did not understand how much pain he could inflict on others. "Father I think you are making a mistake. You do not realise the extent of damage that Lydia's thoughtless flirtations will, or I should say, has already damaged our credibility as a family!"

Mr. Bennet laughed at her seriousness. Here was Lizzy trying to moralise like Mary. "My dear, do not worry about any suitors she has frightened off. Such squeamish youths are not worth the trouble."

Lizzy blushed hotly- both from embarrassment at remembering Mr. Darcy's hint at her mother and sister's improper behaviour and anger at her father's lack of care for his family.

"We see so differently on this issue Father, I do believe I will retire to my room. I must unpack."

With that Lizzy stormed out the door, leaving a very bewildered Mr. Bennet.

"Yes, and how much did the lace cost Jane?" Lizzy rolled her eyes as she came across her mother pumping Jane for all the latest fashion and gossip in London.

"I cannot say mama, I do believe that my Aunt Gardiner would be better at estimating the price." Jane could not help but roll her eyes in response to Lizzy.

Lizzy smiled, and motioned her hands to retire to their rooms. Nodding slightly, Jane stood up. "Please excuse me mama, but I should go up to my room and unpack. I will also find the picture that little Laura drew."

"Yes you should go and get ready for dinner, although why you did not press your Aunt for some lace I will never know! Hill! Where is Hill? If you find her on your way to your rooms, please tell her that I wish to speak to her."

"Yes mama" Jane dashed out the room before Mrs. Bennet could think of any reason for her to stay.

"Oh Jane!" Lizzy said as she said watching her sister dry her hair, that evening. "I take it all back! I think London was more endurable!"

Jane laughed and shook out her hair.

"Did you have a quarrel with papa, Lizzy? Was it about Lydia and Brighton?"

Lizzy nodded somberly. "He refuses to see, or at least do anything to curb their behaviour! He finds too much amusement in their follies to want to correct them! They do not listen to you or I when we try to correct them. What do you think? Should I say something to father about Mr. Wickham? Am I being paranoid in thinking that Lydia cannot control herself? Should our general acquaintance be made aware of Mr. Wickham's character?"

"I do not think we should let others know. Perhaps he is sorry for what he has done, and wishes to make a new start. We should not make him desperate."

Lizzy started at the word 'desperate', and had a strange premonition between Jane's choice of words and her father's earlier this morning.

"I agree. Mr. Darcy has not given me leave to speak of his communication. Especially regards his sister. With the militia leaving, I feel that the danger will have passed. If we can stop Lydia from going to Brighton!"

Jane nodded thoughtfully. "I would not wish Lydia to go, in any case, because I wish for all my sisters to be a bridesmaid at my wedding."

Lizzy smiled, Jane was certain of her wedding occurring quite soon after Mr. Bingley's return to the neighbourhood.

"That is true, Jane, but you cannot reveal your engagement to papa, and Charles wished it to be a secret."

"I know, Lizzy, but I will, if it is the only way. Papa is no doubt, puzzled as to your stubbornness on the subject. He will wonder why I am also staunchly defending your idea. Perhaps this way, he can let Lydia stay, and retain the pleasure of knowing something that mama does not!"

Elizabeth was not happy. "It should not take a joke or a secret to make my father see his error!"

"Is there another reason why you are so displeased with papa? You generally do not quarrel." Jane asked gently, guessing that there was another reason than the fear that Lydia would make a scene, especially since neither of them would be there to feel the embarrassment.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, and then closed it. "Mr. Darcy..." she looked at her hands lying in her lap. "Mr. Darcy, when he was speaking of his sister, when he related what happened with Miss Darcy and Mr. Wickham, showed how much a father should look after their daughters."

Jane looked at her with raised eyebrows. "You are sure you are not simply feeling that your relations do you no credit in furthering your relationship with Mr. Darcy?"

Lizzy blushed uncomfortably. "Yes, no ... oh I do not know! Yes! I do not want him to look down on my relations, and I do not like this feeling of having to hide some relations from him! I should not have to be ashamed of my family. He should not take my family into consideration when deciding his feelings for me. But it is an entirely rational idea! One's family defines your social status, it shapes what sort of person you become, and how you may be as a parent yourself." She lowered her head. "I do not wish him to ever be ashamed of me. If ... if we ever got married, I would not want to have to worry about his relation's opinion of my family." She laughed bitterly. "I already know Lady Catherine's opinions on my family."

Jane hugged her. "Lizzy, do not forget that Lady Catherine is not beyond censure, nor is Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam, and yet, they are his relations. I think both of you should not concern yourselves overly much on what others do. You will never be able to control them." She smiled mischievously. "Do you realise you just admitted to wanting to marry Mr. Darcy?" Lizzy looked up in shock. "I am so happy for you Lizzy! He is a very deserving man!"

"Jane, I ... I do not understand, I do ... I do love him." She stated slowly, amazed at her own feelings. "How can someone go from dislike to love in so short a time?"

"I am not surprised, I always felt he was a good man. He is, after all, Charles' best friend, and Charles does have excellent taste!"

Lizzy laughed which was the desired effect of Jane's speech, and again, the sisters felt lucky to have each other.

"I will speak to papa tomorrow Lizzy. Do not worry about what I will say to him. I shall try to get him to agree to not let Lydia go."

"Good night Jane. I shall miss our little talks when you are Mrs. Bingley."

Jane smiled as she made her way to the door, "oh then, you shall just have to find someone else to discuss things with before going to bed!" Jane scampered out of the room, just dodging a pillow thrown at her.

"I promised Georgiana that the next time I went to Netherfield, I would invite her to stay. As a gentleman I cannot go back on my promise, and as a loving brother, you cannot not accompany her!"

Darcy frowned as Bingley pleaded with him to journey with him to Netherfield. "I am not about to go, and as Georgiana's legal guardian, I refuse my consent for her to go. That takes care of your honour as a gentleman Bingley, you may leave without any concern that you have broken your promise to a lady."

Charles "Hmphed" impatiently. They had been arguing for the best part of a quarter of an hour, and still Darcy stubbornly clung to notion of not coming back to Hertfordshire.

"Darcy, you are a coward!" he stated slowly, deliberately, emphatically. "You really believe Elizabeth is going to hold your family's treatment of her against you? She did not do it before for Lady Catherine's interference, and hers was maliciously meant." Bingley smiled to himself, "last night was quite ... memorable." Darcy scowled at him. "Come now man! It was quite amusing. Your face as you tried to stammer out the fact that Elizabeth was not engaged to Richard was unforgettable! I never thought to see Mr. Darcy of Pemberley tongue-tied."

"Bingley!" Darcy growled.

He merely laughed. "I have already spoken to Georgiana about the trip," He mentally made a note to go straight out and chat with Georgiana after his talk with Darcy. "she is very excited about seeing Elizabeth and Jane again. You would not want to disappoint your sister would you?"

'D--- Bingley! He knows my weaknesses too well. And if he refers to her as Elizabeth one more time, I will not be held accountable for what I do! All today has been "Elizabeth this" and "Elizabeth that", "How kind Elizabeth was" or "Elizabeth plays so beautifully". From both Georgie and Bingley!' It hurt so much to hear them use her name so freely, when he knew he had no right, no permission to refer to her in the same manner. 'No right other than the fact that I love her!' He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Come, Darce, it will not be that bad! Just tell her how you feel, beg her to marry you, and ... hey! What say we have a joint wedding? I am sure Jane and Elizabeth would not..."

"Get out!" Darcy shouted.

Bingley nearly choked from laughing. He was wondering how many times he had to say 'Elizabeth' before he broke. He got up, placing his glass carefully on a table. Stepping into the doorway, he turned around and said "So you will come with me to Netherfield?"

"Just get out Bingley!" Darcy wearily poured himself another drink. He was just glad that Richard had left earlier today to rejoin his regiment. He could not take anymore pointed references to fine eyes, ravishing, brown, curly hair, laughter, anything that reminded him of her.

Anne and Georgiana laughed. "Poor William," Georgiana gasped. "He is feeling very badly about what happened. Why is he so afraid? She declared to me that she feels very strongly about him."

"But you cannot tell him Georgie," Anne said sharply. She still remembered the pain she had seen in Elizabeth's eyes when she had realised the horrible joke. "We must not meddle in their affairs."

"Then what would you call this?" Bingley asked.

Anne blushed slightly. "Well ... we are merely getting them together so they can work it out." She looked at their skeptical faces. "There is a difference!"

Georgiana sighed. "Have we given him enough time to stew over it? Should I go in and beg him to take me?"

Charles and Anne nodded. "You could always threaten that my sister has decided to accompany Anne and yourself with him on every outing for the next month!"

The ladies smirked at Bingley. "That might be my trump card." Georgie agreed.

"Remember," Charles added to her retreating figure. "The keyword is..."

"Elizabeth!" they all cried.

"But William, I would love to see a new county. I have never been to Hertfordshire before, and I know Mr. Bingley has asked Anne to accompany him. Mrs. Annesley is visiting her sister for the next month, so it all fits together nicely."

"Georgiana," Darcy warned, wondering if he should just give in and then everyone would leave him alone.

Georgiana played one of her many aces, "I did not get a chance to ask if Elizabeth would write to me, either. After our chat last night, I know she would be the perfect person to correspond with."

"What exactly did you talk about?" Darcy was very curious to find out.

Georgiana played the innocent. "Oh nothing really, I told her not to give consequence to their teasing, and that she was very right in being angry at them."

"And ...?" Darcy prodded.

"And what?" Georgiana smiled. "Please say you will let me go!"

"Georgie," Darcy said gently "there is another reason I think it unwise for you to go."

She looked questioningly at him.

"George Wickham."

Darcy watched in pain as her shoulders slumped, and she lowered her blushing face. "Oh" was all she said.

"I am sorry, Georgie," Darcy moved over to wrap her in a hug, "I did not want to tell you, but I feel it would be unwise to expose you to him again."

Georgiana had tears running down her cheeks. Again, her naiveté came back to haunt him and her. 'But not anymore!' she thought furiously. 'He will not win!'

"I do not care!" Georgiana stated more calmly than she felt. "I will simply not go into the village. I know Elizabeth and Miss Bennet will visit me at Netherfield, and she would never let him near me. Last night she told me that I should not let him ruin my chance of happiness."

"She?! She spoke to you about ... I mean, you spoke to her about ... Wickham?" Darcy was amazed.

"Yes, she was good enough to listen to me, even though I found out later she already knew. She was very kind, she made me see that he had no power of me, if I did not let him. She is a wonderful woman William. I would be pleased to call her sister."

Darcy flushed uncomfortably. How could someone walk in, and in one evening make his sister more confident than she had ever been? How could someone walk in and naturally blend in with the house, and not belong? 'How could I not try to have her?' Darcy bent to the inevitable.

"Yes, Georgiana, you are right. She is right- she is a wise woman." He pondered for a moment, "you may go tell Charles that he can expect us two or three days after he settles in."

"Two or three days?" Georgiana exclaimed, disappointed they were not travelling with Mr. Bingley tomorrow.

"Two or three days!" Darcy reiterated firmly. "Georgie, he is going to court Miss Bennet, let him do so without having to worry about guests. If he has not asked for permission after three days, I will have to go down and make sure he does anyway!" he smiled ruefully.

Georgiana smiled as she got up. She kissed her brother on the forehead. "Thank you William. Lizzy will be a much better sister than Miss Bingley ever could!"

William simply rolled his eyes. "Elizabeth." And then his fears from last night started to assail him.

Chapter Thirty-three: Hints and Confessions

Posted on Saturday, 6 July 2002

"Why do you not speak to papa Lizzy? You know he always listens to your opinions! I want to go to Brighton!" Lydia moaned at breakfast the next morning.

"Well I think it is unfair!" Kitty put in, before Lizzy could say anything. "I am two years older than Lydia. I would think that age would make a difference! If Mrs. Forster had invited me, I am sure papa would not think twice about giving his consent. You are too young to go Lydia!"

Elizabeth actually saw Jane roll her eyes at the outbursts. Mr. Bennet continued buttering his muffin.

"I think you are very cruel to your own children, Mr. Bennet!" Mrs. Bennet put in shrilly. "It is very hard on our girls to have to try and find a husband in this stuffy old town. Why! No one ever comes, and those that do," with a glance to Jane, "run off unexpectedly and never return!"

Jane blushed slightly, Mr. Bennet continued buttering his muffin. He enjoyed having a prodigious amount of butter on his muffins you see.

Elizabeth shook her head. The complaints, the manner of complaints and the words used were all to be expected. Even her father's nonchalant actions were to be expected. If she had stopped to think about it, her own reaction could have been expected.

"I think it is a good thing that militia removes itself from Meryton. See what havoc it wreaked on our family! If one small encampment produces such an effect, what would a whole camp full of soldiers?! No, I believe papa should not let you go Lydia." Mrs. Bennet snorted, Lydia stomped her foot. Lizzy went on, disregarding Jane's warning look. "I think that only harm could come from Lydia's going with Mrs. Forster."

Mr. Bennet slowly whistled in anticipation of the fireworks directed to Elizabeth. Seeing that Elizabeth would openly declare her disapprobation in front of her mother, increased his wonder at her vehemence. Perhaps her reasoning and feelings should be taken into more consideration. Could Mr. Bennet need to take his wife and younger daughter's in hand? Could Lizzy's reaction not merely be a Mary-imitation of cautiousness and moralising?

He quickly ate the well-buttered muffin, and tried to escape before Mrs. Bennet could get herself fully worked up.

"Elizabeth!" shrieked her mother. "If anyone's behaviour should be called into question it is yours! I have never seen such an ungrateful daughter! First you let Mr. Collins go! The perfect match- better than you deserved! To be mistress of Longbourn, like your mother, was more than I ever envisaged for you. And then Mr. Wickham!" Lizzy's face went pale. "Such a promising young man- if you had only encouraged him more, he would never have turned to Miss King. Although all is not over, perhaps you could patch it up- do something right for a change! Mr. Wickham is safe from that freckled thing- she has been claimed by an uncle, and Mr. Wickham has been refused."

"We should say Mary King is safe," muttered Lizzy. Only Jane and her father heard her however.

"I am sure you are to blame for Mr. Bingley leaving Jane as well!" Jane tried to protest at this, but Mrs. Bennet was not to be silenced. "No Jane, if she had not traipsed to Netherfield, 3 miles!, just to visit you, it was only a trifling cold, I am sure Mr. Bingley would still be here. I blame Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth stood up. "Thank you mamma, for cataloguing my faults for me so thoroughly."

Jane interjected at this point before Lizzy did something rash. "Mamma, Lizzy coming over to stay with me was very helpful. I heard Mr. Bingley say how such devotion to a sister only made him think more highly of the family. If you only knew how much Lizzy has done for me, you would not say such things. Please mamma, trust us, trust me. I ... I also think that it would be inappropriate for Lydia to go. Lizzy and I have just returned, it will be nice to have the family together." Jane finished off lamely.

This support from Jane, strong enough for her to say something to anyone, let alone in front of the whole family, further persuaded Mr. Bennet that something was afoot, or at least that he did not know the full details. But to talk to which girl was the question. After Lizzy's upsetting conversation yesterday, perhaps Jane would be more amenable?

He patted his mouth clean, and got up from the table, as he was walking out the door, he commented "I am glad you are back Jane, I am glad you have come back Lizzy."

Mrs. Bennet glared at his retreat, her gaze then turned to her daughters.

Mr. Bingley was making excellent progress on his journey to Netherfield. He had almost been inclined to call it home, but without Jane as Mistress, it was still not home for him. He was happy that his sisters had tried to dissuade him from going, it made it easier for him to not invite them along. Caroline seemed a bit undecided, until Charles had told her that Mr. Darcy would not be accompanying him on the journey. It was not a lie. He was simply coming in three days' time- there was no need for Caroline to know that.

Whistling tunelessly and nodding to every passing person, Mr. Charles Bingley was the soul of contentment as he trundled along in his carriage.

It was only the fact that Mrs. Bennet had arranged to host an afternoon tea party that stopped Jane and Elizabeth, the latter more so, feeling the full force of her displeasure. Mrs. Bennet had invited all the officers of the regiment in a last attempt to make any of them hopelessly in love with one of her daughters, and was planning ways of allowing the officers some quiet time with her daughters for any sudden declarations of love.

The officers arrived in due time, Mr. Wickham among them, and Mrs. Bennet's heart softened towards her most stubborn daughter when she saw that he immediately singled her out as of old.

"I must say, Miss Elizabeth, you are looking remarkably in health." Mr. Wickham began with one of his most charming smiles.

Elizabeth pasted on a smile that she usually reserved for Lady Catherine, or formerly Mr. Darcy, "Mr. Wickham, you are all politeness."

"And how did you find Kent, Miss Elizabeth? Did you manage to glimpse the fine staircases and chimney pieces your cousin was delighting us with one morning?" pressed Wickham, not daunted by her unsatisfactory, short answer.

"Very well indeed. I was invited to Rosings Park, and her staircases and chimneypieces were all amply suited to a house of such magnificence." 'Go away, Mr. Wickham!' Lizzy silently prayed.

But no, he laughed instead, finding her, as usual extremely witty. "Miss Elizabeth, you are uniformly charming."

'When did Mr. Wickham start to sound like Mr. Collins?' Elizabeth wondered. 'Or had he always sounded this sleazy?'

Making a non-committal laugh, Elizabeth glanced at Jane as if she had motioned for her to come. "If you will excuse me Mr. Wickham?"

Not quite finished with her, especially since they had been such good friends, Mr. Wickham interceded. "I believe Miss Elizabeth, (did he really have to say her name with such emphasis? She fumed) since we were always such good friends, that a turn about the gardens would not be too much to ask? I am very curious about how you fared at Hunsford. It is sad that we shall not be likely to meet again after this afternoon. It is a pity that your father is not inclined to visit Brighton."

Elizabeth started to decline, when her mother came over and encouraged her to go out. "Yes, Mr. Wickham, it is a pity. Elizabeth you really should go out with Mr. Wickham and make the most of the time you have left." With a little wink and nudge from her mother, Elizabeth could not think of a way to decline.

Mr. Wickham turned, and indicated that Lizzy should show him the way. Not wanting to go outside with him, Lizzy turned, gave him a dazzling smile, and took the longest route across the room. This gave her a topic to start that would hopefully make him leave her alone.

"I had the pleasure of being reacquainted with Mr. Darcy at Rosings Park." Taking great satisfaction in seeing him flinch and turn pale, Lizzy continued. "Yes, he was visiting his Aunt with his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley."

"Oh yes?" Wickham inquired "and how do you like the Colonel? I understand his manners are greatly different from his cousins."

Lizzy arched one of her eyebrows. "On first appearances, yes, Colonel Fitzwilliam has a very open temper and made a delightful addition. Colonel Fitzwilliam seems the soul of honour and what is good about His Majesty's Army. I doubt he would do anything to discredit his status as a Colonel, or..." she paused as if searching for the right phrase, "his family's name." Seeing Wickham nod absently, she continued, to drive home her point. "But Mr. Darcy and he are not quite that different in essentials."

Mr. Wickham looked at her sharply and tried to read her countenance. It seemed that she had been implying that Darcy would not do anything to dishonour his name along with his cousin. But her innocent expression belied her words, until he caught the glint in her eye. On his guard now, he did not wish to further his tête-à-tête with the delightful Miss Elizabeth. It seemed that Lydia needed his urgent attention. Bowing, he left an extremely pleased Elizabeth.

Elizabeth went across the room to Jane directly, and helped her with refreshments. Mr. Bennet noticed this exchange between his second eldest and her former suitor and grew very curious as to what had passed between them. It had seemed that Elizabeth had put Mr. Wickham firmly in his place. But why?

Seeing that she had firmly ensconced herself between Jane and Mary in helping her mother with her guests, so as to cut off further conversation between her and any other person, Mr. Bennet retired to his room with a cup of coffee.

Jane, seeing her father leave, quietly slipped out to follow him into his study. Knocking timidly on the door, she entered at his brief, "Come in!"

To say Mr. Bennet was slightly disappointed when it turned out to be his eldest, not second eldest daughter was an understatement. He was amazed! He could not remember the last time Jane had entered his sanctuary.

"Papa," Jane began, seating herself next to her father on the sofa. "I had been hoping to have a quiet word with you regarding Lydia's invitation. Please," Jane continued, "let me speak before you say anything."

Mr. Bennet nodded, patting her hand gently. "I know you must be curious as to why Lizzy is so adamant, perhaps, stubborn? about this, but can you just accept that she is right in this instance? She has heard, from her stay with Mr. Collins, that some of the officers in the regiment cannot be trusted."

"When you say officers, you are referring to Mr. Wickham, I presume?"

Jane nodded reluctantly.

"Am I to understand where this information came from? Surely my cousin could have no information that he would not have happily imparted to us all when he stayed here. I know Lady Catherine De Bourgh would be equally happy in expounding with every particular the evils of any officer in the regiment, but she did not know the regiment was quartered at Meryton, and even if she did, she would not know exactly which officers were here. Therefore it must be someone else. But who?"

Jane looked extremely uncomfortable.

"You will not tell me Jane?" Mr. Bennet exclaimed in astonishment. "How am I to know the integrity of this source?"

"Please, papa," pleaded Jane, "please just trust us. Lizzy would be betraying a confidence by explaining the details."

"Obviously, since she has not told anyone else, including you!" Mr. Bennet exclaimed somewhat bitterly.

"Papa!" admonished Jane. "She told me in the strictest of confidence. Lizzy needed to explain what happened at Kent, and that information had to be passed on for the entire tale to be explained. I am only too happy that she confided in me when she was so distressed."

"Distressed?" Exploded Mr. Bennet, truly hurt that she could not have come to her father. "Tell me Jane, what did happen at Kent? I have had the briefest of sketches from both of you what happened in London and Kent. Obviously something momentous must have happened to Lizzy, she found out some dark secrets about Mr. Wickham, was this what distressed her?"

Jane was stuck. She had to be truthful to her father, but by telling the truth, she would be giving him more to ponder on. "I believe that was a part of what she was troubled about."

"Hmph! Jane, could you please go and ask Lizzy to come in here?"

Jane grew alarmed. "Oh no papa! Please do not force her confidence. She is confused, that is all. You know Lizzy dislikes being wrong in her opinions, and she had formed an erroneous opinion of someone, for example Mr. Wickham, and she learnt that she was wrong in her opinion of him. You will only make Lizzy more stubborn. If you do force her confidence, you will be also forcing me to explain something I had hoped to keep quiet. Please papa, let Lizzy be for a few more days, and then you will no doubt, have your answers."

Mr. Bennet was astonished at the number of secrets his daughters seemingly had. He was hurt that they did not confide in him. Did they not know that he enjoyed a good joke, especially if he could somehow hint at it in conversations to his wife, and laugh at the in-joke?

Jane was becoming quite distressed. "It will not hurt you papa to stick to what you have already declared to mamma and Lydia. Indeed they believe that you never had intended to let Lydia leave. Please allow what started as a bit of fun on your behalf, be the outcome. You can continue to chuckle at mammas expense, and keep to your word."

Mr. Bennet grew more concerned as Jane's eyes filled with tears. She felt that she had failed Lizzy. Why had she not simply told her father that Lizzy was being stubborn on her behalf because she wanted Lydia at her wedding? But before she could resolve to tell her father about it, he calmed her.

"Jane, my dear, do not distress yourself. I will not pry into your concerns. I had hoped that you trusted your old papa more, but I will not force you or Lizzy to reveal your source, even if I die of curiosity. Lydia will stay. You both will make it up to me however. For the extra noise and nonsense that your mother and Lydia will be bound to give, you and Lizzy will have to spend some more time with your papa, talking sense."

Jane smiled gratefully. "Thank you papa." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door, to go back to the tea party, and give Lizzy the thumbs up.

Later on during the day, the womenfolk were sitting around the table doing various things. Mrs. Bennet lounged in one of the easy chairs with her smelling salts, bemoaning her ill fate. Lydia was tearing up her bonnets in frustration, saying that since she was "going nowhere now, they were not worth having!"

Kitty was trying to assemble one of her bonnets with the bits and pieces that Lydia was discarding, some which originally belonged to her anyway. Kitty was growing tired of the way Lydia was going on. Her jealousy at the invitation had allowed her to feel much better when permission was denied. Kitty felt immensely grateful to Jane and Lizzy for helping make her father refuse Lydia, and so, she tried to emulate the way they sat industriously and quietly.

Mary was in her customary corner reading a book on pianoforte execution. Lizzy saw it, and silently prayed that this would actually help her performance. Lizzy herself was trying to keep herself calm and not fling back caustic comments when her mother directed her own comments to her daughters.

Jane looked serene, but was probably the most nervous woman in the room. She knew that Mr. Bingley had planned to leave today, and she also knew that he would be arriving at Netherfield soon. She was simply unsure of whether he would wait and call at the more conventional time, or come straight away. She did not know which she preferred more.

Kitty, who had grown bored after fixing one bonnet up, strolled about the room aimlessly, finally settling on the window seat. It was still relatively light outside, and so she watched birds play in the trees. Slowly she perceived a noise like hoof beats clattering up the driveway. Curiously turning to her mother, she interrupted, to the relief of the other occupants, one of Mrs. Bennet's diatribes.

"Mamma, were you expecting anyone today?"

Jane started at this news, colour instantly fusing to her face. Lizzy looked up and smiled at Jane, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

Mrs. Bennet bounded from her seat, forgetting the need for her salts, and ran to the window. "No, Kitty, I did not expect anyone to call, especially at this hour. Why! It will be only polite to invite them in for dinner! I wonder who it could be? Such an inconvenience having to invite a stranger to dinner." She peered out the window, anxious to catch a glimpse of the stranger. "It appears to be a single rider, a gentleman perhaps. Ooh! What a fine thing for you girls! Something to cheer you up Lydia. I am sure when the gentleman accepts our invitation to dinner, he will fall helplessly in love with one of you. I am sure it will not be Miss Lizzy, but it may be you Lydia, or you Jane."

Mrs. Bennet moved over to ring the bell to summon Hill. She would have to make sure the menu could be altered to include another guest at dinner.

"Mamma! I can see the gentleman! I think it he will be coming for Jane, not Lydia," with slight contempt on the last name, why had Mrs. Bennet not said that he might fall in love with herself? "It looks like Mr. Bingley!"

Mrs. Bennet's eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets. "Mr. Bingley! Come back? Why have I not heard of it from someone? Lucy was only over there the other day, and the housekeeper had assured her that Mr. Bingley was not expected anytime soon."

Lizzy rolled her eyes at the confession of spying on another household. "Perhaps he only just thought of coming yesterday, and so took his housekeeper unawares. He is allowed to come and go as he pleases."

Mrs. Bennet sniffed. "Well perhaps you are right Miss Lizzy, but never presume to know what a gentleman is thinking. It is quite vulgar to be conjecturing on other's movements. Now Jane, I would get you to put on your new blue dress that your Aunt gave you, but I do not think you will have time, and you must be the first person he sees in the room."

By this time Mr. Bingley had dismounted and the ladies heard him being greeted by Hill. Mrs. Bennet implored Jane to sit up more straight in her chair, and dashed to her own chair, arranging her skirts. The ladies waited. What could be keeping Hill from announcing him?

And yet, the footsteps that should have been getting louder, receded into the distance. Mrs. Bennet looked extremely displeased when she realised that Mr. Bingley had been asked to be conducted to visit Mr. Bennet.

"Well!" Mrs. Bennet hmphed. "He could have called in on us, after neglecting us so dreadfully for the past two months."

"Perhaps, mamma, Mr. Bingley had some important business with papa?" Elizabeth said, with a smile to Jane, who blushed furiously.

Mrs. Bennet did not deign to comment. Then a happy thought crossed her mind. Perhaps Jane had seen Mr. Bingley in London, and that is why he came so quickly after her return?

"Jane you sly thing!" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. "You did not explain your reasons for being against Lydia going to Brighton but now that I know them, I could not agree with you more. Indeed Lydia would have been sorry to miss Balls at Netherfield and other engagements with Mr. Bingley." Both Jane and Lizzy started at this news. "But you did not tell me that you knew Mr. Bingley would come back to Netherfield at last! Did you see him in London? Why did you not tell me that you had? I feel very ill used indeed!"

"I am sorry mamma, but my reasons for Lydia not going were what I stated the other day. I have not any other motives." Jane declared. "I did meet Mr. Bingley a few times in London." Jane blushed becomingly. "He dined with my uncle and aunt Gardiner a few nights before we left for London." Jane omitted that she had also dined the next day with Mr. Bingley at Mr. Darcy's townhouse, and what had resulted from that meeting. Lizzy also blushed rather hotly in remembrance of the mistake the Earl and Countess of Matlock had made at that second dinner with Mr. Bingley.

"Oh Jane!" Mrs. Bennet ran over to give her a hug. "I knew you would make me proud. You are so beautiful, surely Mr. Bingley seeing you again, wanted to propose, and has come to ask Mr. Bennet for permission! I knew how it would all work out."

Lizzy smiled at just how accurate Mrs. Bennet was. Usually her mother's exclamations were highly fanciful, and yet that is what had happened. Heaven forbid Mrs. Bennet to be right, and yet she was, and Lizzy did not mind one bit.

At that moment, Mr. Bennet lead Mr. Bingley in. Seeing that his wife had already jumped to the surprisingly correct conclusion, he lost no time, in directing Mr. Bingley to stand next to Jane.

Charles was wearing an extremely silly grin. Jane smiled beatifically at him, which warmed his heart.

"Oh!" Mrs. Bennet squealed, dabbing at her eyes. "Mr. Bingley, I am so happy for you both! Jane will make such a charming wife. Here, let me give you a kiss!"

Mr. Bennet and Lizzy rolled their eyes at this effusion of feeling.

"Yes my dear, I see you have anticipated my announcement. Jane," he moved to hold her right hand. "Mr. Bingley has asked for my permission to bless your acceptance of his hand in matrimony. I give it happily, knowing that you will you will be very happy together." He placed her hand into Mr. Bingley's.

More quietly, just so Mr. Bingley, Jane and Elizabeth could hear, he said, "I think I now know what you were referring to earlier today." Patting her hand, he disentangled his wife from around Jane and Mr. Bingley's necks.

Charles turned a puzzled eye at Jane asking for clarification of Mr. Bennet's meaning, but Jane just smiled "later".

Mr. Bingley, of course stayed to dinner, something his housekeeper was thankful for, since his arrival had taken the staff completely by surprise. There were many loud exclamations from Mrs. Bennet during the meal. Lizzy smiled contently at Jane and Charles, although she sometimes seemed depressed at the same time. Mr. Bennet watched her intently. It seemed that Lizzy had a closer relationship with Mr. Bingley than was warranted by the brief acquaintance two months earlier. 'Could Mr. Bingley be the informant on Wickham?' Mr. Bennet pondered. 'But why would he have not disclosed the information earlier?' It was extremely puzzling.

Lydia was misbehaving as usual, although her mother was reprimanding her for it, which was unusual. Lydia's boisterous complaints about silly Brighton were finally wearing her mother's patience thing. Soon after the gentlemen joined the ladies after dinner, Mrs. Bennet ordered Lydia to retire for the night.

Mr. Bingley took the hint, which was not intended by anyone, and declared that he too must leave.

"Oh dear Mr. Bingley, please stay, I did not mean to send you away, only Lydia. She has been most trying recently, ever since I did not let her go to Brighton. It was a very lucky forethought on my behalf, considering your engagement to lovely Jane."

As some family members tried not to choke after such a speech, Mr. Bingley declined staying for a few moments longer, declaring that he needed to make a few arrangements with his housekeeper, since he was expecting guests soon.

Only Jane and Mr. Bennet saw Lizzy flinch as if struck at this statement. Jane discreetly squeezed Lizzy's hand in comfort, which only served to pique Mr. Bennet's interest further.

Mrs. Bennet said good-bye to her guest from the current room, as did Mary and Kitty, she happily jumping to the conclusion that Mr. Bingley's guests included many eligible, young men. Lizzy and Jane decided to see Charles out. Mr. Bennet lingered at a discreet distance, the others not aware of his presence.

Standing at the door, Lizzy turned slightly to let Jane and Mr. Bingley have a bit more privacy in saying goodnight. As he was leaving, Jane asked the question that had been burning on Elizabeth's tongue since he first mentioned visitors.

"No, my sisters are not coming to visit, I am sure, once I tell them our news, they will venture down sometime next week. Rather, it is Miss De Bourgh, Miss Darcy and her brother."

The colour drained from Lizzy's face at this, just as Mr. Bennet was forming an interesting notion as to the informant of Mr. Wickham's character.

"I know he, along with Anne and Georgiana are very much looking forward to this visit, and the chance to renew their acquaintance with you." Mr. Bennet noticed that the 'you' was directed at Elizabeth, and not Jane.

'What had Lizzy to do with these snobbish people? It is definitely time I spoke with her.' Mr. Bennet was starting to get extremely annoyed at the lack of communication between himself and his favourite. Usually Lizzy and he shared everything. The only information that he knew about Hunsford and her short stay in London was... well actually, he did not know any information from the girls. He only knew that they had met Mr. Bingley towards the end of their stay from the man himself. 'Confounded secrecy!' he fumed all the way back to join the rest of his family.

When Jane and Elizabeth returned, Mrs. Bennet continued on with her raptures of the pin money and jewels and importance she would gain by marrying Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bennet could take no more.

"Well Mrs. Bennet, I am glad you are feeling much better. I will leave you to your raptures." He paused at the door, "By the way Lizzy, I received that book from London that we were both interested in, if you would like to come see it before retiring for the night?"

Lizzy reluctantly rose to her feet to follow her father. She knew no such book existed, but had read in his eyes the questions he wanted answers to. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she followed him into the library, bidding her mother and sister's goodnight.

"So Lizzy, tell me, when, why and how Mr. Darcy informed you of Mr. Wickham's character, and then explain to me why you believed him?"

Lizzy nearly choked. How did her father know? Who had told him?

"Come now, my dear, do not blame anyone, please give me the courtesy of being able to work it all out from little hints!" Mr. Bennet became increasingly incensed as he went on. "First, you come home and do not tell me much at all. You then get annoyed with me when I poke fun at your mother, as if ... as if you were ashamed of me! Then you mope about the house today, alternating between smiling in contentment at Jane and becoming flustered or sad in your quiet introspection." He ticked them off his hand as he went. "You then say something to Mr. Wickham, your former favourite, and he flees your presence as if stung, and you seem quite satisfied at putting him in his place. I then have Jane pleading with me to respect and trust your judgment and not to concern myself over your troubles! She expects me to accept at face value the tenuous claim that Mr. Wickham, and possibly some of the other officers, will ruin Lydia's reputation if she goes to Brighton. I also worked out from Jane's speech that she was also hiding something, and what you were hiding was more than just your knowledge of Mr. Wickham's character. Well Jane's secret presented himself tonight and asked for her hand, and I am extremely pleased for her. Mr. Bingley and you seem to have quite a relationship- more than just friendly acquaintances from his time at Netherfield, and he then remarks that you would be pleased when his friends come to stay. And who are these friends? Miss Anne De Bourgh, I can only presume the daughter of the illustrious Lady Catherine, Miss Georgiana Darcy and Mr. Darcy, with an emphasis on that gentleman! Mr. Darcy! Whom all of Meryton knows to be a proud, disagreeable man, who only looks at his fellow humans to criticise! So I put two and two together- who would have known that there was an encampment of soldiers at Meryton, and Mr. Wickham among them? Who had prior dealings with Mr. Wickham? Who did you see at Hunsford, or London for that matter? And Mr. Bingley unlocks the key for me- Mr. Darcy, we all know (thanks to Mr. Wickham), had known that officer previously and that you had met him in London!"

Lizzy had stood up in indignation at Mr. Bennet's caustic remarks on Mr. Darcy's nature. She turned on her father now, to stall any further comments.

"Father," keeping her voice emotionless, lest she start crying, "I had hoped that you would respect my privacy, but it seems that you need to pry into all aspects of my life. Why you do not extend this pleasure to your wife or other children I do not know, perhaps they could benefit more from your guiding hand."

Mr. Bennet's eyes blazed at this! His favourite daughter was criticising him for the misconduct of his wife and daughters.

"No! Let me speak now," Lizzy warned, "you wanted me to disclose the information, and so I shall. You will undoubtedly like little of what I am about to relate."

She paused, gathering her thoughts. Mr. Bennet sat himself down and poured a brandy for himself. Elizabeth started her account.

"My reasons for not wishing Lydia to go to Brighton, were as I stated- she is a flighty, silly girl (as you have often pointed out), and makes our family the laughing stock of many jokes! You may enjoy chuckling at the faults of your children, but other people may find their behaviour inappropriate. I do not wish to lecture you, papa, on her upbringing- I was fairly unconscious of the extent of the damage caused by Lydia's wild behaviour, but I have since been enlightened. Now you may say that a suitor who is thrown off because of a silly sister is being silly themselves, and yet, if you look at it in another light, they are justified. Should I tell you that part of the reason for Mr. Bingley leaving and not returning was because his sisters and friends advised him against uniting his name to a family that publicly exposes themselves to ridicule!? Granted, Mr. Bingley was marrying Jane, and not Lydia, but his name will be united to ours, and any gentleman would dislike to bring stain to their family name.

"Mr. Wickham was another factor in disliking Lydia to go to Brighton. Mr. Darcy did tell me his side of the story recently, and we have been deceived entirely in thinking that Mr. Wickham the injured party. Mr. Darcy did not give me leave to relate all his dealings with Mr. Wickham, but let me assure you that it was Mr. Wickham, not Mr. Darcy that refused the family living, and Mr. Darcy compensated, more than generously, Mr. Wickham for not taking the church as his profession. Mr. Wickham then proceeded to impose upon Mr. Darcy and his family for the next few years, and it was only Mr. Darcy's respect for his father's love of Mr. Wickham and his pride in his family's name, since it was to some extent coupled with Mr. Wickham's, that stopped him from publicly censuring him. Perhaps this was wrong on Mr. Darcy's side, but I would not judge him until you hear all the particulars."

"Which you obviously have!" Mr. Bennet inquired curiously. "Please, Lizzy, my love, let us not quarrel. I am sorry for what I said in a moment of anger, I am simply saddened to see you not trust your own papa with your troubles. Will you not sit next to me and tell me about your dealings with Mr. Darcy? Your opinion of that gentleman seems greatly improved."

Elizabeth sniffed back a sob, as she sat down and rested her head on her father's shoulder.

"Oh papa, I prejudged him so badly. I realise now that my vanity was wounded that first night when he would not dance with me. You will be very amused when you see how vain I have been- liking one gentleman because he flattered and sought me out, whilst disliking the other because of one little comment, and reserved behaviour."

"So you like Mr. Darcy now? As much as you liked Wickham before?"

"No, more than Wickham. I mean, I never really l ...l ... loved Mr. Wickham."

"Love!" Mr. Bennet exclaimed in amazement. He quickly felt that he was losing both his sensible daughters at once.

"Yes papa," Lizzy replied in a small voice. "Let me tell you the full story. I am sorry for worrying you." She took another breath, "Well, it all began at Hunsford. Mr. Darcy's aunt as you may recall is Lady Catherine De Bourgh, and he went for his annual visit with his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and brought Mr. Bingley with him. Mr. Bingley immediately renewed the acquaintance and seemed desirous to know if all my family were still at home." They both smirked at this. "Colonel Fitzwilliam was also very pleasing, and they visited the parsonage often."

And so Lizzy unloaded her heart and troubles to her father. The telling took time, since Mr. Bennet would sometimes include a small remark here, or a caustic comment there, and it lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. But both felt much better at closing the estrangement that had cropped up between them over Lydia's invitation, and went to bed to sleep peacefully.

They both woke up, more fully rested than they had been in a long time. Mr. Bennet cherished the remaining time he had with his eldest two daughters, realising, even if Lizzy did not, that she would soon be leaving the name Bennet behind.

Unfortunately the peace did not last. For on the second day of Mr. Bingley's return to Netherfield, a very large, luxurious carriage rumbled into Longbourn.

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