Section I, Next Section
Chapter 1
Elizabeth Bennet anxiously stalked about her father's study as its owner looked up at his favourite child from his seated position whilst squirming uncomfortably in his chair. Her eyebrows knotted in frustration and exhaustion as she continued to argue her point. She would not give way.
"Father, you must see how you cannot allow to let Lydia run about loosely in Brighton," she stressed again as her only audience listened in silence. "She has already proved how wild her behaviour is in the presence of acquaintances and her relations. How shall she behave in company with perfect strangers?"
"Lizzie, please try to understand....."
"Father, you must take time to check her," Lizzie carried on determinably, "She is already threateningly close to being beyond the point of amendment. The name of Bennet shall be disgraced by her wild behaviour. You cannot be serious in your decision. Do you not remember her total want of propriety at the Netherfield Ball?" Mr Bennet winced slightly as the memories flooded back. He held his breath as he lifted his eyes back to Lizzie's. She kneeled beside him and held his hands in hers. Passionately, she continued.
"Father, I beseech you, do not allow something that you shall later foolishly regret." Lizzie hoped she'd given argument enough to reverse his opinion and stared at him with hope.
"I understand your consternation, my love," Mr Bennet sighed as he finally spoke. "But Lydia must go. Think of the non-stop whining we shall have to endure if she does not," he said the latter in a lighter tone but Lizzie could hear his voice betray insecurity. Had she convinced him? He smiled at her lovingly as he put the palm of his hand lightly on her cheek.
"Lizzie, I shall miss you terribly," Lizzie's eyes twinkled as she smiled with amused confusion.
"And pray tell, dear father, where shall I be going?" Mr Bennet smiled but his eyes revealed the seriousness of the answer's nature.
"Lizzie, I wish you to accompany Lydia to Brighton. She will not be easy unless she does and with her sensible and stern elder sister with her, she cannot disgrace the 'name of Bennet' too cruelly."
"But father, I have already made arrangements with Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. We shall tour the Lakes....."
"No Lizzie, you shall tour the Seas instead. I shall send my Brother-in-Law a telegram, informing him of the current turn of events."
Lizzie opened her mouth to protest but her father indicated for her to stop by raising his hand, "Think of the possibilities, Lizzie. Imagine the envy you shall endure from your mother and sister at your opportunity to sea bathe. Also, I believe there may be a certain gentleman whose company you do not wish to be relieved from so suddenly," his eyes twinkled at his daughter's embarrassment and an instant rose colour diffused over her face. Elizabeth smiled bashfully.
"Father, you are not expecting me to chase a perfectly respectable young man? I should believe you think me as bad as Kitty and Lydia." Mr Bennet smiled at the sport his witty daughter threw at him; it was one of the reasons he loved her so well.
"I just do not wish to see you separated from the one you love, my dear. The opportunity does not come often."
Lizzie hesitated before she replied. She would usually have answered back good-naturedly and joked with her father instantly but the subject was a sensitive one that needed careful consideration before an answer could be made.
"I-I must admit I like Mr Wickham, father. He is perfectly amiable and all that is noble. But I believe love is a strong word that should only be used when two people feel... as though they are one," Her father seemed very satisfied with this answer and kissed her forehead lightly.
"All the better Lizzie. I cannot part with you just yet. Now get along with you. Go before I change my mind."
Chapter 2
"The carriage is ready, ma'am." Hill informed. Lizzie, rather startled by the sudden appearance of the maid thanked her quietly as Lydia shrieked in excitement, then ran out the door towards the carriage. Lizzie sighed as she looked at her father. Enduring Lydia would be a definite task for her, for she was not as patient or as good-tempered as Jane and would probably scold Lydia non-stop.
As everyone waited outside for the departure, Lizzie clasped Jane's hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"My dear sweet Jane, how shall I stay so long without your company? I shall go mad!" Jane smiled back as happily as she could and hugged her sister dearly.
"Hurry back, Lizzie. Be sure to write ever day," Jane suddenly smiled as slyly as she could and whispered, "Give Mr Wickham my love."
It was a long road to Brighton and Lizzie drifted into slumber on and off throughout the journey. Lydia was already trying and in amusement, Lizzie found she was rattling her nerves!
"Oh Lizzie! How much fun we shall have! How merry we shall be!" Lydia cried for the hundredth time, "We shall see Denny and Sanderson and Captain Carter again! How I long to speak to fellow acquaintances!"
"Yes Lydia," Lizzie said with controlled civility, "You've mentioned this subject many a time during this trip. I have agreed every time. Can we please move on and speak of something else?"
"Oh, Lizzie! You're such a bore! What else is there to speak of?"
"Poetry, Shakespeare........." Lydia snorted and fell back hard onto the cushioned exterior of the carriage seats.
"Lizzie, you shall never get a husband if you speak of such things!" Lizzie cringed as she could have sworn she heard her mother's words said in Lydia's voice.
"As I have told mama, I shall tell you, Lydia, " Lizzie said, trying to control her temper, "It is not my first priority to find a husband as it is yours. Now, I believe you should keep your opinions to yourself and speak of nothing until you think of something sensible to say." Lydia sulked but knew not to try her sister any further so she contented herself by staring out the window. However, ten minutes of solitude were not enough for the youngster, and Elizabeth found her solitary reverie being disturbed once again.
"I wonder how Mr Wickham is doing.......do not you wonder, Lizzie?" Lydia gave her sister an almost triumphant smile. Was the whole family conspiring against her? Coolly, Lizzie replied.
"I do wonder about Mr Wickham's health, as I would with any of my friends." Lydia snorted again.
"Do not be silly, Lizzie! What should I care about Mr Wickham's health? I am referring to his romantic situation......"
"Lydia!" Lizzie cried, absolutely shocked by her sister's forwardness.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, Lizzie! I know you think of it as much, nay, more than I do!"
"You know nothing about my thoughts so I shall instruct you to acquire better sources of evidence before you speak of these matters in public." Lydia rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
"O Lizzie! We all know how pleased you are with Mr Wickham. You say you are concerned about the health of your 'friend'? We all know he is more than a friend, and that you wish him to be more........"
"Lydia! One more word from you and I shall instruct the driver to turn back to Longbourne this instant!" Lydia quickly closed her mouth before she continued. Nothing would stop her getting to Brighton, and if that meant silence for another few hours, she would hold her tongue. Lizzie's face was burning hot as she turned to the window beside her, letting the wind cool her down. She looked at the grey clouds and sighed. Why did I come with her? Why did I let father convince me? Lord, I do wish I was at the Lakes.....
Chapter 3
Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner were disappointed to hear about Elizabeth's sudden duty to accompany her sister but 'rallied their spirits' by journeying to Derbyshire; where they would have originally taken Elizabeth if she had not changed her mind. Growing up in Derbyshire, Mrs Gardiner felt as though she had returned home and gladly visited all the places of importance to her as a girl. Going to Blenham and Chatsworth had quite tired her out but Mr Gardiner insisted on a trip to Pemberley, where dear Wickham had grown up with that odious Mr Darcy. Mrs Gardiner was enchanted by the grounds and had always thought the house to be one of the finest houses in the world. She had always pitied the future Mistress of Pemberley (which she assumed, from Lizzie's tales, would be Caroline Bingley when she finally wore Mr Darcy down) but looking at Pemberley made one forget all the faults of its owner.
The couple were guided around the delightfully extravagant house by a good-natured woman by the name of Mrs Reynolds. She seemed to be an amiable lady but both Mr and Mrs Gardiner gave stifled laughs as she grossly exaggerated her master's attributes. However, it did make the couple wonder how a sensible woman, as she clearly was, could be fooled by Mr Darcy. After all, she'd known him closely since he was four, whilst Elizabeth and the other inhabitants of Meryton had only been acquainted with the gentleman for the last two years.
Requesting a desire to wander the beautiful grounds of Pemberley, Mrs Gardiner and husband were seen off by Mrs Reynolds, who stayed inside to watch over the house. Mrs Gardiner sighed at the sight of the rolling hills and crystal lakes on the beautiful summers day and placed her hand on the crook of her husband's arm, basking in the glory of Pemberley.
She was quite surprised to see the owner, who they'd been informed wouldn't be arriving till the morrow, suddenly appear walking up the lane towards the house. The master of the house noticed the Gardiner's a little while after the elder couple did him and halted immediately.
"Good Afternoon," he called civilly, aware that another group of people were interested in Pemberley. Mr Darcy felt a rush of pride when he saw the appreciation of Pemberley he believed it certainly deserved. He had not yet met one person who did not approve of his estate. If only Elizabeth could have seen it then maybe...... Even so, he did not wish for Elizabeth to marry him for his money - he wanted her love, though he knew it could not be as ardent as violent as his own; but is was all now impossible... He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts that caused him so much distress and instead focused upon the amiable looking couple approaching him.
"Good Afternoon, Sir," Mrs Gardiner replied as she curtsied and Mr Gardiner followed the polite welcome by bowing. She had a certain amused twinkle in her eye that made Darcy smile. He promptly returned the civil welcomes, "Would we be too bold to inquire if you are Mr Darcy, sir?" Darcy nodded.
"Not at all Madam, I am Fitzwilliam Darcy. I hope you are both pleased with Pemberley?" Mr Gardiner smiled broadly and nodded, quite a bit taken aback by Mr Darcy's attentive behaviour.
"Very much indeed, sir. We were just commenting whether or not we'd seen a grander or more happily situated estate. Unanimously, we decided we had not." Darcy smiled widely.
"Thank you, sir. The compliment is much appreciated." There was a brief pause before Mrs Gardiner continued.
"We must apologise, sir, for invading upon your privacy. Had we known you would be here we would not have dreamt about disturbing you." Darcy shook his head.
"I came back a day early without informing anyone, so please do not distress yourself. You have in no way disturbed me Mrs......um," Darcy looked at them sheepishly. "Pray, may I have the honour to know to whom I have the pleasure of conversing with?" He wasn't sure why, but Darcy was drawn to speaking with this couple. They seemed friendly and noble and he was quite surprised with himself that he was speaking so openly with them. Something about the gentlewoman reminded him of his own sister, Georgiana. He was not too sure what though......
"Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner, Mr Darcy." Mr Gardiner introduced. Mr Darcy nodded; then his face suddenly froze. Was that not the name of the couple Miss Jane Bennet had stayed with during her visit to London? Miss Bennet. Miss Elizabeth Bennet.....
Stop being silly, Darcy, he instructed, There must be at least a dozen Gardiners in this part of the country. But they may be the ones. I must know........
He tried to control the quiver in his voice before he began but still managed to adopt an aspect of stammering in his address. With sweaty palms and a rush of adrenaline, he managed to utter,
"Mr Gardiner, would I be right in assuming that you are relations of the Bennet family of Longbourne?" Both Mr and Mrs Gardiner smiled at the young man admirably.
"Yes, sir, Mrs Fanny Bennet is my sister." Darcy was genuinely shocked that this well-bred and patient man could be so closely related to the boisterous and loud Mrs Bennet. There was silence for a short while until Mrs Gardiner boldly stepped forward.
"I do not want to appear ungrateful, Mr Darcy, but I believe that my husband and I should no longer trespass on your kindness and be returning back home for it is getting dark and the carriage is due back."
Remember why Elizabeth dislikes you so in the first place.........your blatant dislike of her relations and your inability to converse well with strangers were your main downfall when you were first acquainted with Miss Bennet. Practice makes perfect....
"Mr and Mrs Gardiner, I cannot allow you leave until I myself give you a guided tour of the gardens," Darcy said, smiling warmly, "You may send back the other carriage so it may fulfil it's timely engagement and I shall provide you with my own carriage and escort you both back to wherever it is you wish to go."
"Sir, we would not wish to inconvenience or trouble you....."
"I assure you sir, I would be honoured to accompany you." The couple were truly touched by Darcy's offer and heartily accepted. The Gardiners were still not certain why he was going out of his way to be more than just polite but liked the man more every passing minute. Darcy's face was bright with excitement.
"Shall we begin the tour?" Mr Gardiner whispered a comment in his wife's ear and she stepped forward to discuss it.
"I do not wish to sound rude, Mr Darcy........."
Was this a rejection yet again? His heart fell.
"But, you do not seem to be, well, properly attired for the occasion." Darcy looked down at his clothing and felt a spectacle. He was still soaking wet, in just his shirt and breeches, from the dive into the lake he'd preformed earlier. He'd completely forgotten! It was yet another action to try and forget Elizabeth....... they had all failed quite miserably. Mrs Gardiner tried to put the young man at ease as Darcy blushed furiously. "Mr Darcy, we would not wish our gracious host to become ill on account of our entertainment." Darcy looked down to the floor.
"What must you think of me..."
"Mr Darcy, " Mr Gardiner said, almost paternally, "Far be it for us to judge a man who has a swim on his own estate on a summers day." Darcy felt so as ease with these gentle folk that he felt the embarrassment leave instantly. He brightened up a bit, seeing Elizabeth's spark and charm in both these delightful people.
"Thank you sir, I shall return as soon as possible to begin the tour. Please feel obliged to sit on the benches in my temporary absence."
And with one last bow and smile, Darcy hurried over the lawn towards the house with the excitement of the man who had been given a second chance.
Chapter 4
She suddenly awoke. She sat up and pondered what she'd heard to make her get up so quickly, but soon realised a short time afterwards when the noise was repeated.
"Lizzie!" Lydia squealed in delight, Lizzie could hear her sister thundering up the stairs and towards her room. The door slammed open and a breathless Lydia stood at the doorway with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "Guess who is waiting, just for you, downstairs? Wickham! Make haste, hurry up and ready yourself!" Lydia's nose crinkled up in distaste, "Lizzie, how awful you look. Bags under your eyes and you hair looks positively wild! What will Mr Wickham think?" Lizzie felt butterflies attack one another inside her stomach. Did she really look so awful? She quickly glanced at the mirror to see Lydia was exaggerating but there were elements of truth in her description of Lizzie's appearance.
I cannot see him like this!
"Hurry Lizzie! Do not take too long! You will chase Wickham away!" And with that short outburst, Lydia closed the door and thundered back down to the parlour. Lizzie sighed and sat in front of the mirror to try and improve herself.
"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you....."
Lizzie turned her head as Mr Darcy's face appeared in her head. Insufferable man! I shall never forgive you for what you've done to Jane. And to poor Wickham....
"Miss Elizabeth, you look very well," Wickham said smiling as he kissed her hand. Elizabeth blushed slightly and wondered if she was in love with Wickham, being more and more certain every time they met. Lydia was restless while her sister received such attentions, for Wickham had not even said a hello to her and Lydia believed herself to be as handsome as Lizzie.
"Thank you Mr Wickham," Lizzie said returning his warm smile. "Allow me to return the compliment, for you also seem to be full of health." Wickham leaned slightly closer to Elizabeth, which terrified the latter.
"Miss Elizabeth, you must understand that I do not speak of your health." Elizabeth froze, hoping her hand did not sweat through her glove. Why did no one care about ones health nowadays?
"Do you not care about my health sir?" She said in a mock serious tone. Mr Wickham smiled back broadly,
"Of course, Miss Elizabeth," he replied, "But I can tell by your pleasing appearance that you cannot be ill or unwell. So I contented to praise that beauty, knowing that your health was secure. So secure, it does not need to be stated."
"And my beauty needs to be stated, Mr Wickham? Shall I consider that a compliment or a insult?" Elizabeth teased. Wickham laughed and Lydia pouted at their hearty conversation.
"Miss Bennet, it is so distracting that it must be mentioned. If I do not state it, I shall not die a happy man." Lizzie seemed to like this answer and smiled even wider.
"Then sir, who am I to deny you a happy death? You may speak of my beauty as often as you like."
"You look very well Miss Bennet," he whispered close to her ear. Elizabeth reddened again, for she knew this was not acceptable behaviour and she was a well brought up young lady. She looked into his eyes and smiled, almost hoping that his closeness meant he might be bold enough to kiss her. Instead, he lightly pulled at one of her corkscrew curls with his thumb and finger and a second later let it loose, causing it to bounce back into its original position. "Now I shall die twice as happy."
Chapter 5
Mrs Gardiner, like her niece Elizabeth, also believed herself a good judge of character and she could honestly say that Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy was all ease and friendliness and she could not, for the life of her, see the pride and false dignity Lizzie (and Wickham) had described in such detail. After their entertaining tour of the grounds (where Mr Darcy had shown the Gardiners the very lake that had caused him such embarrassment) they returned back to the house where their gracious host insisted they stay for dinner. However, the Gardiners were already quite spent from the extensive tour and thanked him for the offer, but decided that they should best be heading back to the Inn. It was however decided in the carriage to their destination that the Gardiners would come back the following evening for dinner and be introduced to Mr. Darcy's sister, Georgiana and the Bingleys. Both of the Gardiners dearly wished to meet the young man who had captured Jane's heart to assess him for themselves, and Mrs Gardiner dearly wished to witness the folly Elizabeth assured Caroline Bingley would be openly exhibiting.
When it came to Georgiana, she remembered how Wickham described the young girl as proud and arrogant but now drastically doubted anything that gentleman had previously remarked. In fact, Mrs Gardiner was absolutely certain that Miss Georgiana Darcy would be as amiable and pleasant as her brother and could not wait to meet her. The lady was not sure why, but she felt a sudden dislike of Wickham. Her dear husband offered the suggestion that perhaps Wickham had wrongly judged Darcy's character, but even he believed that to be a farfetched theory. She was also beginning to question Mr Wickham's character and almost felt anxious for Lizzie and Lydia to be in his company without parents or proper guardians. Could they have been mistaken about this apparently wronged and charming young officer? She continued to think of the well being of her nieces as the coach stopped at Pemberley; where Mr Darcy and an attractive young woman were standing at the gates. As Darcy helped Mrs Gardiner out of he carriage he looked excessively concerned. "Mrs Gardiner, are you unwell?" Mrs Gardiner, for her part, had not realised her worries were revealed from her face and quickly brightened up.
"I am well, thank you Mr Darcy. Just a little headache. It shall pass soon, I dare say." Darcy smiled, genuinely pleased Mrs Gardiner was fine and looked at his sister. "Georgiana, this is Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner."
During dinner, Mrs Gardiner had summed up the party entirely. Miss Georgiana Darcy was intelligent, talented, sweet but painfully shy. Mr Hurst spoke little, consumed greatly and drank substantially more than the combination of the entire party. Miss Bingley and her sister were overly dressed, expressed themselves with cold civility and thought themselves incredibly high above their company. Their brother, Charles, however seemed to be a complete contradiction and the couple found him to be pleasing, amiable, well-mannered and kind - thus seeing how perfectly compatible he was with their eldest niece. Bingley was incredible excited when Darcy had mentioned the Gardiners being their dinner guests, for he'd heard about the couple greatly from his Jane's own lips and particularly of how much she admired them. He had always believed Jane to be a good judge of character but he was pleasantly surprised on this occasion to discover her praise was not high enough. Mrs Gardiner tried her hardest to be her sociable self but was still troubled. She wondered if she was brave enough to inquire about Mr Wickham to Darcy, considering their past must have been somewhat unpleasant. She was well aware she'd only recently been acquainted with Mr Darcy and to ask such a personal question was completely out of order. She also realised how blinded she must have been by Wickham to believe such a falsehood about a completely respectable young man. What had the housekeeper said again? He's turned out very wild. Very wild indeed..... Mrs Gardiner stayed by Georgiana as she played the exquisite pianoforte, and turned her music sheets when the task was appropriate, attempting to lure the sweet girl out of her shell. Once she was satisfied with Georgiana's playing and her confidence, Mrs Gardiner sat back down to join Bingley, Darcy and her husband. She smiled as the three men talked of fishing and the correct tackle, knowing how much her husband enjoyed a sunny afternoon by the riverside.
"Mrs Gardiner, I hope you do not mind Darcy and I coercing your husband to join our fishing trip when we are next in town." Bingley asked warmly.
Mrs Gardiner chuckled as she placed her hand over her husband's. "Mr Bingley, you do not require my blessing! My Edward will surely be forcing you both to attend instead of the reverse, dear sirs. He is as slippery as the fishes he wishes to catch. Please, for your own sakes, watch out for him."
All three men burst into laughter at her words and Bingley attempted to speak. "Mrs Gardiner, it is a shame I did not have the privilege of being acquainted with yourself and Mr Gardiner when I was last in town. Then maybe we could have had our fishing meet then! Pray, may I now grasp the opportunity to request permission to be able to call on you both when I am next in London?"
Both Mr and Mrs Gardiner liked this man and smiled. "Sir, you may come whenever you wish. Our doors are always open to you."
Mrs Gardiner nodded at her husband's speech and quietly added with a smile; "Yes sir, come as soon as you can. For you know the address, so you have no excuse!" There was an uncomfortable silence before a puzzled Bingley replied.
"I'm afraid I do not have the honour to know where you reside in London, Mrs Gardiner."
At this statement both the Gardiners joined Bingley in his confusion. "But surely your sister told you of our inviting you to Gracechurch Street..."
Bingley's face suddenly darkened and he turned to Caroline. Everyone, including Georgiana's playing, silenced. He continued to look at his sister as he spoke to the Gardiners. Darcy had never seen Bingley in such a state.
"Mrs Gardiner, did Caroline give a reason why I could not attend?" Darcy whispered for Bingley to carry this on somewhere more private but he knew not to try his friend, for he knew not how he would react in such an 'un-Bingley' mood.
Mrs Gardiner uncomfortably answered. "We, erm, we were under the impression you were too occupied with Mr Darcy and Miss Georgiana and could not spare the time." Bingley glared harder at Caroline, whom studied her orange satin shoes to avoid eye contact. Mrs Gardiner was not sure she should continue, and she usually would not have if she did not love Jane to the extent she did or if she had not seen her so unhappy.
However, she saw both these things and again spoke up, "We were quite distraught, Sir. Mr Gardiner, myself and Jane were very much looking forward to your visit." For the first time in what seemed like hours, Mr Bingley finally quit his examination of Caroline's face and turned his gaze to Mrs Gardiner's. He no longer looked angry since the mention of Jane's name. "Miss Jane Bennet was staying at your house in Gracechurch Street during this time?"
"She stayed for many weeks, Mr Bingley." Mr Gardiner said in a firm voice. Caroline whimpered slightly, probably more unhappy her conduct was found out than anything else.
Bingley slowly stood up and looked at the exit and looked back at Darcy. "If you would excuse me..." His voice trailed off as he hurried to the door and slammed it shut after him.
Chapter 6
Once Elizabeth's eyes rested on her sister, she could not help but smile. Lydia certainly looked like a young lady, if she did not act the part. "You look very good, Lydia," Lizzie said honestly. "I do not recall seeing that gown before. Pray, do not tell me it was bought especially for this outing?"
Lydia giggled at her sister's expression. "Lizzie, you know Mama bought me a few outfits for the balls and parties we have been invited to attend!"
Lizzie shook her head in utter amazement. "Lydia, I know of four dresses, which I thought were three too many when you and Mama came back from Meryton. I have not seen this one, or the three on the bed. Which leads me to conclude..."
Lydia huffed. "Fine! I shall confess all. Mama bought me eight dresses, and we lied and told you all we only bought half as many. Lizzie, why must you always look at me like that? You know Papa would never let me buy so many..."
"And rightly so!" Lizzie snapped angrily. "How could Mama be so thoughtless with her money? Father's money? We can barely afford to live at Longbourne, let alone spend saved pounds on needless material items..."
"If you please, ma'am. The coach is ready." Lydia smiled at the maid. "Thank Lord! Anymore lectures from Lizzie and I shall become a university student!"
The Ballroom was not as grand as Lizzie had seen but it was pleasant and handsomely decorated. Mr and Mrs Gorman were a young, quite financially safe couple who enjoyed a good dance and preferred the act more when in company with good people. As Lydia hurried off in search of any officer, her elder sister went in the search of a particular one. I feel like I am at the Netherfield Ball all over again! When she looked up and saw Mr Denny approaching her from across the floor, her heart sank. She began to remember the last time Mr Wickham did not come to a ball...
"Miss Bennet, I believe we've done this before, have we not?" he asked good-naturedly. Elizabeth tried not to show her disappointment.
She smiled, but Denny could see it did not reach her eyes. "Yes Mr Denny, you seem to always adopt the role of the bearer of bad tidings. What is the scoundrel's excuse this time? I do not see Mr Darcy lurking, or as he prefers, stalking about. I should have liked to have had the pleasure of dancing with him."
"And he you, I am certain Miss Bennet," Denny replied. "In fact, I believe this very strongly for the gentlemen took time to write you a note. And I must tell you, Wickham is not the greatest of authors!"
"I can well believe it!" Eying the white paper in Denny's hand again, Elizabeth desperately wanted to know what the contents of the note were. Passing her the paper he bowed.
"Enjoy your evening, Miss Bennet." Quickly, hurrying to a vacant seat in the corner of the room, she folded open the note in anticipation.
My Dear Miss Elizabeth, I do not know what to say. You cannot understand how much I wish I could be dancing with you at this very moment and I am cursing every man who has the great pleasure to see you this evening.
Elizabeth smiled wider, but made sure to look about her before continuing. To her left were dancing couples who were too engrossed with their partners whilst on her right were many Mr Hurst types, guarding the food and drink from anybody else. She did not wish to share Mr Wickham's thoughts with anybody else and held the note closer to her as she read.
But, alas, serious and unpleasant business prevents me from seeing your sweet face. However, it cannot be helped and I find myself in a situation that leaves me in hopeless trouble.......
Lizzie found her heart beating faster still .What awful business had her Mr Wickham gotten himself involved in? If she only knew where he was residing then she could speak to him face to face and know all the particulars....
I find my financial condition to be drastically withering away and I am in serious debt. Oh, Lizzie....
He had called her Lizzie.
I wish I could speak to you one last time, for I know you are the only one who can save me. But it is too late for me. This world throws cruel obstacles at people who have endured malice all their life....
My God! Is this a suicide note? Oh George, where are you?
If situation were only different. Had Old Mr Darcy never had a son! my life could have been so different. But, I suppose it does no good to dwell on the past. It is the future that is unbearable. Goodbye my dear Miss Elizabeth......
Oh, that wretched Mr Darcy! What has he reduced you to! Where are you?
Please wait 24 hours before you direct the police to my body at the Blackhorse Inn. I wish to leave this place in peace........for it is the one thing it has refused to offer me. Farewell. Yours Forever, in Death as Well as Life. George Wickham.
Lydia Bennet was making her way towards her sister as soon as the dance ended, but by the time it had taken the young girl to reach the other side of the dancehall the seat was vacant and Lizzie had disappeared.
Chapter 7
"Bingley!" Darcy called after his friend as he followed his exit. Bingley stopped and turned to face him, his eyes were red and Darcy was quite shaken how very near he was to shedding tears.
"What must Miss Bennet think of me? Here I was practically professing my love for her all these months and for Caroline to refuse her thus! She must think me a monster. How can she ever forgive me?" Darcy placed his hand on an agitated Bingley's shoulder. He sighed deeply, knowing it was time for his own confession.
"Not here, Bingley. Come, let us go to my study. I have something I wish to tell you."
Once in his study, Darcy closed the door behind them. Bingley automatically poured himself a glass of port and drank the contents in one gulp. Darcy looked up at the ceiling and silently prayed.
God, give me the strength to do this
But before the gentleman could begin, Bingley started to speak again, but this time in a quieter, melancholy tone.
"How she must have suffered all those weeks...... She must think me the most abominably ill man living. The whole family must believe me to be a rogue who romances with beautiful young girls in order to break their hearts ......"
"Bingley," Darcy sighed, "Even you must see how highly the Bennet family regard you. More so then......." He quickly shook out of his own problems and focused again on his distressed friend. "I have something I wish to confess to you. I - I knew of Miss Bennet's time in London," Bingley opened his mouth to make his sentiments known but Darcy lifted up his hand to halt him. "I however, did not know about the invitation to the Gardiners' home." Bingley looked confused.
"If you didn't conspire against me with Caroline then why did you not mention her as you would any acquaintance?" Oh Bingley, I have eyes....
"I knew of your partiality to her, Bingley. I did it for you. I have seen you fall in love many a time all across the country and it is I that has to deal with you when you do!" Bingley's eyes narrowed slightly.
"And you weren't at all put off by her relations and her social standing?" Darcy winced then sighed.
"I confess, when I was first introduced to the lady, they affected me greatly. But I have lately discovered that these things are immaterial when you are in love," Bingley looked on at his friend in awe as he continued. "I did not believe her heart to be touched. However, I have recently acquired knowledge from a very reliable source who assures me otherwise." Darcy stopped as the Bingley tried to digest his words.
"She......she feels the same?" the younger man managed to utter. Darcy nodded.
"I do not wish to pry into your affairs ever again Bingley and apologise from the bottom of my heart for the distress I have caused yourself and Miss Bennet. But may I suggest you venture to Hertfordshire as soon as possible?" Bingley's anger had practically dissolved and his usual countenance had returned.
"Do I have your blessing?"
"Do you need my blessing?" Bingley smiled.
"No, but I would like to know my best man shall give it all the same." Darcy smiled back at his friend.
"Then we shall go to it. Now let us return to our guests and present them with the happy news."
Mrs Gardiner could hardly believe her ears when Mr Bingley announced he would propose to Jane and asked her and her husband for their blessing. She could not help but cry as she gave it and hugged her future nephew, for she knew he would not be disappointed with their niece's reply.
The Gardiners, Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy had decided to make their journey to Longbourne on the following day together. As the Gardiner's bid farewell, Mr Bingley seemed quite uneasy and suddenly asked Mrs Gardiner,
"Will Miss Bennet definitely be present at Longbourne when we arrive?" Mrs Gardiner and her husband smiled as they found the young man's impatience endearing.
"She should be, Mr Bingley, for she is taking care of our children while we are away and the only Bennets not at Longbourne are Lizzie and Lydia." The couple did not notice Mr Darcy's saddened expression at the mention of the absence of Elizabeth.
Again trying to control his voice, Darcy tried to inquire,
"Do you happen to know where the two Miss Bennets have gone, Mrs Gardiner?" The older woman looked at him almost suspiciously. Does she know about my feelings for Elizabeth? Darcy wondered.
Mrs Gardiner's suspicions over Mr Darcy's association with her second eldest niece had always seemed somewhat vague in the past but after these few days, she was absolutely certain he was in love with Elizabeth. However, Lizzie disliked him so.......but how could she if she knew what he really was? Mrs Gardiner looked back at Mr Darcy and dearly wished to call him nephew. Instead, she merely smiled.
"Elizabeth is accompanying Lydia on a trip to Brighton," she paused as she thought of Wickham, "Where the militia are encamped." She saw the dark expression that came over Darcy's face. Darcy felt almost faint as he thought of Elizabeth alone with the scoundrel who had turned her so against him - he would do anything to protect her. Mrs Gardiner realised that her darkest fears were true when he asked,
"Mrs Gardiner, do you know if a George Wickham is one of the party?" Her heart fell to her stomach as she realised that she had to be brave.
"He is, Sir. And I believe my nieces may be in serious trouble. Just one word from you on this subject will silence me forever, Mr Darcy. Is Mr Wickham an agreeable young man?"
Darcy's lip trembled but he remained composure as he battled to stay and talk instead of jumping on a horse and riding to Brighton himself.
"Mrs Gardiner, he is not. And I feel your fears for your nieces. Perhaps we should all sit down, it is time that I finally recalled my dealings with that gentleman."
Chapter 8
"My! Miss Elizabeth, are you quite well?" Elizabeth shook her head at Mrs Forster's question, holding back her tears.
"No-no, a sudden headache," how often she had used that excuse! And it was never more important then at this very moment. "Would you think me very ill if I beg to return back to the house?" Before the two ladies could reply Elizabeth quickly added, "Mrs Forster, I do not wish yourself or any of our party to accompany me. I am sure I will be fine with the servants and I do not wish to ruin everyone's evening because of my untimely ill health."
I cannot drag them into such scandal. Suicide is the most ill looked upon thing on God's earth and will surely tarnish their name! But what of my own..........?
.........stop being selfish Lizzie! A man's life is in your hands and all you can think of is your place in society. And you must deal with this alone...for what if Wickham awakes and everyone knows of the details? He will be despised for taking the life that only God can permit.
"I shall summon a servant to ready a carriage, if you are very sure Miss Bennet?" I have never been so sure of anything in my life.
"Yes, thank you Mrs Gorman. I shall send back the carriage when I am done."
Once the carriage stopped, Kendrick, the footman, stressed again his worries to Miss Elizabeth. He was wary of this area of Brighton and did not think it was proper for a young lady to travel alone with a servant as a chaperone. He liked her very much and did not wish for anything to happen to her in such a region as this was, for she was very attractive and well dressed (especially since she had dressed for a ball). She sported a dirty blanket over her dress, wiped some rouge from her face and attempted to untidy her hair by running her fingers through the curls, all done under the instruction of a concerned Kendrick. She whispered him an instruction, which he automatically agreed to perform as she walked towards the door of the inn. On opening the door she felt incredible vulnerable. Hoards of sizeable large men were drinking, yelling and were acting in a fashion she had never before witnessed. She was fully aware they were examining her rather closely as she hurried to the barkeep. The sweaty man observed Elizabeth in a manner which made the lady rather uncomfortable. He spoke gruffly.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing here without a chaperone? Do you not know what people do to unchaperoned young ladies in this part of town?"How shall I do this? Put on an accent?
"No, but you seem not to know what happens to men who are impatient with me." the man threw his head back and produced a hearty laugh.
"We seem to have a feisty one here! That is good. I dislike women who are otherwise. How may I help you, Miss?"
He prefers me unmannered? I have never witnessed a situation where rudeness gains you respect!
"I understand a George Wickham is currently dwelling in one of your rooms. Would you be so kind as to take me to him?" He smiled warmly at Elizabeth and then proceeded to turn to the small boy leaning against the bar.
"Percy, take this nice lady to room 3. And don't bother her with your stories! Got that?" The little boy nodded at his father and hurried up the stairs, and Elizabeth had to try and keep up in quite uncomfortable shoes, which were certainly not designed for running. Once they got to the door he gave her a smile and she felt obliged to give the sweet child a copper. She turned back to the door as she heard the child retreat back to the glow, shadowed movements and boisterous noise of downstairs. She knocked on the hollow door lightly, but was only responded by its echo.
"Mr Wickham?" she called softly. The hallway stayed silent and she heard no movement or sound from the other side of the door. "George?" She placed her hand around the doorknob and pushed it faintly. It was open. She left it slightly ajar before she decided what action to take. Elizabeth's heart was pounding as she placed one foot through the doorway.
What if he is dead? What if he has cut his wrists or hung himself? What if he is covered in blood? Oh George, can I be strong enough to help you?
She sighed deeply and closed her eyes tightly as she composed herself for the worst.
I must be strong.
As she finally pushed the door, it creaked loudly and Elizabeth ventured through it bravely. Her hand automatically reached for her mouth as she looked at the scene before her. She could feel the bile in her throat as the smell enveloped itself around her. Her voice was barely audible as she managed to whisper.
"George?!"
Chapter 9
Mr Bingley, Mr Gardiner and Mrs Gardiner sat in perfect silence and hardly moved as Mr Darcy recalled his past with Wickham (I shan't bore you all by telling his past with our beloved George - I think we all know it by heart!). Georgiana requested to stay, as much as her brother protested to her decision and the three spectators were each pleasantly surprised by her calm and mature composure as her brother revealed Wickham's dealings with her. She even helped contribute to the story sporadically and nodded occasionally as her brother made a valid or precise point. At the end of the story Darcy sighed deeply and took another swig of his drink. He had his back turned to his audience as he spoke,
"I am greatly concerned about Elizabeth........and erm, Lydia," Darcy quickly added as he managed to remember that the younger Bennet was also in grave danger. However all members of the party knew of his partiality to the second eldest Miss Bennet and smiled slightly at his behaviour towards his obvious favourite.
"As are we, Mr Darcy," Mr Gardiner added in a melancholy tone.
"We must do something Darcy, we cannot just sit back and wait for Wickham to corrupt the Bennets, any vulnerable young lady for that matter."
"You are right, Bingley. But I do not agree with the 'we' in that statement. I shall venture alone to Brighton." Bingley automatically began to protest.
"Darcy, you cannot be serious! You need my assistance if you are ever to stop this rascal...." Darcy shook his head as he adamantly made his decision.
"Bingley, you have owed Miss Bennet the permission to ask for her hand for many a month. It is because of my lack of observance and conceit that you have not done so sooner. I cannot allow you to delay this wonderful event any longer, for the sakes of both yourself and (I am certain!) your future wife. I will not be held responsible for separating you both any longer." Bingley continued to object, however to a lesser extent once he had heard Darcy's argument. Mr Gardiner suddenly spoke up.
"Mr Darcy, I believe Mr Bingley and my wife should venture to Hertfordshire while you and I direct our course to Brighton. I personally do not believe this is your battle, sir, though I would be very appreciative to have your help........."
"Mr Gardiner, " Darcy slowly interrupted, "If was not for my pride for not wishing my private affairs to be reported openly then George Wickham would not be put in such an agreeable position to seduce innocent young women and gain their trust so villainously......" Mr Gardiner found himself liking this young man more with every argument.
"Mr Darcy, I really do believe you take too much upon yourself."
"Sir, I must do this. Argument is futile and I shall not give way," Darcy's words were harsh but the gentleman pronounced the words with kind compassion. Mr Gardiner was also a stubborn man and shook his head.
"You cannot do this alone and I will not allow it. I must be of some help to my nieces, and I cannot bear to sit helplessly while that monster could be......" Darcy knew this man loved Elizabeth and could not refuse him as he could Bingley. He nodded and smiled.
"I would be honoured to have the pleasure to be in your company during this mission, sir."
It was then decided that this was the best course of action and the two gentlemen went on the longer trip south while Mr Bingley and his companion stopped at Hertfordshire in half the time. The trip was long and restless for the gentlemen went directly in Darcy's own carriage. Mr Gardiner offered the suggestion to his travel companion for a short break in town (where they would have to travel through in any case) to clear their thoughts. However, the younger gentleman did not wish to waste anymore time and insisted they keep on the road. During the long nights, Mr Gardiner slept uncomfortably on the coach while Mr Darcy merely stared out the window. I will not sleep. I will not close my eyes until I know Elizabeth is safe. He did not feel exhausted or even worn-out, even though the rings under his red eyes betrayed otherwise. He was simply alert and was completely aware of all movement around him. He unconsciously seemed to be preparing himself for the real challenge of seeking George out and stopping him once and for all.
Turning his eyes to the man he would dearly liked to have known longer, he smiled slightly. Mr Gardiner was a strong and healthy man and had been extremely helpful during their trip; but like all normal human beings, he was exhausted from the trying journey. Beside Darcy sat the other driver, Dawkins, who drove during the day while Phillips drove through the night, who was snoring softly. Darcy sighed as he turned to the window beside him and gazed at the starry sky. It seemed to console him to know that Elizabeth was under the same heavens and his mind suddenly reeled from the many awful situations he wished she had not gotten herself involved in. Why does he always choose the women I care for the most in the world?
For God sake, Darcy! Stop being so pessimistic. Elizabeth could be safely tucked in her bed, away from all the evils of the world and from the slimy grasp of George Wickham...
With this comforting thought in his head, Darcy unknowingly drifted into slumber as a vague smile continued to play upon his lips.
Chapter 10
He stood up.
If it were not for the state and odour of him, she would have run into his arms and hugged him tightly, thanking God that he was still on the earth. However, the Wickham she saw before her was not her Wickham. This Wickham looked sickly, pale and, most importantly, angry. He stepped towards her and Elizabeth felt almost worried to be alone with him. She decided to speak to tame her fears. Surely his sweet words would quieten her worries, wouldn't they?
"Wickham, thank God you're alive!" she said in relief, trying to sound herself. Wickham did not speak; he continued to approach her slowly. She was not sure why she was suddenly so aware of his size as she looked up at his towering form. His shadow came over her and the smell around Elizabeth grew stronger.
I will not faint, She instructed herself. However, she was not sure she was in full command of herself. He was an arm length away from her when finally spoke.
"You look so beautiful, Lizzie," he whispered, and then touched her cheek with the side of his thumb. Lizzie was not enjoying his attention to her as she dreamt she would have, and that almost lustful look in his eye terrified her. She moved a step backwards until he could no longer reach her and continued in a calm voice.
"Are your debts all settled now, sir?" Wickham hissed and turned away, walking back to his desk. She eyed the slightly ajar door and wished to be leaving via it. He is not dead, and I believe has no intention of performing an act against himself. So why am I still here......?
Because I am fearful of what he might do to me if I leave.
"Do you know why I called you here, my dear Lizzie?" she looked back up at him. He still had his back to her and his menacing tone did nothing to reassure her of her safety.
"You did not call me, sir, you tricked me," Elizabeth found her voice and her independent self, though both were presently quite shaky. He gave a dry chuckle under his breath.
"Yes, I tricked the astute and intelligent Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I only did it because I needed to be with you, alone." He turned back to her. The candle flames flickered and made him look more sinister as it caused shadows to play wickedly across his cheekbones.
"You had no reason to lie, sir. Which leads me to conclude that you are not the person I believed you to be. You have brought me here under false pretences and I beg to return back to my carriage." Wickham said nothing but just shook his head.
"I was going to ask you to run away with me." Elizabeth stood in stunned silence as Wickham sat on the edge of his desk, never removing his eyes from her. "My creditors will eat me alive for I do not have the funds to compensate them, so I can not stay here". This was Wickham. The real Wickham. The Wickham that was hidden from her for all this time. How could I have trusted him? After I defended him so to Mr Darcy...... my God, how wrong I was! He must think me so stupid.......Foolish, foolish girl!
Elizabeth finally found her voice, even though it was somewhat unstable and the lady was not too sure what she would say.
"What do you take me for, sir?" she asked, her anger slowly rising within her. "Do you really believe I would disgrace my family name to run away with a man I have no feelings for?" I have no feelings for you... "Do you believe me as naïve as Lydia?" Wickham growled as he stood once again.
"I believe you are naïve enough to come here unescorted," My God, he is right. He stared at her coldly, "And I am very sure you informed no one of your visit here. In fact, they will not even miss you, for they are all still dancing away at that stupid ball," He smiled slowly as he saw her eyes betray his words were correct. "So my dear, we seem to be all alone."
Without a second thought, Elizabeth ran to the door but the Wickham was too fast as he jumped from across the room and placed his body in front of the only exit - pushing it to close with his back and turning the key to lock. The lady knew of nothing to do but scream for help as Wickham grabbed her wrist and laughed at her.
"My dear Miss Elizabeth, you seem to forget that we are practically in a brothel! There are dozens of ruffians downstairs and you will not be heard above their shouting, I'm sure." And with this last statement he pulled her towards him and forced his lips upon hers.
Chapter 11
The two gentlemen arrived at their destination in just three days, for their journey was non-stop, they did not experience any traffic and they also travelled throughout the night.
Their first act of business was to find the Forsters.
After asking around for several hours all around Brighton, they finally got a 'catch' from a servant girl, who had informed the gentlemen of the Forsters, and their guests, attending a ball hosted by a Mr and Mrs Gorman. Darcy could not believe his luck! An old friend of his and his new wife were throwing a ball that evening, purely in honour of it being Saturday - and there was no need to for a written invitation, since their close past history! Darcy chuckled as he remembered how his friend celebrated the birth of a neighbour's puppies, just for the excuse to host another party. He had not seen Reginald Gorman in many years and was quite surprised to hear of his marriage, for the young Master Gorman had always declared himself an honourable bachelor till the end of his days. The two gentlemen accompanied the young girl to the charming home of the Gorman's and silently prayed Reginald Gorman would recognise his old university mate.
Darcy tiptoed above the few heads that were blocking his high view and caught the eyes of the host, who stood by the door to the ballroom with an attractive young lady (who he assumed to be the new Mrs Gorman). Gorman's face broke into a huge grin and he left his wife to welcome all the guests temporarily as he hurried through the crowd towards the gentleman in question. The two men shared hearty pats on the back, as Mr Gardiner was merely relieved at their acceptance.
"Fitzwilliam Darcy! Good God man! What have you been doing with yourself these five years?" Darcy smiled as the three men walked back towards the entrance.
"You know me, my dear sir, I am the same tiresome old man," Gorman grinned at his old school chum and himself and Mr Gardiner made their introductions.
"Would you believe me very shallow to hope you will allow us to join your ball without a proper invitation?"
"Darcy, I shall not accept anything but! But I cannot believe you wish to join in the festivities! As I recall, you were never very fond of social gatherings........."
"And as I remember, you were excessively partial to them. I shall try to enjoy it, for you," Darcy and Mr Gardiner smiled as Reginald laughed.
"Dear Lord, Darcy! You have not changed a bit! You always managed to make a party sound like torture. But yes, I insist you suffer for you must stay, and I must introduce you the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld." Darcy chuckled as he realised these were Bingley's very words in his description of Miss Jane Bennet, however Darcy believed the second Miss Bennet would have been a more accurate candidate for such a depiction. The three men approached Mrs Gorman and immediately the four were in lively conversation. Darcy could not believe that a woman could be so compatible for his friend and found himself speaking to her as he would Reginald! But his mind never strayed from Elizabeth and he found himself scanning the entire room for her beautiful face and listened intently for her teasing voice. When he found that he could not contain himself for a further amount of time, he boldly inquired,
"Mrs Gorman, Mr Gardiner was very keen on seeing his niece when he heard of her presence at this ball. Do you know where we may find Miss Bennet?"
"Miss Lydia Bennet, I am convinced, shall be dancing with a strapping young officer, while Miss Elizabeth has requested, and has been granted, a carriage to take her home." Both Mr Gardiner and Mr Darcy applied for the reason why simultaneously. Mrs Gorman smiled as she found the concern the two men were demonstrating to be charming.
"Just a sudden headache, gentlemen! Do not worry yourselves. She went accompanied by our most trusted manservant, Kendrick, so I am in no doubt she is right now, safely resting," Mr Gardiner smiled and decided the best course of action would be if he safeguarded Lydia and Darcy went to inform Elizabeth of Wickham's true character (and to check her health was improving) since he was more familiar with the elder lady then he was with Miss Lydia Bennet. As Darcy made his apologies to the Gormans and stepped out into the night air, he had a terrible feeling that Elizabeth was not at the Forsters' house. The last time he knew of her ill health, she had feigned a headache. Elizabeth was too strong a woman to be so weakened by a mere twinge and Darcy knew it was an excuse. He sighed as he got into the carriage, If you have touched a hair on her head, Wickham, God help me, I shall shoot you without remorse or a second's thought.
Chapter 12
"Pardon me, sir. But I must join my Mistress, I have not an instant to lose!" as Kendrick attempted to leave, the stranger placed his arm strongly on his arm.
"Would your Mistress happen to be a Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" the stranger asked desperately. Kendrick closed his mouth and looked back up at the room - the candle seemed to have been put out, perhaps by the struggle, and the window was pitch black. He impatiently answered,
"Sir, I have been sworn to secrecy. Now please, unhand me I must go." he knew very well he was being impertinent to a very wealthy and most likely, respected young man but Kendrick's only thought went to the safety of Miss Elizabeth. The two men raced into the inn and Kendrick was surprised to see how much the gentleman knew.
"What room is George Wickham residing in?" he asked impatiently. The barkeep raised an eyebrow.
"That gentleman certainly seems to be popular today.....just a while ago a young lady......." Absolutely everyone, including Kendrick and even the fellow himself, was shocked to see Darcy grab the innkeeper's collar and pull him slightly over the bar.
"Which room?!" he demanded forcefully, and the victim quickly answered. Man and servant quickly made their way upstairs to the door and Darcy was again surprised to observe the strength that he was exhibiting when he broke it down with one swift kick. Both himself and Kendrick froze as they witnessed the scene before them and Darcy's eyes stung with immediate tears. Elizabeth Bennet, who lay on the floor, pushed George Wickham from on top her body and hurried to Mr Darcy's open arms. Her clothes were ripped, her hair was dishevelled and her face was bruised and swollen but he had never seen her so beautiful - however it pained him beyond mortal words could express to see her in such a state. He held Lizzie close to him and thanked God he had come in time before that scoundrel could........
Elizabeth sobbed openly into Mr Darcy's chest, her words were slurred and muffled against him but he could hear her words of gratitude. She knew it was inappropriate to hug the gentlemen in the unsuitable fashion she was, but she had never wished for a person to save her as she wished him. Darcy kissed her softly on the forehead, forgetting all propriety.
"Elizabeth, I believed I would never get here on time. You know not how I dreaded walking into this room to find you dead. I-I cannot survive without you..........I will never forgive him for the wrong he has forced upon you......" he stammered and stuttered as he knew not what to say, but allowed his heart to communicate for him. Darcy could feel Elizabeth shake her head as she continued to sob.
"Mr Darcy, could you please just escort me home." Darcy looked up at Wickham, who was still lying on the floor, laughing to himself quietly as he realised he was exposed. Darcy clenched his jaw and hugged Elizabeth closer as he attempted to rein in his furious anger. Do not retrieve the pistol from your pocket. Do not throw him out of the window......
Darcy turned to Kendrick, who was still standing in awe and terror.
"Could you please escort Miss Bennet to the carriage," Darcy said in a forced tone. As he lifted his eyes back to George Wickham, his expression was stone cold. "I have things to discuss with Mr Wickham." Elizabeth held him closer and Darcy knew it was wrong to feel so content having her so near.
"Please, Mr Darcy, don't trouble yourself...." She said quietly, wishing they could put all this business behind them. She never realised how protected she could feel in his strong arms and never wished to part from their warmth. How could I have been so wrong? One has all the goodness the other all the appearance of it... Reluctantly, Darcy dropped his arms to his sides and agonisingly had to extract hers from around his waist. He cupped Elizabeth's face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. How long have I waited to touch her face? To see her smiling at me with such warmth....
"Please, just wait for me in the carriage," he whispered. "I shall be down directly."
Chapter 13
Darcy sat in the rear of the carriage and was about to order the driver to go to the home of the Forster's when he heard a hissing sound. Darcy stopped and leaned slightly out the window, his ears in full alert. A dirty child emerged from the shadows and smiled at him somewhat boldly. He produced the noise again.
"Pssssst, Pssssst! Sir, I may have information for you." Darcy was suddenly attentive and looked at the child hard-heartedly.
"What information do you believe I would appreciate, young sir?" The child looked about him before he audaciously stepped forward. Darcy could distinguish the innocence in his face but also an intelligent gleam in his eye as he replied.
"I heard you were looking for a young woman, Sir," he said quietly, leaning towards Darcy as the seated gentleman did the same. "You were talking to an elder gentleman and you mentioned the name Miss Bennet?" Darcy struggled to remain composure and be in command of the muscles in his face.
"Go on," he croaked. The boy shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other and Darcy identified the child was not dishonest.
"Just half an hour before you arrived, sir, a young lady ran into a carriage, crying something awful, sir," Darcy's heart slumped as he mentally pictured Elizabeth in tears.
"H-How are you sure this was Miss Bennet?" Why can I not speak audibly when Elizabeth is mentioned?
"Sir, she had a servant with her, he kept saying, 'Are you alright, Miss Elizabeth. Miss Bennet, are you quite well?' and other similar questions." Darcy exited the carriage and knelt down so his eyes were level with the child's, he spoke warmly.
"I shall give you anything you desire, young sir, if you can direct me to where Miss Bennet went to." The child seemed to sigh with relief.
"I was hoping you'd say that sir," he said somewhat cheekily but his eyes shone with happiness. "I could barely hear her words, because of the crying and all, but her servant said the Blackhorse Inn." Darcy turned to the driver, still kneeling.
"Do you know the way to the Blackhorse Inn, Phillips?" The driver replied he did not and again the child bravely spoke up.
"I know the place, sir, and I should be able to take you there." Darcy thanked him and thanked the Lord for his good fortune in finding this child. As the little one scurried into the carriage he bounced slightly on the cushions with his small body while examining the beauty of the transportation device with wide eyes. As Darcy slipped beside him the boy gave his instructions and Phillips followed them from his Master's repeated command.
"Just up this path, sir." He chirped merrily, gazing out the window in awe.
"Just up this path, Phillips," Darcy repeated, finding the small boy's fascination touching. The little child turned back to Darcy and grinned,
"It's not far now, Sir," he added. Darcy smiled back.
"Thank you, Young Master..."
"David Fisher," he finished. "But ma calls me Davy." Darcy suddenly felt awful. This child's mother must be frantic with worry for him! All I have been thinking of is Elizabeth.... but how can I not? She is always preoccupying my thoughts, as unintentional as it may be.
"I think my ma would hide me something proper if she knew I was so near the inn," the child continued. Darcy suddenly broke from his temporary reverie and stared down at the child.
"Why would you conclude that, Master Fisher?" the child looked back and then looked out the window as they approached the inn.
"Well, it's not safe for a 'young child' is it, sir?" Darcy agreed as they halted outside it. It seems more unsafe for a lone and attractive young woman.
As Darcy exited (requesting Phillips to look after young David) and looked about him cautiously. He was suddenly aware of his attire but realised three days of non-stop travelling had roughened his appearance. His eyes were red and swollen, his hair was unkempt and many days without a shave had caused slight traces of a beard to surface. Before he entered the inn he saw a figure staring up at a window and Darcy approached him, hoping for clues of Elizabeth's whereabouts.
"Excuse me, sir, I was wondering..."
"Pardon me, sir. But I must join my Mistress, I have not an instant to lose!" as the elder gentlemen attempted to leave, the Darcy placed his hand strongly on his arm.
"Would your Mistress happen to be a Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" he asked desperately, remembering that she was being accompanied by a manservant by the name of Kendrick.
"Sir, I have been sworn to secrecy. Now please, unhand me I must go!" the man ran towards the inn doors and pulled them open in an action of fearful exigency. Darcy closely followed, knowing in his heart that this was connected to Elizabeth. Inside the inn dozens of ruffians were drinking, singing and some were even fighting one another. However, these things were unnoticed by both the elder and younger gentlemen as they frantically approached the bar.
"What room is George Wickham residing in?" Darcy asked anxiously, he could not afford to waste another second; for Kendrick's sudden urgency terrified Darcy.
"That gentleman certainly seems to be popular today.....just a while ago a young lady......." Darcy knew not what he was doing when he grabbed the sweaty gentlemen from across the bar.
"Which room?!" he demanded forcefully, hardly recognising his own voice.
"Room three! Up the stairs, first room to your left...." he spluttered as Darcy's grip tightened. His elder companion rushed to the staircase and Darcy followed directly. Please don't let me be too late... why did I not tell her of my dealings with him at Hunsford? My abominable pride! Once Darcy had ascended up the staircase, Kendrick was struggling with the door. His lips quivered as he turned back to face Darcy.
"It is locked."
Again, Darcy was not aware of his actions and found himself kicking down the door with no thought or consideration of its consequence. It is entirely my fault if he has harmed her.
As both men entered the room they coughed from the ghastly smell. The room was pitch black and Kendrick quickly retrieved a candle from the hallway. It at once illuminated the room......
Chapter 14
Bingley suddenly hesitated as he looked at Longbourne once again. He's always thought it to be a handsome and friendly looking house, but now thought it terrifying. Mrs Gardiner, who had exited the carriage, looked through the window at Mr Bingley. She could sense his increasing trepidation and smiled to try and ease some of his anxiety.
"Sir, you shall make Jane a very happy woman. But......" Bingley's face fell and he dearly wished to be heading towards Netherfield, ".....this shall never take place if you do not ask the poor girl!" Bingley returned the smile, relaxing somewhat and he daringly opened the door to the carriage. But before the apprehensive young man could place a foot to the ground, a voice screamed which caught the attention of the weary travellers.
"Mr Bingley! Sister Gardiner!" Mrs Bennet had heard the approaching carriage and saw the appearance of her sister-in-law out the window, however her joy increased all the more when she saw Mr Bingley also. Before she exited the house, the good mother sent her daughter Jane to the bedroom with Mrs Hill and every other maid in the house. Hopefully, it shouldn't take too long to get her ready. Oh the agonies a mother must suffer to get her children married....... but who else will do it but myself? After sorting the house in 30 seconds, Mrs Bennet excitedly hurried outside to greet her guests.
Bingley smiled nervously, for Mrs Bennet's easily excitable nature was doing no good for his own nerves!
"Mrs Bennet, I-"
"It is very good to see you, sir!" She cut in suddenly as Mrs Gardiner rolled her eyes slightly but smiled. "It has been so long since we have the pleasure to be in your company, sir! Mr Bennet tried to convince me you got tired of certain acquaintances here, but I am glad to see that is not true!"
"My Dear, Fanny," Mrs Gardiner smiled. "I apologise for not giving you further notice, but may Mr Bingley and I trespass on your kindness by inviting ourselves inside?"
"Of course! I was going to suggest the very thing. But, Sister, you sly thing! You did not mention your coming to Longbourne so early! And to bring Mr Bingley too! Oh, my nerves......I have not prepared a special dinner or anything of the sort..."
"Sister, do not trouble yourself..."
"If I knew your favourite fish, Mr Bingley, I would have ordered it, I assure you sir. And even though you have more professional cooks in your kitchens sir, I have been told many a time that my own are fit for a king. For I grant you..."
"Mrs Bennet, is Miss Bennet in?" Bingley immediately felt like retracting his words when both women silenced and gazed at him, shocked with his forwardness. He smiled embarrassingly at Mrs Bennet, feeling incredibly uncomfortable not having her speak. The lady smiled and quietly answered.
"I believe she is upstairs, sir. Shall we go inside?" she turned towards the door as she motioned towards it with her handkerchief; with an almost triumphant smile, she walked towards it.
As her two guests followed behind her Mrs Gardiner placed a light, reassuring hand on Mr Bingley's arm as he escorted her to the door. She could see what a state he was in and felt him trembling beneath her fingers.
"It shall be fine, sir," she said softly and she continued to reassure him with gentle looks as they reached the empty drawing room. As Mrs Bennet sat down she smiled broadly at Mr Bingley.
"So, what brings you back to the country, sir?" Your daughter, Madam.
"I, erm... well, a shooting trip, yes. A shooting trip." Yes, good thinking, Bingley!
"Oh, where are the rest of the party, sir?" Where are the rest of the party? Oh blast!
"They, um, they will be coming down tomorrow. I came early for I have some business to take care of ...yes." Stop sweating so, man! If you cannot speak to the mother, how shall you behave with the daughter?
"Oh, is it urgent business, sir?" Mrs Bennet pressed on. "Is it of a serious nature, or can you not disclose, sir?"
"No, um, just housekeeping problems at Netherfield. That is all, Madam. Nothing too important." Mrs Bennet seemed to have a sudden revelation and cried out in that high voice of hers.
"Why, you must talk to Jane if you have these problems, sir. She practically runs this entire household, after myself of course. She is such a sweet girl! So capable and willing to help. And she does such a good job at it, sir. She reminds me of so much of myself when I was her age." Mrs Bennet quickly motioned to Sarah the maid, "Would you please tell Miss Bennet I wish to speak to her immediately." Before Mr Bingley could protest, Sarah hurried out the room.
Even Mrs Bennet was surprised to see how quickly her eldest daughter entered the room and Bingley took a deep intake of breath. My God, how will I do this? I do not deserve such an angel. Remember to breathe, Bingley...... Jane blushed slightly as she entered the room, curtsying to their guest. Her eyes often studied the floor, but the occasional bout when she would lift them to meet his made Bingley's heart swell.
"You called for me, Mama?"
"Jane, Mr Bingley requests your help in housekeeping, for your knowledge is extensive and broad." Even Jane knew that this was not completely true but Bingley did not overrule and merely smiled. Jane yet again gazed at him and shyly replied.
"I doubt I can be as helpful as Mama has stated, Sir, but shall be glad to help you in any way I possibly can," the couple stared longingly at one another in a fashion that betrayed their feelings for the other to their happy audience.
"Perhaps, you should show Mr Bingley the garden, Jane, for there you may discuss housekeeping in private," Mrs Bennet said excitedly, she could not bear the obvious proposal Mr Bingley had come to declare to be postponed a second longer. Mrs Gardiner was pleasantly surprised to see neither party object to her sister-in-law's suggestion and watched anxiously out the window as the couple made their way through the gardens around Longbourne.
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