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Chapter 15
As Kendrick escorted Elizabeth out the door, the lady's eyes did not tear away from Mr Darcy until the door was shut and she could only cast her gaze at that direction in vain. She was as strong a person as there may possibly be, but even she needed assistance reaching the coach, which Kendrick eagerly provided. He could not shake off the culpable feeling he underwent each time he glanced at Miss Elizabeth and cursed himself for allowing her to persuade him to consent to her coming to this awful place. As Kendrick helped her into Mr Darcy's carriage she felt someone stirring about inside its darkness. She gave out a scream and landed into Kendrick's arms as she shuddered with fear. The servant felt tears in his own eyes as he held the shadow of Miss Bennet against him.
Suddenly a small frame leapt out of the carriage cleanly and revealed himself to be a child of age 9. Elizabeth calmed down considerably as she looked down to see a scared little boy staring intently at her. Wiping her tears hurriedly away she tried to laugh, but even the youngster could sense the melancholy in her voice and the haggardness of her appearance.
"I must apologise, Sir. You seemed to have scared me! Pray, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" The boy, as scared as he was with such a open display of emotion, was immediately drawn to this kind lady and recognised her to be the 'Miss Bennet' he had seen prior to this event. He was sorry to observe he had only ever witnessed her in distress and was determined to cheer her up considerably. She smiled back at him as they made their way into the carriage, but her eyes always darted back up to the lit room where she saw the movement of bodies and curiosity overcame her.
Darcy was a rational man. He knew he did not do the unreasonable, regardless of how tempted or swayed he was by undertaking the reverse. However, he was combating with feelings he had not yet experienced before and they made him feel uncomfortable, for he knew not how he would deal with George Wickham while battling with them. Wickham was still lying on the dirt-ridden floor as Darcy circled around his prey dangerously. The former gentleman's drunkenness did not add to the latter's tolerance and Darcy found his patience, and temper, being increasingly tried.
It seemed as if hours had passed at what time, finally, George Wickham broke the icy silence Darcy's cold presence seemed to be emanating.
"Why are you here, Darcy? Keeping an eye on my affairs?" He chuckled, and then wheezed with the effect of the alcohol. Darcy clenched his jaw and thought wisely for a sensible answer.
"Why did you do it, George?" he managed to roughly whisper. "She has no money, no connections and you know her family are of no importance."
"Why do you care, Darcy?" he smirked self-righteously. "You have not answered my question. I dare not flatter myself with the notion that you are merely here on my account. Pray, enlighten me, old friend."
"Why did you choose her?"
"Why not?"
"I know you Wickham. I know that you only chase a woman for either her money or her associations. Elizabeth... she has nothing to offer you." Wickham raised an eyebrow.
"Elizabeth?" His eyes danced with playful deceit. "I think I now understand why you made such an effort. I did not know you had it in you, old man! And with her dislike of you so violent, it's quite ironically amusing!" Darcy cringed as he recalled her refusal at Hunsford. But surely she must have forgiven me after seeing Wickham's true nature...? Wickham carried on, "And, what would Lady Catherine say to such an imprudent match?" Darcy remained silent, for he could not deny his feelings for Elizabeth or his Aunt's very probable disapproval. His solemn reply merely encouraged Wickham to finish. "Besides, she has one thing to offer that only a woman can, Darcy," He smirked. Darcy could no longer stand his disgusting reference to Elizabeth and kicked Wickham powerfully in the stomach, instantly causing the gentleman to keel over even further and Darcy regret. I am as bad as he. Violence solves nothing, Darcy. Keep your head. Elizabeth is safe, and she needs you to behave with a level head. He closed his eyes to regain composure and ensure his breathing was back to normality before he continued softly.
"You will never repeat your attempt to dishonour Miss Bennet to another human soul, do you hear me, George? And if I found you have, I shall find you and will personally deal with you."
"Dishonour?" George wheezed as he held his injured stomach with both his hands. "You never were one to put things bluntly, were you, Fitzwilliam?"
"Do you understand me, sir?" he asked harshly. Wickham sneered and Darcy recalled how close both Elizabeth and his own sister were to romancing with this monster.
"Do not you think you can buy my silence, Darcy?" he asked, still panting from his bruised stomach.
"I shall offer you no payment of the kind," Darcy said sternly. "You have already consumed a great deal from my family and I will grant you no more. Farewell sir, this shall be our last meeting." With this statement, Darcy turned to the door, but his foe had not finished.
"I may accidentally tell Colonel Forster, Denny...what shall happen to poor Miss Elizabeth's reputation if this spreads throughout Brighton and beyond?" Darcy turned back down to Wickham; who was determined not to give up. Darcy returned Wickham's sneer and the latter gentleman suddenly knew he was defeated.
"Who will take your word over mine, Sir? And on the subject of reputations, what will become of your own when you tell the story, Wickham? Luring a young woman into an inn to physically abuse her and attempt to..." Darcy hesitated to compose himself. Every time he thought of it, he temporarily lost his voice. He could see the desperation in Wickham's eyes and this prompted him to continue. "You are finished, Wickham. At this very moment, Mr Gardiner is spreading the word of your dealings with my family, and I shall doubt greatly if you still have a position open in Colonel Forster's, in fact, any regiment. Everyone will know of your true character by the time you have sobered, Sir. You will never be accepted in polite society again." Darcy paused and looked at the empty bottle beside Wickham that had fallen to its side and was leaking liquid. "Do enjoy your bottle of rum." Darcy smiled coldly, bowed and felt uncannily triumphant as he made his way to the carriage and, most importantly, back to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Chapter 16
"Miss Bennet?" he suddenly inquired, not at all sure how to prolong the rest of the sentence. Jane looked up immediately, for she was keenly anticipating any address Mr Bingley wished to make to her. The two looked at one another for a while before Mr Bingley finally found his voice. "I, erm..." Jane, who was sweet-tempered and kind was for once showing defect in her usually flawless character as she softly, yet impatiently, prompted him.
"Is there anything you wish to discuss with me Mr Bingley...?" Suddenly being aware of her informality, she blushed and quickly added, ".... on the subject of housekeeping?" He turned his body so it was directly in front of her, which caused the lady to once again find terrible interest in her shoes. Bingley sensed her uneasiness and looked about him for any type of aid.
"Miss Bennet, would you be so kind to show me the beauty of that wilderness on the side of your lawn? I see there is a bench where we may sit and talk..." Jane slowly looked back up at the gentleman as he realised it was his turn to quickly add, "...of housekeeping." As they silently walked side by side, without touching, towards the bench many thoughts raced through the minds of each.
Do not ask her yet, Bingley. Wait until we reach the bench.
Dear Lizzie, where are you in my time of need?
That's it man.....one foot in front of the other.
Be strong Jane, we are common and indifferent acquaintances...
Stop forgetting to breathe, man! It's not far now...
So why does my heart beat away like this?
I will not look at her. It shall distract me and I will become a shaking wreck.
What do I know of housekeeping? Surely, Mama would have been a better candidate for teaching such a subject? What if he asks me for help in a matter I do not know...?
Thank God, I thought we should never reach here!
Sit down before you faint, Jane...
While Jane swiftly sat down Mr Bingley remained standing. She looked up at him in slight amusement as he paced about the place, reminding her greatly of someone else she knew. Her eyes followed his agitated movement and she started to feel anxiety herself. Was there something terribly wrong with his housekeeping? He finally stopped and knelt before her; the lady froze as former quietly cleared his throat and looked at her deeply. You can do this, Bingley. There is no time but the present. But what will she say? Will I be able to stand it if she refused me?
"Miss Bennet," he began, in an inhibited tone which still hinted anxiety. "You must know how greatly, I erm, admire you. I find myself thinking of you in a way I have never thought of another human soul and have discovered for some time now that this somewhat uncomfortable but most wonderful feeling is, in fact, the deepest of love." Jane even now did not speak and her face was still and unmoving with absolute shock. Bingley took this as a bad sign and he felt all hope dissolve inside him. He panicked.
My God, she doesn't feel the same. How could I even hope to dream otherwise? I do not deserve such a woman.
Say something, Jane! What had Charlotte advised again? 'Put him in no doubt of your heart'...
"I understand exactly what you mean, Mr Bingley," she said in a strong tone that shocked both parties. "For I have felt the very same for many months now."
My God, she does feel the same.
"And it is a glorious feeling, sir." Jane, is this your own voice you hear? Lizzie's open influence has taken its toll! The two looked at each other with love written openly on both faces before Mr Bingley raised Jane's hand towards his lips.
"Miss Jane Bennet, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Jane sighed happily, and decided not to stare back at her feet ever again as she studied the face she knew she would see for the rest of her life. She could not help but smile.
"I would be honoured, Mr Bingley." He kissed her delicately on the back of her hand and she felt uncommon pleasure from the action.
"Charles." He whispered into her hand as he turned it to kiss her palm, then blushed as he realised his impropriety. He was however pleased to see Miss Bennet did not believe it was so and received his actions with delight. He saw her eyes brighten and well with tears as she smiled back at him.
"Charles," she whispered realising, for once, she was saying his Christian name to him in actual reality, instead of only in her head.
"Mr Bennet, how can you be so tiresome!? Of course Mr Bingley is proposing to Jane!" Mr Bennet moved the netting to one side so he could examine the two faraway figures. He was, in fact, absolutely certain his hysterical wife was indeed correct, yet his wit and playful nature induced him to continue to 'try her poor nerves'. Mrs Gardiner, Mary and Kitty were also looking out windows, trying, in vain, to either lip read or attempt to listen intensely, trying to make out the enigmatic conversation between the young couple. Mr Bennet bit his lip to try and stop his smile.
"And what has brought you to this conclusion, my dear?" he asked, in a disinterested tone.
"Well....." his wife fussed about with her skirts, then looked back out the window. "Look, Mr Bennet! Look! He is kneeling! Now what do you say?" She asked triumphantly. Mr Bennet however did not react to this new evidence in the way his wife wished he would.
"Perhaps he has fainted, Madam," he stated simply. Mrs Bennet shrieked at him, which caused the other three members of the room to suppress chuckles.
"A man of his strength? Do not be silly, Mr Bennet! It would never happen!" Mrs Gardiner smiled as she watched Mr Bennet's sport continue.
"I used to believe that very thought as well, Mrs Bennet, until I saw Sir Malcolm Vista faint with the heat of the day. Do you not remember my dear sister-in-law?" Mrs Gardiner replied she did, which caused Mrs Bennet to moan even more.
"Why must you vex me so, Mr Bennet? You seem to do it knowingly just to distress me."
"Mama!" Kitty suddenly cried, as the elders of the party had completely forgotten about Bingley and Jane. "He is kissing Jane's hand!" Mrs Bennet rushed to the window and gasped, for it was true. She rapidly smirked at her husband.
"Well Mr Bennet? How shall you work your way out of this?" Mr Bennet did not have to think for very long about his response.
"I do not understand your meaning Madam. I am in no way intentionally trying to spite you, my dear. I just speak as I find." Mr Bennet again glanced at the window and witnessed a tender moment between his daughter and the man she loved - he could not help but feel happiness for them both. "In any case Mrs Bennet, I do not see him 'kissing' her, as Kitty so elequently puts it, so I will continue to think as I did before." His wife cried out at him but was too happy with the present situation to continue to groan.
"Oh, Lord! Mr Bennet!" she suddenly screeched. The gentleman closed his eyes as he attempted to absorb her high-pitched words. "They are walking back towards the house!"
As the couple walked back in, Jane quickly seated herself beside her sisters and picked up her sewing. The others in her room tried to compose themselves as Mr Bingley requested to speak to Mr Bennet. As both men went to Mr Bennet's study, the women automatically crowded poor Jane who merely answered their questions with smiles.
As Mr Bennet walked back inside with Bingley, the young man automatically went to Jane's side as the elder gentleman went to his wife. As everyone congratulated the newly engaged couple, Mrs Bennet stood staring with success at her husband. He usually would have ruined her chance to triumph, but he decided that for once, he would let her win a dispute. The elder couple watched Jane and Bingley smile lovingly at one another as Mrs Bennet turned to her husband.
"Well?" she asked, waiting for him to apologise.
"I stand corrected." He whispered back mischievously.
Chapter 17
As Darcy approached his carriage he could hear Master Davy entertaining his audience of three with tall tales of magic and wonder. The gentleman could heed faint laughter emerging from the coach and was terribly relieved to hear Elizabeth's leading the bulk of it. He was predominantly relieved that she had not allowed that scoundrel to destroy her passion and (he dearly hoped) extinguish the fire in her eyes; the two attributes he loved most about her. Even muffled, he could distinctly make out her voice above the others from inside the carriage and felt his heart flutter with excitement and, he was more than convinced, love. Why do I act like an animated schoolboy when I but know of her presence? After all these months, I feel even more for her than I ever had at Hunsford... but, alas, it is all in vain.
Darcy exhaled deeply as he eventually plucked up enough courage to rap on the coach door with the silver head of his cane. Could he bear to see Elizabeth in that heart-wrenching state once again? Though she probably would never return his love, he could not bear to live in a world that intended her discontent or distress.
An occupant of the coach and a barely audible voice, which Darcy immediately recognised to be Elizabeth's, accepted him into the carriage. Whilst he entered the coach, he felt incredible guilt as his eyes automatically scanned Elizabeth's stature. Her curls had become loose with the lack of pins placed in her hair, and were damp and untidily clung about her shoulders. Her pretty face was bruised slightly and a neat slash adorned her right cheek, causing slight traces of blood to glimmer with the moonlight and Darcy agony; yet her skin still adhered to that glow he was so often revelling in whenever he gazed upon and admired her (which he did quite frequently!). Elizabeth's ripped clothes were hidden beneath cloak Kendrick had wrapped about her, which she seemed to unnaturally hug to herself protectively. Darcy's emotions had never so greatly wished for her than at that very moment. He cursed himself for envying the shawl's closeness to her and wished to drape himself over her instead of the reality. The darkness prevented the gentleman from seeing the utter delight that diffused over her face when he first entered the carriage. I do not deserve such kindness from so good a man. After all the pain I must have caused him! And yet, even now, he saved me... was it all only for my sake? How could I have been so blinded by prejudice?
Phillips quickly hastened exit to the front of the car while Dawkins hurried to join him; readying for their departure on their master's further order and providing privacy for the gentleman, shaken young lady and the boy.
"Are you quite well, Miss Bennet?" Darcy whispered warmly, trying to compose his voice into what it was not upstairs and instantly remembered his lack of propriety when embracing her and kissing her forehead. He raised his hand to his mouth, restraining himself from holding her hand in comfort as he saw a tear suddenly fall from her eye.
"I do not....," she stifled a cry and endeavoured to continue in an emotional sob. He could not bear to see her thus and unconsciously found himself biting into his bottom lip until it resulted into numbing. He could contain himself no longer in this fashion and placed his comforting hands lovingly over hers. She welcomed their warmth and persisted to carry on her sentence before her feelings brusquely interrupted once more. "I do not believe I can thank you enough for your timely appearance, Mr Darcy." She managed, dabbing her eyes with the handkerchief he automatically procured out his pocket. She found herself instinctively running her fingertips over the imprint of his embroidered initials on it's fine material as he began to speak.
"I would have moved heaven and earth to get here on time, Miss Bennet," He croaked, barely hearing his own voice, but Elizabeth, who was attentively gathering every syllable that escaped his lips, did and coloured. "However, I did not arrive early enough to stop his harming you...which I blame entirely on myself."
"Sir, you cannot, and I will not allow you to, blame yourself," Elizabeth whispered with emotion, as she struggled to restrain her tears. She again attempted to speak but just his presence caused her to remember her past conduct concerning him, which included her contemptuous and disdainful behaviour. Mr Darcy, who was convinced the tears were the work of George Wickham's imposition upon her (whom he now wished he had promptly thrown out the window) would have suffered further if he understood that it was he who was the chief cause of her grief.
Darcy held Elizabeth's hand tighter and she was glad for it. Both were completely unaware that the child was still in their company and quite amazed by them until he suddenly, but quietly, spoke up.
"Did I upset Miss Bennet with my stories, sir?" Both adults laughed as they tried to console the boy of his feeling of guilt.
"And pray, sir. What stories did you tell?" Darcy asked with humour as he patted Davy on the back. "I feel quite envious that I was inside when you disclosed them to Miss Bennet."
"Just stories of Dragons, sir." He said quite guiltily. Darcy smiled as he recalled how he had tried to scare a young Georgiana with novels of such creatures as his allies. He could understand that some would find them terrifying, but Darcy could almost see Elizabeth battling a dragon and ending victorious with one strike of her fist. But she could not defeat George. As he glanced at Elizabeth once again, Darcy suddenly realised how utterly vulnerable she really was. This woman. This woman who had enough courage to confront a condescending, arrogant and a much too respected young man, who had not only slandered her underprivileged relations but herself, yet speak with her heart with such vigour could still be so harmed.
"And what stories of dragons were these?" Darcy asked, still attempting to ease the anxiety that was written so clearly upon David Fisher's young face.
"Just of the one I've seen, sir."
"You've seen one?" Darcy asked in mock surprise; trying not to make his disbelief too obvious, for the child's naivety touched him.
"Yes, sir," Elizabeth smiled through watery eyes. "Master Davy was entertaining us greatly. I personally felt no fear from your faithful account, my young sir, so do not distress yourself!" she leaned forward towards the child and Darcy's heart leapt as he sensed the playfulness in her body language and in her sparkling eyes as she whispered. "However, I believe you gave poor Phillips the scare of his life!" The child giggled as he tried to imagine the tall, broad and strong Phillips cower with fear. Darcy smiled too, and insisted to join in the fun. Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to see that the proud man before her was indeed not so.
"That was most unkind of you, sir," Darcy said to the child, sighing dramatically. "How shall Phillips drive at night when you have told him of such horrors?"
"He can not be scared of the dark as well!" Davy cried out, which prompted the other two to continue their sport.
"And I have heard snakes too." Elizabeth cheekily added, though Darcy could sense the hint of melancholy in her sweet voice. How could he have thought she had recovered so quickly? If it were not for little David Fisher's spirited nature and enchanting character, Darcy was sure Elizabeth would not have been so lively or as well as she seemed to be at present. From his heart, he thanked the child for saving her in a small yet noteworthy way and wondered if she may possibly ever trust again. Was all this sudden life just a ploy to disguise her true feelings of misery?
"My mama is terrified of snakes!" Davy added in Phillips defence. "Though she is brave enough in everything else..." Davy smiled before he finished, "Including the dark." My God! His Mother! She must be sick with worry for her boy! I am a selfish creature for keeping him so long for my own use...
Darcy automatically suggested that they take David home, to which the youngster in question reluctantly agreed to, for he knew it was a sensible proposal even though he was enjoying the carriage and it's company very well indeed. He had never experienced such luxuries and adventure in the past, and found himself having a wonderful time.
Once Davy was dropped home (to a very anxious mother, as Darcy had predicted) Darcy promised to return the following day, for the child deserved such a great payment, which Darcy did not, in the slightest, resist to award. Elizabeth and Darcy stared at one another without the use of words as the carriage moved down an empty lane, then parked, for the next course of action was not yet decided.
"Miss Bennet, what would you wish we do?" Darcy asked, unsure of the correct plan himself. Elizabeth sighed, for she realised what her foolish actions could do to her family name. I cannot leave this coach. I look so awful and how would I explain my dishevelled appearance?
"I-I honestly do not know, Mr Darcy," she finally answered, her voice shaking somewhat. "How will I ever give explanation for myself looking this way? I am a foolish being. For my own fancy, I have jeopardised my family name... yet, I truly did believe him to be in serious danger..."
"Do not ever blame yourself, Miss Bennet," Darcy suddenly said sternly. "George Wickham is a vicious man who can turn even the most intellectual and brilliant minds against the truth. Many a person has fallen under his spell."
"But what can be done?" Do not cry Lizzie! You're turning into Mama... be strong. Fight back your tears. I can not have him see me this way. "I have ruined it all! What will I do when the Forsters see me? How shall I explain my absence and my bruises?" Darcy squeezed her hands comfortingly, and Lizzie felt empowerment herself from their amazing strength.
"You went for a walk, Miss Bennet, as we all know you enjoy and often execute..." Darcy began. Elizabeth blushed as she realised how much this man knew of her. "You may have got quite adventurous climbing the rocks and peaks of Brighton and slipped... and considering the fact that I was sent to discover you, my finding you would not seem too farfetched." Elizabeth smiled at his attempt.
"Sir, I hardly look like I have merely fallen from a rock." I look as though I have been attacked by a man twice my size. Darcy sighed deeply before he made his suggestion.
"Would you consider going to the home of the Gormans? I have known Reginald for years and he is as good a fellow as ever I met, and as agreeable as Bingley," He suddenly stopped as he recalled the painful incident in which Bingley's name had last been mentioned between them. The lady also seemed to be engrossed in this thought, for she remained very quiet and refused to meet Darcy's eye. He speedily continued. "He would not ask questions and Mrs Gorman seems as agreeable as he, and would surely help fix your appearance..." Elizabeth smiled at him somewhat mischievously.
"Do I look that awful sir?" she asked, her eyes still twinkling, with more amusement than tears at present, which eased the gentleman's nerves. Darcy exhaled deeply as he examined Elizabeth. Dear Lord, she is so beautiful. Elizabeth felt his stare run over wherever he gazed and blushed furiously. She had seen that look on his face many a time, but had always considered it to be scrutiny or disapproval of her merely 'tolerable' appearance, but at this instant, she could not deny the love and was it lust? she suddenly observed. Darcy quickly attempted to compose himself. Fool! How could you stare at her so? Control your feelings...
"You must know how well I believe you look, Miss Bennet," He said quietly as he retreated his hands back to his lap and stared down at them. "However, I must stress we get an apothecary to see you as soon as may be. We should have your cuts seen to..."
"Cuts, sir?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, feeling ill. She had not known of a cut. Darcy suddenly dabbed the handkerchief in Elizabeth's hand onto her cheek (as her own hand even now held it) and as she felt the stinging pain, gave out a short yelp. The gentleman blew at the cut softly and Elizabeth was shocked how she responded from it. Her face was enticing close to his, and under any other circumstance he would have dared to kiss her. Her smell and beautiful features intoxicated him..... but no. He could not. She has been through enough physical harassment for one day. I could not bear for her to believe me as bad as Wickham. And it is not respectable... surely I am not that type of man? All I truly know is that I am a man that repulses her.
With an aching chest, Darcy leaned away from her tantalising scent and tapped the roof of the carriage with the top of his cane.
"To the Gormans' please, Phillips."
Chapter 18
He is indeed a very decent saviour.
But how had he known of her presence at the inn that evening?
After the way I have so condescendingly treated him, I would not have been astounded if he had left me with Wickham. How he must have despised me for my abhorrent behaviour at Hunsford! I wish from my heart that he will forgive my irreverence. But he has boasted himself of his adamant manner and quite fervently; a man like he is could never accept my lowly apology. She shook her head to rid herself of these unpleasant thoughts, for she knew it did no good to dwell on them.
Teasing, teasing man! I shall think of him no more! There was a soft rap on the door and Sarah the maid shyly appeared once Elizabeth gave her approval to enter.
"Miss Bennet, dinner is being served," the young girl said as she curtsied. "Shall I inform the Gormans to continue to wait for you?" Elizabeth forced herself to smile.
"Thank you, Sarah, please tell my hosts I shall be down directly." Look at the trouble you have caused these kind people. How can I go downstairs and face them all? Elizabeth turned back to the mirror as Sarah hurried out. Her now neat appearance, which at present did not resemble the battered woman she was convinced could never be concealed, filled her with confidence. She blew out the candle on the dressing table and made her way to the dining room as the fireplace embers continued to crackle.
Darcy felt extreme relief when Elizabeth finally joined the Gormans for dinner. He was even more pleased by her fresh appearance, which was as lovely as ever. He took note of the new hairstyle and though he sincerely believed Elizabeth would be beautiful with no hair at all, he preferred her simple yet elegant chignon. However, he soon afterwards discovered this was a tactic to hide the many bruises about her face and he tightly clenched both fists under the table. Her scratch, which was so prominent when Darcy had first seen her that night, was hardly noticeable and he thanked Mrs Gorman and her maids silently for all their help - for she looked as good as before. Before that blackguard imposed himself upon her. Every time Darcy thought of it he felt ill. His head spun as he thought of the possibility that he never met David Fisher and he could not make it on time to intervene...
Reginald Gorman and his lady both arose at Elizabeth's arrival and Darcy soon afterwards did so himself. Elizabeth noticed he seemed to be somewhat preoccupied in his own thoughts to recall welcome civilities as promptly as the others. However she could easily forgive him, given that he was staring at her so intensely she need not have thought him to be disregarding her in the slightest.
"Miss Bennet, you do look very well indeed." Reginald complimented. Though he did not add, 'in comparison to before', all members around the table knew his polite statement owned that hidden innuendo. Elizabeth smiled, though Darcy knew, from his intense past study of her once 'tolerable' now beautiful face, that it was forced for it did not reach her exquisite eyes.
Dinner was delicious and quite superb, though Darcy and Elizabeth did not consume much at all, and spent most of their time at the table playing with their food with their cutlery. Reginald tried to rally up the glum spirit of the group by recounting stories of himself and Darcy in their youth at Cambridge, which brought a smile upon the face of other gentleman who was seated directly opposite Elizabeth; a smile she had never seen before for it was indeed rare since Mr Darcy's teeth were seen. She smiled to herself when she remembered a thought she had once shared with her dear friend Charlotte Lucas...
"You know Charlotte, I shall be quite surprised to hear that Mr Darcy has teeth at all! Maybe that is why he stands brooding in the corner silently and does not speak or smile - I am sure he does not wish to scare all the Caroline Bingley's in this world by showing his bare mouth, for who else could tolerate him enough for marriage?" Elizabeth remembered Charlotte finding this theory very amusing, but could prevent laughing enough to not encourage her friend to continue.
"Dear Lizzie, you must remember you can be cordial without showing your teeth. Your hypothesis seems to have a fault."
"But we have not seen him genial or amiable, Charlotte," Lizzie pointed out quite seriously. "I have only ever witnessed his resentful and implacable behaviour - and I may add, not a tooth in sight."
"Lizzie, what have you seen of the gentleman to cause such dislike? You can not base all your negative feelings on merely Wickham's account as a foundation."
"Charlotte! Surely you can see, and have noted, his abominable pride?!" Elizabeth cringed as she recalled her spiteful words.
"Lizzie, he has ten thousand a year, is very handsome, owns a grand estate in Derbyshire, is one of the most respected men in the kingdom and has a noble history. If those are not reasons to be proud, then I can not say what is."
"Noble history, do you call it?" Lizzie snorted, then scolded herself for resembling Lydia. "His contemptuous behaviour to Wickham does not imply 'nobility' to me, Charlotte."
"You know very well I was referring to his grand ancestry, Lizzie," Charlotte said smiling, though her eyes hinted some annoyance. "But you can not judge him entirely on Mr Wickham's report. It reminds us to think very hard before pronouncing ill judgement on any of our fellow man." Lizzie rolled her eyes but giggled.
"Charlotte, I did not imagine that the day would come when you would begin to resemble my dear sensible sister Mary!" The serious nature of the conversation soon melted away with their laughter and they continued to talk of the nonsensical conversation of Mr Collins.
My dear, Charlotte. Do you not remember the days when we used to tease that odious man? And now to think, you are lying beside him...
"Miss Bennet, do you not agree?" Elizabeth immediately shook out of her private reverie and glanced up at Mr Darcy eyes, which gazed at her expectantly and betrayed he had been indeed communicating with her. She sheepishly looked down at her still very full plate and blushed.
"Forgive me, sir. My thoughts were not so pleasantly engaged and I had not the honour of hearing your suggestion. Would you think me abominably rude if I begged you to repeat it?" Is she thinking of Wickham? Has he invaded her thoughts in addition to all he has already accomplished?
"Not at all, Miss Bennet," Darcy replied, struggling to tear his eyes away from hers. "I just recommended that we return to the home of the Forsters and your Uncle Gardiner, as well. I am sure he has received my message but I am convinced he would prefer to see you than hear of your presence."
"Mr Darcy, have you..." she inhaled deeply, for she knew the Gormans knew all of the particulars, "...have you told my uncle of the events surrounding this evening, Sir?" The uncomfortable silence was quickly filled by Darcy's voice and she was relieved to hear it as the awkwardness increased with each passing second.
"I have not, Miss Bennet," he said in a strong voice but his composure was exposed once he had dropped his eyes down to his own full plate. "I believe that is your prerogative. I will not mention a thing if you do not wish me to. You can be assured of my secrecy." He lifted his eyes back up to Elizabeth's and was pleasingly surprised to see a look of trust and warmth in her face as she returned his gaze. She nodded at his idea but found she could not avert her eyes from his person.
Reginald Gorman, his wife and their servant Kendrick stood at the gate as they waved their temporary guests adieu for the night and watched the carriage vanish into the distance.
Reginald had known Darcy for so long and knew the gentleman as well as any. He always remembered being the one who would be popular with the ladies whilst Darcy would stand uncomfortably in the corner, drinking down the port. He was lively enough with others of his sex but it seemed he had difficulty conversing with females. However, he'd found Darcy's behaviour with Miss Bennet touching and very suspicious. She was indeed an attractive young lady but Reginald had seen many a more beautiful woman literally throw herself at Darcy's feet and he would merely step over them. His entire conduct with Miss Elizabeth convinced both Reginald and his wife that they would be giving their congratulations to this young and very perfect couple very soon indeed.
Chapter 19
"Lizzie, I am pleased to see you so well," Mr Gardiner spoke dotingly as he held his young niece in relief, the latter greatly appreciating his comforting embrace. She knew she could not ever disclose her transactions with George Wickham to her dear uncle, for she could not bear to have him see her in a disagreeable light since she esteemed himself and her aunt higher than any other being, save her beloved father. Why do I feel dishonest for not also declaring Mr Darcy in this context? But why should I feel guilt? Is it written that my saviour must be regarded as high as my dearest relations? I have only been acquainted with Mr Darcy for a short time, and for most of it I have thought him abominably ill mannered, for it has only been recently that I have held him in any admiration. Yet he has made such an impression... Elizabeth held her uncle tighter as she battled her conflicting thoughts, almost longing he would shield her from them.
"I am pleased you find me well, uncle," she said, concealing her frustration with a mask of a smile as she broke the calming embrace. Mr Gardiner smiled at her fondly. Though he discerned it was improper to opt favourites, he could not rebuff Elizabeth was undoubtedly his. Ever since her youth, she had earned his respect and love from her vivacity and passion for life. Also, her intelligence and wit had esteemed her above her sisters in Mr Gardiner's eyes and he deeply comprehended his brother-in-law's fondness for the child, as he felt it keenly himself.
"I hope you now comprehend, Elizabeth, that rock climbing is not the finest hobby for a young lady to partake of." He suddenly laughed. "Dear Lord, I sound like my dear sister. I shall save my breath for more important matters then scolding, for I do it terribly ill and I may frighten myself more with my likeness with Fanny."
"It is also a subject where only negative thoughts are uttered, and I would dearly wish not to hear Mama's retortions in your kind voice, uncle." He touched her cheek and she moved from his touch, for he had pressed a wound. He immediately spotted its alien mark upon her ivory complexion (which was even more so due to the day's repucussions) and pushed aside the locks of hair that were concealing it.
"Dear Lizzie!" the gentleman exclaimed in concern. "Your face is bruised terribly on both sides! Pray, how on earth did you fall to create such an effect?" Elizabeth cursed herself for knowing not what to say.He has found me out, and I cannot lie to him. What will he think of me when I disclose the details...?
"Uncle, I..."
"Miss Bennet fell from one rock onto another, Sir." a voice suddenly interupted, to Elizabeth's grand relief. Mr Gardiner looked at Mr Darcy quizzically.
"Mr Darcy, are you implying my niece had the misfortune and bad luck to fall to one rock, stand, then fall again to another on her other side?"
"That is indeed what I am disclosing, Sir. Yes."
"If you would pardon my incredulity in your narrative, Mr Darcy, but this does not sound credible."
"I comprehend your scepticism completely, Sir, for I also would doubt it's reliability if it were not for my seeing the event from afar." Elizabeth held her breath for Mr Gardiner's response. She would not have ever thought Mr Darcy a convincing swindler, but she had seen it with her own eyes and was very sure at believing him herself! Mr Gardiner did not turn back to the gentleman, but to his niece. His eyes softened once on her, yet twinkled with amusement.
"Elizabeth, I believe you to be the clumsiest person of my acquaintance." Elizabeth smiled back as she finally exhaled. She dared not glance at Mr Darcy, for she knew he would be focusing towards herself. However, she wished to tell him how much she wanted to thank him and how greatly appreciated his white lie was; however this act would include conversing and looking at the gentleman and she could not in a composed state. Instead she focused further on her Uncle and smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle Gardiner. I believe I have never previously come first in anything before."
"I very much doubt that, niece. Come, Mr Darcy, would not you not have to dispute to such a statement?" Uncle, are you aware of Mr Darcy's previous feelings for me? Are you up to something?
"I would have to, Sir."
"Mr Darcy is too kind." she replied with, this time, not a trace of sarcasm or amusement in her tone.
"I only speak as I find Miss Bennet."
"As do I, Sir and I do not see myself as... let us say accomplished as you and my dear Uncle believe, for I have many faults that will soon drive away any inclination that I have the correct attributes for such a compliment."
"You are too severe upon yourself, Lizzie." her uncle replied with sport as he escorted her to a seat. "If you are not deemed accomplished, I do not know who is worthy of such an honour."
"I have never accomplished anything that I find pride in, sir," she replied quietly, for the conversation was beginning to take heart to Elizabeth and her uncle's persistence unnerved her. "I have not given anything back to the world that has offered me such splendour. I have not preformed a miracle and I have not saved a life."
You have saved mine. Instead of replying thus, the gentleman decided against it.
"Miss Bennet, accomplishment does not establish the lady in question as a martyr or saint, merely very capable in many aspects." Elizabeth smiled weakly as she recalled the many heated debates with Mr Darcy she had been involved in, and how she used to tire of them... she could not see at present why her she ever thought that way.
"I suppose my explanation differs from yours sir, for the word 'accomplished' applies, to myself, as a person who has preformed a worthwhile task that many a person cannot."
"Many consider and imply those tasks to be speaking French and German."
"I cannot speak either, so I am neither accomplished in your world, or my own."
"Miss Bennet, you read..."
"For amusement."
"You play..."
"Very ill indeed."
"You make sport." She finally allowed her guard to be set down and laughed.
"Aye, that is true but that does not label me accomplished."
"It does in the eyes of all that know you." She could not help but stare at the gentleman with this bold remark. Mr Gardiner smiled subtely to himself as he examined the look that passed between the two youngest of the small party. He did not wish to interrupt the look of affection both openly exhibited towards the other but he had to insist Elizabeth rest her aching body from her ordeal (which he was still sure was due to her inability to rock climb). She sighed. Though she dearly wished to stay and converse with Mr Darcy her practical side knew she would not be healthy enough to see the gentleman the following day if she did not have a break. As Elizabeth excused herself upstairs and bid her adieus Darcy wished to ask her to stay but five more minutes, but he knew that would be improper. Instead, the gentleman watched her intensely as she made her exit, savouring his last moments in her company that day. Just before she walked out the door she stopped. Darcy attempted to stand, considering that she might need assistance but her turning to face him halted his gesture. From across the room, Elizabeth Bennet smiled at only him, and due to the noise Lydia and Mrs Forster were emanating, whispered the words 'Goodbye' clearly then slowly turned on her heel and disappeared into the hallway.
Chapter 20
He could not believe it. He just could not. He replayed the short scene over and over in his mind until his head ached, but a throb could not impede him from reliving it again. Elizabeth had looked solely upon him and whispered him goodbye. Not her uncle, or her sister... but him. Could it mean she had grown to like him? But, as she had herself said, how could anything induce her to accept the man who had separated her sister from her own beloved? But I have indeed studied from my many mistakes, and I now understand the affection they feel for one another. I have not only given Bingley my blessing but I ordered him to ask for Miss Bennet's hand. Even now, I am convinced they are engaged. Darcy smiled as he imagined Bingley asking for Jane's hand and even chuckled as he imagined Mrs Bennet's excitement. Darcy was sure Bingley would not really need to ask for her blessing, however he was not so confident in the very same situation with her daughter Elizabeth, with he being her future son-in-law. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply. He knew he should not torture himself at the idea of marrying Elizabeth, but the notion entered into his head thousands of times a day and he could not help prevent it. Some mornings, he would wake up and almost believe he was on his honeymoon, for his dreams were so vivid. He bit the inside of his mouth as he recalled how he had suffered every time when he discovered it to be a falsehood.
He rolled to his side as he sunk his head deeper into his pillow.
However, it seemed to excite him more to know she was but a few doors from his and he again wished to thank Mr and Mrs Forster for allowing him to stay that night. After her departure, Darcy had felt incredibly out of place in the party. Lydia and Mrs Forster were usually in the corner, giggling over some subject hysterically funny whilst the latter lady's husband played cards with the few officers present that evening. One of those Officers was Officer Denny, who Darcy had observed could not stare himself or Elizabeth in the eye. Darcy pondered how much the gentleman knew of Wickham's plans, for Elizabeth had disclosed to him that it was Mr Denny who had given her the letter. Darcy did not wish to dwell on the situation, or the gentleman, any further, so he continued his conversation with Mr Gardiner. If it was not for Mr Gardiner, he was not sure he could have endured to stay. As boisterous and loud Lydia Bennet and her companion were he could now easily overlook their folly, however it was being in the company of friends of Wickham that incensed him. He could sense their eyes upon him and he could almost heed their angry words against his character... for he was convinced he had heard the word 'proud' on eight separate occasions from that table. Mr Gardiner could also perceive Darcy was ill at ease and attempted to string him into light-hearted conversation to ease some of his anxiety. Darcy could not deny that the more time he spent with Mr Gardiner, the more he was liking the gentleman and he could easily notice how the two eldest Bennet's had benefited from spending so much of their childhood around him and his sensible wife. But he was quite certain Elizabeth strong nature would never have ever influenced her to behave in the fashion of her youngest sisters whatever the situation... a trait in her that he deeply respected and loved.
If you keep thinking of her you will never get to sleep and it will seem like an eternity until tomorrow does come He rolled back to his first position and suddenly smiled to himself. Look at yourself, Darcy. Who would have thought you would be in such a state over a woman? And to think, you never did consider yourself a romantic. He attempted to drift into sleep, which he eventually did after several more tries. That night he did not succumb to any dreams, for he knew he would be in touching distance with the genuine article tomorrow morning.
Elizabeth's Night
Elizabeth stared upon the ceiling, for sleep refused to come and drift her away from her views. In her practical mind, she refused to believe Mr Darcy was on her thoughts but her heart knew there was indeed nobody but him to think of at that particular moment. What a puzzle the man was! He had come to her aid many a time in the last few hours... yet she could not comprehend his reasons. Surely he would, as would any man, despise her for her words at Hunsford, for the way she had spoken and what she had said. Elizabeth was sure that he would disapprove of her, for he was so full of pride and confidence that being rejected and insulted by a mere country girl was bound to anger him. But since their first meeting since Hunsford, he had been nothing but attentive... and comfortingly affectionate. But he had hurt Jane. How could she ever think of him that way when he had caused such pain to her dear sister? I am a terrible being! Even knowing about his business with Bingley I wish him to be near...
She rolled over to her side and sunk her head deeper into the comfort of her pillow.
She felt utter guilt for having feelings for such a man, for now she knew it did no good to deny them and their strength. However as much she attempted to recall his past dealings with her at Hertfordshire she could not and found herself merely noting his fine appearance than his behaviour.
If I had only ventured to Derbyshire with my Aunt and Uncle... perhaps meeting Mr Darcy in his own territory would allow me to perceive the gentleman in his most open and true countenance. And this whole affair with Wickham would never have taken place... Elizabeth stopped and remembered the night at the inn. She wished to forget the entire business and squeezed her eyes tightly... but in vain. Even in her own bed she felt unsafe and could almost smell the room again. She hugged at her pillow as a means of protection and never wished for Mr Darcy as she had just then. Do not be silly, Lizzie. Mr Darcy is but a few doors away... if anything did happen which is not likely, he would hear. And he would come to my rescue... She suddenly cursed herself for being so weak. She was Elizabeth Bennet, who could not be frightened easily and could look after her own well being. However she had realised that this whole escapade with Wickham had lessened her confidence and had left her more vulnerable. She could not count how many occasions she had thanked Mr Darcy in his presence, and especially how many times in her own head. If he had not arrived... If he were but one minute too slow..
However, there was some novelty in her saviour being that particular gentleman, even though at the time she did not know his regard for her and she did not feel anything for him. She could not place her finger on why she felt so, but she believed it to be for the reason that she knew he loved her and cared for her. Well, he did once. Don't think about it. He will never marry you... who would bring such a girl into their family... especially a family like his? Maybe society may not know but every time he looks upon me he will. She felt a tear fall to her cheek and wiped it immediately. She slid her head under her pillow and wept silently until sleep and exhaustion both came at once.
Chapter 21
"Lizzie!"
Elizabeth moaned as she rolled to her side. "Lydia, please, not now..." she murmured into her cushion. Why did her youngest sister always choose the worst moments to wish to speak to her?
"Lizzie! You lazy thing! Do you not know what time it is? We shall be heading to Longbourne very soon indeed!" Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She observed Lydia closely, who was fully dressed and was looking towards her with slight annoyance.
"Why did you not wake me before? I am not yet dressed!" Elizabeth stressed as she pulled back her covers and ran to her trunk in despair. Lydia rolled her eyes and dramatically fell to the bed.
"Why is no one punctual today? First Mr Darcy, now you. I wish to go home as soon as may be and show Kitty my new ..."
"Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth inquired in a feign disinterested tone as she pretended to admire the embroidery of one of her finer gowns. "What can he possibly have to be belated by?" Lydia fell back onto the unmade bed and lay there for a session.
"Oh, Lord! I do not know. He made some excuse about not being able to sleep well." She suddenly bolted back up and looked at her sister gleefully. "Do you not think Kitty will be incredibly envious of my new bonnet and parasol from Mrs Forster? I dare say, I have bought her a locket which I am sure will be enough for her, for I cannot have her thinking ill of me...do you think she will think ill of me, Lizzie?" Elizabeth did not listen as her sister continued to rant about material possessions and ultimately mundane subjects. Did he stay up thinking of me as I did him? Lord! Stop it, Lizzie! You must or you shall never free him from your mind. Elizabeth sighed as she pulled out her dress, for Lydia's stories were getting taller and longer.
"Lydia, could you please leave me to change?" Her sister made a groaning noise but soon got over the tragedy reasonably well and scampered excitedly out the door. She did love Lydia, but sometimes her youngest sibling was a bit too high strung for her own good... and was even more tiresome in the mornings!
Elizabeth had sat at her dresser for not less then five seconds when there was a rap on the door. She dropped her brush from her hand and hastily opened the door.
"Lydia, will you not leave me in..." The lady stopped as the image of Lydia outside the door metamorphosed into the true form of Mr Darcy. She had forgotten her appearance with one look at the gentleman, but immediately came to recollect her nightclothes as a blush came over his face and he tore his gaze away from her figure and down to the floor.
"Miss Bennet, I apologise for intruding upon your privacy." He replied hurriedly. He looked back upon her but quickly continued by examining his feet once again. Elizabeth pulled the shawl closer around herself and felt her cheeks burn as she attempted to speak.
"N-No Sir, it is I-I that must apologise for my inexcusable tardiness. I will not be long."
"Erm.... pray, take as much time as you need." Darcy nodded then coughed lightly; yet refused to meet her flustered and unsteady gaze. Elizabeth sensed his uneasiness, which was quite contagious.
"You are very kind, Mr Darcy, but I could never intentionally inconvenience anyone." Especially you. Darcy finally raised his eyes and for a brief moment neither party spoke as their gazes locked. He smiled at her warmly as he replied.
"I know you could not, Miss Bennet." Once again, they both fell into silence and Elizabeth struggled to look away. With the realisation that the gentleman would not be next to speak, she made a sudden bold inquiry but could only do so in a shy voice.
"Are you accompanying us back to Longbourne, Sir?" Darcy felt his heart warm at the look of expectancy and slight excitement in her eyes. Would you wish it, dear Elizabeth?
"How could I avoid it, Miss Elizabeth, when such festivities are to be had?"
"Festivities, Sir?" It was now Darcy's turn to question in confusion, for he was sure Elizabeth would know.
"Miss Jane has not told you of the news?" What news is this? It must be good, for Mr Darcy is smiling and he rarely ever smiles. He should practice the expression more often for it becomes him so very well indeed... Elizabeth pulled herself from her thoughts and blushed slightly at their nature. This is about dear Jane. So why do I turn it to Mr Darcy's fine appearance? Quick Lizzie, inquire...
"If you do not tell me quite soon, Sir, I shall have to find my sister out!" she said smiling, though Darcy could see she was somewhat distracted. The gentleman smiled and handed her the letter he had held behind him for the duration of their talk.
"Do not go to the trouble, Miss Bennet, for I am sure this letter will clarify it all. Will you be dressed in fifteen minutes?"
"I shall try it in fourteen, Sir," Elizabeth said, smiling widely though her heart felt sudden melancholy as she came to the heart-wrenching conclusion he could never be hers. "And I shall attempt read my letter in that time." Darcy could not resist but smile back at her laughing eyes.
"Then I shall leave you to it." he said unwillingly. Darcy gave her a short bow, a toothless yet endearing smile and entered the hallway once again.
Once the gentleman was completely out of sight, Elizabeth entered her chambers. The precise moment Elizabeth had composed herself into a relatively appropriate state to easily breathe and calm her excited heart, she opened her letter in both earnest interest and anticipation.
My Dearest Lizzie,
I can hardly write for I am so happy! Please excuse your silly sister's attempt of a letter for her excitement has overpowered her and she finds she cannot do a thing without smiling inanely into space! Promise me you will scold me for ever doubting you again, my dear sister, for you were right all along. He loves me! Mr Bingley loves me and has apparently loved me all this time... as you yourself had estimated, Lizzie. Mama is beside herself with delight and I have not seen Papa smile so widely since your departure! Even our dear Kitty and Mary and pleased and the only blessing I find I now cannot do without is yours. Caroline and Louisa have been very kind and have wished both Charles and myself every joy and happiness in the future. But, dear Lizzie, do not believe I am as ignorant as I once was for I now know their true nature... but I cannot cause grief between by beloved and his sisters so I will try my best to attempt to be more than just civil towards them. They are my family now.
The only request I have now to make is for you to return to Longbourne as soon as you can! How shall I survive these few months until my wedding without my maid of honour beside me? I apologise for appearing so selfish, Lizzie, but I find that I have only you to confide in and shall burst if I do not relate my joy out loud. I also have another reason for my impatience to see you once again, for I cannot withstand Mama's constant nagging and proposals of wedding arrangements without you to hold my hand and to tell Mama (quite firmly!) that there are some matters I might attempt myself. I know it is terrible of me to talk of our mother this way and I do understand her distress is only for her love for us all but sometimes I find her (just slightly) a bit demanding! I must away Lizzie, for Mary, Kitty and Lydia must be found bridesmaid dresses and Mama will only allow us to wear cloths of Meryton. Lord, provide me with strength and, my dear sister, wish me luck!
Please come as soon as you can.
Your loving sister... Jane
Elizabeth revised the letter so many countless times that the lady could recite the particulars and sentences by heart. Her dear sister was to be married to the only man she could ever love! Could there be happier news? Elizabeth sighed happily as she fell to her bed and read the communication once again.
So, this was the 'festivity' Mr Darcy was referring to so enigmatically... but why should he be so well pleased? Was he not the very gentleman who had separated the now reunited couple in the very beginning? Mr Bingley would not ever engage in such a rash and life-changing decision without informing Mr Darcy and asking his blessing. But why would Mr Darcy declare it unless...? My God! He has changed! Or maybe I perhaps was not observing his true self. His true good-hearted, well spirited, kind, courageous... Lizzie! Stop it! Elizabeth snapped out of her reverie and once again pushed aside her provoking thoughts whilst glanced at the intricate clock on the mantle. She had only 5 minutes to change and style her hair - it was absolutely impossible! If it were not for her promise to Mr Darcy to arrive down the stairs in that time, she would not have hurried so and only as she applied rouge to her face did the lady recall her 'battle scars'. Elizabeth bit her lower lip firmly as she traced her finger across her bruises, causing tears to come her eyes. Not only did they water because of her physical pain but the wounds mentally reminded the lady that she would never have her sister's good fortune and marry for love.
Chapter 22
"Uncle, it is quite a tragedy that you did not arrive sooner, for there were such parties and balls! I must admit, they quite fagged me out."
"I am glad you had a pleasant time, Lydia," Mr Gardiner laughed for her animation sometimes astonished him!
"O Uncle! To merely call it 'pleasant' is like calling a beauty 'tolerable'. I had such a wonderful visit! I hope to go back to Brighton every summer!" I am not sure Elizabeth will accompany you any more, my dear. Lydia continued even further and her forever tolerant uncle was beginning to grow impatient as Lydia procured a bonnet and parasol from her bag to show off. "Have you felt such a rich material, Sir? I could scarce believe it when Mrs Forster presented me with it! I shall where it now, so Kitty can see it and wish to borrow it." Mr Gardiner knew the disposition of both his youngest nieces and knew the arguments that would be stemmed due to this immediate action.
"My dear, I think it would be quite unfair of you to show your sister your gifts as soon as you leave the coach. Should you not wait a day or two, or at least after presenting her locket?"
"But Uncle...!" Lydia whined as she cut into her Uncle's sentence. Elizabeth, who decided not to join the conversation prior to the present, sighed as Lydia pronounced her last feeble point.
"Lydia, both your bonnet and parasol will be fine and will not lose any of their grandeur by being belated by a few days." Lydia sulked, but could not deny her sister's words were true. Mr Gardiner smiled at Lizzie with thanks. Suddenly, the gentleman beside him stirred and yawned; hints of his soon waking. His eyes fluttered and he winced as they attempted to adjust to the afternoon sunshine. As soon as focus came, the blurred shapes formed a coherent figure and Elizabeth's came into view. To wake up and for hers to be the first face that I see. Damn those torturous eyes...
"You are finally awake, Sir." Mr Gardiner chuckled as he patted Darcy on the back. Darcy had forgotten Mr Gardiner's presence and joined in the amusement as he struggled to shake off his fatigue. Elizabeth watched the two gentlemen in awe... why did they both suddenly possess a closeness and mutual understanding?
"I apologise for my laziness, Mr Gardiner. How long was I out?"
"Unfortunately, Mr Darcy, I was not keeping count," Mr Gardiner smiled, and then quite boldly turned to his niece. "How long would you say, Lizzie?" Elizabeth found herself quite speechless. Was her uncle suggesting that it was she who was counting the length of the gentleman's state of unconsciousness? It is a perfectly innocent question, Elizabeth. Why are you interpreting it so? Elizabeth had not a clue to what she would say and found her voice trailing off into nothingness with every sentence.
"Erm... I would say about a half an hour, sir... but I confess I also was not paying it's, at present it seems, due attention..." Again Mr Darcy sensed the agitation and distraction in Miss Bennet's address and wondered desperately what it was that lingered upon her mind. He gave a slight frustrated smile, which only caused Elizabeth to withdraw her first warm gaze quite coldly. Why can I not think of him as a common and well... indifferent acquaintance? If you continue this, you will not even be able to meet as friends
Lydia Bennet was the only occupant not to speak, for her fear of Mr Darcy (though not as impressive as her sister Kitty's) prevented any words from escaping her mouth. Elizabeth felt somewhat relieved that Mr Darcy had behaved in such a manner prior to his visit to Brighton for she knew if her sister had courage enough to speak up, she would declare a subject either offensive or ignorant in his presence. However, the elder Miss Bennet came to the deduction that she would more readily have seen the true nature of the gentleman in Derbyshire, and then possibly she might have accepted an offer she promptly and quite callously refused once. It would not be a possibility. I believe I would accept him without a moment's thought.
Mr Darcy sat back as he now watched Elizabeth. Her expression betrayed her inner turmoil and she seemed to be (was it repulsed?) by a certain revelation she had recently made in that mysterious and brilliant mind of hers. He turned to Mr Gardiner, who seemed to watching him with some interest and amusement. As he would with a friend, which Mr Gardiner had slowly become to him, Darcy responded with quite a questioning glance but soon accepted it with a (still quite frustrated!) smile. Instead of inquiring into the glance, Darcy spoke more productively though did not push it from his concentration.
"How long have we till we arrive at Longbourne?" he asked his neighbour.
"Not long, sir," a foreign voice suddenly answered. All eyes turned to Lydia Bennet and to her great delight, Mr Darcy smiled. The gentleman she was in complete awe of was in fact quite human indeed!
"And what brings you to that conclusion, Miss Lydia?" he asked, widening his smile. A man who even sports with Lydia! How could I have been so blind to think so ill of him? Stupid, stupid girl...
"Well, that is the road into Meryton, Sir." Darcy looked to where her finger was gesturing and then back to the lady.
"Well you have lived here all your life, and I have only stayed a few months in succession, so I take your word completely, Miss Lydia." Lydia was almost astonished into silence as Mr Darcy not only spoke with her pleasantly but also bestowed her his trust. She suddenly did believe him quite amiable - perhaps Mama had been wrong regarding him. She had always (quietly) disagreed with her mother that Mr Bingley was the handsomer of the two but now she went far enough to disagree that he was very appealing indeed... However, she did not entertain the hope that he would want her as a wife. Though she would have usually attempted to flirt, his money and looks went against the age difference... and his obvious love for her elder sister. Lydia Bennet may not have been the most astute or sensible young lady but she was not blind enough to see Elizabeth held regard for the gentleman also. And though there were many things she was quite guilty of, she would never take the love of a most beloved sister.
She turned to her window and sighed happily as Longbourne slowly came into view. Clutching her bag tighter she closed her eyes and imagined the shrieks Kitty would produce once seeing the treasures within it... well, in a few days time.
Chapter 23
Mr Gardiner heaved a heavy sigh as Darcy closed his carriage door and the four party members stepped outside.
"Are you sure you will not reconsider your decision not to join us for tea, Sir?" he asked almost pleadingly as he sensed the melancholy in the eyes of both his nieces. The three stood outside the entrance to the house with the grand coach as they attempted to convince the gentleman to stay. Lydia's protests were not as animated as Elizabeth had dreaded, though she had not a clue that they were all purely for her benefit. Darcy smiled faintly as he found their determination endearing and quite touching.
"I thank you, Sir, and yourself included, Miss Lydia but I must away to Netherfield." There was a considerable silence as both Lydia and Mr Gardiner watched Elizabeth expectantly for a reply. Why are they both so keen for me to speak? Darcy shifted his boot into the dirt ridden ground and made vague circular shapes as he awaited some conversation. Elizabeth knew the unspoken task befell her and bit on her lip as she contemplated a topic.Speak from your heart, Lizzie.
"Er... will you not return soon?" Neither the elder Miss Bennet nor Darcy observed the looks of pleasure exchanged between the observing Uncle and niece. Darcy knew, from previous experience, not to hold his hopes too high... but surely he had due cause from this inquiry?
"If that is your wish, Miss Elizabeth."
"It is," she quickly remembered herself and coughed lightly and averted her glistening and frustrated eyes as she added,"...as it is our all." Darcy bowed to his company.
"I shall try; good day to you all." And with that last statement, the gentleman entered his coach. However, he kept both eyes fixed on Elizabeth as it took him further up the path and out of sight.
Elizabeth allowed her gaze to linger down the lane as the carriage disappeared into the dust of the road. As she turned back to the house, she observed both her Uncle and sister had already entered and it seemed they had for quite a while, since commotion was heard from inside. She could hear her mother's voice and found she had, to her own astonishment, missed it.
"Fanny! How could you do such a thing?" Elizabeth heard her Uncle sigh as she opened the door to the sitting room. Her mother embraced her slightly and gave her a light kiss on the cheek but did not discontinue her chatter with her brother.
"O brother, she is doing very well!"
"Who is doing very well?" Elizabeth inquired with some interest. She looked about her for her sister Jane but gave up hope and supposed she to be in the stillroom. She was greeted by her other two sisters and sat down beside them at the table as she provided her mother a questioning glance. Lydia was entertaining Kitty with the pleasures of Brighton, who seemed merely happy to hear as she played with the locket about her neck in contentment and Mary put down her book to converse with her elder sister. Mrs Bennet, in her frenzied state, did not note the present eldest sister's expectant gaze and Elizabeth was finally relieved by her 'most sensible' sibling.
"Mama thought it would be sensible to send Jane, in the rain and on horseback, to Netherfield to visit Mr Bingley," Mary paused before she added. "I believe Mama used this as an aid yet again to get our poor, but not too ill, sister to stay the night."
"Mama!" Elizabeth cried out in loud disapproval. Her mother looked taken aback. What have I done that is so wrong, Miss Lizzie? If I did not do it, Mr Bingley would forget Jane in an instant!
"What is it? Why do you look it me like that? She will be very well taken care of." Elizabeth had foreseen that her mother would not grasp her meaning and for a moment considered what the easiest way of informing her would be.
"Mother, it does not follow propriety for Jane to be alone in a house with Mr Bingley. If there were any ladies..."
"O Lizzie. People do not care about things of that sort nowadays. They are engaged, for Lord's sake!" Mrs Bennet fell to her chair and began to emphatically fan herself once again.
"But they are not married," Elizabeth stressed as her uncle nodded in support. "And to be alone in a house when it is widespread knowledge that they are partial to one another..."
"O Lizzie, why do you put things so?" Mrs Bennet whined as she ceased fanning. She then began fluttering her handkerchief once more and dismissed the argument with a wave of the material. "Well, there is nothing to be done." Elizabeth thought for a time before she repeated her thoughts into the open, not only as how to state them persuasively but to convince herself that they were the right action to take. In the end she believed a simple statement ought to have accomplished her task.
"Mother, I feel I must go to Netherfield," She said in a feign disinterested tone. Maybe it is not sensible to be in the same house with certain gentleman so soon after recent separation... but I must go. And I must see Jane. Elizabeth ignored the view of her heart that she was merely venturing on the trip for Mr Darcy's benefit. I am to see Jane... and surely, he can not have that much of an affect on me?
"Oh, I suppose you must go when you explained the situation, but I am sure it is not necessary! I do not know what to do with her, Edward. The second she returns home she endeavours scurrying off again!" Mrs Bennet gave Elizabeth a minor scowl then continued her retorting. "And I suppose you will refuse to go by carriage." Elizabeth smiled slightly for, resembling her dear father, she did find quite some amusement in vexing her mother.
"Walking is beneficial exercise, Ma'am."
"And how else is our daughter to catch a husband without being in the peak of health, Mrs Bennet?" Mr Bennet inquired as he entered the room.
"Papa." Elizabeth whispered in contentment as her father kissed the top of her head, which only caused his wife to complain further... she never could understand why Mr Bennet liked her so well above their others!
"But Mr Bennet! You must agree!" She continued animatedly as both father and daughter shared looks of enjoyment. Mr Bennet lowered himself slowly into his chair before he gave a sensible reply.
"Well Mrs Bennet, you must enlighten me on the conversation. I had only walked in on the most recent contributions and am not too sure what the devil is going on."
"Elizabeth is far too adventurous for her own good. She has spent but five minutes in the house and now she is off again!" Mr Bennet, it seemed for the first time in his sensible life, appeared to be in favour of his wife's disapproval.
"Yet again, Lizzie?" he asked in quite an earnest voice. I have missed you too, Papa. "Can you not delay this action?"
"I have yet to wish Jane my joy and it would be selfish of you to not allow me to do so, Sir; for you have all preformed the task to your hearts' content. And in her time of need, I know she will wish me to be with her... again." Elizabeth accentuated the last word whilst glaring quite reproachfully at her mother. Mr Bennet sighed, but this soon melted into a smile.
"Well then, off with you my girl. And give Jane our love." Elizabeth beamed, kissed both parents (an action which made Mrs Bennet's anxieties and anger soon dissolve) and stood to leave the room to ready herself. However, her playfulness once again took over and she stated a point to her mother before she quickly left the room and a response could be made.
"And Mama, Mr Bingley will think Jane of a sickly disposition and break the engagement if you prolong sending her away in the rain." Even with her quick escape, Elizabeth could hear her mother's voice screech in disdain behind the closed door and she could not help but laugh as she hurried towards her room.
Chapter 24
As Netherfield came into view, she felt her heart begin to accelerate, for memory suddenly kicked in that not only would her sister and her fiancé be in that surrounding area, but a gentleman she was now in no doubt that she was in love with. It had been a slow and steady journey for Elizabeth to allow Darcy into her heart, and now she finally and unconsciously had, she did not think he would ever vacate the premises. She did not have many regrets, but one of the few, and the most important, she did have was her refusal and Hunsford... for she knew he would never ask again. But how could I have known of his true character when all he had ever revealed was his arrogance? Wait, Lizzie. It was not arrogance... it was timidity. How could you have overlooked that his unwillingness to mix in society was due to his terribly shy nature? As Elizabeth turned towards the park and pondered these thoughts the very gentleman in question appeared before her. The couple appeared startled and the rosiest blush overtook both their handsome faces.
"Miss Bennet." Darcy managed in his surprise. He was not alone for all the lady could offer in return was,
"Mr Darcy." They stammered for sentences but the observation that neither knew what to say caused both lady and gentleman to smile.
"I believe we have done this before, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth laughed softly, though was still quite embarrassed.
"I believe we have, Miss Bennet," Darcy smiled ironically. There was a silence before Elizabeth returned it and attempted to reply under his tender gaze.
"I believe this is when I ask if you would be so kind as to take me to my sister."
"Then now must be the instance where I reply, 'Of Course'." Elizabeth laughed rather dryly at his remark.
"No Sir, I believe this is the moment you smirk at my appearance and gesture for me to walk ahead." Darcy looked away and she instantly wished to withdraw her words. What a fool I was back then.
"I apologise, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy stammered once again to his feet. "I was stupid being then and knew not of the beauty I saw before me." That sentence was supposed to be noted in my inner monologue! Darcy, you idiot! But to his relief, and the lady's chagrin, she replied with as much ardour even though her sentence was predominantly shorter.
"As was I." They mutually stared at one another in longing once again, though this intensity was unmatched by the others in their past and caused neither to be able to breathe. Before he became conscious of what he was undertaking, Darcy reached out for her free hand and clasped it affectionately as he drew her slightly closer...
"Miss Bennet?!" With Bingley's sudden appearance, the gentleman pulled away in mortification as he remembered his lack of self-control, though Elizabeth wished for him to return ardently as her mind hurtled uncontrollably. Can he still love me? Can he overlook my past history with Wickham and the events that occurred during that fateful Trip to Brighton? I cannot be labelled as too confident to believe he holds some regard for me... could that look and the touch of my hand be classed as merely an innocent motion? As she continued to ask herself countless questions in no rational order, Mr Bingley had approached them both from his running from the house in top speed. He paused as he realised he had disrupted a scene between the two and cursed himself for his impeccably bad timing. It was he who was the biggest player in trying to secure a match between the two after he first sensed his friend's partiality and now felt his guilt as they both pulled away as far as could be and blushed somewhat in discomfiture. Be imperturbable, Charles. Pretend you have not noticed a thing. "My dear 'future' sister." He said in a composed and stable manner as she offered her hand. She smiled at Mr Bingley though he could see her eyes darted to his friend all too often. "Jane will be more than pleased to see you." Elizabeth instantly recalled the joyful occasion as she closely noted Mr Bingley's use of her sister's Christian name and smiled widely due to the feelings it brought in her.
"Mr Bingley, words cannot express how happy I am to hear of your engagement." She said with sincere joy.
"No more of that 'Mr Bingley' I so detest upon the tongues of those I hold with esteem. Please call me Charles, Miss Elizabeth." This is real... he is finally going to be my brother. O my dear Jane!
"Then you must do the same and drop that infernal 'Miss'." Bingley laughed in sport as he not only found her words amusing but realised she was his sister.
"Elizabeth, I will drop any Miss you wish except for a certain Miss Jane." Bingley joked quite seriously. Elizabeth could see the love in his eyes as he even mentioned her sister's name... were her own feelings so evident when she mentioned Mr Darcy? The lady was suddenly so aware of her own presence that she even premeditated her conversation with her new brother.
"That is one Miss that could not be taken even if we all wished it, for she would refuse to go!" she stated truthfully.
"And I would refuse to let her, sister." Do not cry with happiness, Lizzie...! but they are so perfect for one another...
"You will make her a very happy woman, Sir, though I believe you already have." She smiled tearfully, then laughed at Mr Bingley's nervous expression and fidgeting hands before she added. "And now I must suggest that we go inside, for you seem to be quite desolate when not with the lady." Mr Bingley looked down to his sweaty palms and joined her laughter sheepishly.
"You must think me a useless creature, but I have never heard such a true statement in all my life." He suddenly smiled craftily.
"Darcy, could you escort Miss... no, simply Elizabeth inside and show her to Jane? I fear I must away to Jane this instant." With this last cunning request and quite useless excuse to leave, Bingley departed as quickly as he had appeared, leaving both this guests opened mouthed. Elizabeth finally gave in and turned to Darcy, who appeared to be standing as silently as he was when Bingley had joined them and seemed to be eagerly studying the lane beside them. Boldly, she at last spoke.
"Will you not offer your arm, Sir?" Her confidence rose as Darcy smiled broadly back and offered it with no delay. Hand on arm, the couple slowly walked towards the entrance of the grand Netherfield, each greatly aware of the physical contact being made with the other. After a short while they both turned to the other to begin conversation, but this was lost and they merely managed to produce affectionate stares and knowing smiles; non-verbally implying to their partner that words simply were not necessary. This knowing expression upon both their quite lovesick faces continued until they were well within the halls of Netherfield and even after they reluctantly parted outside Jane's temporary room.
Chapter 25
Elizabeth chewed on the inside of her mouth as she turned the handle to her sister's door. From the room she could hear her Jane's light coughing and, to her dismay, found herself smiling slightly as she felt a sense of nostalgia. She recalled her last venture into that very room... how differently she thought and how little she knew back then. Though many things have not changed, Lizzie... Miss Bingley's affection for Mr Darcy, for example. She suppressed a smile as she remembered how well curved Mr Darcy's letters were written, in Miss Bingley's opinion, and how quite infatuated that particular lady was with peering over his shoulder with no effect. Elizabeth felt an unfamiliar pang in her stomach... why was she suddenly so jealous? Especially of Caroline Bingley?
On opening the door Elizabeth caught Bingley sitting upon her sister's bed, clasping her hand and staring at her so affectionately she had not the heart to disturb them. Smiling to herself, she closed the door softly, though she was convinced if she did so louder neither lovebird would have noticed. She could always talk to Jane later and she was not sure if her sister would forgive her for intruding upon their privacy, though Jane was the most magnanimous person she knew! Venturing down the stairs, Elizabeth realised she was quite very lost for she had completely forgotten how large a house Netherfield was. She thought of how her Aunt Gardiner had described to her the enormity, beauty and grandeur of Pemberley and wondered to herself what it would be like to live at such an estate. You had your chance, Lizzie. Don't reminisce about the past. Running her fingers down the wooden handrails, Elizabeth stared elatedly at the almost undiscovered parts of Netherfield. The intricate paintings, the ornaments and furnishings were overwhelming with their magnificence and Elizabeth decided that being so very rich was quite appealing indeed. Hearing a noise from the long corridor ahead, Elizabeth presumed Mr Bingley had at length completed with his conference with Jane and she entered one of the eleven vast doorways to find Mr Darcy drinking by the wine decanter. At her entrance the gentleman placed down the glass and both smiled warmly at one another.
"Mr Darcy," she smiled contentedly as she approached him. Daringly, she extended her arm and Darcy eagerly took her hand into his and lightly kissed the back of it softly. It lasted longer than propriety regulations strictly allowed but neither of the party took offence or reminded the other as Darcy looked up at her from his bow. Elizabeth was not the type of lady to be easily diverted or to exaggerate a situation but she could not deny that the wonderful tingling that travelled from her hand, up her arm and around her body made her knees weak. His adoring gaze and dark eyes did not help lessen the lady's breathless disposition and she could do nothing but return it with equal fervour. She had not a clue that her presence was equally distracting the gentleman and he could barely keep his own mind from spinning from just seeing her ivory complexion, sparkling eyes and those corkscrew ebony curls that bounced as she moved.
"Miss Bennet," he murmured as he retreated his lips but remained in his bowed position whilst the lady continued to smile down to him. Darcy blushed somewhat when he realised he was still hunched over and both hastily and shyly recoiled back to his tall frame, which only caused Elizabeth to love him even further. He smiled quite sheepishly as he attempted to start a conversation.
"You... erm, did not spend longer with Miss Jane?" he endeavoured, as neither seemed inclined to sit. Both members felt their fingers itch to touch the others, which merely resulted in them standing a foot apart with hands clenched tightly behind their backs. Elizabeth tried to ignore all these new feelings within her and focused herself mainly on his conversation... and not his lips.
"She seemed more busy with Mr..." Elizabeth stopped as she laughed softly. "I mean, Charles, and I did not wish to interrupt their tête-à-tête." Darcy smiled at the dreamy look upon her face as he hazarded to himself what caused it. Instead of asking, he merely stated,
"They are very happy with one another." Elizabeth grinned quite playfully.
"I think it is safe to declare that they are very much in love with one another, Sir." He laughed softly as her eyes danced, which they constantly did when Elizabeth was in a heated discussion.
"I do not doubt it, Miss Elizabeth," he returned. "But being in love does not automatically make one happy. In fact, it usually performs quite the opposite." Elizabeth studied his darkened features as he pronounced this to see the serious melancholy obviously written all over them.
"You make love sound like an awful experience, Sir," she laughed, as she attempted to lighten the conversation.
"It is, Miss Bennet," he said quite gravely. "Love has been known to kill many a sensible person... especially the unrequited kind." He is talking of me. He hates me... The conversation was getting slightly too sombre for the lady but she refused to drop it.
"Y-You speak as though you have experienced it," She stammered somewhat. He lifted his eyes towards her and Elizabeth felt her heart ache as she saw the tears in them. Before she could say she was wrong, that she was a blind fool and how in love with him she now was and how she thought of him every waking and unconscious moment... the door opened. Mr Bingley walked in and wanted to kick himself as he disturbed the couple once again. You are a useless matchmaker, Bingley. How are you ever to unite the pair if you never give them a moment's peace?
"Err... Bingley, how is Miss Jane?" Darcy suddenly inquired as he again stepped away from the lady. Noticing this gesture, Bingley wished Darcy would forget propriety and stop being so God Damn formal all the time! Why could he not just hold her hand... or better still, ask for it? Darcy turned to pour himself a glass of port as Elizabeth stared upon the floor... leaving Bingley to deduce they were as bad as one another!
"She is quite well, but is in dire need of her sister," He smiled warmly at his future sister, who excused herself immediately to go to Jane. With a curtsey to both gentleman (Bingley and Darcy's back) she exited the room and journeyed back up the stairs. Bingley used this opportunity to sigh deeply in the direction of his friend. Darcy did not turn but merely groaned;
"What is it, Bingley?" He poured himself another drink and his friend did well to grasp it from him before he poured it into his mouth.
"You are not to London?" Bingley asked, knowing full well Darcy would swap Utopia to being under a roof with Elizabeth.
"No." he said simply as he dropped to chair. Bingley rolled his blue eyes to the ceiling.
"Why do you not just ask her?"
"Don't you think I've tried, Bingley?" Darcy suddenly cried as he shot out of his seat, alarming his friend. "Don't you think I ask it a hundred times in my head every time I am in her company?"
"Just once out loud will suffice the answer you seek," Bingley sounded suddenly wise as he spoke, but Darcy merely shook his head. He advanced towards the decanter once again but Bingley blocked his way. Exasperatingly, he tried to explain.
"At Hunsford, I loved her half as obsessively as I do now and she destroyed me with her refusal..." He looked up at his friend and smiled dejectedly as he slumped back down to that chair. "I believe she would kill me if she did it again."
Chapter 26
"My dear Jane," she whispered into her long blond hair. "How I have missed you." She pulled away to glance at her sister's beautiful face, which betrayed only pure happiness.
"And I you, Lizzie," she sighed contentedly. "I have longed for weeks now to speak to you and now I finally can... in the happiest of circumstances."
"Even ill you look so bright and joyful," Elizabeth laughed then teasingly added. "I do not believe you looked so well last time we were in this very room a few months back, Miss Jane."
"I did not have his love back then, dearest." Jane smiled back shyly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but not in any annoyance for she smiled soon afterwards.
"You had his love upon his first seeing you. Even Lydia could see that!" Both giggled, though Jane in more timidity and shortly afterwards produced a dry cough. Grasping her sister's hand affectionately, Jane attempted to continue.
"Well, on the subject of Lydia... how was Brighton?" The look of expectancy on Jane's face froze Elizabeth's. How can I tell her of Wickham when she is finally so happy? There is no need to upset her...
"It was, err... quite interesting." Jane gave a concerned look.
"Interesting? Lizzie, with Lydia's constant tantrums and Mr Wickham's presence, it could not merely have been 'interesting'?" Elizabeth dropped her eyes down to her sister's hand.
"Mr Wickham is not the man we thought, Jane." The look upon her sister's face unsettled Elizabeth even further and she stood and released her hand.
"Lizzie?" she uttered, for she knew not how to approach such a, it seemed, delicate subject.
"Mr Wickham, he tried to..."
"Yes?"
"He attempted to..." Elizabeth voice trailed off as she slowly stopped. I cannot do this to her so close to her wedding. "...runaway with me."
"Runaway?" Her elder sister repeated incredulously. "He wished to elope?" Elizabeth laughed dryly.
"I do not believe he wished for marriage, if that is what you're implying."
"Dear God!" Jane whispered loudly, in quite some shock and disapproval. "Lizzie, are you quite sure?" The immediate tears that sprung to her sister's eyes convinced Jane she was and she could barely hold back her own as Elizabeth persisted in a shaky tone.
"I was a fool, Jane. I, who pride myself on being a good judge of character, fell for such a monster." Jane pushed back her covers and stood on her weak legs to embrace her sister. Elizabeth was appreciative of the comfort and realised how very much she would miss her sister when she married.
"Lizzie, do not blame yourself. He fooled us all," Jane said in a soothing voice as she sat Lizzie down on the foot of the bed. "Even Papa, who we both believe to be the most astute person of our acquaintance." Elizabeth continued to shake her head as she placed it in her hands, causing Jane to believe there as more to this business than her sister was willing to contribute.
"I got it all so wrong, Jane," she mumbled against her fingers. "Why did I choose the wrong one?" My God, she is in love with Mr Darcy...! I cannot believe Charles was right. Innocently, Jane inquired in a clueless tone,
"Who is the right one, dearest?" Elizabeth looked up at her sister with teary eyes and smiled.
"You never could lie to me, Jane. I think you already seem to know who the gentleman is." Jane nodded that she did and both were silent until there was a sudden knock on the door and Bingley entered as soon as permission was given.
"Elizabeth," he said breathlessly, implying to both he had run at top speed up his stairs and this stirred curiosity. "Forgive the intrusion but we have a guest who is demanding to see you."
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"Lady Catherine, why are you here?" Darcy inquired again as the elder sat firmly down on the sofa in the front room.
"Do not speak to me in that tone, Darcy," she said resolutely, paused and lifted her nose up at her nephew so her angry eyes were directed at him. "What has happened to you? What would your poor mother say if she were alive and witnessed what you were doing to the family?" Darcy had always thought his Aunt particularly rude, but never more so than now. Control your temper, she is one of the few relations I have and I cannot dissipate that relationship because of my irritation.
"I have not the pleasure in understanding you, Aunt Catherine," he said in a cool tone. "What have I performed to gain your, and apparently my mother's, bad opinion?"
"Your engagement, boy," Lady Catherine's voice boomed. "Your shaming the family with that country girl!" Darcy froze.
"M-My engagement?" he stammered as he stood and walked to the window, for he feared his face would give away any sign of his emotion. "To whom?"
"Miss Bennet to see you, Ma'am." Bingley said as he suddenly entered with Elizabeth. Both family members turned to Elizabeth... one with a look of disgust and the other with nothing but love. Elizabeth dared not look at Darcy under Lady Catherine's tenacious gaze but merely bowed and attempted civility.
"Lady Catherine. It is an honour to see you again." Lady Catherine stood, causing all members of the room to hold their breath.
"I am sure it is, Miss Bennet," she said archly. Without looking away from the lady she spoke haughtily.
"Mr Bingley, I was wondering if there was a room where I could speak to Miss Bennet... in private." Bingley fumbled over himself and managed to utter that there was and directed both women there immediately as Darcy merely stared after them in despair.
As soon as the gentleman left the room, Lady Catherine sat and looked up shrewdly upon Elizabeth... who was not at all put off by her Ladyship.
"What can I do for you, Lady Catherine?" she asked in disinterested and casual tone. "I would be far too arrogant to believe this trip is merely to wish my happiness and health."
"You ought to know not to trifle with me, Miss Bennet." Lady Catherine started dangerously. "I believe you know fully well what has prompted me to come all that distance from Rosings to call upon you."
"Well, now I am convinced it is not a social visit," Elizabeth said coolly. "I must say, Lady Catherine, I cannot begin to appreciate why you are calling upon me." Lady Catherine narrowed both eyes before she began.
"A report of an alarming nature reached me, Miss Bennet, concerning your attachment to my nephew Mr Darcy," Lady Catherine did not pause to look upon Elizabeth astonished expression. "I had heard that he travelled from Derbyshire to Brighton to secure your affections... and to ask for your hand in marriage."
"Whom did you hear from that he came to Brighton?" Elizabeth breathed incredulously but Lady Catherine discounted her as she carried on determinably.
"Do not play with me, Miss Bennet, you know I shall not endure it. Answer me yes or no. Are you engaged to my nephew?"