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Chapter 1
Posted On: Sunday, 24 November 2002, at 1:30 p.m.
"... and she assured me of her brother knowing me to be in town, but that he at present is to much engaged with Mr. Darcy and his sister. Therefore I can no longer go without concluding, that Mr. Bingley now no longer cares for me."
With a sigh Jane signed the letter. It was true. Every word that had been written was real. Mr. Bingley did not care for her anymore... she felt tears coming up, and quickly rubbed them away with her hands. She could not cry now. Not now. But it was all so unreal. That kind, gentle man who had seen to her every needs when she had been sick in his house, who had danced with her at every assembly or ball, who, she thought, had cared for her? But no, he was gone, and she would probably never see him again.
"Good morning, My Dear niece!"
"Hello Aunt. I trust you slept well?"
"Very well, thank you. Now, I was thinking of going to the shops today. I would just love to buy a few dresses or bonnets. Would you care to join me?"
"Of course! I could never refuse you!" Jane spoke with a cheeriness that was not felt by her. Her mouth smiled, but her eyes looked sad. Mrs. Gardiner also noticed, but decided not to comment at it. She felt that when it would become serious, Jane would come to her, but still she would keep an eye on her.
"That is settled then! Now can you be ready in about half an hour? I have to settle something with the housekeeper first."
"All right, Aunt"
With a smile Mrs. Gardiner left the room, and Jane was alone. The Gardiner children were probably upstairs with their maids and nurses, and Mr. Gardiner, she believed, was in his study.
She tried to eat something, but could not think about food without getting sick. So she left the breakfast room with an empty stomach, and went to the library. Maybe there was a book that would calm her spirits. She tried a few sonnets first, because a friend of her, Emma Woodhouse, always was recommending them, but found they only made her sadder, with all those sonnets about 'true love'.
She sighed and put the book back. Walking slowly past the bookcases she searched for another book, without actually seeing the titles her eyes were passing.
Her mind drifted to Bingley. Was he happy? Was he really in love with Miss Darcy? She had heard many stories about the young lady in question, which had always been very positive. No wonder Bingley loved her.
She shook her head slightly. This pondering was not getting her anywhere.
Seeing that reading was not working out, she left the library. Outside, she stood still. Where now? To the music room? No, she couldn't play the pianoforte very well. To the nursery? Yes, that was probably a good idea. The children liked her and would take her mind of... Charles Bingley.
Jane spent the next twenty minutes with her cousins, who indeed were happy to see her. They played with great pleasure with her, and were all very sad when she had to go. Jane gave them all a small kiss in their foreheads, and then went to make herself ready for her outing with Mrs. Gardiner.
When Jane came downstairs, Mrs. Gardiner was there, waiting for her already. She apologised for being late, but her Aunt excused that kindly, saying she had come right in time, but that she had been early. The carriage was called, and soon they were on their way. Jane and Mrs. Gardiner chatted amiably, and Jane forgot all her worries about Mr. Bingley.
Soon they reached the shops. Mrs. Gardiner expressed a wish to visit a dressmaker, so soon they found themselves in the shop of a Mrs. Benson.
"Mrs. Gardiner! What a pleasure to see you again!" Mrs. Benson cried as soon as they came in.
"Mrs. Benson. Always a pleasure to see you." Mrs. Gardiner kindly said, and then gestured towards Jane. "This is my niece, Miss Jane Bennet."
"Pleased to meet you, Miss" Mrs. Benson said, and Jane said polite "How do you do."
"So, Mrs. Gardiner," Mrs. Benson said when al the niceties were over, "how can I help you today?"
"Well, I would like to get a new ball gown for my niece here." Mrs. Gardiner said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Jane was surprised. "Oh, My Dear Aunt! No, that is too much. A ball gown, no!"
"Jane, there is no way you could take me off my plan. No, I thought that a beautiful gown is just what you need, since we are to go to the ball at the Hampbells in a week, you know."
Jane remembered the invitation had come yesterday, but had not really thought about what she would ware.
"Yes, but I have some gowns still. Really, you don't have to inconvenience yourself so much."
"Jane... it is no inconvenience at all, so Mr. Gardiner agreed with me this morning. I will get you a dress."
She was about to response, but Mrs. Gardiner left no room for discussion, and inquired with Mrs. Benson if she had some pretty dresses.
Mrs. Benson reacted enthusiastically, and got some dresses from the back of the shop. There were some very ugly dresses, who were quickly dismissed by Mrs. Gardiner, but also some very beautiful.
Jane immediately fell in love with a salmon coloured gown, and was quick to inform Mrs. Gardiner of her choice.
"Look at that one! How beautiful it is!"
"Indeed! A good choice Miss!" Mrs. Benson agreed.
"Aunt, may I have that one? It is so beautiful!"
"Of course, Jane, if that is your choice. I think it indeed most beautiful, and I am sure it will become you most handsomely." She nodded at Mrs. Benson, who then took the gown and Jane to the back, to fit and look if there would be some adjustments needed. Jane was back soon, and they were told to pick up the dress in two days. After greeting Mrs. Benson, they went out.
"Aunt! I thank you again and again, for being so kind to me! It is really to much!"
"Oh My Dear Jane, I just hope you are happy with it. Mr. Gardiner and I had agreed that the least we could do was this, after all, having you with us is always a pleasure, and the children enjoy is greatly to. We shudder to think of your returning to Longbourn. However, we know that time will come someday. Till then we want to make the best of it"
Jane embraced her Aunt. "Thank you for your kind words. I always find it a pleasure staying with you and Uncle Gardiner."
They both smiled, and then decided it would be best if they returned home now. Mrs. Gardiner had to make a call on an acquaintance, and Jane expected Emma for a visit this afternoon.
Chapter 2
"Miss Emma Woodhouse, ma'am," the butler announced, and Emma came in.
Emma and Jane had met each other a few years ago when they had both been in London for the same wedding. Emma's sister had married an acquaintance of the Bennets, and when they had talked there, they had discovered they had some shared interests, and could get along very well. Of course Emma was more forward than Jane was, but they filled each other in perfectly. From then, they had met as often as possible, and had had a regular correspondence.
"Jane! How nice to see you! How are you?" As always Emma seemed like a happy schoolgirl, and in her company one would find it impossible to be sad or depressed.
"Emma, how good to see you. As you see I am just fine."
"I am glad to hear it. I am staying with my sister and her husband, since papa wouldn't go to town, and am really happy you are here also. It has been a while, has it not?
"Yes, I'd say six months at the very least. Anyway, I'm just glad to see you. Is everything all right with your father? Does he still have problems with his health?
"Yes, actually he still does a little. I at first did not wanted to go, but John and Isabelle kept insisting on my getting out of the village once. So I have made sure my brother-in-law, who lives but a few miles away, will keep an eye on Papa when I am away."
"That sounds comforting. Your brother-in-law is Mr. Knightly, right?"
"Yes, he is indeed. The best man you can imagine, but also pretty irritating sometimes, I tell you. Like he thinks he is my father, lecturing me around... hmmpf."
"I am sure he means kind. He probably only wants to help you!"
"Right. Well, anyway, where is that Mr. Bingley you wrote about in your last letter? Is he in town?"
At the mention of Mr. Bingley Jane turned completely red, and lowered her eyes down at her folded hands in her lap. She tried to think of an answer, but could not think of anything.
"Jane? I am sorry, have I distressed you? Oh, me and my big mouth always. I really am very sorry."
"It... it is all right. I... I think I can speak of him now, it just..."
"You don't have to tell me you know. I'll admit I am deadly curious, but if you are not comfortable with it, then please do not let me force you into anything. I'll wait."
"Thanks... but I think I can, no, I know I can tell you."
"Are you sure? You really don't have to! I don't want to be held responsible by your Aunt and Uncle for destroying your mood!"
A small smile broke through, and Emma was satisfied with herself.
"No, my Aunt and Uncle would hardly do such a thing. No, I'll tell you."
Jane related the whole story to Emma, from his coming to Meryton to the meeting with his sister, here in London.
Emma was silent throughout the whole story, except for some disgusted snorts here and there whenever Miss Bingley happened to come in the whole.
"...and then she said that he knows of my being in town, but is at present much to engaged with Mr. Darcy and his sister." Jane ended with a sigh. "So he is gone."
Emma was silent a few seconds after that, but the silence didn't last long.
"May I give some comments?"
"By all means, do."
"Well, this I could not really get out of your story, but do you like Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst?"
"Yes. Last time Caroline did give me bad news, but there is no reason I could not still like her because of that, is there?"
"Well, let me tell you, and don't be shocked, but I know these Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, and I think they are the most horrible persons I have ever met! Apart from Mrs. Elton that is."
"No! Don't say such things. You have probably misunderstood them."
"No, no, I certainly have not misunderstood them. Let me tell you a story of my dealings with Miss Bingley. I met her first on a ball, here in London. She was oh so very kind towards me, a little to sweet I'd say. Well anyway, we met next on a ball a few moths later, and there my brother, then still a bachelor, was also invited. Now, do you know what Miss Bingley did, that whole evening long?"
"No?" Jane said in a tiny voice .
"Well, she followed my brother around the whole evening, together with that horrible sister of hers. They were giggling, flirting and I know not what else!"
"Oh..."
"Now, shall I tell you what Miss Bingley is?"
"Yes?"
"A fortune-hunter and a terrible liar!"
"But... no! Are you really sure you do not mean another Miss Bingley?"
"A big-nosed, always looking like an orange in her dresses, blackhaired woman!"
"Yes..."
"Are you very shocked?"
"Well, she was my friend, Emma! What am I to do now?"
"Well... do not be her friend anymore, I'd say. Really, I assure you, you really don't want to be friends with that woman!"
"Oh..."
"Will you promise me you won't associate with that woman anymore?"
"Are you really sure?"
"Very sure"
"Uhm... all right then."
Chapter 3
Posted On: Wednesday, 27 November 2002, at 9:35 a.m.
When Emma was gone, Jane was left very confused. Was Emma right? Was Miss Bingley really that bad? But... she had always been so kind, so very friendly, as had Mrs. Hurst. Although, had Lizzy not hated her too? Then it must be so... how very odd!
She tried to remember a piece of her conversation with Emma, because her mind told her it was important. Now... what had Emma said again? Oh yes... 'A fortune-hunter and a terrible liar!' What did she mean with the 'terrible liar'? Had Miss Bingley lied to her once? But that was shocking! Though... maybe this was all a misunderstanding. Maybe Emma had misunderstood Miss Bingleys actions all the time! Yes, that could be so!
She let out a deep sigh, just as her youngest niece entered the room.
"Hello" Jane quickly said, trying to compose herself.
"Jaaaaaaane! We all miss you very much! Come and play! Come!"
The little girl ran towards her, and grabbed her hand.
"Oh, no, no I am very sorry, but I cannot. I have to do something."
"What?"
"Uhm... write a letter to my sister," Jane lied, begging forgiveness for her lie.
"Oh. How long will that take?"
"Uhm... I do no know. Half an hour?"
"That's long"
"Yes, it is indeed."
"So will you come upstairs after you are done?"
"No, I don't think so. Maybe after dinner."
The little girl pouted, and was trying to cry. Jane hided her smile, and gave her niece a quick kiss on the forehead.
"Now, go back to your sisters, little one."
The girl hobbled back again, and was soon out of sight. Jane got back to her thoughts.
Ooohh... why was everything so complicated? That entire thing with Mr. Bingley... she knew she had to forget him, but just couldn't get herself to do so. It was all just terribly frustrating! And now this thing with Miss Bingley...
Footsteps were heard in the hall, and Jane realised she would probably much interrupted if she stayed here, therefore went to her room.
In her room, she let herself fall on the bed with a sob. All those things she didn't understood, all those persons who left her, all those mysteries! It was just too much for her, and soon she was softly crying in her pillow.
A soft knock on the door was heard. "Jane?"
Jane shot up. She recognised the voice. Her aunt could not see her like this!
"W...wait a moment. I'll be right th... there."
She jumped off her bed and ran towards her mirror, trying to put her hair back in place and erase the traces of tears around her eyes. This was the best she could do.
"Come in!"
"Ah, there you are. Is everything all right?" Mrs. Gardiner asked, noticing the disarranged state of her niece's hair and her big red eyes. She had been crying, that much was visible.
"Yes, everything is quite all right, thank you." Jane said, to quickly to sound convincing.
Her Aunts eyebrow shot up. "Really? Well, I just came to you to say that dinner is ready in twenty minutes. I'll see you then." With that she turned and left the room.
That was a short but powerful visit. It was clear her Aunt didn't believe a word she said. But maybe she was overreacting? Jane wondered. After all, the only two things in her mind were Mr. Bingleys disinterest in her and Miss Bingleys bad character. There, if you listed it up like that, it didn't sounded so very dreadful. Actually, it just wasn't very dreadful! She just had to forget Mr. Bingley, which would probably take some time, and as for Miss Bingley, she was done with her! That was an excellent plan indeed, Jane convinced herself. It was the only thing she could do if she didn't want to spend the rest of her time in London crying!
She had finally decided what to do. With a smile she made herself ready for dinner. I have control over things now, she thought.
The next day, Jane and her Aunt went to the shops again, to pick up Jane's gown. It was just as beautiful as the day before, and Jane was very satisfied with it. Back at home again, Jane got a short letter from Emma, who asked her if she would come and dine with her and her father the day following. Permission to go from her Aunt and Uncle was shortly after received, and Jane was glad to oblige Emma, and quickly let a servant send a note back with her acceptance.
After that, there was actually nothing to do. Jane was deeply bored, and therefore started on a new handkerchief, with red roses on it. Time was passing slowly, and she was glad when it was finally diner-time.
Chapter 4
The day following, there was something to look forward to. Jane really liked Emma, and was anxiously awaiting the afternoon, when she would go to her friend.
But in the morning, a few other things had to be done. Mrs. Gardiner had to call on some acquaintances, and asked Jane to come with her. Jane, who was not really looking forward to it but didn't wanted to disappoint her Aunt, told her she would go with her.
The first call was a lady and her daughter. The daughter was nice, but not really Jane's type. The second call was on an old lady, who was very sweet and very kind towards Jane. This way the morning went on, and Jane enjoyed some visits more than others.
But there was one that jumped out. It was a visit to Mrs. Brinkelsdale, a middle-aged woman, who liked to gossip and meddle into somebody else's life. If you needed information about anyone, she was your man.
As spreading new gossip was her job, they had not been inside long before she started off.
"Now, have you heard it yet?" she asked, and moved on without waiting for an answer. "Lord Baldrick, you know, the man of that respected family, has been seen in one of the worst parts of London! Now, normally this can be easily explained, but do you know what he was doing? He was giving money to a very strange young man, not a beggar, surely, but one of those filthy types! A friend of mine, who saw them, told me that they had been looking very mysterious, and had avoided eye contact with anyone in the street! Now, isn't that scandalous? I really wonder if those Counts and Lords of these days have some sense! Maybe Mr. Baldrick has even gambled! Who knows what he has been up to! And then, my friend informed me, they had whispered something to one another, with sly looks on their faces. And do you know what happened next? The man he had been talking to, the young man, had suddenly shouted a very filthy word, and ran away with an angry look! Now what do you say to that? Isn't it scandalous? When I hear such stories, my hart just races in my breast, and I am just wondering what will become of this world!"
She finally stopped, and Jane was glad because she had been wondering when the woman would find time to breath.
Mrs. Gardiner pretended to be interested, and said: "Why, is that so? I totally agree with you, the young men of these days can be very scandalous sometimes." A small smile played around her lips, but Mrs. Brinkelsdale didn't noticed.
"Yes, indeed they are, Mrs. Gardiner! Finally someone who knows what I am talking of! You know, I believe parents just don't teach their children how to behave anymore! Just a few days ago, I invited a nice young man I met a few months ago over, because I heard he had returned to town. Now, do you know what I got in response? I small letter, blotted all over with something like: 'Sorry, can't come, don't feel very well' Now what do you say to that? These young men do not know their obligations anymore! No, Mr. Bingley has spoiled it with me. I blame him very hard for that inexcusable note"
Jane stopped breathing at the mention of Mr. Bingley. This woman knew him! Oh no, just as she was trying to forget him, which had been working all right because now she only thought of him once every minute, someone would go and mention him again! It was just no fair!
Her interest was totally excited, and she waited anxiously for Mrs. Brinkelsdale to continue.
"Well, I just hope he is happy now. Though I must say I have heard of very strange reports about him. My cousin, who's brother-in-law's cousin's friend is a servant at Mr. Bingleys townhouse, told me that he has locked himself in his library for quite a few weeks now! Apparently he doesn't let's anybody in, except for a servant who brings him food and his best friend, Mr. Darcy. I must say, I really am curious about what has happened there, but nobody seems to know! It is all very vexing! I have already paid numerous calls to that odious Miss Bingley, but she just doesn't wants to tell me! When I ask where her brother is, she gets really snappish, and says he is attending to some work, but that that is none of my business. I am almost giving up of ever finding out what is going one there! Maybe I should just call on Mr. Darcy once..." she said thoughtfully, "He has recently returned from his Aunt, I hear, so maybe I should see what he has to say..."
Jane could see disaster written all over that plan, and quickly said: "No, ma'am, I think that is not a very good idea!"
Mrs. Brinkelsdale immediately turned her head, and looked at Jane from nose to feet.
"Really? And how is that so?"
If there had been some way to turn back time, she would have done it. Jane wished she could become invisible right now. Insulting one of her Aunts friend was not a good way of thanking for their kind hospitality. She shot Mrs. Gardiner a sorry look, but her Aunt seemed lost in thought.
"Well... I... it's just..." she became desperate. What was she to say now? "Well... I have... met Mr. Darcy and... I just don't think that... uhm... he will say anything to you about... Mr. Bingley."
"Hmmm... you say you have met Mr. Darcy? Tell me, didn't you Aunt just tell me you were from Meryton, a small village in Hertfordshire? And can it not possibly be that you know Mr. Bingley to? According to the reports he has let an estate in Hertfordshire, isn't that right?"
Mrs. Brinkelsdale wasn't interested anymore in the fact Jane had just slighted her, but probably had her mind working on full speed. New gossip that could be spread waved through her head.
But Jane wasn't intimidated. She reminded herself of the fact that she didn't cared for Mr. Bingley anymore, so that this gossip Mrs. Brinkelsdale was forming in her head, had to be taken care of right away.
"Yes, I live in Meryton indeed, at Longbourn to be exact. Mr. Bingley moved into our neighbourhood some months ago, and led Netherfield Park. I have seen him a couple of times at some assembles, but have not had the real chance of knowing him very well. I have only seen him from distances." The last part was partly true. She had thought she knew him, but had been very much mistaken. If you looked at it like that, she indeed had only seen him from a distance.
"Ah, is that so?" Mrs. Brinkelsdale said, sounding a little bit vague.
"Yes"
An uncomfortable silence fell. Mrs. Gardiner jumped in.
"Jane, I think we have to take our leave now. We have more people to visit!"
"All right, Aunt. Good-bye Mrs. Brinkelsdale. It was a pleasure meeting you."
" It was a pleasure meeting you too, My Dear. Good bye" the lady answered, and then took her good-byes of Mrs. Gardiner.
Back at home, Jane realised that she had been neglecting her nephews and nieces a bit, so decided to spend the rest of her day upstairs. This decision was met with great enthusiasm from her cousins, who were but all to glad to keep her busy.
When it was becoming time for Jane to make herself ready for dinner at Emma's house, she greeted her cousins and went to her room. There she rang for a maid to assist her.
"Miss Jane Bennet" the manservant announced.
"Jane! How good of you to come!" Emma said, rising to greet her guest.
"Emma! I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."
"Have a seat please. I am sorry my brother and sister couldn't join us, but they were engaged elsewhere."
"Ah, yes. And how is your father?"
"Very well. In the last letter I received from Mr. Knightley, he said all was going well, so I guess I should trust his judgement."
"I am glad to hear it."
"And, I am sorry to ask you, but have you seen Miss Bingley lately?"
"No. She hasn't showed herself, and to the letter I wrote her before your visit, I haven't had any response."
"I am very glad to hear it. But let us talk of something else, we shall not let Miss Bingley ruin our evening, won't we?"
"You are very right indeed."
The evening passed on pleasantly, and the Bingleys were talked of no more, for which Jane was very glad. She enjoyed both Emma's company and conversation The dinner was one of excellent quality, and this was one of those rare evenings that one enjoys thoroughly.
All were sorry when she had to go, but as it was, the carriage was called, and Jane was soon home again.
The rest of the week before the ball passed pleasantly enough. The day after her dinner with Emma, Jane passed with some reading and chatting with her Aunt or Uncle. The next day Jane spend with sewing on her new handkerchief, and occasionally reading in a book she had started in the previous day. In this way, the remaining of the week passed. Nothing spectacular happened.
Then it was suddenly the night. The night of the ball.
Jane stared at her reflection. Wow, was that her! She knew she was not plain, her mother had told her that very often, but now she just had to admit she was looking very beautiful!
When she was totally prepared, she went downstairs to meet her Aunt and Uncle. They were there, waiting for her.
"My Dear, you look very beautiful" Mr. Gardiner said while he send a knowing glance towards his wife.
"Indeed Jane. I am not sure if we will be able to shield you form all those young men that no doubt will come for you now!" Her Aunt said with a smile.
"Indeed, I am not sure we can. Ah... look, the carriage is ready. Let's go!" Her uncle said.
It was now about half an hour after the Gardiners had arrived at the ball, and Jane and Mrs. Gardiner were talking with the hostess, a Mrs. Hampbell.
Jane was not really taking a big part in the conversation, she said something now and then and answered when she was asked something. She looked around the ballroom, searching the crowd for a familiar face. As her gaze passed the entrance of the room, she suddenly saw a familiar tall figure:
Mr. Darcy was here.
Chapter 5
Posted On: Saturday, 7 December 2002, at 7:22 a.m.
She felt her breath rhythm increase. What was he doing here? And what if he had his friend along with him? Oh no, wait a second, she reminded herself, you don't care about that anymore! Mr. Bingley is forgotten, so what if he is here? No, you just have to greet Mr. Darcy, like any acquaintance would do.
She made her excuses to Mrs. Hampbell and her Aunt, and then walked over to Mr. Darcy. He stood with his back to her, but she spoke anyway.
"I had not expected you to be here, Mr. Darcy" she said kindly
He turned around and had a look of great surprise on his face. Oh no, how stupid I am! He thought, after all the grief I caused her... which her sister also explained to me in a rather painful manner. How can I look her in the eye?
"Miss... Miss Bennet! How do you do?"
"Very well, thank you. And how are you Sir?"
"Fine, thank you." He said a little stiff. Right, that is a little lie, but she will probably hear the truth soon enough from her sister...
"I have heard you just came back from a visit to your aunt?" Jane inquired
"Yes, Lady Catherine the Bourgh. She lives in Hunsford, and my cousin and I always visit her with Easter." Does she knows anything already?
Aaaah... Hunsford, I'll bet he has met Lizzy then "Oh really? Hunsford you say? Is Lady Catherine not the patroness of my nephew, Mr. Collins?"
Oh Lord, she probably wants to know something about her sister!"Ah, yes I believe so."
Come on, Mr. Darcy, just give me the answer I want to hear!"Hmm, then you must have met my sister while you were visiting you Aunt! She was staying with the Collinses!"
Why did she had to bring that up?!"Yes, indeed, I have had that pleasure once or twice," he answered even more stiffly and loooking extremely uncomfortable. Jane felt that maybe that was why he changed the subject after this.
"And do you enjoy your stay in town, Miss Bennet?"
Grandpa's funeral gave me more pleasure! "Indeed, Sir, I do so very much. Staying with my Aunt and Uncle is always a pleasure" Forgive me this lie!
Was her sister wrong then? "I am glad to hear it Miss Bennet. Have you met many acquaintances already during your visit?" I cannot believe Elizabeth could have been wrong! Just give me a clue Jane! I'll do anything!
What is he playing at? Doesn't he knows this subject is killing me? "Well... yes...no, a few but... well... not everyone... I mean... well..." She took in a deep breath. This was not working. "I mean, I have met a few, but not everyone I would have wished to see again." Oh my God, what will Mr. Darcy think now? Will he think me too forward?
It was exactly at that moment that Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy wished he could turn back time.
Chapter 6
Posted On: Monday, 16 December 2002, at 10:29 a.m.
Since it isn't possible to turn back time in reality, Mr. Darcy acknowledged he was having a few problems. One: he was the cause that this girl was heartbroken. Two: he had to tell the truth to her, so that she and Charles could meet again. And three: he had to tell Charles.
Now these were not exactly favourite problems of Mr. Darcy. Problems in his business he liked, cause they formed a challenge and made sure he would not get bored. But this was different.
Jane and Mr. Darcy had ended their conversation, and she had returned to her Aunt. Mr. Darcy was walking round the ballroom, lost in thought and absolutely not paying attention to anything around him. He was thinking over the problem of how to tell Jane, o'course, and decided that whether he liked it or not, he had to tell her off his misplaced interference. It just had to be done, and it had to be done fast. He decided that tonight was not a very good timing, because she would probably be upset by his confession, and he would not want to upset her in the middle of a huge crowd. But this evening was probably the only chance he could get. Since he was not acquainted with her Aunt and Uncle, it would be a little improper to visit her at Gracechurch Street, and writing a letter was even worse, if he wanted to do it in a gentleman-like way, without raising all speculations of the Ton.
No, he had to decide, and he had to make a decision fast. Waiting was not getting Miss Bennet, Charles nor himself anywhere.
"Jane!"
"Emma!" Jane cried as soon as she heard her friend cry her name. "Hello!"
"Hi, how are you Jane?"
"I'm very well, thank you. How are you? And John and Isabella?"
"I'm just fine, and John and Isabella as well."
"Very well. Are they here too?"
"Yes, I believe they are talking to Mrs. Brinkelsdale. Poor them" She added with a whisper.
Jane giggled. Emma was right, talking to Mrs. Brinkelsdale was not really to be called pleasant. If you were allowed to talk at all.
"Indeed! I pity them!" she whispered between giggles
"That brings me to another person... guess who came to me yesterday?"
".........?"
"Miss Darcy!"
"Mr. Darcy's sister?"
"Indeed."
"Hmm... I have heard many praises about her, but have never met her in person before. Is she nice?"
"Indeed. She is a very sweet girl, but also very shy and careful if she comes into company. Therefore I was also very glad to see her, cause it is not good for a girl that young to hide away in her house, I think."
"No indeed. And did she have a reason for visiting? Or was she just stopping by?"
"Well, actually, at first she said there was no particular reason, though I did not really believed that. But I realised that we were sitting with my brother and sister, and that if I wanted her to open up, we had to be alone. So I asked her to join me for a walk to the park, and there she seemed to relax more, and told me her reason for visiting." Here Emma stopped, and Jane wished she could make her continue.
"Yes? Well? What was her reason then?" she inquired impatiently.
Emma took in a deep breath, to make it look more dramatic.
"You take delight in teasing me!" Jane exclaimed.
"No, I do not!"
"Yes you do!"
"Oh well... I actually do indeed. You are right."
"Ha! There I got you!" Jane cried and both laughed. When she was able to speak again, Jane asked "So, tell me now, what was her reason for visiting?"
"Hmm... well... she asked me for some help."
Jane waited for Emma to continue, but that didn't happen, so she asked: "What kind of help?"
"Well, she explained some things to me, and asked me to help her with it."
"Emma!" Jane cried in vexation, "Stop being so vague! Just tell me what was the matter with Miss Darcy, and stop turning around the point! Aarghh!"
"All right, all right. I'll start at the beginning. Miss Darcy and I were walking in the park, as I told you already. First she asked me if I enjoyed my stay in town and if my father was in good health, you know, the standard polite questions. Then I asked her if she enjoyed her stay in town and..."
"Does this story has any point?"
"Shhhh! I am there almost!"
"All right, all right, continue please."
"Only if you won't interrupt anymore!"
"Okay, promise."
"Right, finally. Now, where was I... oh right, I just asked Miss Darcy about her stay in town, and she said it was tolerable enough. So I asked how her brother was, and there she looked at me with her big blue eyes, and she looked like she could burst out crying any moment. So I was alarmed right away, and led her to a bench, away from the crowd where no one could see us. And I was right, for we were just seated when tears began to flow, and she began sobbing on my shoulder. I tried to comfort her as best as I could, and after a while she seemed to calm down a little. Then I asked her what was the matter. Well, first I could not understand a word she was saying, so I said to her that she should calm down a little bit more before trying to answer me. Now, about ten minutes later she was able to speak again. Do you know what was the matter?"
"No, but you are no doubt going to tell me now..." Jane said
"Indeed. Well, it were a combination of factors that were bothering her really. Firstly: her brother is completely ignoring her for some mysterious reason. She told me he sits in his library for hours, and lets nobody in. Secondly: Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst have made it a hobby of theirs to visit Georgiana every morning! The poor girl is so afraid of Miss Bingley, and is really getting traumatised by her daily visits. And then thirdly: it seems that Mr. Bingley is in the same state that Mr. Darcy is in. Georgiana told me Mr. Darcy visits Charles often, but that she is never allowed to come with her brother."
"Oh."
"Indeed. But there is something else she told me. Wanna hear?"
"Okay."
"Well, she told me that she had discovered the reason for Mr. Bingley's weird behavior."
"And.....?"
"Well, I shall literally repeat what she said. She said: ... and then that afternoon I went to Williams study, because I had enough of his absence the whole morning. I entered, and then I suddenly discovered that Mr. Bingley was there also. They were talking together very seriously, and had not yet noticed me because their backs were turned to me, so I just stood there, with the door half opened, and listened. It was however, not long before I was discovered, so all I could make out of their conversation is that Mr. Bingley was deeply in love with a girl he had met while in Hertfordshire, but that he had had to leave her there or something like that. I don't know what William thought of it all, but Charles was visibly heartbroken..."
There Emma stopped, and looked at Jane with a knowing smile. "So Jane, it looks like your Mr. Bingley is not as untouched by you as you seem to think!"
No response.
"Jane! Did you hear what I just said?" Emma cried.
"S...sorry, w....what?" A small blush was forming on Jane's cheeks.
"Did you hear anything at all from what I just told you?"
"Y... yes, I heard you perfectly." You have no idea how perfect!
"So? Do you realise what this means?"
"No"
Emma was stunned. "What?!"
"No"
"Why not? I think it is all perfectly clear!"
"Not, it just is not possible!"
"How so?"
"Because he has known of my being on town all these months! So why hasn't he called on me then!" It was not that she actually believed what she was saying, but she just couldn't believe what Emma had just told her.
"Hmm... well, I've got my suspicions. Remember the first visit I brought you at your Aunt and Uncle's house a few weeks ago?"
"Yes..." Right, where's this going?
"Remember what we talked about?"
"Yes, Miss Bingley I believe."
"Indeed. Now, then I told you my opinion of her. I believe my exact words were: 'A fortune-hunter and a terrible liar!'. My reasons for calling her a fortune-hunter were clear, I think, but did you never wonder why I called her a terrible liar?"
"Well, yes, I actually did, right after you left, but I forgot to mention it to you later."
"Wanna know why?"
"All right"
"She has actually lied to me, my family and some of my acquaintance several times already! Therefore I see 'a terrible liar' as a good title for that woman. She is just a little rat, keeping things from you that you should know, or telling things that will hurt you and are not even true."
"....." Excuse me?
"Are you all right?"
"Indeed, I am all right. I'm just a little shocked, that's all. But you are forgetting to tell me why you brought your description of Miss Bingley up in the first place. It had something to do with Mr. Bingley's knowing me to be in town?"
"Ah yes, right you are. I suspect that that horrible woman said Mr. Bingley knew you to be in town, but that he in fact does not knows about a thing! I can be wrong of course, but I have my sources..." There's your reason!
"Oh my God! That is terrible!" Can she be right? Am I allowed to hope?
"Yes it is. But I am not sure of course. But I know a way to become sure."
"Really?" Do I sense a matchmaking-scheme coming up here?
"Yes" I'll get you two together again, be sure of that!
"How? Fill me in!"
"Will you go with me for a ride through town tomorrow?"
"Uhm... sure, I believe I am not supposed to go somewhere. Why?"
"Well, I would just love a ride. Maybe we can go a little further than normal, maybe go to the better parts of London?" Now I am being very subtle for sure!
"Emma... what are you playing at? Tell me!" I believe I was right! She is definitely up to something!
"There's no reason! I just want to take a ride! Is there anything more natural than that?" This is the point where I should start whistling...
"Emma..." Come on!
"Really! It would just be very fortunate if a certain gentleman would see us pass by, but there is no further reason!," she hastily added.
Jane sighted to herself. So that was where Emma was up to. She knew that arguing was pointless, for Emma would never give in. So it looked like she would be going for a ride tomorrow...
When Emma's decision for going for ride tomorrow was made, the two girls went separated ways. Jane was asked for two dances by a young navy-officer, named Derek Hillson. He was a tall gentleman, with black hair and very bright blue eyes who made the contrast with his hair even larger. Altogether he was a pleasant companion, charming in every way and very much liking to hear the sound of his own voice, Jane soon discovered
When the dance was over, he obliged her with a story that so many young women these days were mostly terrible thirsty at a ball while in a conversation but that none ever admitted it. So he asked her if he could provide her a glass of punch.
Jane, who really thought him a nice man but did not want to encourage him too much, quickly assured him of her being in every way comfortable and not the least thirsty, and then excused herself. She wished to leave the room quick, and therefore did not notice the man in the doorpost until she bumped into him.
"Oh, forgive me Sir, I..." She began, but stopped when she looked up and recognised the gentleman. "Mr. Darcy! I am terribly sorry Sir, it was foolish of me not to look where I was going."
"Do not trouble yourself Miss Bennet, it is all right."
"Thank you Sir."
A silence fell, and Jane wanted to resume her pace, but stopped as Mr. Darcy addressed her again.
"Are you enjoying your evening Miss Bennet?" He asked.
"Yes Sir, thank you. The Hampbells have made quite a good job in organising, and deserve much praise about it!"
"Indeed! And tell me Miss Bennet, how long may the people in London enjoy your company before you return to Hertfordshire?"
Jane felt her cheeks flush. In Hertfordshire she had barely spoken five words with this man, all she knew about him had come from Mr. Bingley, and now he was complimenting her! "I... my departure is planned in one-and-a-half week."
"I see. Do you look forward to going home?"
"Well... yes, in some ways. It is mostly peaceful and quiet in Meryton, while here in London everyone in busy and never has time for anything. But I do enjoy my stay with the Gardiners, for they are my favourite Aunt and Uncle. I am sure you cannot imagine more pleasant people to stay with."
"I am glad you enjoy it Miss Bennet, and am most sorry to see you leave for Hertfordshire so soon already." All right, now I have to tell her something... I cannot tell her all, I will tell her everything later... but she has to know something! Yes, that is it! "Uhm... Miss Bennet, the reason for my disappointment is actually... well... I believe that... uhm... last time I talked to Miss Bingley, she had... forgotten to tell Charles, that... uhm... you were in town. So... I was planning on enlightening him and... uh... I'm sure he would appreciate that. And... uh... well... the reason I am sorry is because he now only has... well... this short time to... uhm... renew his... acquaintance with you." He took in a deep breath. He had been stuttering like a fool, but was quite sure she had understood what he had been trying to say. So on to the next dilemma: how would she react?
Jane suddenly felt extremely hot, and very uncomfortable in discussing this with Mr. Darcy in the middle of a ball. He was looking at her rather expectantly and nervous at the same time, and was obviously waiting for some kind of response. She tried to calm herself; she took several deep breathes, clasped her hands to release them shortly after to rub her face and shuffled her foot 'till she almost fell over.
Mr. Darcy watched all this in horror. He saw her attempts to say anything on several moments, but every time she opened her mouth, nothing came from it, and she closed it soon after. When about a minute had passed in silence and observation on Mr. Darcy's part, Jane however spoke in a tiny voice:
"I... Mr. Darcy... " Nothing seemed to come from it, and then she took a deep breath, where after she almost whispered, "I am sorry, excuse me Sir," and walked away.
Darcy just stared after her, hoping he had not affronted her by speaking of so a private matter so openly and wishing it was morning, when he could talk to his friend.
She took in a deep breath. Waking so soon already after lying half the night awake... she was very tired but felt like it was impossible to sleep again. Images of yesterday night flooded through her head. Firstly her conversation with Mr. Darcy. How shocked she had been, seeing him suddenly standing there! And then his reaction on finding her at the ball! He had not looked grievous about it, no, he had just been... surprised. Yes, that was probably it. Then they had talked... Mr. Darcy had acted kind of weird, different maybe, from what she had been used of him. Back home in Meryton he had never sought out anybody, or if he were spoken to, he had usually some pretty quick reason to excuse himself. Now he had given no reason to let Jane think he did not wanted to talk to her, though he had been a little stiff every time Jane mentioned Hunsford or her sister. Why that was so, she could not probably think of, but she made a mental note for herself to ask Lizzy as soon as they saw again of she knew anything. Her sister always noticed things Jane did not, and she had no doubt Lizzy knew more about this.
Then: her conversation with Emma. Now that had been something. Just when you think she could not possibly come to know more, she always gets un unexpected visit or so, out of which she can get tons of information. This time had been no exception. Yes, Emma knew a lot, and she was very cunning too. Which normal young lady would get the idea to go out riding past a gentleman's house with a friend, so that they maybe would get together again? No, Emma certainly got very... special ideas. Her match-making schemes were so not subtle, that they would even make Mrs. Bennet jealous!
And then there had been the last conversation with Mr. Darcy. That had been the shortest of all this evening, but gave her the most to think about. If Mr. Darcy had spoken the truth, then Emma had been right; then Miss Bingley was a liar and Mr. Bingley maybe had some feelings for her. Only the thought of that made her stomach flutter. But if Mr. Darcy had not spoken the truth... but that was impossible, wasn't it? Why would the respected and esteemed Mr. Darcy lie?
Then suddenly something Lizzy had told her a while ago suddenly plopped into her head. Before she had gone to London, Lizzy had told her about Mr. Wickham's story. Mr. Wickham had told Lizzy about Mr. Darcy's pride and total lack of respect in obeying his fathers last wishes. If that was true, then maybe Mr. Darcy would be so cruel now to say things that were not true. Then maybe Mr. Wickham had been right, and had Mr. Darcy given her false hope yesterday-night.... but that didn't made sense. Mr. Wickham had spoken of an horrible man, who didn't wanted to have anything to do with anybody outside his best friends and family circle. So why would he then tell her, out of his own free will, that she had reasons to hope? Why would he tell her things, even if they were very embarrassing to talk about? No, Jane came to the conclusion that it was highly doubtful Mr. Darcy would lie about something like this.
So then there was only one conclusion she could make, and with a smile Jane closed her eyes again and slept until it was time to rise.
"Jane?"
"..."
"Jane!!!"
"Uhm... yes, what?"
"Are you listening to what I am saying?"
"Hmmm... not really. Where are we?" she quickly asked before Emma would realise that Jane had not listened to a word that had been said while they were in the carriage.
"We are just outside ____Street."
"Right." Jane said, who had no idea were ____Street lay.
"And, as I was just telling you, but you probably didn't hear a word of it so I'll repeat it, I have very subtly inquired here and there where this Mr. Bingley lives, and am happy to inform you that he resides in ____Street, which is about two blocks away from here. The one who informed me of this, also told me that it was a beautiful house, and as the street-name already implies, lies in one of the best parts of London."
Emma waited for a response, but it didn't came, so she impatiently said: "Were you listening at all to anything I have just said?"
"W... what?"
"Oh my God, you have it really bad, don't you?" Jane's cheeks went red.
"N... no... well.. yes.. no" she stuttered.
"Shh... it doesn't matters. I am glad to see you like this, and can only hope that man is good enough to deserve you!"
"Thank you." Jane said as she bent over to hug her friend.
As they parted, Emma looked around and cried "Attention now! Do you see that huge house there? With the white rose? That is it! Driver!" she commanded, "Drive a bit slower now."
Jane focused on the house Emma had pointed at. It was indeed huge, but not too much so. The front doors were of a dark shade of red, as were the stones which made the front drive. The house itself was made of camel-coloured bricks and a huge white rose had climbed its way up the wall at the left of the front door. The house was surrounded by bushes whom bared beautiful red flowers. From far they looked like roses also, but as they close in, Jane saw they were not roses but a flower she had never seen before. Altogether it was beautiful and very elegant.
The driver made a good job of driving slowly, and when Jane had closely taken in the house, they had still not reached it. So then she started searching for signs of the owner, if maybe he was standing by a window, or maybe was busy in his garden. She saw however no signs of life, except for a man who was walking by, but who was certainly not Mr. Bingley because he had dark hair.
Disappointed she whispered to Emma that she saw Mr. Bingley nowhere, and leaned back in the carriage, when she suddenly recognised the man walking. It was Mr. Darcy. She became embarrassed; what would he think if he saw her in front of Mr. Bingley's house? But she had not needed to fear: Mr. Darcy walked to Mr. Bingley's door without noticing her. The last thing Jane could see before going around the corner was Mr. Darcy being led into the house by a manservant.
When they had finished their ride, Jane invited Emma to stay with her during the day in Grace Church Street, but Emma declined, saying John and Isabella had asked her to come with them to visit some acquaintance. So Jane entered the drawing room alone, only to find it empty. She went in search of her Aunt and Uncle, and asked the first maid she passed about their whereabouts.
"Excuse me," She searched her brain for the girls' name, "Uhm... Rachel, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Rachel replied, looking pleased that Jane had remembered her.
"Can you tell me where Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner are?"
"Yes Miss, Mr. Gardiner had some short business, and could be back any moment. Mrs. Gardiner went to pay a visit and I also believe the children joined her."
"Do you have any idea when she will return?"
"Well, I believe it was a visit to a good friend of the family, so I guess they won't be back for a few hours. Mrs. Gardiner at first didn't wanted to go, for she didn't wanted to leave you alone, but Sir said he would be back again soon so you wouldn't be alone for very long."
"All right, thank you Rachel" Jane smiled
"At your service Miss," Rachel smiled back, and then resumed her pace.
Jane thought a few seconds about where to go, but then went to the library.
Going there was something Lizzy had always done, when she was not feeling well, or when she was sad and alone or when she just needed some time to herself. She had always told Jane that the library gave her comfort, that over there she could just sit back and think or dream. Not doubting her sisters words Jane had started the same tradition, though she was not a fond reader, she sat there very often, just sitting and thinking about everything. Much like her sister Mary, who could also always sit and think over everything, only she and Jane thought about very different things. Especially this last few months when Jane had not once sat down without thinking of Mr. Bingley.
This time was no exception.
Jane remembered Mr. Darcy's words. He had been stuttering exceedingly, but she had understood what had been said. Miss Bingley had hidden Jane's presence in town from her brother, and Mr. Darcy was planning on telling the poor man.
And then this morning, she had seen Mr. Darcy entering Mr. Bingley's house! So if she was not very wrong... if she was not hoping too much...then Mr. Bingley should know everything by now. Then at this very moment he had to know that she was in the very same town as he was and that he could visit her every moment. What he felt when something like that was told to him, she could only guess at, but maybe he was glad! Maybe he wanted to see her again! That was possible of course, and Jane hoped it was with all her heart. The opposite was possible too, of course, but she didn't paid attention to that, being overtaken by emotions as she was.
Yes... he knew it now, she felt it, as strong as she felt how much she loved him. Oh yes, she felt that now so very clear... she was utterly and completely besotted with him! Not once in her life had Jane thought that this day would come: the day that she would realise she was completely in love with a man, and that he was the only one for her!
She closed her eyes slowly, unconsciously she smiled, and thought of him, thought of Mr. Bingley. How handsome he was, how extremely well-build, how nice, how... had she already mentioned how handsome he was?
In the mean while, Mr. Gardiner entered through the front hall. He handed his hat and coat to Lewis, his manservant, and just wanted to continue to his study, when the doorbell rang.
Interested, he looked on as Lewis opened the door, and after a few words let in a young man.
Mr. Gardiner stepped forward.
"Good day Sir! How can I help you?"
"Are you Mr. Gardiner?" the man cried.
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"Bingley Sir, the name is Charles Bingley," the young man hastily added, extending his hand.
A lamp flashed on in Mr. Gardiner's head, remembering the long letters from his sister completely filled with Mr. Bingley this and Mr. Bingley that, and how he had taken a fancy on Jane. Even his brother-in-law had written good things about him, and since that opinion was much more valued, Mr. Gardiner took a liking to the man right away.
"Good to meet you Mr. Bingley," he said friendly, shaking his hand.
"It is good to meet you too, Mr. Gardiner."
Mr. Gardiner, who realised just all to good why this young man was here, decided not to waste time and get to the obvious point of this visit.
"Now Sir, I believe that you would like to speak with my niece? Am I not correct?"
Mr. Bingley blushed and looked a little ashamed at being caught so quickly. "Ah... yes... well... actually... I... uhm...yes."
Mr. Gardiner smiled and quickly asked a servant about Jane's whereabouts. She was fast to locate, and Mr. Gardiner guided Mr. Bingley to the library. As they came closer, Mr. Bingley looked more nervous by the second.
Softly Mr. Gardiner opened the door. Jane was across the room, half sitting - half lying on a sofa with her eyes closed. He smiled encouragingly at Mr. Bingley and whispered softly:
"I trust you Sir, so please do not misuse my trust. Now go to my niece, she has not been the same as always while she was here, I believe she was sad about something. For you, that is all you need to know."
Mr. Bingley was dazed by these words, but did not get much time to think as Mr. Gardiner pushed him into the room and closed it behind him with a thump. A small distance away, Jane was startled by the sound, and immediately sat straight up.
In the same time Mr. Bingley was having similar thoughts. There she is! He thought. Just looking like the angle I left behind me in Hertfordshire. He was with her again, and that was what was most important now!
Mr. Bingley was the first to collect himself, as he had been more or less prepared for this meeting.
"Miss Bennet," he said while bowing, "How do you do?"
Jane hastily stood up. "Mr. Bingley," she curtsied, "thank you, I do very well."
"I am happy to hear it Miss Bennet." Mr. Bingley said while smiling at her.
Jane felt her heart melt and stared back at him. She however recollected herself and broke eye contact while saying "Please sit down Sir," as she gestured to the sofa she had been occupying. Mr. Bingley gladly took the invitation and was quick to sit down as Jane took the chair next to him.
"And how are your sisters Mr. Bingley?" Jane asked politely.
"Ah yes, Caroline was very well a few days ago, when I saw her off to the Hursts' House. And Louisa I saw the last time a weak ago, when she was in excellent health." Bingley replied.
"I am glad to hear it Sir," Jane said and smiled, for she really could not make herself hate Caroline. Despite her lie, she liked her, and actually had forgiven her quite already. "Is Miss Bingley staying with the Hursts for the whole summer?"
"Yes, I believe she has planned to stay with them until September. That's five months until I will see her again!"
"I am sure Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst will miss you as much as you will miss them, Mr. Bingley, and I also am positive they will die to see you again after those five months!"
Thank you Miss Bennet, you are too kind," he replied good-naturedly. "I also hope your sisters and parents are in good health, Miss Bennet?"
"Yes, thank you, they are. In Mama's last letter she stated though that Kitty had a little cold, but that it was nothing serious. I'm sure Kitty will be healthy again when I get home." She smiled again and Bingley smiled back.
It was then when a spark hit them both. At the same moment they both knew it. This person across from them was the one they loved.
It was already more than an hour after Mr. Gardiner had left Mr. Bingley with Jane, and he was getting quite worried about his decision. Had it been right to put Jane in this situation? Should he have let the two of them alone in a room, risking his nieces' good reputation? Had he given this young man his trust to soon? He had acted very unusually, had actually forced them together in a room to get back together again, though this was probably a happily accepted fact by either party.
But still he needed to see what was going on, so he left his study and walked to the library which was but a few doors away.
He knocked softly first and then tucked his head around the corner. What he saw made his heart melt: Jane and Bingley had absolutely not heard him knock; they were sitting together on a sofa. Mr. Bingley had Jane's hands in his, and they were gazing in one another's eyes while speaking softly.
Mr. Gardiner felt happy. It looked like everything was going quite good, and he felt proud of the young man who was behaving so gentlemanly.
He pushed the door further open, and his presence was immediately known by the two. Bingley quickly released Jane's hands and stood up, and Jane followed his example.
"I... we are engaged Uncle! Engaged!" Jane cried happily and ran towards him.
Mr. Gardiner opened his arms, and gave his now engaged niece a big hug.
Hi everyone, here is the last (very short) chapter of Jane's Story. I would like to thank my big sister Anniek for helping me out now and then, and of course everyone who posted such nice responses to my story. Also a big thanks to Spring for archiving! I hope you all enjoyed my story!
It was when Mrs. Gardiner and the little Gardiners came home that Jane's happiness was complete. There were congratulations and thank you's exchanged, and it was settled that Mr. Bingley should stay with them until dinner and probably after that to.
The day turned out to be all what was nice and fun. Mr. Bingley and the Gardiners became more or less acquainted, and both parties took a immediate liking to one another. It was very late in the evening when Mr. Bingley left, when even Jane, who of course didn't wanted to see him leave, couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.
As they all returned to the drawing room, Jane spoke to her aunt and uncle.
"Oh, I am so happy!" she smiled
"My Dear girl... engaged!" he aunt Gardiner sighted with a laugh in her eyes.
"Uncle?" Jane called Mr. Gardiners attention from the fire.
"Yes?"
"Do you think my papa will give his permission?"
"Why would he not?"
"Well, when Mr. Bingley... left" it came out a bit painfully, "Papa said that he would always think of Mr. Bingley as the one who had broken his daughters hart... will he give his consent then?"
"Jane, of course I do not know what you father exactly thinks of Mr. Bingley, but what I do know is that you love him and that he loves you very dearly. Your father I am sure will see this, and probably will look over Mr. Bingley's... missteps. There is really no need to worry My Dear."
Jane's face shone at his words, and graced him with a smile. Then she stood up, hugged both the Gardiners, and announced her going to bed.
Two Months Later...
"Jane! Jaaaaaaaane!" Jane heard her mother cry.
Elizabeth, who sat opposite her on her bed, rolled her eyes.
Jane smiled at her sister. "Oh Lizzy," she sighted, "I'm am going to miss you so much!"
"Ah, my dearest Jane, I will miss you most cruelly to, but I daresay you will enjoy yourself at Netherfield tolerably well." Elizabeth bent forward and hugged her sister.
"And," she continued as they parted, "I think you should better get up and start getting ready. You could not come late in the church you know!" she smiled and stood up just as Mrs. Bennet burst into the room.
"Oh my, Jane, you are not even dressed yet! Prepare yourself! Hush!"
Elizabeth once again rolled her eyes behind her mothers back and then left the room. Jane sighted while she listened to her mothers screaming. It was going to be one long morning.
Jane and Bingley got married that day, and happiness shined towards them. Because Darcy also had gotten to Meryton for his friend's wedding, Jane's sister Elizabeth found her luck much sooner than expected.
Jane and Bingley lived patiently at Netherfield for a few months, when the decision was made to move to a beautiful house in Derbyshire that was vacant, so that they were closer to Elizabeth, and further away from Mrs. Bennets daily visits who began to bother even the good-natured Jane and Bingley. Also, as he was family now, Mr. Darcy, with Elizabeth's loving support, decided to share a part of his dealings with Wickham with society, as soon as he saw a certain lady we all know began to have interests in the very man.
Both couples lived happily in their neighbourhood, and their happiness only increased as they got word Emma was engaged to her Mr. Knightly.