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Chapter 1
When Elizabeth was walking out of the church with her new husband, she realized that she would no longer bear the name of Bennet as her last again. With this realization, she, and even Darcy, began to perceive the past months of their courtship.
True, it had been a strange one, if at all, and was love-filled. Many thought this was strange in the way of a courtship, even though they were excessively happy for Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Many had wondered why Mr. Darcy had decided to marry for love rather than to marry a woman of his own station. Everyone had come to expect that the proud Mr. Darcy would never, even in their wildest dreams, come to see him choose a wife with such a dwindling fortune and such low connections. It was largely known, due to Lady Catherine's displeasure and through general gossip, that Darcy was intended to marry his cousin Miss Anne de Bourgh.
Darcy could care less what people thought of his marrying Elizabeth, especially whatever displeasure his great aunt felt towards the match. As far as Darcy was concerned, he knew he had fallen madly in love with the most extraordinary woman he had ever bechanced upon. She was the only one that had ever challenged him of his views on the world and she was the first person to ever deny him of anything.
Darcy suddenly began to ponder upon the time when he made his first proposal to Elizabeth. He could distinctively recall the mood that he had set. When he recalled that, he shuddered, for he had caused Elizabeth pain for the words he had said to her. How could he have been so stupid? When he eventually thought of Elizabeth's reply, it would ease his mental suffering, somewhat. For what she had said was entirely true. It was her words that had changed him into the man that he had become. True, he didn't take on a complete metamorphosis. He was still the same Darcy as he had always been. The only true change that occurred were his notions about life.
Fitzwilliam Darcy had been a selfish creature all his life, not until he met Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He liked to think of her as his saviour from his past pride and prejudices. He owed his new outlook, views, and life to her. His sweet, fair Elizabeth. He vowed that he would always love, honour, respect, cherish, and do everything in his power to make sure she was happy.
Elizabeth could vividly remember everything that had happened during their engagement. It was a very exciting time for Mr. Darcy and herself, not to mention for Mr. Bingley and Jane as well. Sometimes, both Jane and Elizabeth would wonder who was happier about the marriage, them or Mrs. Bennet. The way Mrs. Bennet had acted, it seemed that she was getting married instead of Elizabeth and Jane. She would repeatedly say, "Oh Jane, Lizzy, I am so happy for you both. How happy you have made the family, and me, and of course you shall be extremely happy as well. Lizzy you shall be so happy. Ten thousand a year. O, not to worry Jane, you may not share in equal wealth as Elizabeth, but you shall share in happiness." She would continue in this fashion during their entire engagement, even after they were married. Mr. Bennet would just simply glance at her rolling his eyes while Elizabeth and Jane would say, "Thank you mama. Yes mama."
The Bennet family had become quite used to Darcy and Bingley's presence. They would come before breakfast and wouldn't leave until after dinner. They even came when the weather was bad. This was amazing to Kitty, because it proved the gentlemen's love for their eldest sisters, especially if they were willing to spend time with Elizabeth and Jane, with the company of their mother. This was not the case with Wickham and Lydia, for about a month after they were married, Kitty began to realise how big of a sham her sisters marriage was. True, there was love and affection on Lydia's side, while Wickham just bore her as the best he could.
Elizabeth and Jane became relatively used to leisurely strolls with Darcy and Bingley on clear days. Jane and Bingley would take the lead while Elizabeth and Darcy would let them advance further than themselves, to give each couple some privacy, for the time being. This was the whole purpose of the walks, and not to mention to get away from Mrs. Bennet and her ramblings.
During on one such walk, since the day had been rather beautiful, Elizabeth and Darcy began to ensue on a topic. Darcy said, "I am the luckiest man in the world. You do not know how happy you've made me."
"On the contrary," Elizabeth stated, "I believe I feel the same as you. I am have never felt such felicity in my life, it is quite unbelievable." With this said, Darcy had took Elizabeth's hand and kissed it. Elizabeth was rather amused at his gentlemanly behaviour as to give her a look of mirth upon her countenance while Darcy just looked at her showing his genuine love for her. She would have returned his gaze with the same intensity if she had not begun to blush.
Since the day had been so bright and sunny, Elizabeth had not worn one of her warmer petticoats. Thusly, it did not come as a great surprise when she began to shudder when the crisp November air began to gust. Elizabeth just simply wrapped her arms about herself and Darcy drew her close to himself and put his arms around her, as well, to try to warm her.
Elizabeth, as she gazed up at Darcy, said with a rather sly smile, "Sir, what shall my father think?"
Darcy had known this expression on Elizabeth very well and replied, "I am not sure, maybe I should enquire about it to him."
It took Elizabeth a minute to realize that he was kidding, for he had a very serious expression on his face and he had slightly turned his head in the direction of Longbourn as if to leave and actually enquire.
Once she realized that he was joking, she said, "My father would probably take back his consent about the marriage, for it would give my father a reason just to keep me home. You must know that my mother seems to think that I am his favourite daughter. Yes, he will do this without a blink of an eye. If this would come to pass, I am not sure who would be more distressed, my mother or I."
They both laughed at this, for they knew how Mrs. Bennet was. The way she acted sometimes, it would seem she was to marry and not Elizabeth, nor Jane. If this had come to pass, Mrs. Bennet would act if she were the injured party. Thus contemplated, they continued their walk, after Elizabeth was warmed, until it started to become dark. Both couples reluctantly headed back to Longbourn, unwillingly, for their was nothing but gawking eyes, no privacy, and Mrs. Bennet with her mouth.
Chapter 2
It was decided that the Bennet family (excluding Lydia and her dear, dear Wickham) should be the first to arrive at Netherfield, but it was not to be so. Mrs. Bennet had taken more time than was needed in dressing and Mr. Bennet had continuously stated that his wife was just as dawdling as his younger daughters were silly. With this she would protest, "I must look my best, for if I do not I will have to listen to Lady Lucas and her pity on my wardrobe. It shall not be! If any one is going to be pitied, it will be her!" Mr. Bennet just sat and rolled his eyes at the silly rivalry that had been going on between his wife and Lady Lucas.
When the Bennet's had finally arrived at the ball, nearly half of the guests had already arrived. It was not hard for each fiancé to spot the other as the Bennet family came through the massive French styled doors. Darcy immediately took the hand of Elizabeth, as did Bingley with Jane, leaving Caroline and Louisa to greet the remainder of the guests. Darcy and Bingley commented on how beautiful Elizabeth and Jane looked. They both were very pleased with this because it was what they set out to do. They had taken much time and took great care in preparing themselves for the ball.
When the first dance had commenced Bingley led Jane to the dance floor, as did Darcy with Elizabeth. This was not in the least bit being a surprise to any one.
During her and Darcy's turn about the room, Elizabeth initiated the conversation with a crafty smile, "It is observed that private dances are much more pleasant than public ones, wouldn't you say Mr. Darcy." He knew exactly where she was taking them, and just for the fun of the little joke didn't reply to her comment just as he had done so one time before. She knew he wouldn't say anything, so she waited for a short pause before she began, "You can not go without replying, for it is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I spoke of the dance, and you should make some sort of remark on the room or how successful you believe the ball shall be."
He knew it was his turn to speak and said, "Whatever you want me to say, whatever you want me to do, I assure you it shall be done. I don't go around the world saying that to just anyone. I fear that if I should be around you any more, I shall fall violently in love with you Miss Bennet."
With an arch smile, she said, "That reply will do for now, but you must be more discreet of your feelings for me, since I am engaged to a man who is known to be proud and very disagreeable. I say this for your own personal safety, I assure you."
He simply replied, "I should risk being near you, for I grow fonder of you by the minute, by the second. I dare say leave this man and come with me. If he is as bad as you say he is, you won't be happy for an instant."
"I could not leave him," she stated, "since he is easily the richest man in England. Money makes the worst of men look better, wouldn't you say so?"
Darcy smiled at this very idea. He knew the appeal and power of money very well. He wished that he hadn't, though, for the reason that he nearly missed the opportunity to fall in love with the finest woman he would ever meet. Elizabeth began to notice that Darcy was starting to have a very serious, reserved look on his face, so what did she do, she began to worry. She showed this when she asked, "Are you feeling well. I hope I haven't said nor done anything to upset you, if I have I am terribly sorry and hope you will forgive me."
He could see the worried look on her face and said with a smile, "Please do not worry yourself. You have done nothing to upset me and I think I could never be angry with you. When I look upon you I see nothing but perfection." She began to blush. With this part of his declaration said the first dance had ended. He took her hand and guided her from the dance floor. He thus began again, "If I worried you, I am the one who should be apologizing, not you. I was just merely thinking of my past pride, incompetence towards to the world, and prejudices. I almost lost the chance to fall in love with the most extraordinary person I ever have bechanced upon. Since I met you, I have been happier than I ever have been. No, I refuse to let you worry over nothing but I shall thank you for the trouble of it."
There was a wide spread smile across her face when Elizabeth whispered to Darcy, so as not to be overheard by anyone, "If we were alone and not surrounded by all of these people, I dare say I would have to kiss you for what you have just said, but as it is we aren't alone."
Darcy could tell she was teasing him and said, "Well I have a remedy for that." Without saying anything else, he just simply took her hand and began to lead her away from the dance floor where there were many curious eyes that were watching. He discreetly led her to the next available room to where their wouldn't be any prying eyes. He inquired, "Now that we are alone, what were saying that you would do?"
She began to blush from embarrassment, but got over it rather quickly. Elizabeth knew if he had taken the prerogative to take her to a somewhat secluded place, she would have to take the prerogative to be the one to initiate the kiss, which she did. Neither was displeased with the kiss only with hearing Mrs. Bennet's shouts in her search for Elizabeth. They both shuddered at this. Elizabeth said, "It will be best if I go out before you, but wait for a moment, for I don't want to have to listen to mother about us being here alone with each other. For you know that her voice can easily carry across a crowded ballroom and I won't be the only one who will have to listen to it." He just gave her a look implying that he didn't blame her and just shook his head in acknowledgement. Thusly, she parted from him and he waited a moment before he parted from the dim room.
On Mrs. Bennet sighting Elizabeth, she inquired, "Where did you go? I have been in search for you and Jane. Come my dear, you and Jane must come with me so I can gloat to Lady Lucas on my success of getting you both engaged far more better than she did with Charlotte. I sometimes pity poor Lady Lucas on Charlotte marrying that odious Mr. Collins. Oh Lizzy, you were so clever in not becoming engaged to Mr. Collins. You knew that you could do so much better. Now look at you. Engaged to Mr. Darcy. I am still in raptures about it all. You are a very clever, darling girl." Elizabeth looked just behind her mother as she rambled on and could perceive Jane standing there, giving a look of embarrassment at her mother not using a less inaudible tone of voice. Both Elizabeth and Jane knew that their mother would never be able to talk in a discreet matter so just gave up all hope in her being able to do so at all. Thusly, their mother, in search of Lady Lucas, led off Jane and Elizabeth. She was not that hard to find. When they reached her, Mrs. Bennet started, "You have not congratulated my daughters, yet, on their upcoming marriages to Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy."
Mrs. Bennet continued in her gloat, which was not heard by either Jane or Elizabeth. They were preoccupied in search for Darcy and Bingley. As they glimpsed upon the room, they finally espied the two gentlemen they were in search for. Darcy and Bingley were conversing with each other, but when they looked in the direction of Elizabeth and Jane, they were bestowed a look of help. Darcy and Bingley had seen that they were with Mrs. Bennet, who was obviously gloating to Lady Lucas, so they decided it was in their best interest to get Elizabeth and Jane away from their mother, without getting trapped into a conversation with her themselves. So they decidedly took action by crossing the room to them, each taking the hand of the fiancé they were to marry for a turn about the room.
Darcy spoke for both Bingley and himself by saying, "I hope you are finished with your daughters, since both Bingley and I would dearly like to solicit their hands."
Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, "Well, of course I'm finished speaking with them, and even if I wasn't I wouldn't deny either of you fine gentlemen the pleasure of dancing with my daughters. Oh, please take them off my hands, for I am far finished conversing with them in any case." This was far from the truth. Mrs. Bennet really didn't want her eldest daughters to leave the conversation quite yet. She still wanted to have them there as she gloated, that is all. All though, if Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley wanted to dance with them, she would not deny them of that.
As both couples walked to the appointed dance floor, Elizabeth said, with a look of gratitude to the gentlemen, "I am pleased you both came and took us from our mother."
"I am also glad too, and relieved. I must thank you both." said Jane. This statement came as shock since it was Jane who bluntly stated that she was relieved to be out of Mrs. Bennet's company. A statement such as this would have been come to be expected as something Elizabeth would say, but not as something Jane would say, although no one blamed her for stating as much.
Bingley said, "Don't mention it. It was all Darcy's doing any ways, not mine. He was the one who spoke to your mother that relinquished you both from her conversation."
"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you Bingley," Darcy gallantly conjectured, "for there is only one of me and two of them. I wouldn't have been able to rescue both."
They nearly laughed at this attempt to make it seem as if Darcy and Bingley had made some sort of heroics. It was a brave thing for them to do for the reason that they risked entering into a conversation with Mrs. Bennet, which no one else enjoyed beside herself.
In but a stage whisper Darcy inquired, "Shall we my dear?"
"Yes, let's," replied a gleeful Elizabeth. With that he simply led her to the dance for another turn about the room, as did Bingley with Jane.
As the current set was being finished, Elizabeth espied her father watching them with an amused look on his face.
"Fitzwilliam, I'm going to go talk to my father. Would you like to join me?"
"There's nothing more than I would like to do than go and speak with you and your father, but I am afraid I can not. I fear I have to do my duty and dance with Miss Bingley when the next set begins."
"I dearly hope that you don't fall madly in love with her while I'm away." At this he grimaced while Elizabeth just looked up at him with smile on her face and laughter shining in her eyes.
"If that should come to pass, I would hope that Georgiana would have enough sense and commit me to Bedlam."
"Believe me, if she won't, I will."
"Then I guess I should be eternally grateful."
"I would hope so." With that, they went their separate directions.
"Lizzy I must say that I've never seen you as happy as you are now my dear girl. So tell me, is this the price to pay for seeing my two daughters so happy, that I should have to part from them."
"Papa."
"You know I'm only teasing. I'm happy to finally see that you and Jane find your other halves. You will truly be happy, but remember what your poor Father will suffer in your absence. I must say though, it will be quite worth it. When you first told me that you had accepted Mr. Darcy I thought you out of your senses for accepting him. Now, I see that there is no one else more worthy of you."
With teary eyes, Elizabeth hugged her Father.
Just then Mrs. Bennet joined their group and said, "Mr. Bennet, what have you said to make Lizzy so upset. It will do us no good for Mr. Darcy to see her as such. Lizzy, try to compose yourself. Mr. Darcy will surely think less of you if he sees you in this state of discomposure. Don't give me that look young lady. I'm your Mother and I know these things."
"Mrs. Bennet, I believe that Mr. Darcy will think no less of our daughter if he sees her a little teary eyed."
"Mr. Bennet," but before she could continue she was cut off.
"No Mrs. Bennet you will listen to me on this. If you have not yet observed, I dare say you had better now. Mr. Darcy loves Lizzy and shall not care at all for her shedding a few tears. If at all, he'll be worried. Now Mrs. Bennet, I'm telling you that I know this for a certainty. In any case, Lizzy wasn't crying, well not really. She was just so happy and if you can not tell that about her then I really feel sorry for you."
At this point a bemused and shocked Mrs. Bennet walked away from them.
"Papa, don't you think you may have been a little harsh on her?"
"Not in the least. It's about time that she learns all of the facts before jumping in head first, but it is a harsh lesson to learn," said a sighing Mr. Bennet.
"Well, I must say that that is the first time I've ever seen that look upon Mother's face," said Elizabeth laughingly.
"Yes, I believe that this was the first time that she was for a loss of words. I can now only hope that it will happen more often, but I fear it won't happen often enough."
"Papa!"
"You know I only jest my love. It looks like that the dance is about over," Mr. Bennet laughingly said as he saw the look of gratefulness on his soon to be son-in-laws face.
Lizzy followed his gaze and said in an amused tone, "I think you must be right. I hope he hasn't suffered as much as he looks like he has."
"Now who is being a little harsh?"
"I believe that I'll go try to free him from Miss Bingley before she puts him in a foul mood."
Mr. Bennet just chuckled at this. "Yes, you had better go dear; we would not want that, now would we." With that, Father and Daughter laughingly separated.
When Darcy saw Elizabeth approaching him, a smile formed on his lips. "I see that you have spent your time more pleasantly than I have."
"I would think so, but tell me, how did you ever get away from Miss Bingley?"
"Believe me, it was no easy task, but enough about her. We are here to celebrate us."
"Yes. You are right. We should be concentrating on what really is important."
"It looks like dinner is being served. May I escort you to the dining room?"
"Only if you tell me something."
"Anything."
"Well that promise could get you into trouble, but in any case, how exactly did Miss Bingley get you to dance with her?"
"For one thing she is Bingley's sister and for another it was the only way I could keep her quiet earlier this evening. Before the ball had even began, she pointedly kept saying that she hoped that she would have a suitable dance partner. Of course, I knew she was basically begging me to ask her for a dance. Since she is Bingley's sister I condescended and asked her."
"Well I'm glad to see that Miss Bingley is still in rare form." The laughing couple went to the dining room and for the rest of the evening, they only spent time with the other.
Chapter 3
"Well Lizzy, who is it from," shrieked Mrs. Bennet.
"I'm not sure Mama. There seems to be no return address."
"Well, open it my dear. It might be from Mr. Darcy."
"That would be highly unlikely."
As Elizabeth opened and perused its contents, everyone at the table could see her face visibly turn pale and shown with shock. Elizabeth was close to tears but tried to compose herself as best as she could. "I believe that I am not feeling well. Pray, excuse me." Before anyone could respond or even gather their wits she left the room.
Jane was the first to come to her senses. "I think I will go check on her."
As Jane reached Elizabeth's room, she could here her sister's sobs. With a tap on the door she said, "Lizzy are you well? Can I come in?"
There was a silence before the door opened up to her. Jane quickly entered the room and looked at her sister as she closed the door. Lizzy looked awful. Her face was tear streaked and red eyed. "Oh my Lizzy, what ever is the matter? What was contained in that letter you received?" Lizzy just silently handed Jane the letter. As Jane read the letter she gasped. "Oh Lizzy, now I can easily see why you are upset. Should we not tell father? He will surely know what to do."
"No Jane. I can't tell Papa. Not yet anyways. You know that mother was never acquainted with any of it before. If she were to find out now, no, I don't even want to think about that."
"Yes, you are right about mother, but when I was leaving to come here to see you, I could tell that father was most extremely worried about you. You need to tell him."
"I will tell him later, but there is something else that is on my mind Jane. Should I acquaint this with Mr. Darcy?" At this she began to silently sob.
Jane went to Elizabeth and put her arms around her. Then she compassionately began, "I'm not sure Lizzy. It is truly a distressing matter."
"What will he think of me?" More sobs came as she said this.
"Elizabeth, look at me. None of this is your fault. It never was. You need to realize this."
"I know Jane, but, but..." She couldn't continue. She just broke down and began crying.
Jane looked down at her sister sympathetically. 'I have to do something about this, but what? What can I do?'
As Lizzy's crying began to slow she whispered, "Thank you Jane for being so understanding. I think I'm going to lie down."
"All right. I believe that will be the best thing for you right now, but what about telling father and Mr. Darcy?"
"Just simply tell Mr. Darcy that I wasn't feeling well when he arrives with Mr. Bingley and as for father, ask him to talk to you in his library and show him the letter. If you can, talk to him before the gentlemen arrive. Can you do this for me Jane?"
"Yes, of course. I think you are doing the right thing at the moment Lizzy." With that, Jane headed off in search for her father with the letter.
The said person of Jane's search came approaching her with concern on his face and in his voice. "Well Jane, what is wrong with Lizzy."
"Come father, I believe we should go to your library to discuss this."
"Yes, yes of course."
As Mr. Bennet was closing the library door after informing Hill that he and Jane was not to be disturbed by no one, he asked again, "Jane, why was Elizabeth so upset."
Just as her sister had silently handed her the letter, Jane did the same with her father. His face went through a turmoil of feelings as he read the short missive. First it held worry, then shock, and finally turned red with anger.
He finally yelled out, "Why the nerve of that man! I have never none a more upstart, pretentious person in all of my life! How dare he!"
"Father please try to calm yourself. It will do none of us any good if mother were to find out what happened three years ago."
A calmer Mr. Bennet then replied, "Yes, you are right my dear, but I am at a loss. Oh my poor girl. How she must be suffering. Tell me Jane, what do you think is our best course of action?"
"I am also at a loss. For now, I think it might be best not to do anything. We don't even know if he is serious or not."
"Jane, you know how he is and that he is quite serious. For now, I'll just write a letter to Mr. Gardiner. Maybe he will know what to do. Leave me Jane, I have a letter to write. Tell everyone that under no circumstances that I am to be disturbed."
"What of the letter father? I should take it back to Lizzy. I know that she is thinking of telling Mr. Darcy, but she isn't quite sure yet. Wouldn't it be better if she were to have the letter to show him if she does indeed tell him?"
"Yes Jane. Here, take that foul thing away from me."
Jane took the letter and as she was leaving the library, she saw Hill showing Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy into the house. Jane deliberately hid the letter from view so the gentlemen could not see it. Before either Mr. Bingley or Mr. Darcy began with pleasantries, Jane started, "Mr. Darcy, I am sorry to inform you that my sister is a bit unwell today and will not be able to see you."
Concern came instantly across his face. "How is Elizabeth? It's nothing too serious I hope."
"She is a little unwell. Probably due to exhaustion from the ball last night." Jane slightly cringed when she said this, for she knew that she was lying, but she could only hope that either gentleman would not know.
However, being as perceptive as he is, Mr. Darcy could sense that Jane was not telling the truth, or at least not telling him everything. 'What are you thinking Darcy! You were once wrong about her true feelings for Bingley. You could certainly be wrong about this. Then why can't I shake this feeling that there is more to it than she is relating?'
"I am sorry to hear it," said a solemn Bingley. "I truly hope that she recovers soon. I would not wish to think that Miss Elizabeth was caused any distress from attending my ball."
Before he could continue Jane interrupted him. "Please do not worry yourself Charles. I know that I've come back from dances and to suffer from exhaustion and I've seen Lizzy plenty times before to have the same infliction. Please, do not worry yourself. After some rest, I believe that she will be fully recovered." Bingley smiled at this showing that he was relieved. "If you will excuse me, I am going to go check on Elizabeth. Hill, show Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy to the drawing room and if you could, please tell everyone that Mr. Bennet is not to be disturbed at all. I will join you both in a moment." With that they went their separate ways.
Elizabeth was staring into space with an undecipherable look on her face as Jane entered her room again. As Jane handed the letter back to her, Elizabeth began to laugh hysterically.
"Lizzy, are you all right," asked a now really concerned Jane.
She just broke back into tears and said, "No Jane, I believe I am not. So, what did our father say when you told him and when he saw the letter?"
"He did not take well at all. You should have seen him. I think I have never seen a person more angry than he was. I had to calm him down in fear of mother over hearing any of it. He is currently writing a letter to Uncle Gardiner asking for his assistance. He's not sure on what to do so he is going to inquire about it to our uncle. I think you should know that Charles and Mr. Darcy are here now. They arrived just as I was leaving father's library."
"Well, what did you tell them?"
"If you are afraid that I said anything about this whole mess to anyone but father then you may be rest assured. But as to what I told them about you, I simply said that you were unwell, probably due to exhaustion caused by last night's festivities."
"Oh Jane you are an angel. You don't know how much that puts me at ease now."
"Lizzy, you do plan on telling Mr. Darcy, don't you?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure how. This is very distressing. I think I should tell him today, but for now, I will go and see father."
"He said that he was not to be disturbed, but I believe that he will be glad to see you."
Lizzy got up and walked over to her wash stand where she splashed some cold water on her face and patted it dry. "Now Jane, how do I look?"
"Beautiful as always."
"Jane you are too good, but what I want to know is if you can tell if I have been crying or not."
"Well, a little."
"It will have to do. Come; walk me to the library."
Mr. Bennet heard a tap on his and then heard it open. Without even looking up from the letter he was writing he bellowed, "I said that I was not to be disturbed."
"All right father, I will just come back at another time."
"Elizabeth my dear, I had not realized it was you. Come and close the door. Tell me, how are you managing. I know it can't be well."
With an exasperated sigh, she said, "No, it can't father."
"I had most fervently thought that it came to an end three years ago. Now look how wrong I was about that. I should have taken better care of it. If I had, this wouldn't be happening now."
"Papa, please. Do not blame yourself. You are not at fault. There is only one person to blame and that person is not you."
"Lizzy, it is hard for me to not blame myself. Perhaps you are right though. Maybe I am being a little harsh on my self, but I really doubt it. Now, tell me, is there anything that I can do for you?"
"Yes, I believe there is. Could you let me use your library in order to have a little privacy? I believe that it's time to tell Mr. Darcy. He deserves to know what is going on."
"Yes. Of course. Let me finish this letter to Mr. Gardiner. When I am done I will go to find Mr. Darcy and tell him that you wish to speak to him."
"Thank you father."
"Yes, yes. You are a dear, sweet girl and you don't deserve to be going through this." Mr. Bennet then resumed writing his letter and then left the library in search of Mr. Darcy.
Chapter 4
"Sometimes I have no idea what to do with that girl," screeched an annoyed Mrs. Bennet.
Before either Jane or Darcy could object to what Mrs. Bennet was saying, Mr. Bennet spoke up. "And which girl would that be Mrs. Bennet?"
"Why Lizzy of course. I was just sitting here and telling Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley how abruptly she just got up and left the breakfast room this morning after reading that letter of hers. I'll tell you that..."
A determined Mr. Bennet cut her off. "Mrs. Bennet, I see that you did not learn from last time, so let me tell you this pointedly. Do not start professing anything before you know all of the facts. It does no good to no one if you rush into these sorts of things. Now, Mr. Darcy, if you would be so kind as to join me in my library." Darcy concurred to Mr. Bennet's request and they left a, once again, stupefied Mrs. Bennet.
As soon as the drawing room door was securely shut, Darcy began with, "Mr. Bennet, you may find me imprudent for inquiring, but I must know. Can you tell me what's going on?"
"You'll find out in all due time. Now come, let us go to the library."
On approaching the library door Mr. Bennet informed Darcy that he was to leave him now. "Mr. Bennet, I don't quite understand what you mean. You asked me to join you in your library and now you're telling me that you have to leave me."
"Mr. Darcy, my asking you to join me in the library was a mere pretence. Not a moment ago you asked what was going on. I can honestly tell you that all of the answers to your questions lie behind that door," and after stating as much, Mr. Bennet walked away leaving a baffled Darcy.
Darcy entered the library, closing the door behind him. When he had first entered, he did not notice Elizabeth standing at one end of the library, but he soon came to realize that she was in the room when he turned around. When he saw Lizzy he smiled, but the smile was quickly replaced with a look of concern when he easily discerned her distress.
With pure apprehension in his voice Darcy asked, "What ever is the matter Elizabeth?"
"Come William. Please sit down. I have something I need to tell you."
She had such a grave tone that Darcy became somewhat agitated. 'What can she possibly have to tell me? What if she plans to call of the engagement? No, that can not be it. Could it?' These were some of the thoughts that went through his head, but he dared not to relate any of his fears to Elizabeth, but instead followed her command and went to sit on the settee on the side of the room where she was.
"I'm sure, that by now, you know that I received a letter today." He just nodded his head in compliance and she continued on. "Yes, well my mother was really never able to keep things to herself. From as far back as I can remember, she would talk about the most trivial things, but enough about her. William, I am about to tell you something that happened to me three years ago, but before I do, I want you to read the letter that I received this morning."
Darcy saw Elizabeth produce a letter from inside a book that she had been holding. He took it with no small amount of trepidation. He thus began to open and read the short missive.
Dearest Elizabeth,I have heard news that you are engaged. If you think that I am writing to give my congratulations, then you are mistakably in err. Lizzy, you and I both know that I can't, and won't let you get married, now do we not? See you soon.
Ever Yours,
J.
At first Darcy was not sure what to make of the letter. 'What is this! Some kind of sick joke!' he had thought. He read and then re-read it again trying to fully make sense of the exact meaning of the letter.
"Elizabeth...," but before he could continue he was cut off.
"Like I said earlier, I have something to relate to you and I want to know that you'll remain silent until I have finished what I have to say. Can you do that?" He simply nodded his head and so Elizabeth began her difficult story. "What I am about to relate happened three years ago. It occurred when Jane and I were visiting my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner in London..."
Three years earlier...
It was a happy reunion when Jane and Elizabeth reached the Gardiners home in London. It had been nearly a year since they had seen their aunt and uncle. After greetings and pleasantries were made on both sides, Mrs. Gardiner told her nieces that she had an agreeable surprise for them. "We have been invited to a ball. A friend of her husband and mine is hosting it. Lord and Lady Brantley. The ball will be held in a week's time."
"Aunt Gardiner, the is definitely a very agreeable surprise, but why did you not mention it in the letter you wrote to us confirming our plans?"
"Jane, I thought it was best if your mother not know of the ball. The invitation only includes Mr. Gardiner, both of you, and myself. If you mother had found out, she probably would have wanted to come."
"There's no doubt in that," replied an amused Lizzy.
The night of the Brantley ball had finally arrived. Both Lizzy and Jane were bought new gowns for the occasion by Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. Lizzy had decided on an elegant light blue gown that flattered her figure while Jane chose a white gown that made her look even more angelic, if that was even possible at all.
Both Lord and Lady Brantley received Jane and Lizzy very kindly. They seemed to be very genteel, kind people. It was not hard to see why they were friends with the Gardiners. "So these are the famous nieces that I have heard so much about," said a very pleased Lady Brantley. "Indeed Madeline, I see you have not embellished your nieces a tiny bit. Ah, James!" shouted Lady Brantley to obtain the attention of handsome, young gentleman with sandy blonde hair and the clearest blue eyes. Handsome didn't even come close to describing him accurately. He appeared to be at the age of six and twenty. The way he carried himself whilst walking showed his self-confidence and membership to the upper classes. "If you would come here. I want to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner and their nieces. James, may I introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner," they made a slight nod of the head in acknowledgment, "and Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth Bennet." This time the gentleman seemed more anxious to acknowledge the presence of the young ladies. He gave each a dashing smile and formally bowed to each. "Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet, and Miss Elizabeth, may I introduce to your acquaintance the Earl of Wessex?" Mr. Gardiner bowed to the Earl while the ladies curtsied. "I'm sorry Madeline. We'll have to chat later. More guests are arriving and I need to greet them."
"Yes of course Cassandra. I understand perfectly. It wouldn't look to good if the hostess of the ball wouldn't even deign to greet her guests," came a humorous reply from Mrs. Gardiner.
The Earl offered both Bennet sisters an arm and asked, "May I escort you ladies in?" Both Jane and Elizabeth gratefully accepted. "Miss Elizabeth, if you have not been solicited to the first dance, may I be so bold as to claim the first two with you?"
Elizabeth was surprised that the Earl had not requested to dance with Jane first, but was nevertheless very pleased. With a bright smile she answered, "I am not engaged my Lord."
He then went on to ask for Jane's for the two following, which she received. "Good. Well, here we are. Miss Elizabeth, I'll be back to claim your hand when the dancing convenes. Miss Bennet," and with a bow, he left Jane and Elizabeth to there own devices until the dancing began.
"Jane, I hope you aren't offended by my agreeing to dance with the Earl. He should have asked you first and when he didn't I should have refused..."
Jane interrupted Lizzy before she could continue. "Lizzy, I don't feel the least bit offended. Don't worry yourself."
"Oh Jane, you are too good. I know I tell you that all of the time, but I don't think you hear it enough."
"There is nothing extraordinary about it. What kind of sister if I did other wise?" All Elizabeth had time to do was smile her thanks before a gentleman approached Jane and claiming her for the first two dances.
Not long after Jane had accepted the two dances, the Earl of Wessex came to claim Lizzy's hand, for the first dance was about to start.
"Miss Bennet, I believe this dance is mine?"
With a brilliant smile, she responded, "Why I believe you are right my Lord."
The Earl took Elizabeth's hand and led her to the dance floor. She could feel the stares of the room on her and her partner. 'Well after all Lizzy, he is an Earl. He's probably one of the most sought after gentleman in the room,' thought Lizzy, wryly to herself. If she wasn't the stubborn type of person she was, she would have been unnerved, but found it to be extremely humorous.
Elizabeth found that the Earl could easily keep a conversation going while dancing. They had been talking of London and the country until Elizabeth asked, "How long have you been acquainted with Lord and Lady Brantley?"
"All of my life, or at least I can say that about Lord Brantley. You see Miss Bennet, Lord Brantley is my second cousin. We're related through my mother's side of the family." I see came an answer of response.
When the first two dances came to an end, Earl Wessex led Elizabeth off the floor. "I've had a delightful time dancing and speaking with you Miss Bennet. I hope that before the night is over I'll be able to have the pleasure again." With that he bowed and left to go find Jane and claim his dance with her. Elizabeth just thought that the Earl was just being polite and didn't think he would ask her to dance again. But to her surprise, he asked for a second, and to make it even more astounding, he asked for a third. Elizabeth had truly been shocked. She had been the only woman there that he had even asked a second time, but when he asked for the third, she was in disbelief!
Whatever she did, she could feel all of the envious and jealous eyes upon herself. Yet she was still not intimidated. When she started to notice the Earl looking upon her frequently, that's when she began to feel uneasy. 'Why is he paying me so much attention,' thought Elizabeth, 'There are women here of more consequence than myself and yet he pays more attention to me than anyone else.' To say the least, she was confused.
The following day after the ball, Lady Brantley issued an invitation to Mrs. Gardiner and the Miss Bennets to join her for a late tea that day if it was convenient for them. Mrs. Gardiner responded with an affirmative.
"So Miss Elizabeth, tell me how you enjoyed the ball last evening?" asked Lady Bentley.
"I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
"I'm glad to hear it. Oh, by the way, the gentlemen might join us a little later on. They went to take care of business earlier today and have yet to return. I dare say that a cup of tea will be most enjoyable to both when they return."
Mrs. Gardiner asked, "And which gentlemen might be joining us?"
"Lord Brantley, of course, and Earl Wessex."
"Is his lordship staying with you at the present moment?"
"Yes he is Madeline. He did have a house here in town, but it wasn't to his liking so he sold it. He has a new place, but is still making the arrangements to move in."
Just then the gentlemen could be heard in the hallway. As they made their entry into the sitting room, Elizabeth felt a little uneasy. She could tell that the Earls attention was fully on her, but yet she would not visibly show it.
After greetings all around, the Earl went and sat directly next to Elizabeth. "I must say that this is a pleasant surprise to see you here Miss Elizabeth."
"Indeed my Lord, I had not expected to meet you here either. Had not Lady Brantley informed you of our plans to sit with her to tea?"
Lady Brantley was the one to answer. "I am afraid that the gentlemen had already left to take care of business before I could inform them."
For the rest of the visit, the Earl paid little attention to anyone else but Elizabeth. His attention to herself was quite perplexing to Elizabeth. 'Why does he even regard my presence. Surely he can't have any serious intentions to myself. So why does he heed my company?' thought Elizabeth. 'Perhaps he just likes having conversations with me or just thinks I'm a naive country girl that he can fall in love with him. Whatever it is I should keep my guard up.'
During the weeks following the visit with Lady Brantley, Elizabeth constantly met the Earl. Whether it is meeting on the streets while shopping or during one of her daily rambles through the park, it seemed as if no matter where she went he was there. She was beginning to feel a little more then apprehensive now. The more time he was around her, the more Elizabeth felt that he wasn't entirely what he seemed. It was as if he was hiding his true character from the world, and what ever his true character was it must have been bad. At times she thought that she could distinguish what it was. There was some kind of expression in his eyes that showed, as if he was a cold, uncaring sort of person, but by the way he acted, it would say other wise. She felt that a persons eyes were a window into their souls and that whatever expression they held showed their true nature. Still, Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think. She decided that the Earl was a puzzle trapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma. To find the answer would prove to be difficult.
One day, while Elizabeth was leisurely sitting and reading in the park, she heard someone approaching her. She put down her book to see who it was. It was none other than the walking, breathing puzzle himself.
"A lady of great intelligence also I see, but it does not come as a surprise. Miss Bennet," he gracefully bowed before continuing, "I hope I am not disturbing you."
She carefully answered with, "No my Lord, I was just merely reading, that is all."
"Then may I join you?"
Cautiously she said, "If you wish." The Earl then immediately took the seat next to her.
After a couple of minutes in silence on both sides, the Earl finally spoke. "Elizabeth," the sound of his voice and his using her name familiarly startled her, but she showed no sign of it, "I have a request to make of you and that is if you would consent to be my wife."
Astonishment showed through Elizabeth's face but before she could say anything, he continued. "I know that we have not known each other very long, but from the time we've spent together I have come to know that there is no other lady that I would rather marry than you. True, it is very, very uncommon for a man of my position and wealth to marry a person of yours, but it does not matter at all. I love you and I want you to be my wife."
Before he could continue, Elizabeth stopped him. "Earl Wessex, I am flattered that you wish to marry me, but I must say my Lord the feeling is not mutual, which means that I can not possibly accept a marriage offer from you. I thank you for your kind offer, but I must refuse."
Disbelief, shock, and anger shown through his eyes while his countenance remained calm and cool. He calmly, with a hint of anger in his voice, replied, "Elizabeth do you know who I am. You would indeed be a fool for not accepting my proposal. If I were you, I would reconsider."
With anger and disbelief in her voice she said, "But you are not me, are you Earl Wessex. I shall not reconsider and I never will." Without even giving a parting, Elizabeth got up and started walking back into the direction of the Gardiners, that is until the Earl took her arm stopping her from her flight. "You will unhand me Sir!"
"I will not until you listen! I have not been one to brooking disappointments and I shall not start now."
"I am afraid that you will. I told you that I will not consent to be your wife and that I never will. Can I speak plainer? I quite fervently meant what I said and no one will ever be able to change my mind!"
"I am quite determined that you will be my wife. I will not persist until you are!" With that he let her arm go and stormed out of the park. With a sigh of relief and apprehension Lizzy made her way back to her aunt and uncles home.
When Elizabeth got back, she immediately went in search for Jane. She desperately needed someone to talk to. Elizabeth found Jane sitting alone in the library reading. "Oh Jane!"
"Lizzy, what ever is the matter?"
"Earl Wessex proposed to me."
"What! When?"
"While I was reading in the park."
"Did you accept him?"
"No Jane, I did not accept him. I told him that I possibly couldn't and that I would never accept him."
"Is this what has you distressed? That you refused Earl Wessex?"
"No Jane. It's what he said. After I told him no, he told me that I should reconsider and I said that I wouldn't. I tried to walk off, but he stopped me. He essentially told me that I would marry him and that he would not stop until I have."
"Lizzy I am sorry. What you must be going through. Let us hope that he just said out of anger and that he will leave you alone."
"I believe he will not leave me alone. I can only hope that he will." Elizabeth then went to tell her aunt and uncle what had occurred and that she had no wish to be in the company of Earl Wessex. They fully supported her on her decisions.
If you considered that the Earl had been stalking Elizabeth before, it wouldn't even compare to this. No matter where she went or what she did, the Earl would be there. The only place that she was free from him was while she stayed inside the Gardiner home.
One day, while Elizabeth had gone to a bookstore with her uncle, she had a very amiable chat with the shopkeepers' son. They talked about the different types of books they had read and their opinions on them.
The next day, Elizabeth found out that the very person she had been speaking to the day before had been killed. Her uncle had told her after he read about it in the London Gazette. The article had read...
Mr. Thomas Moore found dead...he was the son of Mr. Richard Moore a local bookstore clerk...police are saying that Mr. Moore was killed during a mugging...
To say the least, Elizabeth was shocked. She had just had a lively conversation with the same man yesterday and now to find out that he was dead. It was inconceivable.
Elizabeth decided to go for a walk to clear her head. She was obviously upset about Mr. Moore's death, even if she didn't know him that well. Then she heard a voice from behind her that could only belong to Earl Wessex. "It is a shame that a man as young as Mr. Moore died, wouldn't you agree Elizabeth?"
"W-w-w-what?"
"Come now Elizabeth. With Mr. Moore gone it works to our advantage."
"You have no right to call me Elizabeth and what do you mean it works to our advantage?"
"What I mean is that with him gone you don't have to worry about him and that we can marry without him being on your conscience."
"Are you deluded!?!?!?" Then clarity struck her. "Earl Wessex, did you have anything to do with Mr. Moore's death?"
"It's none of your concern Elizabeth, and I insist that you call me James. Once we're married..."
Elizabeth abruptly cut him off. "We are never going to be married. I've told you once and I'll tell you again, I will not marry you!" As fast as she could, Elizabeth ran away from Earl Wessex and headed back towards the Gardiners. 'I have to get away from him,' Elizabeth frantically thought. 'He had something to do with Mr. Moore's murder. I can't believe it!'
Elizabeth hurried inside the Gardiner house with such haste and distress that everyone was immediately worried.
"What's wrong Elizabeth!" cried Jane.
Elizabeth couldn't even talk. She broke down into tears and sobs. It took some time before she was calm enough to talk. When Elizabeth was able to speak, she went on to tell them about what happened on her walk and what Earl Wessex had said.
Mr. Gardiner, "Elizabeth, are you sure that you heard right?"
"I have never been surer about anything in my life."
"Well, it's highly unlikely to prove that he had anything to do with Mr. Moore's murder. I think it's best I go and speak to Lord Brantley. Elizabeth, Jane, the best thing for you to do is go back to Longbourn. Your father is already acquainted with most of the particulars regarding your dealings with Earl Wessex. I'll write your father informing him of your coming home early and the reasons why. I'll make the preparations after I come back from speaking with Lord Brantley." Mr. Gardiner then went to write Mr. Bennet before going to see Lord Brantley.
Jane and Elizabeth arrived back home to Longbourn safely. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner thought it best to accompany them, in case the Earl attempted anything.
Mrs. Bennet came shrieking out of the house. "Brother, Sister how good it is to see you! Jane, Lizzy you have been sorely missed..." Mrs. Bennet prattled on, but no one was paying attention to her. They had better things on their minds. On entering the house, Mr. Bennet directed both Mr. Gardiner and Elizabeth into the library.
"Elizabeth, my dear, tell me how you are dealing with all of this?"
"As best as one can expect, Sir."
"Yes, yes. Now that you are away from that gentleman, and I use the term loosely, you'll be able to get over it, hopefully. Now tell me Mr. Gardiner, what did Lord Brantley say when you talked to him?"
"Well, it seems that Lord Brantley wasn't at all shocked by the way he was acting towards Lizzy, but I am afraid he doesn't believe that he was capable of doing anyone harm. Lord Brantley decided that it was in the best interest of everyone if he were to send Earl Wessex to the West Indies for a while."
"How can Lord Brantley send Earl Wessex anywhere? What authority does he have over the Earl," asked Mr. Bennet.
"Well, it seems before Earl Wessex, the elder, died he left Earl Wessex, the younger, in his care. He believed that if anything were to happen to him while his son was still at a young age, his son would need someone to watch over him to make sure he would make the right choices."
"So then it would seem that the Earl has no say in whether or not he is to go to the West Indies?"
"It seems so."
"Good. Lizzy you have nothing else to worry about now with the Earl leaving England."
"The Earl isn't leaving, because he has already left."
"All the more better. I think everyone here is in agreement the Mrs. Bennet or anyone in Meryton should find out about this." Mr. Gardiner and Lizzy agreed.
Present...
"Mrs. Gardiner and Jane are the ones else acquainted with this. The last contact that I had with Earl Wessex was in London. I have not heard from or about him in the last three years. And now he has returned." Elizabeth began to cry again while Darcy just simply held her while making a silent resolution to himself.
Chapter 5
'Why, why did this have to happen? Everything was so perfect,' were along the lines of Elizabeth's thoughts. Darcy on the other hand was silently trying to figure out how he was going to help his beloved.
"Elizabeth, I'm not sure what to say..."
He was interrupted by a heart-rending voice before he could continue. "Please don't say anything. I would understand if you never wanted to see me again." Darcy wasn't sure of anything any more. What happened to the strong, playful, witty Elizabeth that he had come to love? He could feel his heart breaking for her.
Pulling her closer he whispered, "Elizabeth, why would you think such things. I don't care about what happened in the past. All I care about is you my love. I couldn't bear losing you again. Because of you I'm a better person. Because of you I finally was able to learn how to love. Elizabeth, never, for one instant, doubt my love for you. You are my world and I do not know what I would do without you. I made a promise to you and I intend to keep it."
"And what promise is that?"
"That as long as we are living, I will do everything in my power to make you happy and to protect you."
"I do not see how you can keep such a promise in this case."
"Dearest Elizabeth, never doubt my word or me. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it, and remember I am after all a Darcy." To this he received a faint giggle. 'Ah, there's my Elizabeth. I'll be damned if anyone takes her away from me, but how am I going to help her?'
"Fitzwilliam?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you. I'm not sure what I would do with out you."
"On the contrary madam, I would be the one lost without you." He could feel her smiling into his shoulder. He pulled her away to look at her. As she gazed up at him, he saw that some of the brightness and lustre of her eyes had returned.
"Fitzwilliam, you are truly too good to me. I do not know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I am grateful."
"You and I both, but I think I must argue on this point too. I am the one who does not deserve you..." Lizzy silenced him as she placed her finger upon his lips.
With a slight chuckle she spoke. "I think it is safe to assume that we both feel as if we do not deserve the other. You are really too good, given my past..." At this point she just trailed off as her eyes began to well up with tears again.
"Lizzy, your past means nothing to me, and if I might add, none of what happened was your fault. All of the blame unquestionably falls to the lot of Earl Wessex." She began to protest, but was silenced. "Look at me Lizzy, none of what happened is your fault, remember that."
As she went to speak, a knock came at the door and they put distance between themselves, lest they be caught in each other's arms. Both were relieved to see Mr. Bennet enter the room. "I think that I should inform you both that the hour is starting to grow late." Both looked astonished, since they had lost track of time. "Yes, yes, I can see that you are surprised. Dinner is about to be served. Just thought that I should let you know, and to you especially Mr. Darcy. We wouldn't want Mrs. Bennet come looking for you, now would we?" They all agreed on this point that it wouldn't be very beneficial if Mrs. Bennet did come in search of Mr. Darcy.
They all left the library to attend dinner. Neither Elizabeth nor Darcy really tasted their food. Both were too distracted by the events that were going on to really know what they were doing, or in this case, eating. Not long after dinner was over, both Bingley and Darcy took their leave. Bingley had said that he had business to attend to the next day. Darcy had wanted to stay longer, but couldn't because of Bingley. It would be to unseemly if he had stayed longer. So, both gentlemen left.
When both men left, Lizzy said that she still wasn't feeling all that well and that she would retire for the night. Jane made as if she was going to follow Lizzy out, but Lizzy gave her a look telling her that she wanted to be alone.
When Elizabeth reached her room, she didn't even bother changing into her nightgown. She just fell onto her bed and fell into a deep slumber.
Chapter 6
As she got up and walked towards the window. She could perceive that the sun had not fully risen and that it had rained at some point during the night. Yet, a thought occurred to her, 'A walk...that is what I need...a walk...that should help clear my head...'
After Elizabeth finished preparing herself for her walk, she quietly snuck out of the house, so as to not wake anyone. If Jane or her father found out that she was going for a walk, they would have advised against it and pointedly tell her that she was not to go. As much as she loved them both, she needed a little time for solitary contemplation.
Elizabeth walked away from Longbourn not really knowing in what particular direction she was walking. She was to far lose in thought to actually realize her surroundings. That is until she stopped and looked around her.
"Oakham Mount...," she whispered with a hushed tone. She could barely suppress a small smile from forming on her lips as she thought back to the last time she had been there. "I wish I could go back to that day..."
Before she could continue she was suddenly cut off by a familiar voice that came from behind her. "And what day would that be my dear?"
She spun around to only see that it was who she knew it to be. None other than the source of her misery, the Earl of Wessex. "You! What are you doing here?"
"Is that anyway to greet your fiancée?"
"I'm not your fiancée! I never have been, nor will I ever be!"
"Never say never. I must say Elizabeth you are looking lovelier than ever."
Elizabeth looked incredulously at him, not believing he could be so dense. As she began to open her mouth to speak, she was abruptly halted by the sound of the Earls voice. "I have herd rumours of your upcoming marriage to a certain Mr. Darcy. Once I heard I couldn't very well let it take place. That is why I'm here now, to stop your wedding. Once you are released from your engagement to Mr. Darcy, you'll be free to marry me..."
"I'll never break off my engagement to Mr. Darcy, nor will I ever marry you!"
"You will be mine! You and I both know that it's only a matter of time before we're married." With this said he abruptly turned and left.
Elizabeth stood there, motionless, as if she had been turned to stone. She was so distracted that she hadn't even noticed that the sky had gone dark. A raindrop broke her out of her shock. The wind began to blow, sending a chill through her body. Once she was fully able to think coherently, she began to run back to Longbourn. It seemed as if, with every step she took, the more the sky opened up to let the rain fall. No matter how fast she ran, she could not escape the rain. The closer she was to reaching Longbourn, the more her heart began to pound. She knew that she had to reach the safety of her home soon.
As she was descending down a hill, she tripped. She furiously began reaching for something to grab onto to stop her sliding. She felt a sharp pain on her head as it hit a rock, then everything went black.
Chapter 7
Both Darcy and Bingley grew impatient while sitting in the slow moving carriage. They both wished that it would move faster so they would reach Longbourn soon! True, Netherfield was only three miles away from Longbourn, but since this is the country and it was raining, the roads were in no way, shape, nor form to be travelled on swiftly.
Bingleys agitation decreased, somewhat, as he watched, with amusement, as Darcy incessantly shifted in his seat, showing tension on his face the whole time. Darcy looked at Bingley and seeing the amusement plastered on his face, he couldn't help but ask, "And what do you find so funny?"
"You!"
With a sigh, he said, "Bingley you know how I detest riding in carriages. I prefer riding on horseback."
"I get the feeling that there's another reason why you're so uneasy. Does it have anything to do with Elizabeth," asked Bingley, while giving an inquisitive, yet worried look.
Darcy quickly gave Bingley his full attention, while maintaining a look of alarm on his face. "What makes you think that there's anything wrong with Elizabeth?"
"I have eyes Darcy! Did you think that I would not notice half of the Bennet's distress and yours for that matter! Sometimes I wonder what you really think of me."
"Bingley, I'm sorry. I truly am. I should have guessed you would see what was going on...I just wished that you had not."
"I wish I knew what was going on so I could help, but I will not pry. I will be told when I am told. And that's if I'm ever to be told."
"You are truly too good Bingley! You and Jane deserve one another."
"If I had not known you as long as I have, I might have taken that as an insult."
"But you see you have known me as long as you have, so you know I only mean it as a compliment."
Both men visibly eased when Longbourn came into sight. However, this relief would not last long. As the carriage came closer to the front doors, both Darcy and Bingley could perceive that Mr. Bennet was ordering servants around incessantly in an agitated, angry manner. The first thought that came to Darcy was that something must have happened to Elizabeth. Before the carriage even came to a stop, Darcy jumped from it, going directly over to Mr. Bennet.
Darcy could hear Mr. Bennet ordering servants to search the country high and low for Elizabeth. Darcy went immediately into a state of shock Coming to his senses quickly, he went directly to Mr. Bennet and quickly began, "How long has she been missing?"
Mr. Bennet could easily see that Darcy had mixed emotions about this, the same thing he had went through once he knew of Lizzy's absence. Pain, anger, worries, and worst of all, fear. At a later time, Mr. Bennet would reflect on this and think to himself that Darcy really, truly loved Elizabeth. "We are not sure. Jane immediately came and told me of Elizabeth's being gone as soon as she awoke, and that was sometime around seven."
"If you will lend me a horse, I will be extremely grateful."
Spotting one of the stable boys, Mr. Bennet yelled, "Gregory, prepare a horse for Mr. Darcy and myself at once!" The boy immediately turned on his heel and ran toward the stables.
Darcy saw that Bingley was now running towards them, to see what was going on. Before Bingley could even say anything, Darcy quickly stated, "Jane will explain all to you. I want you to stay here and comfort her. I do not believe the rest of the family truly knows what is going on." Bingley simply nodded and headed towards the house.
Seeing that Gregory was leading two saddled horses towards them, Darcy and Mr. Bennet swiftly mounted them and said that they would split up to cover more ground.
It seemed like Darcy had been searching for hours, and still he hadn't found any trace of Lizzy. It was like she disappeared from the face of the planet. He sadly shook his head as he decided that he should go back to Longbourn. Maybe Mr. Bennet or one of the servants had some luck in locating Elizabeth, but he doubted it.
As he was turning his horse back towards Longbourn, he saw an unusual bit of colour a few feet away. Instinctively, he urged his horse forward to see what it was. As he got closer he could see that it was a womans bonnet with bright yellow trimming. He jumped from his horse and immediately recognized the bonnet to be Lizzys. Picking it up, he saw the blood on it. Now he knew for sure that Lizzy had been here, and she was hurt. The only thing he know wanted to know was where she was and how badly she was hurt.
Chapter 8
Lizzy opened her eyes only to see with a blurred vision. Her head was throbbing and she had no idea where she was. She slowly sat up and realized that she was sitting on a bed in a room that she didn't recognize.
Even though her head was injured, she began to take in her surroundings to try to establish where she was. The room was somewhat small, but by no means unkempt. As soon as she spotted the door, she made an attempt to stand up and leave, but as soon as she stood, she began to feel dizzy and fell back onto the bed, becoming unconscious again.
Still standing in the same spot he found Elizabeth's bonnet, Darcy was unable to decide what he was going to do. Should he just go on and try to track her by himself? Or maybe he should go and find Mr. Bennet and tell him of his findings? And better yet, if he did choose the latter, how would he tell him that his favourite daughter is still missing but is now known to be injured?
However, Darcy luckily spotted one of Mr. Bennets' men. Quickly jumping onto his horse, he immediately went towards the servant and began to inform him of what he discovered. He thus went to relate how he would continue in his search for Miss Bennet while the servant would go find Mr. Bennet and inform him of everything Darcy had found.
Slowly waking again, Elizabeth could still feel the sharp pain above her brow. She carefully touched her head and flinched at the pain. It was obviously apparent that she had obtained a cut during her fall. The fall...it all came back to her. She had slipped and violently fell down a hill while she was trying to get home...but why was she so anxious to get home? Sitting in silent contemplation, she began to try to decipher why or what she had been running from. Then it hit her, she had encountered Lord Wessex during her morning walk. Tears began to well up in her eyes. What was she going to do?
Darcy decided to head towards Meryton to see if anyone knew anything about Elizabeth's disappearance. Aimless searching wasn't going to do any good, but the people of Meryton wished that he had done an aimless search. One look at his face, and everyone knew that he was not a man to be crossed!
Jumping down from his horse, he let the stable hand take care of the horse while he went inside the tavern. The tavern was what one would expect, smoke filled with a heavy scent of liquor. The occupants of the room went silent when they saw Darcy. Having little patience for everyone's lack of composure, he immediately walked up to the bar and began his questioning.
In a haggard voice, he asked the barkeeper, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the disappearance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, would you?"
Seeing the deathly glare on Darcy's face, the keeper directly cut to the chase. "Aye don knows nothin, but aye can tells ya who does. But it er cost ya." Looking at Darcy once more, he decided that it would be in his best interest to not charge him, not unless he wanted to be seriously injured. "My mistake, mister. This one is free of charge. Ya see that man in the back of the room? That's Benny. If anyone knows anything it'll be Benny." Throwing down a gold piece, Darcy stalked off to the back of the room and sat down in the empty chair across from this man named Benny.
"What do you want?"
"Information."
"It will cost you."
"I don't care."
Seeing that Darcy meant business, Benny lessened his guard some. "What is it you want to know?"
"Do you know anything about the disappearance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet?"
"I've heard talk. It seems that some Earl or Lord or something has a thing for her. Apparently, he went and seen her this morning while she was taking a morning walk. Where she is, I couldn't tell you. My source didn't tell me much after that. I do know that she is safe, somewhere."
"Tell me who your source is and do not take this as a request."
Being too afraid of Darcy, Benny promptly wrote a name on a piece of and handed it over to Darcy. Looking at the paper, he immediately became incensed and crumpled it up. Seeing how angry this man had become, Benny thought it would be in his best interest to not ask for any money. However, before he got up and left he threw four gold pieces on the table.
While he waited for the stable hand to bring him his horse, Darcy tried to figure out how Benny's source managed to get involved with this. Jumping back onto his horse, he knew exactly where to go next.
Feeling that she could stand-up, Elizabeth cautiously and slowly began to get out of the bed. Walking as best as she could, which was not the easiest thing since she had also acquired a twisted ankle and a bruised rib in her fall, she made her way towards the door. Each step sent excruciating pain through her body. Having to stop and rest every few steps, it seemed that it would take forever before she reached the door. She kept willing herself on, telling herself that with every step, she was closer and closer to returning home. When she was only a few steps away from reaching the door, it suddenly opened to reveal a person who she knew all to well and who she could safely say she wasn't fond of at all.
Speaking through gritted teeth, she said, "Get out of my way."
With a cackle, he said, "Now why would I do that?"
Chapter 9
Darcy went from the tavern to the only solicitor in Meryton in what can only be considered record time. Tossing the reigns of the horse to the first hand available, he quickly made his way up the steps and entered the building.
Everyone looked up in surprise when the door opened and the rich, powerful Mr. Darcy entered. Seeing that he was already in a very angry, yet worried, mood, everyone turned back to what they were doing, so they would not have to suffer whatever Darcy was more than willing to hand out.
Going to the solicitor directly, Darcy hurriedly began with, "I am here to acquire some information. I have it on good authority that Mr. Wickham is in town and I want to know if he has been here."
Scowling, Mr. Jones, the solicitor, said, "That good for nothing-low life has been here. He came in here the day I went into town. He was able to get a loan from Mr. Hyde. Mr. Hyde is new and did not know that Wickham was to never to be loaned a single shilling."
"Do you happen to have the address of where he's staying?"
"Hold on. Let me check the records." Darcy impatiently waited while Mr. Jones looked for that vital piece of information. "Aha! I found it. It seems that our friend, Mr. Wickham, put his last location of residence at one of the inns on the outskirts of town." Taking out a piece of paper, Mr. Jones quickly scrolled down the location and handed it to Darcy.
Before he left with the address, an idea came to mind. "Tell me Mr. Jones, why are you so willing to help me?"
"I have my reasons. I want Wickham out of town as much as the next person. Because of him, my poor daughter is now suffering." Shaking his head knowingly, Darcy left just as quickly as he had came.
At an inn, on the outskirts of town...
Glaring at Wickham, Elizabeth spat once again, "I said get out of my way!"
Shaking his head with amusement, Wickham said, "As much as I would love to fill your kindly asked request," his voice was now dripping with sarcasm, "I have been paid to keep you here, where you'll be safe and sound."
"Safe!?!? Do you consider me safe being here with a pig like you!"
"Dear Elizabeth, I thought we were always such good friends. You have no idea how that pains me."
She simply rolled her eyes at this. "A friend would never keep me prisoner here! Now I demand that you let me go at once!" The fire in her eyes was now burning bright.
"I believe you can leave now Mr. Wickham." Turning, Wickham nodded his head in agreement towards Earl Wessex and promptly left the doorway, so the Earl himself could enter the room. "Really Elizabeth, I don't see why you fight this and me so much. You know that we are bound together." Pausing for a couple of minutes, he started again. "I figured you would give up this little game by now, but it appears you haven't."
"Game!?!? You think I'm playing some sort of game with you!?!?" She quickly turned her back to him so she wouldn't have to look at the monster that now stood behind her.
Chuckling, he ignored her outburst and continued. "I thought that I should let you know that come daybreak, we're heading for Gretna Green."
"Over my dead body." Both Elizabeth and the Earl turned to see Darcy standing with a rapier pointed at the Earl with deadly aim.