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Chapter 19

Mrs. Bennet ran screeching through the upper floor of Longbourn. "Girls! Girls! Get yourselves together! What are you still doing in bed, Lydia, my dear? You must get ready and downstairs as quickly as possible! Mr. Bingley has called on your father! Jane! Jane! There you are - he can not help but fall in love with you, you are so pretty! Come, come right now!"

In spite of her speed in getting her daughters downstairs, she was too late. Mr. Bingley had stayed for the regulation 10 minutes and then some in hopes of seeing the young ladies. Mr. Bennet had hidden his guest from his wife, so Mrs. Bennet had been informed by the housekeeper that Mr. Bennet had a guest after Mr. Bingley had been there some time.

Thinking Mr. Bennet appreciated early callers (having called so early on Mr. Bingley the day before), Mr. Bingley had called before anyone at Longbourn (or Netherfield for that matter) had broken their fast. He had sat with Mr. Bennet and chatted for a short while. When it became evident that Mr. Bennet was going to keep turning the conversation to either farm management or pump for information on Mr. Bingley's guests, Bingley gave in. He evidently was not going to see Jane. He couldn't quite figure out Mr. Bennet.

Bingley had a brainwave during the conversation (while Mr. Bennet was holding forth on the excellence of sheep manure over horse for fertilization of root crops). Darcy! Darcy would be able to figure out the odd Mr. Bennet! He might even be able to impress him! Bingley was quite sure that Mr. Bennet was not impressed by him, and while (normally) Bingley wouldn't care, he craved Mr. Bennet's approval.

Mr. Bennet was quietly drinking his tea and waiting for the rest of the family at the breakfast table when the female portion of the household streamed downstairs to greet their visitor. Jane WAS disappointed, but years of viewing her mother's excess of emotions gave Jane plenty of fortitude, so she concealed her disappointment quite well. The only ones who suspected it were Mr. Bennet and Lizzy.

Mrs. Bennet spent the entire meal berating her husband. His secret visit to Mr. Bingley had been a great joke, yesterday. Today, his refusal to keep Mr. Bingley in the house until the ladies could make their curtsy was deplored as cruelty to his dear daughters. "And yet, I am unmoved. I had no idea a tragedy as sad as any the Greeks wrote was occurring in my own home. Well, I think I have had sufficient silliness to last me until luncheon." With that parting shot, Mr. Bennet went to his book room to read and enjoy the rest of his tea in peace.

Mrs. Bennet turned her disappointment on to her daughters. She fussed, "Kitty, stop coughing! Have you no idea of my nerves?", "Jane - sit up dear, to make the most of your figure!", "That is very well Lizzy, but you had not better carry on in such a manner in PUBLIC!" and so forth. Well before the noon meal, the ladies were heartily sick of their mother and her nerves. Lizzy abruptly suggested a walk and all her sisters happily agreed. They darted out of the sitting room occupied by Mrs. Bennet. Each collected what was necessary (bonnet, Spencer and gloves) and off they went. The younger girls wanted to go to Meryton to see the officers. Jane and Elizabeth only agreed because they knew their younger sisters would go without them if necessary and then behave foolishly. Mary didn't care where they went, as long as it was away from their mother and her constant criticism.

It wasn't a particularly distinguished walk. Jane and Elizabeth walked together, enjoying the smell of fresh air and looking at the men doing the haying. Lydia and Kitty walked behind them, gossiping and giggling. Mary walked last, alone, reading from her book. She only looked up to rebuke Lydia and Kitty from time to time.

They finally arrived at Meryton. Elizabeth informed her younger sisters that they had one half hour, and then they were going home or they would be late. Lizzy had consoled herself with the promise of a "proper" walk in the afternoon without noisy giggling going on around to disturb her observations and enjoyment.

They wandered along the street looking at the shop windows (which had not changed since the last visit of the younger girls, only two days ago). A few officers were out, further down the street. Lydia dragged the rest of her siblings down the street towards them. "How they look like peacocks, posturing and posing!" thought Lizzy. Hearing Lydia's loud greeting and shrieks of laughter at something an officer said made Lizzy continue the thought, "But it is Lydia who SOUNDS like a peafowl!"

Jane, Lizzy and Mary joined the group and attempted to create a more sedate exchange. Kitty settled down somewhat, but they had no effect on Lydia. Mary, always conscience of the properties (unless it came to her lecturing) indicated they needed to leave if they wanted to be on time. "Oh, hang the time! Mama will hold luncheon for us!" said Lydia.

"Lydia! It will greatly inconvenience Mrs. Hill and the cook if we are very late. Show a little consideration for once. We are leaving - now!" said Lizzy. She made a polite farewell to the officers and walked off with Jane. Mary followed immediately. Kitty stood a few seconds, torn, but said goodbye and left as well. Lydia was very put out. "It's just like Lizzy to be so high-handed! We are having such a good time! I will eat at my Aunt Phillips and stay to talk to you as long as I like!" said Lydia to Denny. Mary and Kitty, who had returned for her ruined her chance. They simply grabbed Lydia by either arm and marched off with her.

Elizabeth and Jane were extremely grateful for the support of Mary and Kitty. "They are not very bad." said Jane. "They just need a little more guidance and some interest taken in them. Mama spends very little time with either Mary or Kitty, and neither does papa." Lizzy was surprised at Jane's comment, but also a little pleased. As the younger Bennets caught up, they picked up the pace again and were soon back at Longbourn.

Lydia complained all though the meal. By this time the rest of the family was very tired of uncivil meals. If it wasn't Mrs. Bennet, it was Lydia! They all realized that Lydia was becoming a younger version of Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Bennet realized that everything Lizzy had said to him the day before was valid and he had better start repairing the damage before it was too late.

After lunch, Lizzy disappeared. When Mrs. Bennet petulantly enquired where Lizzy was, Jane patiently explained that Lizzy had gone for a walk. "Why? She just returned from one!" demanded Mrs. Bennet.

"You know Lizzy. Our pace was too sedate, and she prefers paths by the fields and streams. The walk this morning was simply to Meryton, where we stood around, and back again. That was enough for me, but Lizzy likes to take long walks." said Jane.

"It is going to rain. I hope she gets wet through, the silly girl!" cried out Mrs. Bennet. She turned to grousing about something else.

Mr. Bennet, who disliked writing letters in general, was busy writing one in his study. He had decided on a course of action. It was going to be a great deal of work, but he actually found himself intrigued by the challenge he had set himself.

Elizabeth was enjoying her walk. It was cooler than it had been during the morning. The dry heat of the morning was good for haying, but the cooler weather was better for walking - and those working the fields. "As long as it stays dry, this is the best weather possible for today!" thought Lizzy. She climbed over a stile and continued her walk through another hayfield. She returned greetings of the men and women. They seemed quite cheerful. They were working hard, but still had a holiday air about them.

Lizzy continued into a small wood. She meandered down the path for a short while. When she was sure there was no one around, she started to run. She had always enjoyed running, but knew her mother would have a fit, and (for once) rightfully so. Running was simply something young ladies DID NOT DO! (However much they enjoyed it)

She came to the end of the wood and slowed down. By the time Lizzy was back on an exposed path, she was walking quite sedately again. As she wandered, she picked a few windflowers. Jane always liked them, and Lizzy was always happy to please her older sister. A sudden thought made her pick a few more, some for each of her sisters, and a couple for her mother. "If they don't like them, no harm done." thought Lizzy. She could always dry them to put in vases during the winter. "Jane is right. We are as guilty as mama and papa. Lydia might be ungovernable, but Kitty is not or she would not be led by Lydia. Mary TRIES. If we spent more time together, she would have less time for posturing. Perhaps she just needs some gentle direction in her choice of reading."

Filled with good intentions, Elizabeth started home.

Chapter 20

Mrs. Bennet flatly refused her daughters permission to go out for walks on the following days. She wanted them close by and available in case any gentlemen called and wanted to engage them for dances at the Assembly. The day before the assembly, Elizabeth seriously considered dosing her mother's tea with sleeping pills. Mrs. Bennet's shrieks, commands, and senseless meanderings were taking their toll on everyone but Lydia.

To escape for a while, Lizzy took Kitty into the still room. They had helped Jane pick some flowers and herbs earlier. Jane was still outside with Mary. Jane and Lizzy and set up careful plans (some with the approval and knowledge of their father, others not) in the care and management of their sisters. Mary was to be encouraged to engage in "regular" conversation. She was to be kept outdoors whenever possible to counter the "schoolroom pallor" she had developed and the rounding of her shoulders. Their father had been encouraged to really discuss some of the works both he and Mary had read. Lizzy and Jane also discussed books and thoughts with Mary. Mary, with this care and attention was definitely improving. She still moralized too much, but a little color from the sun and more ease among people had definitely improved her.

Kitty was a more difficult case. With her desire to be noticed and more "lively" ways she was not as manageable as Mary. Therefore, Lizzy attempted to keep her busy and while they were busy kept dragging the conversation away from gossip, officers and dancing to poetry, news (not gossip), and London. Jane had been the one to discover that Kitty desperately wanted to go to London. She and Lydia had been too young until recently. As they got older and their unguarded behavior had disgusted their aunt and uncle, the invitation never came. Lizzy had decided to use this interest as a carrot for the young donkey. Whenever Kitty did something especially terrible (such as using really unacceptable language), Lizzy would coolly mention that NOBODY IN LONDON would use such unrefined "countrified" language. Elizabeth was very careful not to use it too often, and had reaped amazing results from this particular effort.

The oldest sisters were passing on stillroom knowledge to Mary and Kitty. Mary had a lesson the day before, so today was Kitty's turn. Lizzy was going to make perfume, dried flowers (for arrangements) and potpourri for winter. Kitty was reluctant and obstinate until Lizzy pointed out that some of the dried flowers could be used to decorate a bonnet, the potpourri would be her own to use and the perfume would also be hers to use. As a small bribe, Lizzy offered a pretty bottle she had to hold Kitty's perfume. With that offer, all Kitty's bad attitude melted away. Kitty was thrilled that her big sister wanted to spend time with her. The same big sister NEVER stole her things. Now, she was actual OFFERING something pretty to Kitty for Kitty's own use. Kitty immediately decided she wanted to be JUST LIKE Lizzy. Lydia might be a favorite of their mother, but Lizzy had Mr. Bennet's favor. Lydia wasn't very popular with other girls, Lizzy was always welcomed where ever she went. Lizzy didn't chase the officers or other gentlemen, yet nearly always had a partner to dance with. Lizzy was kind to her - Lydia stole her things and made mama let her keep them. Lizzy had no further problems getting Kitty to listen to her. They had a fairly good time in the still room. Elizabeth was a patient teacher and Kitty made an honest attempt to learn. After a couple of hours, both had spent enough time working. They left to freshen up before lunch.

Jane and Mary were still chatting about the various uses of the herbs they had been working with. Jane had practical knowledge from the gardener and her own work with them, Mary had shared some of the knowledge she had gleaned from extensive reading. Both felt good after their morning's work. Jane reflected that she had always valued her sisters, but spending more time with Kitty and Mary gave her a stronger relationship and appreciation of them.

Mr. Bennet was frankly amused at his daughters' "school" as he insisted on calling it (in his own mind only). Amazement tinged with respect covered his feelings for what Jane and Lizzy were accomplishing. They had cornered him and demanded he spend some time, and give a little approval to his younger daughters (if they did ANYTHING worthy of approval). He was surprised at how quickly they were getting results. Mary pontificated much less and Kitty had actually been seen reading a book. When he asked her what she thought of it (it was a book of sonnets) she had actually had a couple of intelligent things to say!

That left only Mrs. Bennet and Lydia. So far, Jane and Lizzy had not even attempted to work on Lydia. As long as she had her mother's approval, there was very little they could do. Instead, they had spent their time repairing some of the damage done by neglect of Mary and Kitty.

Lydia had noticed how much time Kitty was spending with Jane and Lizzy (she never noticed Mary unless it was to mock her). It annoyed Lydia no end. SHE was the important one in the family (next to Jane) and SHE was so much more fun! Why would Lizzy and Jane want to spend time with Kitty and not her? It wasn't FAIR. Never having been shy, never having learned to think before she spoke, and seldom having any of her whims denied her, Lydia spoke up.

"What did you do all morning Kitty? Lord! It must have been so boring having Lizzy lecture you! We have servants for doing the work. You are just like Charlotte Lucas, who doesn't have enough servants to do all the work around the house!" Lydia fully expected that to work. Kitty would quite following Lizzy and Jane around and spend time with HER! And while Kitty was looking for her, Lydia could find out what Lizzy was REALLY up to (who would spend all that time doing work when they could have fun instead?).

Everyone was shocked to hear Mr. Bennet answer. "Kitty made herself useful and Mary spent time improving herself in a way I can only approve. If this keeps up, I will have the distinction of having only ONE of the silliest young women in England as a daughter!" He turned to Mary and Kitty "I heartily approve of your behavior over the past few days. You make me very proud to realize I have very special girls as my daughters." He stood up, finished his dinner and his speeches. He pulled some coins out of a pocket and gave Kitty and Mary some money. "You have worked very hard over the past few days. I have observed that you both seem to have fewer "pretties" than the rest of your sisters. You may go to Meryton this afternoon and buy yourselves something for the Assembly tomorrow night."

That tore it! Lydia was up in arms and demanded money from her father who had already left. Kitty and Mary sat, stunned by both their father's approval and by the monetary award. Mr. Bennet had been quite generous. It was completely unexpected that THEY would be marked out for anything special. Mrs. Bennet was furious that her youngest was being left out and demanded that Kitty and Mary share their good fortune with Lydia. Jane and Lizzy interceded.

"No mama, papa clearly said it was for Mary and Kitty." They spent a few minutes keeping their mother from physically tearing the money out of Mary and Kitty's hands, and keeping Lydia from doing the same. Jane quietly asked Mary and Kitty to go upstairs and prepare for a walk. They quickly left the room. Mrs. Bennet continued to rant, then demanded Lydia fetch her reticule. Jane and Lizzy left as well, their mother's berating voice following them up the stairs to their own rooms. They both prepared for a walk, collected Mary and Kitty, and they set off. A few minutes later they could hear Lydia calling to them to wait up. Lizzy was quite annoyed that they hadn't moved quickly enough to keep from taking her along. Lydia caught up and started bragging how mama had given her money for shopping. Mr. Bennet did not tend to give his wife a great deal of pin money, knowing she would waste it and still ask for more. Therefore, the amount she had on hand was not large. She had spent most of her money already this month on treats for herself and the girls (especially Jane and Lydia). She had given a little money to Lydia so the "poor dear would not feel left out." Mrs. Bennet ignored the fact that Jane and Lizzy had not been given any extra money by their father. In fact, they had, but a day earlier. Mr. Bennet and taken them aside and given them some money. He had laughed and said their work in civilizing their sisters might require some capital and had given them the money.

The little group entered Meryton. It had been a windy day, but the walk had been pleasant. Whenever Kitty said something vulgar or got too excited, Jane would have a gentle word with her, or Elizabeth would give her a Look, and Kitty would settle down again. Mary was still in a daze from the good fortune and praise.

Lydia ran back and forth, calling out comments to her sisters. "For heavens sake, lower your voice!" Lizzy said. Lydia had been making inappropriate remarks about some of the local young ladies. The last thing they needed was to make enemies just before an assembly!

The sisters took their time, selecting the items from various shops that best suited them. Jane, who had very good taste, took special care helping Mary select some ribbons and helping Kitty pick a pretty chain to wear. Lizzy picked up some flowers to wear in her dark hair.

Lydia refused to listen to Jane's advice and picked up various items that were not suitable for her age or complexion. She tried to buy anything bright that took her fancy, with no thought of how much money she had. As they headed home, Lydia whined that her sisters were "mean". "You have plenty of money! You could have bought me that coral bracelet Kitty!" she complained.

Elizabeth had been patient all day. At this point her patience was all used up. "We have had enough of your complaining Lydia!" she said very sharply. "You were not asked to join us. You do not behave like a lady. You are too young to be out in company. If you keep this behavior up, I will ask papa to keep you in when we go out for another year! After all, you normally wouldn't be out for at least another year, probably two!"

Everyone held their breath at this pronouncement. No one crossed Lydia, because she simply made life miserable otherwise. The other sisters knew she should not be out in company, but Lydia had whined until their mother had agreed. At that point their father had given in because he (truth be told) really didn't care one way or another. Mr. Bennet seldom went out, so a happy Lydia out with her sisters was less trouble to him than a sulky one at home when the rest of the family was out.

Lydia immediately began fussing and denying the truth to what Lizzy had said. Lizzy calmly said "Every word you say is further proof of your immaturity and your unsuitability for company." and Lizzy stalked off. Jane restrained her sisters from following.

"Lizzy needs some time alone. Mama has not let her go for her rambles and you know how restless Lizzy gets." Kitty nodded and Mary agreed. They continued home, with Lydia in tow still complaining.

The wind had continued while the Bennets were shopping. Dark clouds now rolled in, forecasting unpleasant weather. Elizabeth didn't care. She walked, then ran, then walked again. Her hair was tumbled by the wind and she felt wild and free. It was so good to be ALONE! She had taken a path away from home by instinct. It was mere chance that it led in the direction of Netherfield. Finally, she started to tire. Her frustration vented, Lizzy finally became really aware of the weather. It was going to rain any minute now. She was out in a cream muslin gown with a pale blue Spencer and a straw bonnet. She was NOT dressed for nasty weather. She was almost an hour away from home. What to do?

She decided to head back home anyway. There really wasn't any other option. The rain started, first with small occasional drops. It got heavier, until Elizabeth could hardly see ahead of her. She left the path she was on when it met the main road. It would be easier to walk along the road on the way home. By this time, Elizabeth was soaked through. She had heard that fast young misses (in London) damped their skirts to make them cling and show off their figures. "I can't believe anyone would be this uncomfortable on purpose!" thought Elizabeth as she trudged along. She looked up when she heard horses and the sound of a carriage. It was going the opposite direction. It stopped just after it passed her. This surprised Lizzy, because she had not recognized the carriage. She knew all the local carriages, just as she knew all their owners. Why would a stranger stop? Her question was answered when the groom came back and asked her to join them at the carriage. Wet through and looking a total wreck, it took all her courage to follow the groom. What would they think of her!?!

She nearly dropped from shock when Mr. Darcy's voice greeted her from within. "Come, Miss Bennet! What are you doing on the side of the road in this weather? And unescorted?" His voice implied 'unescorted AGAIN' to Elizabeth.

"I was out for a walk. I was thinking, and therefore did not pay attention to the weather. It turned quite quickly and I had no shelter. Since I am well and truly wet, I decided not to worry about it and walk home." she replied.

By this time she had entered the carriage, rather than keep Mr. Darcy in the rain. A young woman of about 16 smiled timidly at her. Mr. Darcy pointed to the spot next to the young lady and demanded that Miss Bennet sit down. He put a traveling rug down on the seat and helped Elizabeth wrap another around herself. He called to the driver to go on and then introduced Elizabeth to his sister. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet - my sister Georgiana. Georgiana, Miss Bennet, who I believe I have mentioned to you." His eyes sparkled, and Georgiana gave a genuine smile to her brother and Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet, it is such a pleasure! I have longed to make your acquaintance!" she blushed, suddenly afraid she had done something wrong.

Elizabeth instantly recognized Georgiana was shy and warm in her own greeting. Mr. Darcy then apologized to Elizabeth for taking her the opposite direction of where she was going. "My driver has exact directions on how to get to Netherfield. I hope you don't mind if we go their first. You can get dried off and something warm into you before you catch an ague. I will then be happy to take you home."

Chapter 21

Lizzy wiggled her toes in front of the fire. She was in a private room at Netherfield. Caroline Bingley and Louisa Hurst had been very discomposed by her arrival, soaking wet, in Mr. Darcy's carriage. The briefest of explanations was given (Miss Bennet was caught by the weather. We happened along and thought it better to bring her here), before Elizabeth was whisked away to a room. A roaring fire was built up and a maid helped her out of the wet clothes. She was wrapped in soft blankets and propped up in a comfortable chair. Hot tea arrived, followed shortly by some soup. Along with the soup and tea was a message, indicating that a message had been dispatched to Longbourn to let her family know where she was. The weather had become worse. She was stranded at Netherfield. A day ago, this would have been a mild nuisance. Now it was a pleasure, with one small problem. Lizzy had nothing to wear. Her clothes were soaking wet. None of the other ladies present had a similar figure. What was she to do?

The answer came in the form of Georgiana Darcy. Miss Darcy had helped Mr. Bingley write the note to the Bennets. In it she had suggested that some clothes for Miss Elizabeth would be most welcome. The groom delivering the message had been given instructions to wait for a package. Jane selected some clothing and necessities (including a nightgown) for her sister and wrapped them up well. Mrs. Bennet was shrieking with excitement that one of her girls was staying at Netherfield. She speculated wildly - which Mr. Bennet allowed for some minutes. He was busy worrying about his Lizzy. Was she really all right? Could he trust Mr. Bingley and this Darcy person?

Jane also worried, after the package was sent off. Miss Darcy had shared a note with Mr. Bingley. They were obviously very close, very comfortable with one another. Perhaps all Mrs. Hurst's suggestions had been kindly meant, to warn her not to engage her heart. Without Elizabeth there to support her, she found herself speculating about the nature of Mr. Bingley's relationship. He had done nothing improper in his visits. He had been all that was pleasant and engaging, but had not committed in any way. Lizzy had said it was too soon, but maybe Lizzy was wrong. Perhaps Mr. Bingley cared nothing for her. With unhappy ideas swirling around in her mind, Jane attempted to remain calm and collected until she could go to bed and have a good cry.

Jane had retreated to get some more sewing supplies in her bedroom when Mr. Bennet sharply recalled Mrs. Bennet. "Mrs. Bennet, if you do not stop this incessant nonsense, I shall refuse to allow any member of this family to attend the Assembly tomorrow night". Mrs. Bennet stopped in shock. Lydia immediately started to clamor, before her shocked mother could do more that stare stupidly at her husband.

"Mama! You cannot let him! I promised to dance with ALL the officer tomorrow night! It will be such fun - we have to go!" Before Lydia could work herself up further into her tantrum, Mr. Bennet turned on her.

"You will also be quiet, and do as you are told. You sound like the spoiled child you are instead of the fine young ladies your sisters are. If you want to attend the assembly, you will attempt to behave in a ladylike fashion. If I, or Jane, have to reprimand you one more time today, you will certainly stay home, even if the rest of the family attends!" He turned back to Mrs. Bennet. "Madam, as much as I personally find you ridiculous comments amusing, you are upsetting our daughters. You will certainly scare away any young man of fortune if you continue. Do you not think Mr. Bingley with over 4000 pounds a year, does not have matchmaking mama's and fine young ladies all over him? If you wish to catch a man, my dear, you need the right bait."

Mrs. Bennet took umbrage. "The right bait! You sound like you are talking about fishing! You tiresome man, this is not a sport!"

"You are right Mrs. Bennet. It certainly is not a sport, it is much less amusing. Our daughters happiness depends on finding, not only men of fortune, but men of good character and breeding who they love and respect and who love and respect them in return. Good families DO NOT discuss finances in public. They do NOT throw their daughters at men. They DO NOT speculate in public about whether a match will be made or not. They DO NOT act as you do Mrs. Bennet. You will keep you mouth closed if you cannot say something civil and polite at tomorrow's assembly. At the first sign of match-making or inappropriate behavior, I will send you home."

"You don't go to assemblies Mr. Bennet!" said the surprised Mrs. Bennet. She was so overset, she had no idea how to respond. She therefore grasped the one item he said that she thought she could refute.

"I am making an exception tomorrow night. I will accompany my family. I will take pride in those that acquit themselves respectably, and I will curtail those who do not." He gave his wife and three youngest daughters a firm look. "I am the head of this family. I know I have not usually gone out of my way to show it, except to make sure we do not go into debt. I am doing so now." Jane had returned during her father's speech. She gave him a look of warmth and support which steeled his resolve. Mr. Bennet quitted the room. Mrs. Bennet, who had finally taken in everything Mr. Bennet had said followed him out to insist he was joking and that nothing had changed.

The rest of the family remained in the drawing room. Jane composed herself and continued her sewing. She was embroidering a scarf she intended to wear the following night, if the assembly was chilly. It was still September, but the weather had turned somewhat cooler with the rain.

Her composure reassured Mary and Kitty. Mary sat down again with her book, but Kitty pulled Mary away to look at the hairpiece Kitty was making. In a burst of charity towards Mary, Kitty offered to make one for her also. Lydia became very upset. Kitty had always been close to her, and suddenly she was spending time with every other sister BUT her. Lydia started to cry - really cry, not just whine. "Why doesn't anyone love me any more?" she sobbed. Jane put her arms around Lydia and suggested that Mary and Kitty go work in the morning room. She led Lydia to the sofa and started to speak quite seriously to her.

"Lydia, we all DO love you. You must see that."

"Then why is everyone but mama being so horrible? Papa gave Kitty and Mary money - he never gives me extra money!"

"They both worked very hard this week. Papa was rewarding them for trying to improve themselves." Before Jane could continue, Lydia broke down sobbing even more loudly.

"It's not fair!" she finally managed. She looked at Jane. Jane was perfect - all her sisters knew that. Even Lydia, who seldom thought about it, realized that Jane could be counted on. "I deserve anything they have. I am prettier than Mary or Kitty! I am more jolly - all the officers laughed at everything I said last week!"

Jane was saddened by Lydia's response. She was so young in so many ways - she really did not understand. "Lydia, that is not what I'm talking about. How pretty a girl is - that is only fashion or individual preference. It's not REAL. You are right - you can be fun. But you are never serious, so nobody will take you seriously. Not even your own family. As for Mary and Kitty - when are you ever nice to them? You only take notice of Mary to make fun of her. How do you think that feels? And you are always going through Kitty's things and taking anything you want. How would you like it if Lizzy and I did that to you?"

There was a moment of silence. Lydia wasn't taking in what Jane was saying, but Jane decided to keep trying. "Lydia, you are younger than the rest of us. You have been a little girl until recently. It's fine for a girl to play games and be noisy - a young lady needs to live by different standards, just as a boy must grow up and be a man. You are not responsible. Any time something doesn't go your way, go cry to mama. That isn't right. If you want to be respected, you have to grow up a little. Lizzy and I will help you, but you have try."

Jane held her breath - did she get through to Lydia? Before she could find out, her mother entered the room crying dismally and denouncing Mr. Bennet's cruelty.

Elizabeth had Miss Darcy's own maid to help her get ready for dinner. The courtesy warmed her even better than the hot tea. She was pleased to be looking so well. Perhaps it would wipe out the picture of Miss Elizabeth Bennet standing like a drowned rat, hair everywhere and dress plastered to her body from earlier that day.

She went down the stairs. A footman met her in the hall. "You will find Mr. Bingley in the drawing room Miss." he said. He disappeared down the hall, giving no indication of just WHERE the drawing room was. Lizzy made a guess and popped in through a door after she heard a noise within. There stood Mr. Darcy, without his coat, playing billiards. He stood and gave her a polite bow and greeted her. She was not sure what to do. He looked so fine there, with the light shining on him! She settled for returning his greeting. "Good evening Mr. Darcy. Yes, thank you, I am fine. I must say, this is partly due to your timely rescue. Is that your hobby Mr. Darcy - rescuing females you find along the side of the road?"

The teasing pleased him. He decided to tease her back. "Indeed, Miss Bennet. It is a very great pleasure to rescue you. I beg leave to correct you - rescuing young ladies from the side of the road during rainstorms as well as rescuing them from crowds in posting houses. Is there anywhere else I should be looking to rescue you in the future? You seem to have an affinity for such situations."

She laughed delightedly. Nothing was better than someone who would join her some harmless word play! "No, indeed sir! I have no intention of needing rescuing again any time soon. If I do, I will keep you in mind." She was aware of the impropriety of staying, so she smiled at him and added, "I do not mean to interrupt you sir. I understand the party is in the drawing room, but I'm not sure how to find it."

He put down his cue and started to shrug into his coat. Elizabeth gave a small sigh. It had been nice to see him looking less than perfect - he was not so intimidating that way. He offered his arm to escort her to join the others. As they entered the drawing room the previously vigorous conversation broke off into total silence. Mr. Bingley was somewhat red-faced. "Having another fight with his sisters," thought Darcy.

Elizabeth sat in a chair next to Mr. Bingley. Darcy took a space across from her and immediately told Bingley that the billiard room was fine just the way it was. Miss Bingley made a disparaging sound. She sat up quickly and put a friendly look on when Georgiana entered the room. Georgiana immediately started to apologize for being late. Bingley assured her she was not late at all. Before she could stammer out any more, Lizzy beckoned her over.

"I want to thank you for your maid's help. If you were late (which you definitely are not) it would be due to that courtesy. It was very kind of you to think of me." Lizzy smiled at the young woman. She was really almost a girl still. Lizzy liked her already, and had decided to be very gentle and kind. Lizzy had never seen anyone as shy as Georgiana proved herself to be. Gerogiana took the chair her brother proffered. It put her between her brother and the young lady Georgiana was sure her brother was interested in. Perfect!

Fitzwilliam smiled approvingly at her. "So you sent your maid to help Miss Bennet? That was well thought of, Georgie. You remind me very much of our mother." She sat up a little more and smiled as well. It was clear to Elizabeth that her brother knew how to make Miss Darcy more comfortable.

The butler entered, letting the party know that dinner was served. Darcy knew his duty, but he DID NOT want to walk in to dinner with Miss Bingley. How was he to avoid it?

Chapter 22

Bingley was a good friend. His greatest strength was his loyalty to friends and his easy good nature. The two combined in helping him realize that Darcy was in love with Miss Elizabeth. That Darcy had brought his sister down to introduce her to Miss Elizabeth was very clear. Bingley was disposed to help his friend. He therefor leapt forward and took Caroline's arm and led her into dinner. Caroline's obvious displeasure in this action was obvious - but there was nothing she could do about it (this time). Darcy joyfully offered an arm to Elizabeth. He followed Bingley with Lizzy on one arm and Georgiana on the other. Hurst hurried after them with Louisa.

A gentleman always sits with the lady he takes into dinner. Darcy heaved a sigh of relief and sat between his sister and Elizabeth. The dinner arrangements were quite to his liking. Charles sat at the head of the table. His sister sat on his left, Georgiana on his right. This did put poor Georgiana across from Caroline, but Caroline pretended to like Georgiana, so that was all right. Darcy sat next to his sister, across from Mr. Hurst. Louisa sat next to her husband, across from Elizabeth who was beside Darcy.

The seating arrangements allowed Darcy to share most of his dinner conversation with Elizabeth. Hurst always spent the entire meal stuffing himself. Louisa had little real conversation, so quickly exhausted any efforts to be polite and left Lizzy alone. Charles was still annoyed with Caroline, so he talked to Georgiana. Caroline, determined to be part of the conversation, also talked to Georgiana. She also tried to talk to Darcy, but found it difficult as he was usually turned the other way.

After dinner, the gentlemen rose to leave. Darcy was extremely grateful that Georgiana would NOT be left alone with Caroline and Louisa. The men spent a few minutes having a cigar and some fine brandy. Hurst was quite annoyed at how eager Darcy seemed to be to return to the ladies. He would rather enjoy that brandy for another round or two.

Bingley seldom had the upper hand with his friend. He enjoyed watching Darcy squirm (well - he didn't really squirm, but he DID fidget). Charles finally put Darcy out of his misery by stating that he was ready to join the ladies.

The men entered the drawing room where tea and sweets were ready for the party. Georgiana was attempting to have a conversation with Elizabeth that was constantly interrupted by arch comments from Miss Bingley. The latest comment from Miss Bingley had been regarding Miss Bennet's "close personal friendship" with Mr. Darcy. It was said with a sly tone and look that completely confused Miss Darcy. It upset Elizabeth. "Heavens! She must have heard something. I had hoped those rumors would not spread!" she thought. Her heightened color was obvious to the men. They had missed the comment that caused it.

Miss Bingley immediately set out to be charming to Mr. Darcy. He was polite, but distant. Instead he went to his sister first. After reassuring himself that she was fine, he sat down near Miss Bennet. Miss Bingley actually MOVED to sit closer to Mr. Darcy and continued attempts to catch his attention.

"He doesn't know the rumors are spreading." Elizabeth finally decided. She had watched both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy quite carefully and was sure. "Miss Bingley must have heard from those dreadful servants of Mr. Bingley's. Perhaps it has gone no further."

"You are very quiet this evening, Miss Elizabeth Bennet," came Caroline's insistent, amused voice. It broke Elizabeth from her musings.

Lizzy pasted a smile on her face and mentioned that she was a little tired. "I think I will retire early. I would not wish to be tired at the Assembly tomorrow night!" Her response brought unexpected results.

"An assembly!" cried Miss Darcy. She turned a mute look of misery to her brother. "Is the entire party expected to attend?" she quavered. It was very clear to everyone that Miss Darcy, at least, did NOT want to attend.

Darcy reassured his sister that if she was too tired from traveling to Hertfordshire, she certainly would not be expected to attend the Assembly. Miss Bingley made mocking comments about the countrified nobody's Miss Darcy would miss by not going and the party moved on to other topics.

Lizzy went ahead to bed, but she was left with several questions to consider.

Why was Miss Darcy so terrified of going out? She was a little young to be out, but only a little. She could not be younger than Lydia, who certainly showed no fear.

Did Mr. Bingley like Miss Darcy as more than a friend's sister? Lizzy was sure she could discount that. It was clear Mr. Bingley liked Miss Darcy quite well, but there was nothing romantic or unusual in his attentions to her.

Most men would be disgusted by a lady walking alone in the rain. She must have looked like a drowned rat! Lizzy consoled herself with the thought that, other than being a little distracted, Mr. Darcy appeared much the same as ever. He was concerned with the care of his sister. That brought Lizzy back to her question about just WHY Miss Darcy was so shy - so fragile.

Most important of Lizzy's questions - what did Miss Bingley know, and how had she learned it? Was the story of Jane and Lizzy's rescue from a common posting inn (and subsequent time spent with their rescuers) making the rounds in London even as she thought? Would she and Jane be disgraced? The subject of blackmail, fortunately, never occurred to Elizabeth or she would never have gone to sleep.

In her bedroom at Longborne Jane cried into her pillow. She was afraid that anything beyond friendship with Mr. Bingley was just a dream. Never one to dwell on her own problems, Jane tried to turn her thoughts to her sisters. Mary was coming along nicely. Kitty was becoming a real pleasure to spend time with. Lydia? Ah well - only time could tell. Jane's attempts to get her youngest sister alone during the evening had been in vain. Lydia had continued much as she usually did - when her father was not present. At any sign of Mr. Bennet, and Lydia immediately became quiet. One thing was clear - she was at least taking her father's threats seriously.

The morning was clear but cool. The storm had blown itself out during the night. Lizzy rose early, as usual. The Bingley sisters, more used to town hours, were not likely to be out of bed soon. Mr. Bingley, who had called so early upon her father (the Bennet family still being unaware that Mr. Bennet himself was to blame for that) could be expected to be up. Lizzy was therefore surpized that nobody seemed to be stirring (except a few servants) when she went downstairs.

Breakfast was not ready and would not be served for some time. A servant brought Lizzy some tea and toast to hold her until then. Elizabeth was feeling somewhat edgy, so decided to go for a brief walk. "In all this dirt! You will not be fit to be seen!" echoed in her mind (distinctly in Mrs. Bennet's voice), but the thought did not deter Lizzy.

She strolled down a path in the garden. A bark caught her attention. A dog came bounding out of some bushes. "So you want to play, do you?" Lizzy asked the dog. It wagged it's tail and looked hopeful. Lizzy picked up a stick and threw it. "Fetch!" she commanded. The dog bounded away. She laughed, ran and played with the dog for some time. Finally, Elizabeth began to tire. "One last throw." she told the dog. It pelted off after the stick. Lizzy brushed water off a decorative bench that was sitting in the sun. It wasn't very wet. By this time, Lizzy was pretty damp from water falling off the leaves as she had played with the dog.

Finally, the dog came running back. Just as Lizzy caught hold of the stick in the dog's mouth, she noticed Miss Darcy come barreling out of the shrubbery. "Oh!" said Miss Darcy. She put hand to her mouth.

Trying to put Miss Darcy more at ease (and uncomfortably aware that she was ONCE AGAIN a mess in front of Mr. Darcy's sister), Lizzy asked is Miss Darcy knew the dog and what it's name was.

"This is Major. My brother named him for my cousin, Col. Fitzwilliam, before the colonel moved up in rank. I know I'm too old to play with him, but I like it. Major is my favourite companion - other than Mrs. Annesley."

"Is Mrs. Annesley a friend?" asked Lizzy. She did not want to pry, but she did want to get to know Miss Darcy better.

"Yes, my new companion." Miss Darcy (suddenly) turned green.

"Miss Darcy! Are you unwell?" asked Elizabeth. She took Miss Darcy by the arm and pulled her over to the bench. With a quick swipe she removed most of the water from the bench and seated Miss Darcy.

"Yes, I'm fine now." was all Miss Darcy said.

"What was she so upset about?" wondered Lizzy. "It must be something about the companion - Miss Darcy was fine until she was mentioned. Wait a minute - what about the previous companion she mentioned?"

The sat quietly while Major sat at their feet. Lizzy picked up and tossed the stick again, just for something to do. She finally told hold of her courage. "Miss Darcy. I could not help but see you are uncomfortable with attending the Assembly tonight. I would be most happy to be of use to you. The people around here are quite unexceptionable. Nearly everyone who is going has lived in the neighbourhood for years. Miss Bingley is quite right in one thing - it will be filled with the sort of people she considers "country nobodies." But the people here are kind, if somewhat boring. I can see that you are little shy. I have four sisters. Believe me, if you spend any time with us, you will be well camouflaged. With six young ladies, not to mention our friends, in a bevy, it will be difficult for anyone to pick you out!" Lizzy smiled to show she was teasing a little.

Georgiana was not quite sure how to take this extraordinary offer. She did, however, want to know Elizabeth better. Georgiana had never heard her brother talk about a lady before. Certainly never to the extent he had Miss Elizabeth Bennet during his brief trip home and trip back to Hertfordshire. He was a stern man, but still very kind to her. She knew he was lonely sometimes. More than one woman had hinted to her that they intended to be her sister. Shy did not equal stupid - Georgiana was completely aware her brother was a "catch". She had become aware, in the most unpleasant fashion, that she, herself, was also a "catch."

Somehow, Miss Bennet's kindness to her did not seem forced, as Miss Bingley's did. Of all the ladies who might become her new sister she thought Miss Bennet would be the best choice - for both of them. They had conversed a fair amount after dinner the night before, even with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst's interruptions. Miss Bennet had said nothing catty or mean or sly. She had been friendly. They had discussed music. At one point, when Miss Bingley had to leave the room, they had even, briefly, talked about Mr. Darcy.

Georgiana had asked how Miss Bennet had met Mr. Darcy. With a quick glance at the avid Mrs. Hurst, Elizabeth had mentioned that Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had called upon her uncle in London. Georgiana knew there had to be more to it than that. Miss Bingley's pointed comments and Miss Bennet's unwillingness to talk about it were suspicious. Neither was as suspicious as the fact that until a very recent letter about his return to London, Fitzwilliam Darcy had never mentioned any of the Gardiners, Bennets or anyone connected to them. Darcy always wrote long, informative letters to her. It was how they kept in touch when she was at school. He told her EVERYTHING - whom he talked to, what they talked about, what he was reading, what he thought about it, visits with or from friends. He left nothing out, usually. She had realized, recently, that he left out anything unpleasant (such as why Wickham had been dropped from their acquaintance). But there was nothing unpleasant about Miss Bennet. So why the secrecy? Or was it a sudden friendship?

Georgiana decided to confide, a little, in Miss Bennet. "I'm not really "out" yet. I am a little shy. I've always been at big parties or around strangers. I had a rather difficult summer. I do not think I am ready to spend much time in the company of strangers."

"Well, the ladies and gentleman attending the ball are likely to be in awe of you, Miss Darcy. You will have your brother there to watch over you. Country parties are quite relaxed - not like ones during the Season in London. Gentlemen and ladies will be introduced. You will dance, and eat and drink. If you are quiet, people will think you are simply FASCINATED at what they have to say. You will end the evening being described as "the pretty young lady with LOVELY manners"" finished Elizabeth, in the tones of an approving matron.

Georgiana could not help but laugh. Miss Bennet was so funny, so easy to be with. Perhaps the assembly would not be so very bad. She knew her brother worried about her. He told he when he dragged her away from Pemberley that she had done nothing wrong (after all, she HAD confided in him before it was too late). "You need to get out. Hiding away at Pemberley is not good for you. I want you to make friends and enjoy company." What Fitzwilliam Darcy wanted, he got. Georgiana had (gracefully) given in and packed. Darcy had given her companion some time off to visit her son, and off they went.

"Could you tell me more about the people who will be there tonight?" asked Georgiana.

Lizzy laughed and began a colorful account of the cast of characters who attended more local events. She soon had Georgiana laughing as well.

They were surprised by Mr. Darcy who had come looking for them. "It is past time for breakfast. We were wondering where you had gotten to. Will you favour us with your presence?" he asked them. They assented and took the arms offered. Both went to tidy up first, then joined Mr. Darcy and the Bingley party in the dining room.

Chapter 23

Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy escorted Elizabeth back to Longbourn immediately after breakfast. Darcy was surprised by his sister's interest in going with them. She had shyly asked him if she could go when Elizabeth was upstairs packing up. He responded with an affirmative. "Of course you may go with us dearest. I'm very pleased you are becoming friends with Miss Elizabeth." Could he ask her why she wanted to go? He looked at her anxious face. "I have not yet met most of the Bennet family myself. It will be nice to have some acquaintances at the Assembly tonight."

Georgiana looked grateful for the "out" provided by Darcy. "Then I can go with you?"

"Of course."

Mrs. Bennet was in a flutter. She had TWO handsome, rich, SINGLE young men in her drawing room! What a fine thing for her girls! She jumped in while Lizzy was introducing her family to the Darcys and Mr. Bingley. She carefully introduced Jane among the others. Only Mr. Darcy caught the implication that Mrs. Bennet was unaware of a previous acquaintance with them. He was not sure what that might portend.

The guests sat down to enjoy a cup of tea before returning to Netherfield. Jane was pleased when Mr. Bingley sat next to her. So was Mrs. Bennet. She decided to make sure Mr. Bingley realized how exceptional Jane was. She meandered on about various admirers "one does not often see any body better looking. It is what every body says. I do not trust my own partiality. When she was only fifteen, there was a gentleman at my brother Gardiner's in town, so much in love with her, that my sister-in-law was sure he would make her an offer before we came away. But however he did not. Perhaps he thought her too young. However, he wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were."

By this time Elizabeth was tired of her mothers monologue. She was mortified at Mrs. Bennet's heavy-handed attempts at matchmaking. "And so ended his affection," said Elizabeth impatiently. "There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!"

Mr. Darcy was surprised at her comment. He ruefully thought of some sonnets he had composed on the long, boring trip to Pemberley and back to Hertfordshire. Perhaps reciting them would not be a good idea (if he could ever get a moment alone that is). Was she joking or serious? "I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love," said Darcy, somewhat carefully.

"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Every thing nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away." ***

Most of the room's inhabitants were amused and smiled. Mrs. Bennet was horrified, both by Lizzy turning the topic away from romance and by her appearing strong-minded. "How you do run on, Lizzy!" she said, trying to sound indulgent.

Mrs. Bennet's put-down of her second daughter's intelligence and humor was shocking to Mr. Darcy. It went right over Bingley's head (he was busy gazing at Jane), and the rest of the family was too used to her behavior to think much about it. Fortunately, Miss Darcy had missed the comment, as she was listening quite intently to a description of the Lucas family from Kitty's perspective.

Elizabeth flushed at her mother's comment and turned the conversation to thanking the gentlemen for their escort to her home. Correctly interpreting that as a hint it was time to leave, Darcy and Georgiana rose and gave their thanks to their hostess. Mrs. Bennet accepted them, after assuring herself that the Netherfield party would attend the Assembly that night. Bingley was somewhat tardy, but also realized (after seeing Darcy looming over him) that he had business to attend to at home.

After they left, Mrs. Bennet could not say enough at how wonderful the young men were. Elizabeth was only grateful that the worst of her mothers' raptures were communicated only in the presence of family members. She could only be pleased that Mrs. Bennet entirely missed the fact that Mr. Bingley knew Jane already. If their mother ever realized her daughters had deceived her as to the acquaintance, she would make a huge fuss. There would be no hiding anything from her. Perhaps it might be best to acknowledge a casual acquaintance to her before the assembly tonight. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were sure to acknowledge Jane and Mrs. Bennet might catch on this time.

While contemplating various methods of divulging this information in a casual way, Elizabeth was interrupted.

"My dear girls, what are you sitting around for?!? You should be getting ready for the assembly! Jane, you must go right to bed. It would not do for you to be tired tonight! In fact, I insist that you ALL go have a rest until tea! I will wake you in plenty of time to get ready."

It was easier to give in. The Bennet sisters went upstairs to their rooms. Lizzy followed Jane in first, for a small conference.

"Dear Jane! How you must have worried about me last night. Thank you for sending my things so promptly. I was at my wits end how I was to be respectable for dinner!"

"Miss Darcy included a message asking for one of us to send you some clothes and other necessities. I was happy to oblige." Jane's face was serious.

"Jane, you do not still believe those silly musings from Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley? I can assure you from everything I saw at Netherfield. Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy have a regard for one another that clearly is part of their regard for Mr. Darcy himself - he is all they have in common."

Jane's took on a happier aspect. "Do you really think so? I cannot blame his sisters in hoping for such a respectable alliance..."

"I can! Miss Darcy is a touch young for thinking of marriage. And why should he be forced to give his attentions to someone whose only claim is that she is a friend's younger sister? Though, to be fair, she is VERY shy. I think she really tries not to be. When we were alone or able to talk, she did answer questions, and even ask a few of her own. It is quite obvious that she must make an effort to do so. If I did not know she was shy from Mr. Darcy, I might think her proud. After a little effort, she improves on knowing her better."

Jane smiled at her sister. "I am sure Miss Darcy is all that is amiable. You really must go now. If mama catches you here instead of in your own bed, she will be upset."

"You are right, as always!" said Elizabeth, and she left.

The Bennets were among the first to arrive at the Assembly. The Lucas and other prominent families were also early. Mrs. Bennet spent the time crowing over her neighbors. "So considerate of my poor Lizzy! Such handsome gentlemen! You never saw anything like it! And what do you suppose Mr. Bingley said next?" she prattled on. Her less fortunate friends spent the time considering ways to steal a march on Mrs. Bennet. Most considered it a lost cause. She was acknowledged to be the premier matchmaking mama in the area. After all, she did have FIVE daughters to find husbands for!

By the time the dancing started, Lizzy and Jane were worried. There was no sign of the Bingley party. Jane had promised Mr. Bingley, and Lizzy, Mr. Darcy, the first dance. As gentlemen came up and asked them for a dance, they accepted, but always for ANOTHER dance. Now they were forced to sit by the sidelines.

The door opened once more. Neither looked towards it. Lizzy had hissed at Jane earlier, "We look like fine pair of ninnies! I shall not look at the door one more time!" and Jane had agreed. Mr. Bingley and his party had arrived.

Sir William Lucas, who considered himself the host of the assembly went forward to greet him. "Ah, Mr. Bingley! Welcome, welcome!" The usual greetings and round of introductions followed. Jane and Lizzy stood when Mr. Darcy looked their direction. (Almost) impolitely he moved in their direction. He immediately enquired if Miss Elizabeth would be willing to stand up with a late partner.

Lizzy laughed, "I suppose I must! I have turned other partners down, and it would look so odd if I did not dance now!"

Mr. Darcy laughed in agreement and they joined the line of dancers.

Mr. Bingley, being more polite and agreeable, had a harder time making it over to Jane. He finally excused himself and joined Jane. She smiled as he took her by the hand. "I am sorry, but better late than never, eh? I promise to make it up with proper attention!" he said. They took their place next to Lizzy and Mr. Darcy.

The dance was a long one, but to the dancers it seemed to fly by. Darcy and Bingley attempted to exchange partners for the next dance, but Jane and Lizzy had promised the dance to others, so they had to wait. Instead, Mr. Bingley spent time meeting more people and Mr. Darcy checked on Georgiana.

Mr. Bennet was speaking to her when Mr. Darcy approached. She introduced her brother to Mr. Bennet who looked him over with a gimlet eye. Oddly enough, Georgiana seemed quite at ease with Mr. Bennet. Certainly Darcy was not, but he would be d****d if he would show it!

Mr. Bennet was quite amused. The determined way Darcy had gone over to Lizzy and started dancing with her and his obvious reluctance to let her dance with other men had entertained him. His daughters, except for Mary, were dancing. Mary had pointed out Miss Darcy, so Mr. Bennet decided to take the time to get to know her. She was young and clearly afraid of the crowd. She was being smothered by a pair of harpies (to Mr. Bennet's way of thinking) so he stepped in and had Mary introduce them. He then pulled her aside a little, allowing the London harpies to be defended upon by the Hertfordshire harpies. To both his and Georgiana's amazement, they got along famously. She reminded him of a blend of Jane and Lizzy (but much too shy!) He reminded her of the family steward and her uncle, the Earl of Matlock. By the time Darcy joined them, both were ready to say they had never so enjoyed a social event.

*** stolen almost entirely from JA's original text.

Chapter 24

Lizzy looked over her latest partner's shoulder. She could see Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy and her father (of all people!) talking. She hoped Mr. Darcy would come and speak to her between dances. Even more, she hoped her mother would stay AWAY from him!

Jane was trying to keep up a respectable conversation with her partner. Her mind kept flying to Mr. Bingley. He looked so handsome in his evening clothes! She had almost forgotten, it seemed like so long since that night at the opera...

Mr. Bingley was enjoying himself, as always. He was being introduced around the room. Mrs. Bennet had attached herself to him at one point. Her comments on how beautiful and good tempered Jane was were easily agreed to (causing her to declare he was the most splendid young man imaginable).

Mr. Darcy, on the other hand, was attempting to impress Mr. Bennet without appearing to toady to him. Elizabeth had made it clear to him throughout her conversations that she greatly respected and loved her father. It was therefore important to make sure he (Mr. Darcy) got on his (Mr. Bennet's) good side.

"You would think Mr. Bennet and Georgiana getting along would make it easier!" he thought ruefully to himself. Mr. Darcy had been exerting himself. As this was something he was not used to doing, it was fairly unpleasant to him. Usually people exerted themselves with HIM, not the other was around.

The current dance was coming to a close when Miss Bingley turned up again. She stood quite close to Mr. Darcy, in a clear hint that she wished to be asked to dance. Mr. Darcy instead asked his sister if she was up to dancing with him. She gave happy agreement and they moved to the floor. Miss Bingley was very put out. "What kind of brother would dance with his sister instead of finding an appropriate partner for her!" she fumed aloud. Mr. Bennet decided to answer the rhetorical question.

"One who enjoys his sister's company and is choosy of her - and his - company!" said Mr. Bennet. He grinned at the harpy (who he still had not been introduced to) and wandered off to watch the fun. "I had no idea how much I could enjoy one of these things." he mused. "I will have to make a point of coming to various events until the girls get married. Whoops! Time to head off Mrs. Bennet." He headed over to Mrs. Bennet who had cornered Mr. Bingley and Mr. & Mrs. Hurst.

In the mean time, Georgiana decided to talk about Miss Elizabeth. She was certain her brother was interested in that particular topic, and she wanted to know more herself. It was obvious that Mr. Bennet was as fond of his (slightly unconventional) daughter as his daughter was fond of him. It was therefore a safe topic. It also guaranteed her brother's FULL attention.

The dancing continued. At one point Darcy pulled Bingley aside. They were both watching their ladies dancing with other men. Bingley had made definite attempts to spend time talking to Jane between dances. Darcy had been lucky enough to spend some time with Elizabeth when she was without a partner. Bingley had noticed and now asked why they had sat the dance out.

"Think Charles! I spent the time with Miss Elizabeth quite enjoyably as I could on the dance floor. I have engaged her for the supper dance, so now I will be able to escort her to dinner and enjoy her company throughout the rest of the evening! You need to PLAN Bingley. Have you engaged Miss Bennet for the supper dance yet?"

"No!" exclaimed Bingley in horror. "Do you think it's too late? It must be! Someone else would have asked her by now. Why didn't you suggest this to me earlier Darcy?"

"Do not panic yet. Go straight to her while her current partner is getting her punch and ask. There are more ladies than gentlemen here tonight, and I suspect she might have kept that dance open in case you ask her. For heaven's sake, though, don't waste any more time!"

Bingley dashed off to wait for Jane to come off the dance floor. Darcy couldn't help but smile at the picture of eagerness Bingley presented (having no idea that Mr. Bennet detected that same look in Darcy). Mission accomplished, he decided to attempt dancing with another Bennet sister, as he couldn't have Elizabeth just yet. He wandered over and asked Miss Mary if she was free for the next dance. Mary shyly gave assent.

Mary was having the best evening of her life. She had noticed quite a difference in the way the gentlemen were acting. She had danced twice already, which was quite a record for her. Men were not clamoring for her to dance with them, but still, it was more attention than she had ever had before. Gratitude for her sister's efforts to distinguish her and their advice filled her. They had advised Mary on how to best be a pleasing partner while also enjoying a party. Most of the advice she had attempted to put into practice, and what a time she was having! The greatest pleasure of all, however, was having her mother actually say "You'll never be the beauty Jane is, but I will say you look almost pretty tonight Mary".

Mary was too intimidated to say much during the dance with Mr. Darcy, so both got through it tolerably well.

Finally, the much-anticipated supper dance was called. Darcy was at hand to take Elizabeth to the floor. Bingley pulled himself away from new acquaintances to do the same with Jane. The dance began.

On the dance floor, Jane didn't notice anything but Mr. Bingley. He was gazing dreamily into her eyes as they waited for their turn to promenade. Jane was a little worried that Lizzy was wrong or that Miss Bingley was right. What if Mr. Bingley really was in love with Miss Darcy? Still, he had finally asked her (halfway through the evening) for the supper dance. He was dancing with her, not Miss Darcy. He must have had a chance to ask Miss Darcy for the first dance or the supper dance if that was what he wanted. Perhaps it would be better to make conversation.

"Pray, Mr. Bingley, could you tell me why you were so tardy tonight? I thought you had said you would be here much earlier..."

"Um - of course." said Mr. Bingley, trying to focus on what Miss Bennet was saying. "My sisters were slow in their preparations. I finally sent a maid up telling them they would have to stay behind or come by themselves later if they weren't downstairs in ten minutes." He smiled bashfully at Jane's honest laugh at the situation. "I was determined not to miss the dance you promised me." He smiled at her, even more bashfully.

The noise associated with the first dance had not really allowed for conversation. This had actually pleased Bingley as he was still feeling awkward. Now, he realized, he had to keep up his side or possibly displease the wonderful Miss Bennet.

"I don't understand why they took so long to get ready. Miss Darcy was down in plenty of time, and I see you and all your sisters were as well. I am pleased to realize that tardiness in not a general feminine trait - except in my family!" He hoped to amuse. Miss Bennet was more than willing to be happy, so she smiled at his sally.

"You have no idea how difficult it can be for a lady to prepare for a party. Perhaps your sisters, being in a new environment and worried about meeting new people were a little slower than usual." was Jane's response. She did not want to appear critical of his sisters. It was one thing to complain about your family, quite another for someone else to do it.

"No, no. They are ALWAYS late. I used the one threat I thought would work. I have never actually done it before, but I think I will again. The fear of being left behind was very effective!" Bingley was ready to change the subject. His sisters were not interesting, to him at least. "I have never met so many pleasant people in my life! Hertfordshire is a very agreeable place. Of course, I have always loved the country. I am quite certain it will be a very long time before I tire of it."

Bingley was rather obvious, but the demure Jane Bennet was not really seeing what he said as a compliment to herself. "Yes, we are fortunate in our neighbors. The weather has also been quite fine, most of the time, this autumn." She blushed a little and remembered Elizabeth telling her to be a little more expressive. "I can't help but think that our new neighbors improve the area."

Bingley was the first one to under-rate himself, but this was a compliment he could not miss. It swelled his heart. The small breaks in contact they had as they followed the demands of the dance only made him more eager to once again hold her hand. The finale of the dance was almost painful. At least he had the entire dinner to look forward to!

Darcy and Elizabeth had also enjoyed their dance. They had started out conversing cheerfully enough. Eventually Elizabeth noticed she was carrying the conversation. Mr. Darcy was paying very close attention, but saying little. When she taxed him on it, he colored slightly. Then he smiled a happy little smile and told her "A man may prefer to observe and commit to memory what is beautiful rather than waste his opportunities." Elizabeth gasped at both the compliment and at how bold it was. She paused, unsure on how to respond.

Mr. Darcy gripped her hand before he had to let go. They circled the opposite couples and came back to one another. His soulful gaze at her make Elizabeth color in response. She had many friends, both male and female, but not once had a man looked at her like Mr. Darcy did. They completed the dance in silence, looking, blushing, looking away, then eyes drawing back to one another.

A few people at the Assembly noticed this odd behavior. One was Mr. Bennet, who had a complete answer to his questions about Mr. Darcy and his Elizabeth. Another was Georgiana Darcy, who watched and hoped as she danced with a local gentleman. Miss Bingley narrowed her eyes as she danced with the great grand nephew of an Earl. The last was Charlotte Lucas, who sighed with resignation and was happy for her friend.

The supper was a brief affair. Most of the young people ate and moved back out to the main hall for a few more dances before the Assembly ended. Darcy and Bingley, knowing they had their maximum dances with the sister of preference, decided to keep the ladies in the dinner room as long as possible. The tactic was quite successful. Any gentleman who came and asked Miss Bennet or Miss Elizabeth for a dance was cheerfully told that the ladies were tired and did not intend to dance anymore that night. This was the perfect reply to encourage Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy even more. Neither lady showed any desire to change the company they currently had.

Jane was completely caught up by Mr. Bingley by this time (as much as he was with her). Elizabeth, who was slightly more practical, had noticed her father sitting next to Mrs. Bennet. Very few embarrassing outbursts had been heard from her this night. Lizzy could only be grateful Mr. Bennet had kept his promise/threat. Still, she was glad she had kept Mr. Darcy's attention focused on herself. Hopefully he had not noticed the occasional vulgarity that had escaped her mother before her father could prevent it.

Lydia, to everyone's surprise, behaved fairly well. A quiet word from Jane or Elizabeth brought down the decibel of her laugh and slowed the romping. She was still wild and noisy, but no worse that some of the other younger ladies at the party. At least she didn't stand out. It wasn't ideal, but it was a huge improvement as far as Lydia's sisters were concerned.

The evening ended with the Bennet family and the Netherfield party (with the exception of the Hursts and Miss Bingley) being very pleased and contented. Mrs. Hurst had all she could cope with, as her husband was quite inebriated again. Miss Bingley realized that she could not necessarily count on Louisa to help her. Instead, she starting hatching plots of her own as they waited for the carriage to return them to Netherfield.

Chapter 25

Custom dictated that a gentleman called upon, or at least sent an acknowledgment to the ladies he danced with. Fitzwilliam Darcy, being everything a gentleman should be, was going to honor that tradition. Nothing could have stopped Charles Bingley from doing so, at least where the Bennets were concerned.

Caroline Bingley was most displeased to hear their conversation during breakfast.

"Bingley! Of course your gardener should be able to make up bouquets for the ladies. What did you hire him for? How many did you ask for - I would hate to fall short."

"I told him at least 30 - I danced with quite a few ladies. You shouldn't need many, though. Outside the Bennet ladies and your sister, you hardly danced at all!"

"30. Yes, that should be plenty. We can write the notes to go with them and send your man off to do deliveries. We can pick a few nice ones to take with us to the Bennets."

"To the Bennets!" said Miss Bingley. "I can't imagine why you think you need to visit them. They are a few more country nobodies - and I notice you aren't visiting the rest of the country nobodies." She was surprised by her brother's response and Mr. Darcy's frown.

"Caroline! I do not want to hear you talking about our neighbors and new friends like that again! I am settling in quite well here. If you are not happy, feel free to go visit friends in London. I'm sure you can find a few in your vast number of acquaintances!" Caroline was furious that Charles would speak to her like that - and in front of Mr. Darcy of all people!

At that point, her nebulous plans became definite and a dislike of the Bennets turned into a rage at them - they were ruining her life and her plans!

Louisa wandered in for breakfast, shortly followed by Georgiana. No one expected Hurst to get up until well into the afternoon. "Georgiana! I hope you are well rested. You really should have slept longer!" insisted her brother.

"Nonsense! I feel fine. I slept very well, and I will retire early tonight." she promised. Georgiana was hoping to get away during the afternoon. She knew it would be proper to wait for callers, but she wasn't really "out" yet, and had not really danced with any men outside her own party. She knew Mr. Bingley and Fitzwilliam would be visiting the Bennets, and she wanted to go with them.

Darcy helped his sister to a seat and some food and went on with his conversation with Bingley. They settled the rest of the details for their day with no interruptions and left to complete any needed tasks. Georgiana finished her meal and soon followed. Caroline did the same, leaving Louisa to wonder why everyone was in such a hurry.

Bingley and Darcy set out just after breakfast (really lunch) to visit the Bennets. They had finally given in to Georgiana's pleadings to take her with them. They therefore took a carriage instead of riding as they had originally planned. The flowers were doubtless better off by that particular change in plans...

As it happens, they were the first to call upon the Bennets. The floral tributes to the ladies were greatly appreciated and the gentlemen were given many thanks (mostly from Mrs. Bennet) for their courtesy. Mr. Bennet heard the bustle and his wife's "gentle murmurings" and came in to break things up. He asked if Mr. Darcy and Bingley would like to join him for a cigar. They immediately assented. Mrs. Bennet had been making them nervous (not to mention that no man shrugs away any sign of approval from a potential father-in-law).

Darcy, in particular could not figure out how Mrs. Bennet and Lydia belonged to the rest of the family. And Mr. Gardiner was her brother!!! Still, he couldn't be too proud - he was related to Lady Catherine De Burg.

The men relaxed in the study for a few moments while Mr. Bennet took out a box of cigars. They each selected one and sat back. Mr. Bennet was torn. He REALLY wanted to make sardonic enquiries as to when the young men would be joining the family. He knew that he had to restrain himself - Lizzy would never forgive him if he spoiled things now. Mr. Bennet would have to be satisfied by the ridiculous comments from his wife combined with his daughter's frantic attempt to deflect them and the young men's puzzled looks. A man had to make the most of what he had, Mr. Bennet reflected.

"Did you enjoy the Assembly sir?" Bingley asked. He wasn't used to much silence (except from Darcy) and it unnerved him. Of course, everything about Mr. Bennet tended to unnerve him.

"Indeed. More than I expected." was Mr. Bennet's enigmatic response.

This was all Bingley needed to launch into a rhapsody of compliments for the assembly, the people, the friendliness, the music, etc. Mr. Bennet sat back and enjoyed it, while Darcy discreetly checked out Mr. Bennet's reaction. He realized Mr. Bennet was AMUSED by Bingley's enthusiasm. At first this annoyed Darcy. He suddenly realized that he had often been amused by Bingley's puppy-dog manner. He therefore had no right to by upset by Mr. Bennet's amusement. Besides, Mr. Bennet didn't seem to be nasty - it was honest pleasure as well as amusement to listen to such an innocent as Bingley persisted in being. Mr. Bennet finally broke in to ask his guests if they, and their party, would be free the next evening. He invited them to dinner. Bingley was pleased to accept on his family and guests' behalf. He knew of no prior engagement and would be delighted, etc.

After a short time, used mainly to regroup, the gentlemen rejoined the ladies. Darcy was slightly concerned at having Georgiana exposed to Mrs. Bennet for long periods of time. He was enchanted by Elizabeth, but could not ignore Mrs. Bennets "eccentric" behavior.

While the men had been in the study, other guests had stopped by. Some had come and gone, others were still there. Mrs. Bennet was holding forth on the proper trousseau for a young lady marrying a man of means. Jane and Elizabeth were red with mortification, Mary and Kitty were being VERY quiet, Georgiana didn't know where to look and Lydia was egging her mother on.

Mr. Bennet took one look at the situation and insisted that his wife go arrange a dinner RIGHT NOW for their guests tomorrow. Mrs. Bennet was delighted and sped off (after two reminders from her husband). Everyone (but Lydia) sighed with relief when she left. Normal conversation started up again. Bingley and Darcy confirmed they would be pleased to accept dinner the next night for all their party. They collected Georgiana and departed.

On the drive back to Netherfield, Darcy questioned his sister on her reaction to the Bennets. She was quick to mention how much she liked Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth. She indicated that on further acquaintance Miss Mary and Miss Catherine were quite pleasant. By not mentioning Mrs. Bennet and Lydia, Georgiana made her opinion of them quite clear. She was not capable of saying anything really unkind and did not know how else to say.

"Mrs. Bennet, I would appreciate it if you listened to me. I thought I made it clear that you were NOT to talk about marriage around our daughters and guests. You were not to discuss how rich any of our visitors are or might be. You have once again embarrassed our daughters - and yourself if you had any sense of decency. If you cannot behave yourself, I will send you to visit your cousins in Newcastle or your brother in London."

"Mr. Bennet! You are doing NOTHING to get those girls married! You have no idea how I suffer for them! Oh, what is to become of us?"

Mr. Bennet just stood there, letting his wife wail. A maid hurried in, responding to the cries of her mistress. Mr. Bennet waved the maid away. Mrs. Bennet's shrieks got louder as she hurled accusations at Mr. Bennet - his cruelty, his thoughtlessness, his lack of understanding of HER suffering. The litany of complaints got longer and louder. Mr. Bennet continued to wave away any staff who came to Mrs. Bennets screeches. As their daughters started to arrive, he looked very seriously at Jane and Elizabeth. Over the cries and complaints of Mrs. Bennet, he requested that his daughters take a LONG walk. He looked at Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper. "The house is not open to visitors for the rest of the day, Hill. Mrs. Bennet has been overcome by the late hours and strain of entertaining. Have I made myself clear Hill?" Mrs. Hill nodded and disappeared. Mr. Bennet seldom gave orders, but he expected the orders he gave to be followed by the letter.

His daughters looked over the situation. Lizzy turned immediately and started to shepherd the others out. Jane attempted to linger and was sent on her way by her father. Mrs. Bennet flung herself at Jane and Lydia. She sobbed and wailed in a completely unintelligible manner. Lydia drew back, repulsed by her mother's total loss of control. Jane would have stayed, but her father uttered a curt "On your way!" and she obeyed, with a final glance at her mother.

Mrs. Bennet was really worked up by this time. In the past, she would complain and her husband would tease her. He would walk away, and eventually relent. She always got her own way (in her own mind). This new Mr. Bennet was not teasing her. She realized that there had been a change. He COULD NOT do this to her! After all SHE had put up with - he had no idea!

She continued to sob and carry on. Somehow, he had to understand! Men didn't like weeping women. He would do what she wanted to make her stop crying, if only she could keep it up long enough. Mr. Bennet stood there, grave look on his face. He watched the woman he had been married to for 25 years. He was utterly disgusted. Mrs. Bennet had always been foolish, simple-minded and selfish. Mr. Bennet was finally blaming himself. He could have halted her slide. She had become a caricature of the gossiping, malicious, gold-digging, mindless simpleton. It might be too late to make her behave, but he had to try one last time. Then Mrs. Bennet would be out of chances, he promised himself.

Mrs. Bennet finally collapsed in exhaustion. She had a headache and sore neck and chest from her sobbing. Mr. Bennet had remained standing, arms crossed, the entire time. Finally he said "are you finished?" At her mute nod, he started. Mr. Bennet used every bit of his impressive intellect to verbally skewer Mrs. Bennet. He was careful to use (mostly) words she knew. By the time he was done she was crying again, this time silently. He finished with "I have woken up Madam! You have become impossible to live with. If I have to tell you ONE MORE TIME to behave in a respectable manner, I will get a doctor in and have a certificate signed. I will send you to a private hospital, where your nerves will be cared for and you can play the invalid to your hearts content. I can promise you, once you leave this house, you will never return to it! There will be no more matchmaking done in this household. The girls are doing a fine job of finding men they can RESPECT as husbands. I do not care how much money they have, if they can win my daughters respect and love, I will allow them to marry. You have no more say in this. You will get no more pin money. Any money that is yours, you may spend as you please. When it runs out, you will have no more. Depending on how you behave for the rest of today and tomorrow, I MAY allow you to attend dinner tomorrow night. If I hear ONE WORD out of line, you will be in a carriage to London the next day. Have I made myself clear Mrs. Bennet?"

She remained where she sat, tears on her face. Mr. Bennet spun around and left the room. He went to Mrs. Hill and told her to wait half and hour, then send someone to help Mrs. Bennet to bed. She seemed very tired. He then went to his study and waited for the return of his daughters.

Chapter 26

The Bennet sisters were fairly silent during their walk. All had felt the anger of their father. Each instinctively knew that things at home were coming to a head. Lizzy was sorry, but also grateful that her father had taken her pleas seriously. Jane was extremely worried about her mother and father. How hard it would be for him to be severe with Mama! How Mama did TRY to do what was best for her daughters... how often she failed in her attempts.

Mary couldn't help but think that if Mama had read Fordyce's Sermons she would have known how inappropriate her behavior was and perhaps changed. Kitty was so upset she didn't know WHAT to think. The changes in her life over the last weeks was more than she could handle. She started to cry. Jane left Lizzy's side to link arms with her younger sister. Kitty smiled through her tears, but continued to cry. The little group stopped in a grove, out of sight of any who might pass.

"What are YOU crying for Kitty? Papa is not angry with YOU" Lydia yelled. Lizzy grabbed Lydia and told her to be quiet. "I won't be quiet! None of you are standing up for Mama!"

Kitty continued to cry. Lizzy quietly put her arms around Lydia and said "You are right that we haven't defended Mama Lydia. Mama has been in the wrong. Unless she starts to see that, we can do nothing. Perhaps Papa will help her understand that today. If so, she will have my full support to help her..." Lizzy trailed off. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to say. She had started feeling badly for her mother, perhaps for the first time in many months. Jane took up where Lizzy left off.

"Mama needs to understand how she could be hurting us Lydia. I'm sure she means well, but her comments and behavior could materially hurt our chances. We are not rich, which hurts us enough. Mama, without meaning to, lessens our respectability when she starts talking about the matches we are going to make or uses vulgar phrases. She hurts you and Kitty by letting you think that such behavior is acceptable in polite society. She hurts the feelings of others, even members of her own family, by saying things that simply should not be thought, let alone talked about in public. Lydia, perhaps she has not said anything that hurts you, but can you say it is right for her to run down Mary's looks in front of other people? Is it right that Kitty should be scolded for coughing, just because Mama is unhappy?"

Lizzy continued the litany. "Does it not embarrass you that other people ask Mama questions just to laugh at her replies? All the time, she is being serious and they are laughing at her! Not just Papa, but other ladies and gentlemen in the neighborhood! It makes us all ridiculous! Does it not bother you that sometimes other people PITY us, for our forward mother and dowerless condition?" Her outburst surprised the others.

Mary quietly replied, both to Lizzy and Lydia. "If our mother is less refined that she should be according to society's standards, we can only hope that our own behavior proves us to be worth knowing in our own right." She did not sound preachy, just stated the facts as she saw them. "Is that not what you and Jane do all the time?"

"I don't care!" stormed Lydia. "Mama listens to me! Nobody else does any more! She is always doing things for me, and I won't let Papa be mean to her!" Lydia turned and started back home. The others were stunned. Nothing Lydia had every done before indicated she was actually capable of such loyalty. It also caused the other girls to be ashamed of any angry thoughts they held towards their mother. Whatever mistakes she made, she did try to do her best, however misguided she was. They followed Lydia, but convinced her to sit with them for a while in the garden when they returned home. All were convinced their father meant it when he told them to go out.

At dinner time they went in. Their father met them in the dining room. He quietly informed them their mother was not well and was resting upstairs. Since this usually meant distressed calls for Hill or other maids, for assistance from her daughters, bells ringing and shouts for attention, the girls each decided that their mother was REALLY not feeling well. Lizzy and Jane in particular felt wretched. Nobody ate very much dinner. When the servants left the room after serving, Lydia demanded to know what Papa had done to their mother.

Mr. Bennet gave his youngest a quick look. She had that obstinate look on that meant she was going to be annoying until she got what she wanted. For once, it was not something totally selfish. "We had a long discussion. I have given your mother an ultimatum. If she does not quit humiliating this family in public, I am sending her to London. Depending on the severity of the outrage, it could be to your uncle or it could be to a private hospital."

His daughters gasped. Most had (correctly) identified the "private hospital" as a private bedlam (mental hospital) which would be more like a prison. "Papa!" Jane cried out. She was so shocked, she could not continue.

Lydia, who had NOT connected private hospital with bedlam, was sure her mother was truly ill (for once). "What did you do to her!" screamed Lydia. She jumped up and dashed out the door to check on her mother. Mr. Bennet continued to sit at the table and study the reactions of the rest of his daughters. Mary looked horrified. Kitty looked puzzled. She was still trying to work everything out. Elizabeth just looked miserable.

"Papa. Please. You wouldn't really send her to a place like that, would you?" Lizzy had started to feel like she did not understand anyone in her own family. Her father looked defeated.

"Lizzy, I had to do something. Those young men like you and Jane very much, unless I am quite mistaken. However, smaller things than your mother's behavior have put men off before. I should have done something years ago, you were right in that. Only something extreme will work now. I only hope its not too late." He stood. "I will leave you to what is left of the meal. Goodnight." He quietly walked away. Lizzy stood and gave him a hug as he passed.

"Papa, I know you did what you thought was best." He gave her a wry smile and walked away.

The others stood and they went up to check on Lydia and their mother. Lydia was hovering over their mother, who was asleep. She looked ten years older. The noise of her girls entering woke her up. Lydia threw herself at her mother and cried "I won't let him send you away! I won't!"

Mrs. Bennet was touched by the defense of her favorite. The others gathered around her. "Your father wants me to leave." she said, a touch bitterly. "I suppose that's what you really want, isn't it Lizzy? Mary?" Mrs. Bennet looked away, but to everyone's surprise, did not start to cry or complain about her nerves. "I suppose I will go quietly to my brothers home. At least I can count on Edward and Madeline." Their was defeat in her voice.

None dared say anything for a moment, then Lizzy stepped forward and took her mother's hand. "Mama. I think I speak for all of us when I say we know you have tried to do what you think is best for us." This small praise made Mrs. Bennet look at her second daughter. "I'm sure Papa seemed very hard, but we will get past this Mama. We all want you to stay, I'm sure." The others murmured their assent and Lydia decisively said "Of course!"

"What, precisely did Papa say?" asked Mary. Here their mother started showing a little of her old spirit. She couldn't cry, but the aggrieved whine was back. "He told me I was embarrassing the family, that if you girls did not make advantageous marriages it would be MY fault, that he was taking away my pin money, that I couldn't even attend dinner in my own home!" Mrs. Bennet's voice started to rise. Jane made soothing noises.

Kitty was startled "That's why you weren't at dinner? He told you to stay upstairs?"

"No, no." Their mother waved that away. "He was referring to dinner tomorrow. The excellent dinner I've planned for dear Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy! And their sisters of course. He said if I said anything out of line he would not let me go to dinner tomorrow!" Lizzy had to hide a smile. Her mother's interpretation of whatever her father had said was typical of both of them. Jane told her mother that she was sure Papa did not mean it.

"I think he did." Mary said with aplomb. The others turned to her, unsure of why Mary would say such a thing. "He was very upset at dinner, but he was also pretty direct. He will send you away if he disapproves of you any more Mama. You will simply have to try to change. If he sees you making an effort, he will relent. Look how he has changed to myself and Kitty." Mary started to plead with her mother. "Mama, we will all help you. Papa would be so proud of you! When you show everyone how respectable you can be, you will really help us find good husbands. Think about it Mama!"

Mr. Bennets step was heard in the hallway. The Bennet girls decided to disband as their mother looked very tired. Jane administered a dose of headache powders to their mother Each girl kissed her goodnight and left her to rest.

Jane and Lizzy took the others into Jane's room. They talked for several hours about what their father (and they) would see as necessary to get their mother up to snuff. Jane and Lydia were chosen to talk to her the next morning. Lydia was showing amazing maturity as she finally realized how serious the situation was. Having favored daughter status made it more likely, in Lizzy's opinion, that Mrs. Bennet might LISTEN to the plan the ladies had created.

Miss Caroline Bingley also sat and plotted in her room. She had several letters written (ready to post) and was working on more. Damaging information about a Miss EB of Hertfordshire, who carried around a certain Gentleman's handkerchief in her reticule, was ready to be sent the top newspapers in London. Caroline knew they liked to publish embarrassing information whenever possible. The English nobility and gentry enjoyed reading and deciphering the innuendo and initials with their morning tea and toast. Enough would figure out who it was, once Caroline was done writing personal letters to many acquaintances in London. The draft was ready. It complained about living in the wilds of HERTFORDSHIRE. It talked about a recent country dance where the BENNET girls made themselves ridiculous over any man they could get their hands on. It would be enough for her friends, when the saw the paper the next day, to figure out that a Bennet girl was being discussed and that she was a tramp. It would damage the reputation of the family as a whole. It would NOT link Mr. Darcy (who might have to offer for Miss Elizabeth if things went bad enough) to the mess. After all, Caroline wanted Mr. Darcy free to marry herself when he realized how unworthy those Bennet gold-diggers were.

An anonymous letter to Mr. Darcy's aunt, Lady Catherine De Bourg, would be the first to go off. It would let the Lady know what danger Mr. Darcy was putting himself in. The other letters would not be mailed for a day or two, but this one would go out in the early post the next day. Miss Bingley was quite proud. She was certain that nothing in that letter could link her to it. When Mr. Darcy finally came to his senses, he would save Charles as well. There would be no Bennets connected to her in any way. The plan was foolproof!

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