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Chapter 27

When Caroline finally rose for the day, everyone had been up for hours (except for Mr. Hurst). She was greeted with cheerful humor from the rest of the party. "Might as well get your rest. Remember, we are going to the Bennets for dinner tonight, the Lucas' are having a party tomorrow night and Darcy, Hurst and I are joining the officers the night after that." Bingley said. He turned to Miss Darcy and suggested a walk. She shyly agreed after a look from her brother and his assent to going out. Louisa couldn't be bothered getting out of her chair, and Caroline had not yet had anything to eat so the men and Georgiana made their escape.

Bingley continued on the conversation he had started indoors. "I am persuaded few people understand how pleasant the country is. I have not been dull here at all! Most days there are dinners, dances, hunting or card parties and other entertainments planned. It is all very comfortable too! I can see now why you spend so much time at Pemberley Darcy!"

"Bingley, I spend so much time at Pemberley because the estate requires attention. Nothing runs itself - not a farm, a shop or even a party. Someone must organize and oversee the effort, or nothing will be accomplished. My father taught me to be responsible for Pemberley and our tenants. Really, how could I do that from London? Especially in the summer, when the farms are so busy. Not to mention that I enjoy time with Georgiana." He gave his sister a fond glance. She smiled up at him.

"I like spending time with you too Fitzwilliam. I enjoy the quiet and peace at Pemberley. I don't have to worry about saying something stupid there. Everyone knows me so I don't have to get to know new people. It can be very hard. Visiting in London is so different from being in school!"

Both men protested that she did not say anything stupid, that she was perfect company. "Look how well you got on with people at the Assembly two nights ago! Everyone thought you were quite charming." exclaimed Bingley.

"I was very proud of how well you acquitted yourself." affirmed her brother.

They continued their walk and talk as long as they could. Bingley started teasing Darcy that the reason he avoided London and Ton amusements was to avoid the husband-hunters. Darcy laughed and agreed that Bingley had identified one more reason Darcy preferred Pemberley to almost anywhere else. Georgiana was surprised, but also laughed. None of them wanted to go in. Unfortunately, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst finally came out to join them. The gentlemen accepted the scolding with aplomb and the larger group strolled for a while longer before going in.

Bingley suggested Darcy join him for a game of billiards. He was disappointed that Mr. Hurst was awake and willing to join them. Charles wanted to talk to Darcy about the best way to propose to Miss Jane Bennet. He had decided that he was sure of his own heart, and was reasonably sure of her acceptance. There was no reason to delay any longer. However, he wanted Darcy's help in drafting a beautiful proposal. Bingley knew he wasn't as good with words, and he wanted his moment with Jane to be memorable.

Miss Bingley was not in humor to spend more time with the Bennets that evening. She could not cry off, however, because who else would protect Charles and Mr. Darcy from the designs of those dreadful Bennets? Caroline was well practiced in the art of intimidation. She dressed in her most elegant clothes, pulled out her best jewels. She wanted it made clear that the residents and guests of Netherfield were well above those of Longbourn. Louisa always dressed to show off, so Caroline felt it was unnecessary to ask Louisa to dress in her best as well. The maids spent a hour on each lady's hair.

Georgiana, in contrast, spent just an hour getting ready. Her brother did not care for her to fuss too much. He complained that too many young ladies tried to grow up too quickly. After her (almost) disastrous summer, Georgiana was more than happy to remain a young lady, not yet "out" and stay on the sidelines. Her natural modesty meant she did not care to dress in a noticeable fashion. Mr. Darcy greatly preferred to keep to this state of affairs as long as it might last.

The Bennet household was very quiet. Mrs. Bennet had been tearful and had talked to her daughters. A gesture Jane developed reminded her mother when Mrs. Bennet's voice started to rise. By afternoon, all her daughters were using it. If nothing else, at least they had avoided any further anger from Mr. Bennet. He spent most of the day in his study (as usual). The lack of screaming, shrieking and constant bell-ringing by Mrs. Bennet was gratefully noted by Mr. Bennet. He had hopes that Mrs. Bennet had finally taken in what he said and might actually abide by it.

Mrs. Bennet was resentful, but determined not to miss dinner in her own home - and with such guests! Who knew why those young men were taking so long in proposing, but maybe tonight would do it! She just knew Jane could not be so beautiful for no reason! Mr. Darcy seemed unaccountably taken with Lizzy as well. With any luck, if he became disgusted with Lizzy's strong-minded behavior, he might become interested in one of the others. After all, he had danced with Mary and Kitty at the Assembly as well as with Lizzy and Jane! He had hardly stood up with another women in the place (other than his own sister, for goodness sake!) Plans still abounded in Mrs. Bennet's mind. For once, she kept most of them in, to the eternal gratitude of her "girls".

The guests arrived on time for socializing before dinner. Mr. Darcy and Georgiana gravitated towards Lizzy almost as soon as they entered. Mrs. Bennet made sure a space next to Jane was left for Mr. Bingley on the sofa. He quickly claimed it. Mr. Bennet had joined his family as soon as the guests were announced. He watched his wife and daughters entertain their guests with little sign of trouble and breathed a sigh of relief. Playing the heavy-handed husband and father went against his nature.

Dinner was announced. The group went in, paired off by rank and age. Miss Bingley was quite put out that she was not given Mr. Darcy as a partner, as she should have been. Instead, Mr. Bennet took in Mrs. Hurst, Mrs. Bennet was walked in by DARCY!!!, Mr. Hurst took in Miss Bingley (ugh! she thought), Miss Bennet was joyfully claimed by Mr. Bingley, and the rest of the Bennet ladies and Georgiana went in together. Miss Bingley could not believe the crudity of these Bennets - they didn't even invite enough men to even out the table! "I have never seen such a thing!" she thought to herself, as she was seated next to Mr. Hurst.

The worst of all was that Mr. Darcy was seated between Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth! While Miss Bingley was forced to sit next to her brother-in-law and across from her own brother. What a waste!

Mrs. Bennet spent the majority of the meal talking about the food, drink, card party planned for later, and other unexceptionable topics. Perhaps she did not provide a refreshing opinion, but at least she was not a huge embarrassment to her family. Mr. Darcy listened politely and even contributed when appropriate. He was happy to listen to and respond to Elizabeth at every opportunity. Over all, the meal was not the disaster it could have been.

The gentlemen went to the study after the meal. They enjoyed a drink of port and a cigar each. There was little conversation, but Darcy and Mr. Bennet did discuss Mr. Bennet's book collection in more detail. Bingley, who read little, and Hurst, who never read, enjoyed the port and prepared to rejoin the women.

Miss Bingley had been carefully condescending throughout the meal (when she could, which was seldom). She continued, with more success, in the parlor. Mrs. Bennet was prepared to fawn over the sisters of her (soon to be - please God!) sons-in-law. Her methods of giving advice to poor, motherless Georgiana upset Elizabeth and Jane, so they steered Mrs. Bennet away. Instead, Kitty and Mary and Lydia chatted with Georgiana. Mrs. Hurst, Miss Bingley and the older Bennet daughters made another group. Jane attempted to ignore the put-downs and snide remarks of the "ladies". Elizabeth inserted her own come backs when necessary. At first, Mrs. Bennet took Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst's "compliments" at face value. Soon, even Mrs. Bennet could no longer ignore the fact that they were actually being quite insulting. Mrs. Bennet was about to take great exception to the Bingley ladies comments about "appropriate" dinner parties when the gentlemen returned. Fortunately, Mrs. Bennet then became too interested in forwarding time between Jane and Mr. Bingley and Lizzy and Mr. Darcy to pay any more attention to the Bingley sisters.

Mr. Bennet stayed close to his wife and drew her attention away from the young couples. He whispered in her ear "The young men can manage quite nicely on their own my dear Mrs. Bennet. You may spend your time discussing the party at the Lucas' tomorrow or the lace on someone's gown." He then stepped over to Mr. Hurst and refilled his glass.

The evening finally ended and guests were on their way back to Netherfield. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst felt it necessary to cut apart the evening's "entertainment". "How can they even call it a dinner party! There was very little dinner! Uneven numbers at table! We are surrounded by savages!" exclaimed Miss Bingley. Each comment was punctuated by an affirmative by Mrs. Hurst. Mr. Bingley swiftly commented that he did not care to hear any more insults to the neighbors. His comment effectively ended conversation in his coach. Mr. Darcy and Georgiana, in their own coach, had a pleasant drive back discussing the merits of the Bennets. Each was found to have a certain value, though Elizabeth was clearly the most talented, lovely, clever, charming... (you get the picture)

The party broke up when they entered the house. A "post party" wind down of tea or wine in the sitting room before retiring was common. Darcy immediately suggested that Georgiana (unused to late hours) would be better off in bed. Her maid could bring a hot cup of tea or chocolate to her in bed. Bingley seconded the motion and their was a mad scramble to get away from Caroline and Louisa. They had their hot drinks in angry silence and then retired as well. Caroline was glad she had sent the letter to Lady Catherine. With any luck, Darcy would be summoned by her immediately and that would put an end to the Bennet nonsense. When they were all safely away from Netherfield and disassociated from the Bennets (Miss Bingley was sure she could manage Charles without Mr. Darcy's bad influence), she would send out the letters to her friends in London. Shortly after that, the letters to the newspapers could go out and the Bennets would face total humiliation!

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Darcy sighed. He had more than enough of Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst and even Mr. Hurst. He just wanted to be ALONE for a while. An invitation to help Bingley with his accounts was decidedly a good second choice. "Certainly Bingley. Let's take a look at them now."

As Mr. Bingley had expected, nobody else seemed interested. He could finally get Darcy's opinion on the proposal he had written (ready to memorize) for Miss Jane Bennet. When they had sat down in the office, Bingley cleared his throat. "Actually Darcy, I have something else I want to discuss with you. I think the accounts are in order - we only worked on them a couple of days ago. If you don't mind?" Charles gave his best friend an anxious look.

"Of course not Bingley. You don't need to ask. What can I help you with?"

Bingley opened up a discussion on his intention to propose to Miss Bennet.

"I think Bingley, you need to think about WHERE this proposal should occur. A nice walk or moment in the garden, followed by a private audience with Mr. Bennet is the thing."

Having made the decision to propose, Bingley was eager to do so immediately. "Why don't I just ask her tonight Darcy? I don't know how I can prevent myself from speaking, now that I am ready!"

"Really, Bingley. Show some respect for the lady! Do you really think Miss Bennet is the sort to enjoy the scandal of a public proposal in a room full of people? Think what it would do to her reputation if you dragged her away from a party! It might not bother you, but it might upset the object of your affection!"

Bingley immediately agreed and (with a sigh) decided that all he could do was spend as much time as possible with his angel until he could get her alone. An early visit to Longbourn the next day seemed a good idea...

"All right Darcy, you've made your point. Would you mind looking at the proposal? I have it written out here." Bingley pulled a sheaf of papers out of his coat.

Darcy glanced at it. "If I could read it, I might venture an opinion on the content. As I cannot, I will only suggest that boring her to tears with an hour long speech might be a bad start."

Charles turned crimson. "It's not ALL one speech! Each page is a different version. Should I read them to you?" He pulled the pages out of his friend's hands. "Hmm. I was rather rushed when writing... this one was the best... no, wait a minute, this is the one... well..."

With a sigh, Darcy made a suggestion. "She likes you a great deal, Bingley. Just say you love her and wish to marry her. I imagine that's all it requires."

"Really?" said Bingley with an eager smile. "You really think she'll say yes?"

Darcy laughed. "There is NO doubt in my mind Bingley! Just say your piece. If you bring me along, I will do my best to distract the rest of the family so you get your time alone."

"That would be wonderful!" Bingley exclaimed. He then gave his friend a sly look. "Perhaps I can provide the same service to you?"

The shot hit home. Darcy had decided that he had known Miss Elizabeth quite long enough to be sure of his interest. The final factor, his sister, was most promising. Georgiana obviously was becoming very fond of Elizabeth. Elizabeth could be a sister and role model for Georgiana - look how well she and Jane cared for the younger girls in their family.

Darcy turned red and said to his friend, "Thanks for the offer. I will let you know if I need any 'assistance' from you. Otherwise, you can simply do your wooing your way, and leave me to do mine in MINE."

Bingley crowed "You sly dog! You are going to propose to the lovely Elizabeth! When? We could have a double wedding, think of that!"

"You are getting ahead of yourself again Bingley!" declared Darcy. "One thing at a time. I am not in the rush you seem to be in. We'll let Mrs. Bennet get over the raptures of a daughter engaged before she gets another." Both men chuckled.

"Alright Darcy. You know your business better than any man I have ever met. Just let me know - I should be desolate if I missed the announcement!" More chuckles followed that statement, and the conversation turned. Bingley went back to his favorite topic - admiring Jane. This gave Darcy plenty of leeway to follow his own thoughts about Elizabeth.

"I think Elizabeth and I have come to an understanding." Darcy considered - he had only the greatest respect for a lady who had turned down an offer for marriage that only offered creature comforts. While the Pemberley estate was worth considerably more that Longbourn, the principle that Elizabeth and Jane had shown in refusing their cousin's offer (when they had no guarantee of another) revealed the ladies inner strength and convictions.

Of all the women he had met, only Elizabeth and Jane had (to his knowledge) refused an offer of marriage SOLELY based on how likely they were to be happy married to the man. Collins' prospects meant nothing if they could not respect him. It went contrary to everything Darcy actually knew of the "ladies" in town who happily married men twice their age, idiots and cads. They then ignored their husbands affairs, spent his money or used his name, gossiped, shopped, produced an heir or two and then (for the most scandalous or dissipated) had affairs of their own. These women would freely admit they cared nothing for their husband. They picked the best "catch".

Fitzwilliam Darcy was supremely aware of his own worth as a "catch" and had been for many years. Elizabeth seemed to like him for himself. She talked to him, and he to her almost like friends. "Almost" he smiled to himself, "but not quite. I never felt quite so - on edge - as I do around her. So aware of every movement, every smile. She is everything that is delightful. I know Georgiana approves of her. She comes from a respectable family. There is nothing to impede us. I shall wait for the furor over Bingley and Jane to finish, then I will declare myself. I really should get to London before then and get a ring."

A comment from Bingley as to the time brought Darcy back from his pleasant thoughts. Bingley had not noticed Darcy's abstraction at first. When he had, he knew Darcy was thinking about the excellence of his own lady. Bingley was pleased. He had often wondered when his friend would find a lady for himself and be happy. There was every evidence the finding had happened, and the happiness was well on it's way to being pure joy.

The Lucas' party went much as expected. When Lydia demanded dancing, Sir William placated Mary, who then willingly played a reel. Mr. Darcy watched indulgently as Miss Lydia demanded a couple of young officers join herself and Miss Katherine for a dance. The children joined in. The sight was quite pretty, and appropriate for a small party. "True, Miss Lydia is a little rambunctious, but there is no harm in her." He turned from the younger Bennet ladies to admire his particular favorite. "Perhaps Elizabeth - I mean MISS Elizabeth - would like to dance?" he thought. Miss Bingley was in the path he would take to get to Elizabeth. Not one to let little things get in his way, Mr. Darcy bravely strode past Miss Bingley.

"Sir! Mr. Darcy - a moment of your time!" insisted Miss Bingley. With a (quiet) sigh, Mr. Darcy complied. Whatever the cost, he had to maintain civility with Bingley's sisters. "Dear Mr. Darcy. Can you believe the simplicity of these people? DANCING at a private party? I believe you once said that "every savage can dance". I suppose they feel they must prove it at every opportunity!" Her snide laugh was the final straw.

"Actually, I was on my way to ask a lady to dance myself. I am sure we will all weather your, and the Ton's, scorn." With that put-down, he finished crossing the room and bowed to Elizabeth. Miss Bingley's face screwed up for a second and it was questionable whether it was tears or rage that twisted her features. In very little time she smoothed her features and turned her back on the dancers (now including Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth and her own brother and Miss Bennet). Instead, she spent her time charming the foolish young men in the room. They would provide many chances to store up evidence of country depravity for her London friends.

The party wound up at a reasonable hour. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley escorted the Bennet party to their carriage before leaving themselves. The trip home was punctuated only by Mr. Hurst's snores. Louisa rallied herself to make a few cruel (and sometimes untrue) observations on the "country bumpkins" they had be "forced" to consort with throughout the evening. Mr. Bingley gave her a severe look. Mr. Darcy ignored her prattle until he had finished his drink and said goodnight. Mr. Hurst continued to snore. She looked to her sister, Caroline, to support her views. Caroline had never shown reluctance to cut apart people before! The silence was uncanny!

Louisa finally realized that Caroline was brooding over something. This was NOT a good sign. The two sisters normally got along, but Louisa had been on the receiving end of Caroline's temper before. She only hoped Caroline was not upset with her this time, though it seemed unlikely. After everyone retired, Louisa thought a little more on the topic. She finally convinced herself that Caroline was out of spirits; of course she was! Mr. Darcy was not coming up to scratch in a satisfactory way. Why, he paid more attention to that ragamuffin, Miss Eliza Bennet than to anyone else, even his own sister! Add to that the fact that their brother seemed determined to throw himself away on Jane when Georgiana Darcy (and her fortune of 30,000 pounds) could be his... well! It made Louisa a little ill also! Having made her own judgement as to her sister's strange behavior, Louisa settled down for a good rest.

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Mr. Bingley's early visiting habits kept the Bennet family on their toes. As they were unsure when Mr. Bingley might arrive, Mrs. Bennet insisted that Jane and the other girls be up, groomed, dressed and breakfasted at what most families would consider the crack of dawn. The day after the Lucas party was no different. "It's a good thing we were home early" Elizabeth thought, as the maid took her plate away. "Otherwise, I would be so tired I would fight with mama!"

The family had just finished an early breakfast when carriage wheels were heard outside. Mrs. Bennet immediately demanded that the family get into the morning room. She wanted all the girls to be displayed at their best. Mr. Bennet and the rest of the family had no objections so the move was quickly accomplished. There was general disappointment when the "carriage wheels" were discovered to be nothing more than a delivery of flowers. There was great excitement over the reading of the cards (once Mrs. Bennet got over her disappointment). It was a long and boring morning of embroidery and listening to Mary's (greatly improved) playing.

"Why haven't Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy come to visit yet?" pouted Mrs. Bennet. "They have never failed us before. Oh dear, what did you girls do last night? Lizzy, tell me you were not pert and drove them away! The flowers are lovely, but perhaps they are only being polite!"

Mr. Bennet had enjoyed the serenity that had prevailed so far that morning. He had therefore stayed with his family instead of retreating to his library. "Do not fret yourself my dear Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are hardly obliged to visit us EVERY morning. They do have business of their own to attend to."

"Perhaps they felt today would be a good day to attend to business, as Papa says" agreed Elizabeth. "It would be like them to not come when we had been out the night before. They would realize we are tired and they must also be tired."

"Mr. Darcy is very solicitous of Miss Darcy's health. If he insisted that she rest, he would be concerned that we do so also." was Jane's contribution.

This satisfied Mrs. Bennet that there was no slight to her girls. She started to ramble on about the clothes each lady had worn the night before. The topic was unexceptional and required little participation from those who were not interested. Mr. Bennet, who felt family togetherness had been fulfilled for the day, disappeared discretely to his library. Jane and Elizabeth exchanged amused glances and continued to work. Lizzy was helping Lydia remake a bonnet while Jane and Kitty worked on remodeling a dress for Mary.

Meanwhile, back at Netherfield...

The family rose late. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were still used to "town hours". Miss Darcy was a getting tired from all the activity - she still wasn't used to being so much in company. An opportunity to sleep late and "catch up" a little was very welcome. Still, if Darcy and Bingley had gone on their typical morning visit to the Bennets, being a little tired would certainly would not have stopped Georgiana from accompanying them.

Darcy spent the morning with Bingley, working first on Bingley's accounts. While Bingley then caught up on his correspondence, Darcy worked on his own. With hard work and diligence, the gentlemen finished their work by luncheon. They joined the ladies at the table. After such a quiet morning, none of the residents expect any company. Perhaps a visitor or two later on, around teatime, but no one would visit so early after a party. It was therefore a huge shock when the maid entered and announced "Lady Catherine DeBourg".

A simple luncheon was served to the family. The family ate and returned to the drawing room. Elizabeth was hoping for a visitor. Anyone would be welcome (well, almost) to break the tedium. It did not even have to be someone from Netherfield!

The sight of Charlotte Lucas and her sister Maria through the window was therefore very pleasant. Mrs. Bennet, sure of her success with Jane and Mr. Bingley, was actually moderately polite to Charlotte. Lizzy did NOT want to push her luck, however, so she asked Charlotte to join her in a short walk in the garden. The two wrapped up and went outside.

"You must wonder at my visiting today Lizzy. I know I should be home receiving visitors, but we are unlikely to get many. I wanted to tell you something Mrs. Long's niece told Maria when they came by, about a half hour ago. Apparently a very fine carriage has been seen at Netherfield. Mr. Bingley apparently has more visitors! Do you know anything about it? Sally says there were definitely an older woman in the carriage, but she could not make out the other occupants.

"Why no, Charlotte. Mr. Bingley and his guests mentioned nothing last night. Still, Mr. Bingley is so friendly. Perhaps the carriage contains friends who are traveling through. It would be more pleasant to rest and eat with friends than in a posting inn. Anyone intimate with Mr. Bingley would know that, even uninvited, they would be made welcome by him."

"I suppose you are right Lizzy. There was no evidence of other wagons or carriages with servants and luggage. None that was mentioned... it does seem odd though."

"Yes, very odd. Jane and I intend to call on the ladies at Netherfield tomorrow. I will find out more then, I am sure. Did you want to accompany us perhaps?" asked Elizabeth. Any extra company on her visits to the Bingley sisters was welcome. Charlotte's behavior was to be depended on, and she would provide a barrier to the Bingley sister's unkindness.

Charlotte gave an eager affirmative. "I have been meaning to visit. They are so seldom home, and I think the visit would be better with more people."

The ladies exchanged glances that spoke volumes. Each knew what they could not (politely) say aloud - the Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley were simply nasty and a group visit would now allow them to concentrate too much on any one victim.

With plans made and agreed upon, Charlotte accompanied Lizzy into the house to enjoy tea and some interaction with the rest of the family. Charlotte would never hurt Lizzy by being obvious, but she was curious about the significant difference in Mrs. Bennet's behavior and wanted to see if it continued. Charlotte was in some ways even more observant (though more quiet) than Lizzy had noticed Jane and Lizzy twitching a hand several times during the evening before. Each time they did it, the volume of Mrs. Bennets' comments had decreased rather dramatically. Something was up, and Charlotte was curious. She would find out what was happening, she just needed to keep her eyes open!

The shock (and horror in some cases) following the announcement of Lady Catherine's visit froze everyone in the room. Lady Catherine swept in and fixed her eyes on Darcy. He nearly squirmed with embarrassment. How could she show up uninvited to his friend's home!!! Georgiana, who was terrified of Lady Catherine, was close to tears. Just seeing her Aunt had been enough to make her cry when she was a little girl and the impulse had never gone completely away.

Bingley and his sisters, who had never met Lady Catherine, were unsure of how to react. Charles took the bull by the horns and rose as Darcy (finally able to speak) made introductions to his aunt. She barely acknowledged them and demanded a private audience with her nephew. Darcy asked for, and was given permission, to use the library. They entered the room and closed the door.

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Darcy was experienced in dealing with his aunt. Generally it was best to let her speak what was on her mind. Only then would he have a chance to reply. In this case, as he had NO idea why she had chased him down, he had no other choice. "Lady Catherine" he began, his formal address a sign of respect - and of distance. "What brings you to Hertfordshire?"

"You must know Darcy! It cannot be that you have not heard the dreadful rumours being spread about you and some low-born hussy!" came the imperious response.

Darcy was stunned. "No - the trip to London with Jane and Elizabeth - it cannot be spreading!" he thought briefly. In a millisecond, he decided that letting his aunt spell it out rather than being familiar with the shocking story would be best.

"Aunt, I am not familiar with any "low-born hussy". What rumours are you discussing, and to whom do you refer?"

"Some woman named Bennet. You cannot keep it from ME Darcy! My pastor at Hunsford has told me all about the woman! It's his COUSIN - imagine, a Darcy allied with a country pastor's cousin! His finance's family - a DECENT young woman and quite appropriate for his place in life - has kept him appraised. You will announce your engagement to Anne immediately and put an end to all this gossip. Collins says it is all over this county. How DARE you give undeserved attentions to some country nobody! I am excessively displeased!" Lady Catherine, used to proper respect, was very surprised at Darcy's reaction.

"You have said quite enough Madam! Miss Elizabeth Bennet is an intelligent, honest, modest and utterly charming GENTLEMAN'S daughter. She is not only my equal, I find her my superior in some ways! I hope we shall be engaged very soon. Your pastor is a tale-carrying toady who was disappointed by her refusal of him - before she and I had ever met! If he chooses to take out that disappointment by defaming her, I can assure you it will go badly for him!"

"I am not yet finished Darcy!" roared Lady Catherine.

"Oh yes you are!" bellowed Mr. Darcy. ***

Lady Catherine had no idea how to react. She had never expected open rebellion from her favorite nephew. She knew Anne had no desire to marry Darcy, but Darcy had never before openly declared he would not marry his cousin. Before she could start up again, Mr. Darcy opened the door and called for a servant. He asked the man to escort Lady Catherine to her carriage. Darcy then walked out.

Lady Catherine said to his back, "You will regret this Darcy! Don't expect any of the family to notice her - it is a stain upon the family! Mark my words!"

Will ill grace Lady Catherine consented to be escorted to her carriage. She gave orders to her coachman and left Hertfordshire.

Meanwhile...

Mr. Darcy did not feel up to seeing the others quite yet. He retreated to his room to compose himself. He could not believe what had happened, but at least he knew the rumours were not what he feared. A bit of nasty-intentioned backbiting from Mr. Collins was a far cry from the dreadful scandal that would ruin the Bennet family if the stop at the Crossroads Inn (and subsequent events) ever got out!

Still, both his own inclination and the very real risk of scandal convinced him that he could not delay much longer. He would send to the bank for his mother's engagement ring, and ask Elizabeth as soon as it arrived.

Feeling a little more steady, Darcy prepared to go downstairs. Before he could, there was a knock on the door.

"Fitzwilliam? Brother, are you well?" came Georgiana's voice.

"Come in dearest." he replied. As Georgiana entered, he waved her to a seat. "I know what you want. Dear Aunt Catherine's pastor apparently has been spreading the news of my attentions to Miss Elizabeth. Aunt Catherine came to demand I marry Anne. I refused and sent her away. She is furious with me, and with any luck that will last for some time!" Georgiana, who was barely able to absorb all the astonishing news coming at her giggled at the last sentiment. It mirrored her own feelings! "However, I think that Aunt Catherine's visit has had the opposite effect she intended. I was going to take some more time, but I have changed my mind. Georgiana, would you like Elizabeth as a sister?" He looked appealingly at his younger sister.

"Oh YES Fitzwilliam! I have hoped for this since you first told me of her - and even more since we have met!" Georgiana jumped up and hugged her brother. She could not contain her joy.

"You must be completely silent about this. I have not yet asked her, and I want to wait until I have our mother's ring to present her with. It will be a few days yet."

"Oh no, Fitzwilliam! I do not think I can wait! I know she will be able to tell something is different about me. You know I cannot keep secrets. Why don't you go ask her today? You can give Elizabeth the ring after, I know she will not mind. Please?" she gave her brother a pleading look. It was something he had never been able to resist.

"Miss Impertenance! Telling me how to go about getting a bride!" Darcy teased her.

Georgiana blushed, but stood her ground. "Why would you want to wait? If this is what you want, you should ask her immediately. I will help distract the rest of the family if you like."

Darcy had to laugh. "I already have an offer from Bingley to help me with family distractions. He will be asking Jane when we next visit them. You cannot expect to distract the family from BOTH of us. Just be patient, and help me keep them away from Bingley and Miss Bennet."

Georgiana was not going to give in. "We can all go for a walk. You and Mr. Bingley can surely get the two eldest away from the rest of us. Think about it. Mrs. Bennet will be very happy, but with both of you. You can share the attention that way, instead of having it all focused on one couple." She had scored a direct hit. Darcy had never liked being the center of attention. Getting engaged was sure to bring plenty of what he disliked most. Being able to share that burden WOULD be nice.

Still, he wasn't having his sister hanging over him while he proposed. "I'll think about it." was all he would commit to.

*** (for anyone who has ever been to a pantomime - this is a classic line EVERYONE roars along with the character yelling it. Great fun for all!)

Chapter 31

With gentle effort, Darcy restrained Bingley from going over to the Bennets. "If we go anywhere today, Bingley, it should be to Lucas Lodge." Bingley agreed that a visit was in order. They dragged the unwilling Bingley sisters and the shy (but willing) Georgiana with them. Caroline was as pleased as the others were dismayed that not only were the Bennets not in attendance, but the daughters of the house were also not present. After a courtesy visit, the Netherfield party departed.

The evening was spent in playing cards. Miss Bingley tried every way she could think of to pry the reason for Lady Catherine's visit and subsequent storming away. Miss Darcy got visibly upset at which point Bingley put an end to his sister's impolite behavior. Darcy had seemed unaffected by her questions. He had left dangling the suppositions and statements that were actually carefully worded questions and he turned direct inquires around. It was most vexing!

Miss Darcy retired early. She was not used to staying out at parties and Darcy wanted his sister stayed in good health. Miss Bingley thought she would get more chances at him after his sister left. She was wrong. Darcy sat down with a book and read, quite determinedly, for the next hour. He seemed totally engrossed.

Caroline was not used to being crossed, but she knew enough to give up. Instead, she considered her plot to discredit Elizabeth Bennet. Caroline decided that her letter to Lady Catherine had been delivered much more quickly than could be expected. How this could have happened was beyond Caroline's comprehension, but it did not matter. What DID matter was that Darcy himself had prevented a visit to the Bennets after talking to his aunt. She must have let him know about the gossip and it had made him realize how imprudently he had been acting! Success at last!

Just before the group retired for the evening, Louisa made a comment to her sister. "Caroline, the gentlemen must be done their hunting soon. We should send word to the London house to be prepared for our arrival. Everyone will be in London before us, but that does not mean we cannot be ready to go. You know how Charles is, he will be off with a moments notice, with no thought to the practicalities of the situation."

"Yes, indeed, Louisa!" was Caroline's reply. She turned to her brother. "I know it's no use asking, Charles, but DO you have any plans made yet for the winter? Surely you don't intend to stay in the country all winter!"

"No Caroline, I do not intend to stay in the country all winter. I think a visit to London before Christmas needs to be planned, and we may go to town after Christmas. I will let you know when I have the plans well in hand." he replied. Louisa and Caroline were overjoyed. At last! They would have an escape from this dreary life in the back of beyond!

On this cheerful note, everyone retired for the night.

The next day, Lizzy and Jane were up and ready before their mother had time to chivvy them out of bed. Mrs. Bennet had calmed down publicly, but she still would not see her girls miss a chance at a good match. In Mrs. Bennet's limited understanding, this meant being ready and looking pretty whenever the Netherfield gentlemen (or any gentleman for that matter) might happen to call.

The family had a normal breakfast, during which Jane asked for the carriage to be available directly after lunch. Mrs. Bennet wholeheartedly supported their plan of calling on the Bingley's in the afternoon. "Oh, yes my dears! What a good idea! It has been ages since we have called on the Bingley's!"

Lydia, who had been appraised of the Netherfield visit the day before, ran interference. "But Mama! I want to go to Meryton to find the makings for a new dress! You promised to help me. Kitty and Mary will come, but I so want your help Mama. I am so tired of my old dresses, and Mr. Bingley did say he would hold a ball soon. I would like to look well."

Mrs. Bennet was thrilled. A shopping expedition would set her up forever! "Jane, Lizzy, you must come also! You need new dresses, for I will not have you shamed when you dance with Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy! They have seen all your dresses by now."

"Later Mama. I think we must call on the Bingley's, but we can pay respects for the entire Bennet family. Think of the chaos of shopping for all of us at once! See to Mary, Kitty and Lydia today. We can go shopping with you tomorrow perhaps." Lizzy replied. She kept going, as her mother was about to interrupt. "This works out very well, Mama. We can drop you off in Meryton and pick you up when we return from our call. You know you do not care for walking."

"Oh, I suppose it will do. I don't know how I will manage, I will be driven to distraction by you girls. Still, it will be better for me to see to the younger girls first - then I can devote myself to getting something really fine for you and Jane! Oh, what a fine plan!" agreed Mrs. Bennet.

Lizzy breathed a sigh of relief as her mother and younger sisters left the carriage in Meryton. They were running a little late. Charlotte and Maria were most likely at Netherfield already. Jane turned to her sister. "Lizzy, do not be nervous. I'm sure we will have a very pleasant visit!"

"It is not the visit that makes me sigh, Jane, it is the calm that prevails when we are relieved of our mother and sisters!" was Lizzy's lighthearted reply. Jane smiled at her sister and remarked on how well she was looking. "I hope so, even if I must wear a dress Mr. Darcy has already seen." giggled Elizabeth.

Jane finally laughed also. "Yes, I believe you have worn that dress before Mr. Darcy in the past. That does not mean he has actually looked at the dress, however. I think he sees only your "fine eyes" Lizzy!"

Elizabeth blushed, then teased her sister. "I cannot account for it Jane. I cannot believe that anyone would want to look at me when you are in the room!" Jane smiled at her sister and disclaimed the notion that she was any better looking that her dearest Lizzy.

A footman helped Jane and Elizabeth from the carriage upon their arrival at Netherfield. They entered and were announced. The Netherfield party (minus Mr. Hurst, who was having a nap) exchanged greetings with them. Charlotte and Maria looked relieved at the arrival of their friends, making it obvious to Lizzy that Caroline and Louisa had been sweetly unpleasant.

Georgiana, who showed far better manners than the hostess, actually started a conversation in her efforts to make the guests feel more comfortable. Normally Bingley and Darcy would have disappeared in to the billiard room, but any opportunity to watch the ladies of their choice was not to be missed. The question was, how to enjoy the Bennets, deflect Bingley's sisters and remain polite to the Lucas'?

Showing better breeding than either of his sisters, Mr. Bingley drew out his guests with enquires as to what sort of events to expect during the Hertfordshire Christmas season. Soon most of the room was laughing and chatting about skating parties, sleigh rides, mistletoe-gathering parties and other traditional events.

At this point, Maria Lucas piped up that Charlotte would most likely be married after Christmas, so this would be her last Christmas at home. Elizabeth was almost melancholy at the thought of losing her (once) dear friend to such a home. Jane smiled and suggested that Charlotte's plans would only make her more eager to enjoy her last Christmas at home as a Lucas. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst decided to throw in a few cuts about how a pastor and his wife would prefer the simple pleasures to be found in the country, so what difference would it make what county they attended the skating parties, etc., in?

The nasty comments led Mr. Darcy say that some of the events sounded like things they did at home, in Derbyshire. Georgiana looked appealingly at her brother. "We will not have to spend Christmas in London, will we brother?"

Darcy assured her they would not. "I do not enjoy Christmas in Town. Far better to be in the country, enjoying the season as it is meant to be. We should, however, make a trip to town in November to prepare for Christmas."

Georgiana's eyes lit up. Perhaps they were going home to Pemberley, perhaps they would stay at Netherfield (near the charming Miss Elizabeth Bennet), but at least she would not have to endure a London Christmas!

Elizabeth was not blind to underlying message of Mr. Darcy's Christmas plans. "It sounds like he intends to stay here until after Christmas!" she thought to herself. It required all Lizzy's abilities to focus on the rest of the visit. As the ladies of Lucas Lodge and Longbourn took their leave, Mr. Darcy requested a moment of Miss Elizabeth's time. They continued behind the rest of the party as the Netherfield party saw the guests out.

"Would it be possible to meet tomorrow - without a crowd around?" he almost whispered to Lizzy. "I would not mind Bingley and your sister, but without the rest?"

She smiled, understanding what he meant. "I think it looks to be a fine day tomorrow. Jane and I may very well go for a walk to Oakhome Mount. We often have a little rest, as Jane is not quite the walker I am. Perhaps by the field split by a stream, with the stone fence."

"And what time do you usually go for these healthy strolls?" enquired Mr. Darcy with a grin.

"IF we go for a walk tomorrow, IF it is fine out, we would want to rest about 10:00." was the pert reply.

"WHAT are you whispering about so secretively?" bellowed Miss Bingley, drawing the entire groups attention to Darcy and Elizabeth.

"Just discussing the weather tomorrow" was Darcy's cool reply. "It should be a fine day, do you not think so?" he returned the question.

Miss Bingley greatly doubted the weather had been the main focus of the conversation, but what could she do? She settled on sending an evil glare in Lizzy's direction. Lizzy smiled back sweetly and accepted Mr. Darcy's help in entering the carriage.

The drive to Meryton to pick up the other Bennet ladies was full of discussion. Elizabeth updated her sister on the plan for the next day, and both laughed. "Really Elizabeth! I do not blame Miss Bingley for disbelieving you were speaking of the weather. Still, it is to Mr. Darcy's credit that he gave an honest reply."

"Oh Jane! You would notice that Mr. Darcy has a quick wit, and miss the fact that they want to be assured of time alone with us!"

"Not 'us' Lizzy - Mr. Darcy wants to be alone with you and is willing to have myself and Mr. Bingley as chaperones."

"I'm sure Mr. Bingley wants to be alone with you as much as Mr. Darcy wants to be alone with me! We will stay within sight of each other. I know we cannot afford any more risks, but it will be so nice to spend time with them without mama or Lydia or Miss Bingley hanging around!"

The conversation ending abruptly as they approached the main street of Meryton. Jane and Lizzy alighted to join their mother and sisters in shopping, as the Mistress of Longbourn was not yet ready to go home. "Oh, Jane! Oh, Lizzy! What is to become of us! There is simply not a decent yard of lace to be found in Meryton!"

"Mama, do not worry yourself. We will make do quite nicely with flowers and some ribbon. After all, it would not do to make a vulgar display. Miss Bingley was telling us a most dreadful story about someone she knew in London, was she not Jane?" Jane almost snorted, knowing her mother would connect the comment about the story to the phrase "vulgar display" and presume someone who made a vulgar display lost a beau.

Predictably, Mrs. Bennet's response was "Who said anything about a vulgar display? What kind of mother would make a vulgar display of her daughters? Let us go back to Bascomb's and take another look at that pretty cream-colored muslin..." The rest of the family followed Mrs. Bennet as she blathered her way back into the shop. Kitty and Mary both paid attention to the adroit way Jane and Elizabeth managed their mother. One used sweetness and the other reason, but both steered Mrs. Bennet away from poor choices to better ones.

Jane finally convinced their mother it was time to go. Lydia's complaints of hunger drove the family back to the carriage and the short ride home to dinner.

Chapter 32

Darcy kept the information about the planned "accidental" meeting with the Bennet sisters until just before bed. With Bingley's easy-to-read nature, Darcy wanted to ensure as much privacy as possible. By going straight to bed afterwards, perhaps the entire household would not find out about their plans. It was a forlorn hope, really...

Bingley had a predictable reaction of incoherent joy. "This is marvelous Darcy! I cannot thank you enough!"

"Yes, well, this walk is for myself as well. We really cannot risk compromising the ladies by meeting them alone, but this will be almost as good. It's a little soon, but I really do not care to wait any longer. I have Georgiana's approval, and that is all I need."

After more rambling from both of them (they were, after all, about to become engaged men), a sleepless night was called for. It's amazing how different a sleepless night from happy plans invigorates one so...

Jane and Elizabeth were up early the next morning. After a careful toilet and a small breakfast, they headed out on their walk. Their mother was not yet up, so there were no impediments to their joy. An early morning walk was hardly something to comment on and both were careful not to excite any speculation on the part of the rest of the Bennet family.

It was a lovely day, if a little cool. A warm cloak for Jane and coat with scarf for Elizabeth and a brisk pace took care of that little problem. Everything else was perfect. Jane was so nervous at having a clandestine meeting with gentlemen that she could barely speak once they were away from Longbourne. Lizzy, on the other hand, kept up a series of quips and comments. Elizabeth knew she was full of nervous energy and was hoping to work it off before she saw Mr. Darcy.

Finally Jane ventured a comment. "Lizzy, I think we should take this side path. We do not want to go too quickly, and we left quite early." She gave her sister a small smile. When Lizzy was like this, she could walk for miles.

Elizabeth returned the smile, realizing that her sister was right - they had left early and made far to good of time for a seemly ladies stroll. "As you say, Jane. Don't worry, we'll take the long way around, and I will slow down. I would love to run today, but I don't want to end up all untidy, so I suppose I must forgo the pleasure!"

Even with a slower pace and a wandering route, they reached the rendezvous point in plenty of time. Jane immediately sat down on a large boulder while Elizabeth wandered around looking for pretty autumn leaves dropped from nearby trees.

The ladies made a very pretty sight for Darcy and Bingley as the gentlemen approached. Bingley had nearly given them away that morning. Hurst had wanted to go shooting, and it took great persuasion to convince him that Darcy and Bingley were going to ride around the property and assess the improvements Bingley had started on. As Hurst had no interest in anything resembling work, he agreed to stay behind. The men made plans to go shooting the next day instead.

Jane looked up at the horses' approach. Elizabeth feigned lack of interest, then turned suddenly when Darcy and Bingley were almost upon them. The men dismounted and greeted Lizzy and Jane. There was an awkward pause as each considered how to split up naturally.

Jane made the first move. "What a lovely horse, Mr. Bingley. What is his name?" She walked over to pet the horse on the nose. Mr. Darcy handed his reigns over to Bingley and wandered closer to Elizabeth, who was still standing with her hands full of autumn leaves. Bingley started to talk about riding to Jane, who responded with typical muted enthusiasm. Knowing her as he now did, Bingley was aware that this showed great interest for Miss Bennet. He glanced over at Darcy who had moved away with Elizabeth another precious few feet. Yes, they were far enough away for a private conversation now.

Mr. Bingley leaned over as Jane paused. "Miss Bennet, would you mind if I asked a very personal question?"

Jane dimpled at Mr. Bingley. "You may ask, I cannot promise to answer if I feel it's inappropriate."

"Do you love me as much as I have come to love you?" Even as the words left Bingley's mouth, he cursed himself for being every kind of idiot imaginable. Before he could (somehow, please God) fix the faux pas, Jane's face lit up.

"Oh, Mr. Bingley - Charles! Yes, I do love you!"

Bingley could not believe his luck. Not only was she not insulted, but she loved him! He pulled a ring out of his pocket and stuttered something about marriage. Jane practically glowed as she pulled off a glove so Bingley could put the ring on her finger. Neither went so far as to forget they were in public (sort of) and so embraces would have to wait. However, Charles did forget to remove his hand from Jane's after the placement of her engagement ring.

Meanwhile, Mr. Darcy was finding it more difficult to get to the point. He has asked about Lizzy and Jane's walk and what Lizzy meant to do with the leaves. Hearing an exclamation of joy from behind, he (correctly) assumed that Bingley had got ahead of him. Before Elizabeth could go and wish her sister joy, he reached out both hands to her. "My dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. Please do me the honor of saying you will be my wife?"

Lizzy dropped her leaves and took Mr. Darcy's hands. She could barely look up, but felt she needed to see his eyes as she replied. She therefore did not miss the look of joy on his face as she gave him her positive reply. "How could I say no to such a fine proposal?" she said with a smile. She then laughed from pure joy at the happiness he displayed and rejoiced at how well it suited him. Darcy considered embracing her, but suddenly realized that he couldn't yet as they were still in public. Instead he turned, still with Lizzy's hands in his own, and looked at his best friend and soon-to-be sister. The group smiled together and the girls let go of their fiancees long enough to embrace.

The gentlemen decided to walk the ladies at least part of the way home. As they walked along, Elizabeth teased Mr. Darcy as to how he had fallen in love with her. He soberly pointed out the many reasons he treasured her and endured her teasing as to how practical he was. "But still" she continued when he protested, "I should be glad, for such a practical mind could have looked at all my faults as well, and there would I be?"

He couldn't help but laugh with her. "What faults might those be, dearest?" he asked.

"Mmmm - well, I laugh a great deal."

"I enjoy a happy companion. Why would I want someone who is grim and pessimistic?"

"I am not very pretty."

"You are among the handsomest women of my acquaintance."

"I am not a society lady."

"Thank heavens for that! I am tired of their simpering."

"I have an uncle in trade!"

"And a fine gentleman he is."

"I'm quarrelsome."

"Liveliness is just what I need in my life."

"Well! You have an answer for everything, Mr. Darcy!"

"I do not have answers for the questions that are very dear to me, Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"And what would they be, Mr. Darcy?"

"When are you going to start calling me Fitzwilliam?"

"Right now, Fitzwilliam, as long as we are in private, and as long as you return to calling me "Dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth." was the prompt reply.

"How soon can we be married, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth?"

"I think, we must apply to my parents for the answer to that one. However, I can see no reason to wait so very long. How does that suit?"

"Very well indeed."

Chapter 33

Jane and Lizzy decided it would be better to arrive home alone. This decision was not pleasing to the men, but agreed upon (eventually). It was settled that Bingley and Darcy would call upon the Bennets after luncheon. They would ask for Mr. Bennet's approval, then spend a quiet afternoon visiting with the family. AFTER they left, Jane and Elizabeth would inform their mother and the rest of their family of the engagements.

Just before the reached the point where the gentlemen would part ways with the ladies, Jane asked "Will you bring Miss Darcy when you return?"

"I do not think I will bring her today." Darcy replied. "She suspects a great deal and I'm not sure she can keep from exposing us. I will bring her tomorrow, if that suits you my love?" Darcy turned to Elizabeth. She was somewhat surprised at how open he was being, but considering the company, perhaps the endearment was not too bold.

"That would be lovely, Fitzwilliam. I will always be happy to spend time with Georgiana." Elizabeth agreed.

It took many lingering glances and shaking of hands (with forgetting to let go) before the gentlemen finally took the path back to Netherfield. Jane finally asked her sister, "Do you think we should warn Papa?"

"No. He has been observing Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley since they arrived. I think he will not be very surprised by their business this afternoon." Jane smiled and agreed that very little got past their father.

They made themselves tidy with a maid's help and joined the rest of their family. As they enjoyed lunch, the conversation turned to future amusements. The regiment was discussed, and the conversation soon turned to opportunities to dance with the officers.

"Mr. Bingley promised us a ball. Oh, imagine, all the officers to dance with! Do you think he will hold one soon Mama?" Lydia's comments were rather empty-headed, but they were not nearly as outrageous as past conversations, and so were responded to politely.

"Mr. Bingley is a gentleman, Lydia, and a gentleman keeps his word to a lady. I'm sure he will hold a ball soon. He has only been in the neighborhood for a short time. He has barely met all his neighbors yet! Give it some time." Jane intervened before their mother could respond to Lydia's plea.

"That is right my dear." Mrs. Bennet agreed with her eldest. "There will be plenty of amusements for you this autumn my dears! I know, we shall hold a dinner party next week. Would not like that my dear? You may play games and cards after."

Lydia seemed inclined to pout. A quick warning glance from Lizzy reminded her that more mature behavior was indicated. "That will make the time pass more quickly until another ball. Thank you Mama."

Mr. Bennet looked on with pleasure. The difference in his family! Their had been trouble and pain involved, but he would never have supposed that such an improvement was possible in his wife and younger daughters. Mary and Kitty were becoming fine young women, much like their older sisters. Lydia was still young for her age, but was no longer as annoying as she had been. Even his wife was bearable to spend time with!

"I must say, out family holds even fewer distinctions than it once did." he announced. The female Bennets looked towards him with puzzled faces. "I can safely say, the silliest young women in England must reside elsewhere. I was going to save this surprise for later, but I think now is the right time. I had a letter from your Uncle and Aunt Gardener today. As you know they are spending Christmas with us. They have asked for Jane and Lizzy to return home with them, but I think when they spend Christmas with us, they will have a difficult time choosing which girl - or girls - they will take home for a month or two. If they are willing, I may even let another daughter (or two) go for a time in the early spring, after their sisters have returned. How does that strike you?"

Stunned silence had greeted the beginning of Mr. Bennet's pronouncements, but by the time he had finished Kitty and Lydia were holding hands in excitement, Mary was glowing and Jane was smiling benevolently at her sisters. Lizzy laughed and agreed with her father that the Gardeners' would indeed enjoy Christmas with the family so much they might have difficulty leaving any of their nieces behind. This statement made everyone laugh (as Lizzy had intended), and the family got up from lunch to sit in the parlor. Mr. Bennet, however fond he was of his family, followed his usual pattern of going to work in his study.

As her sisters settled down to their afternoon work, Lizzy fidgeted around the room. Mary was making a bonnet with Kitty and Lydia's assistance. In between, Kitty and Lydia worked on their own bonnets, refreshing them with ribbons and silk flowers bought the day before. Jane embroidered a pair of slippers for her father. Lizzy had a book, but could not settle down to read. Sewing was out of the question. Finally her mother commented on Elizabeth's behavior. "Lizzy! Sit down, my child! You are fidgeting me and disturbing your sisters. You would think your walk this morning would have tired you out enough to sit still for a few minutes!"

Jane tossed her sister a warning glance, so Lizzy sat down and interested herself in creating rosettes for the younger girls' bonnets. Finally, a knock at the door announced visitors. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were announced. The ladies greeted them gracefully. Mr. Bingley mentioned he was having a shooting party the next day and enquired as to Mr. Bennet's whereabouts. "Oh, he is in his study as usual!" said Mrs. Bennet.

"Perhaps Darcy and I will pop in and see if he wants to join us tomorrow." Mr. Bingley suggested. "Then we will be free to spend the rest of our visit with our charming hostess!"

Mrs. Bennet was quite agreeable. Mr. Darcy followed his friend out to Mr. Bennet's study. He had barely heard a word of the rehearsed speech Mr. Bingley had given. Elizabeth's eyes had held him from the moment she looked up when he entered the room.

The knock on Mr. Bennet's door was answered with an impatient "Come in!"

Bingley's face fell, as he was worried enough without a (potentially) annoyed future father-in-law.

Darcy led the way into the room. He sat down with his friend in front of Mr. Bennet's desk. Mr. Bennet was instantly amused. It was clear something was up from the expression on the young men's faces, and he strongly suspected he knew just WHAT was coming.

He was not disappointed. "Mr. Bennet, I have known your daughter, Miss Elizabeth for some time now. I have asked her to marry me and received her agreement. We now ask for your permission to marry." Darcy began. He was interrupted by Mr. Bennet.

"And why do you need Mr. Bingley with your to solicit my permission?" he enquired.

"Oh! I'm here to ask you for permission to marry Jane - I mean Miss Bennet." Charles Bingley blurted out. "I was just waiting for Darcy here to finish."

"I see. I did not realize it was the fashion to get engaged or married in groups these days. I must be sadly behind the times."

Darcy decided he could step in. It was clear Mr. Bennet was going to tease them and be just a little difficult. At any other time Darcy could have handled it, but not today - not until he had secured Elizabeth's hand and Charles had secured Jane's. "No, sir, it is simply neither of us was willing to defer our happiness - or your daughters. It was their wish for us to visit you as soon as possible. You, of all people, should be aware of how convincing Miss Elizabeth can be, and how close she is to her sister."

Mr. Bennet sobered. "Yes, they are close to one another. At least you show a good understanding of Jane and Lizzy's natures." There was a short pause. "Of course I will allow you to marry my daughters. I doubt they would let me say anything else." He pulled out a bottle of brandy and poured a glass for each of them. "Here - you may need something to steady your nerves. I know I will need it when we make the announcement to Mrs. Bennet!"

Bingley took the glass offered and stated, "Oh, but the ladies asked us not to tell their mother. Jane wanted to tell Mrs. Bennet herself. I think she said she would do it later tonight, after we had spoken to you."

Mr. Bennet nodded his head in understanding. "Naturally. The girls have it all planned out. It would be a shame to interfere with their plans, I suppose. Well, here's to my most deserving daughters!" He raised his glass in a toast. Darcy and Bingley were happy to join in the toast.

They quietly enjoyed the brandy for a few more minutes before Darcy reminded Bingley of the shooting party the next day. Mr. Bennet was more than happy to join them, though he did not normally hunt. He knew that no strictures of his would keep his wife from spreading the news of her daughters' engagement or keep her joy within bounds. The coup of having two daughters engaged (such successful matches too!) would be exhausting. Yes, a hunting party, consisting of men who could be counted on NOT to mention weddings, chapels, lace and flowers would be very restful!

The brandy was soon done, so Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley rejoined the ladies. Smiles and relaxed poses ensured Jane and Lizzy knew their father had been agreeable. Not that there was any doubt of his approval, but it was nice to know they had it.

Mrs. Bennet was not a very astute woman, but she felt the tension and rejoiced. Surely she would have a daughter (maybe two!) engaged in the near future!

The silence from their mother was a welcome surprise. It was many moments before Mrs. Bennet could say anything at all. The joy of having two daughters to be married was almost more than she could absorb. Finally, tears of happiness running down her cheeks, she hugged her daughters to her. "Oh, my Jane! Oh, my Lizzy! I knew you would not let me down!" She grew more effusive. "What fine matches! Such fine gentlemen, and fine incomes - houses in town! You will have the best of everything!" She continued in this vein for some time. Finally Jane and Lizzy pulled themselves away with assurances to their mother that is was all real, but everyone needed their beauty sleep for the next day.

A hug for one another and then the happy sisters went to their own rooms. A general announcement to the rest of the family and to the neighborhood would follow on the next day.

Gentle reminders were necessary to keep Mrs. Bennet from completely reverting to old habits during the following days and weeks. The rest of the family were able to maintain their composure. The hunting and shooting parties arranged by Mr. Bingley, then Mr. Bennet were a welcome break for the gentlemen. When not out in the fields, visits between Longbourn and Netherfield

Miss Bingley's feelings regarding the circumstances could well be imagined. She could not send out the letters to damage Lizzy's family without involving her own, now that Charles had actually made an offer! She continued to scheme. Now her plans were centered on how to end the engagement between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. Hints about his family's displeasure were ignored, or brought down Charles' disapproval. Comments directly to Elizabeth about the disparity of fortune and family connections did seem to affect Lizzy, but not enough to be rid of her! It was a perplexing and most annoying problem.

Unfortunately (for her), Caroline Bingley's preoccupation had not gone unnoticed. Many of the maids at Netherfield were locals, and therefore either knew or were related to servants at Longbourn. The majority admired and liked the Miss Bennets and did not care much for the high-and-mighty airs of the female Bingley family members. Miss Bingley, with her constant demands and lack of consideration for the staff was particularly disliked. By not gaining the loyalty of the staff, Miss Bingley brought about her own downfall.

Alice, a young housemaid was cleaning Miss Bingley's room. The family were to dine at Longbourn and had been out of the house since luncheon. Miss Bingley's own Ladies-Maid considered herself a cut above the rest of the staff and therefore did none of the work associated with Caroline Bingley, except what she had to. This involved care of Caroline's wardrobe, Caroline's hair and Caroline's personal grooming and care. It did not involve doing any of the tidying up, bed-making, dusting, change of towels and linen, sweeping, fire making or any other duties. Therefore, there was plenty to do. Alice was somewhat annoyed at the lack of consideration or effort from Estelle (the Ladies-Maid). Still, it was a job and Alice was always careful to complete her duties to the best of her ability.

On this particular day, Alice was busy dusting the desk and tidying up the room. The desk had several items on it that normally resided in the drawer, but Alice did not "meddle" with Miss Bingley's things (having been reprimanded for doing so in the past when cleaning up). Still, to dust the desk properly, the drawer had to be opened. Otherwise, Alice could not get the carving on the drawer and around the edge of the desk completely dust-free. It was a complete accident that the drawer stuck, then came out completely when Alice pulled on it. The drawer, and its contents, went flying. "Oh my goodness! What a mess! Thank heavens Miss High-and-Mighty is away. Maybe and I can get everything put back so she never notices..." As Alice picked up the paper, wax sticks and other items the drawer held, she noticed a pile of completed letters. They were not folded or ready to mail. As she tidied them into a neat pile to go back into the drawer, Alice noticed something very odd about the letters. They were all one page long (front and back). They were all addressed to different people (My Dearest Harriet... My Dear Friend Ann... My Esteemed Friend Sophie...). None of them had dates on them. A quick look at the contents convinced Alice that she would never be able to decipher the fine handwriting of Miss Bingley. Still - there was something very suspicious about these letters.

Alice finished picking up the papers and blank notepaper. They went into the bottom of the drawer. Alice had dusted this desk each and every day before and had a good idea of how the contents of the desk had been arranged. The letters (which she had never noticed before) went under the rest of the notepaper. Sealing wax and Miss Bingley's seal went in as well. A handkerchief that had been kept in the desk instead of with the rest in Miss Bingley's Dressing Table was next. As she folded it neatly, Alice noticed the monogram in the corner. It was clearly a gentleman's handkerchief, and the initials could be Mr. Darcy's! Well, here was an upset!

Mr. Darcy was a gentleman of the finest water. He did not accost the maids or take advantage of his position (as Alice had been warned gentlemen were known to do). He was polite in his requests and reasonable as to the abilities of the staff. Mrs. Hurst had demanded strawberries recently - as if strawberries could be acquired in October! Therefore, it was highly unlikely he was carrying on with Miss Bingley. Besides - Miss High-and-Mighty wouldn't stoop THAT low - would she?

Alice paused as she tried to puzzle out the mess she had inadvertently discovered. WHAT was this handkerchief doing in the desk? Not an affair - that was impossible. Was it borrowed by her? Perhaps they had been out in the garden and he dusted off the bench and she kept it? Alice looked more closely - no, the handkerchief looked completely clean. Maybe Miss Bingley had stolen it somehow as a memento? It was common gossip that Miss Bingley had aspired to be the new Mrs. Darcy, but it was equally clear (even before the engagement) that she was doomed to failure in that ambition. Still, that did not really make sense. Miss Bingley did not strike Alice as sentimental. What other reasons could she have it?

Suddenly, it became clear. Blackmail! Miss Bingley was going to try and blackmail Mr. Darcy! It did not matter how she thought it could be done - perhaps Miss Bingley was thinking of hiding it in her bedclothes and having it "discovered". Maybe she was going to carry it in her reticule and "accidentally" pull it out when looking for her own handkerchief. It could be done in a hundred different ways. The results would be the same - shame for Mr. Darcy, pain for Miss Elizabeth and triumph, maybe even SUCCESS for Miss Bingley!

Alice could not let this happen. But what could a housemaid do without risking her future?

Chapter 34

Announcements regarding the engagements had been sent to the papers shortly after the news was shared with the Bennet and Bingley families. Letters of congratulation and enquiry had thus started to arrive to households throughout the neighborhood. Darcy and Bingley needed to take time away Lizzy and Jane to answer the letters. A smaller number, but still significant amount of correspondence, needed Lizzy and Jane's attention. Even Georgiana, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst needed to deal with the curiosity of their collective acquaintance. It is no small thing when two handsome, rich (and also pleasant and kind) bachelors are taken out of circulation. It is also of interest when two beautiful, intelligent, interesting (but not rich) young ladies are no longer available.

Miss Bingley answered her letters only if she had to. She had no intention of forwarding a future with any Bennet sisters being related to herself. If anything, she needed a way to break up the engagements before it was too late. Her brother and Mr. Darcy had drafted the public announcements before she had been informed of the engagements. It had taken all Miss Bingley's abilities not to break down when Darcy's engagement to that upstart, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, was announced. Why, he barely knew Elizabeth Bennet! Yet, three full years in the company of Caroline Bingley, fashionable lady, had not been enough to draw him to the marriage alter. Where had she gone wrong? Caroline was not entirely stupid. She studied the situation and tried to discover what fascination (besides the infamous "fine eyes") Elizabeth held for Darcy - and many other gentlemen.

A Ball at Netherfield was being planned to celebrate the engagements. It was one more irritation to Caroline. Still, Elizabeth was a favorite with the gentlemen. "Perhaps I can throw her into the path of other rich men." mused Caroline. "I need to show her up as the heartless, penniless nobody she is. If enough friends from London come to the ball, Mr. Darcy and Charles will see what the Bennets look like compared to ladies of fashion. I do not care who catches their attention, I can always get Mr. Darcy back later. Yes, and if he becomes jealous of Miss Eliza's attentions to other men, he will be unhappy with her. A ball will be just the thing to display that terrible mother's vulgar manners and show the world what disgusting hussies the younger girls are. When Charles and Mr. Darcy are embarrassed publicly, they will think again."

Caroline considered the issues, and when she started answering her letters, she carefully inserted a comment here and there about the concern she felt for Mr. Darcy. It was skillfully done by a lady with much experience in damaging the reputations of others. She needed to imply that Miss Elizabeth had somehow taken in Mr. Darcy (not an easy feat). Yet, there could be no hint of scandal at this point, or they might be forced to marry, which would put the final nails in coffin of Caroline's own plans. She needed to disassociate herself and her family (present and future) from the Bennets. Until this could be managed, Caroline could not do permanent damage to the Bennets without possibly hurting herself.

Each letter had to be very personalized, and therefore took a great deal of time to craft. After a few days Caroline had only sent out five letters in reply to those she had received. Most of the responses were to casual acquaintances or to relatives (cousins who knew Charles would answer their letters, but that he would do so in such a fashion that they could not READ them.)

The slow progress in her schemes was deliberate. Caroline was certain that Mr. Darcy would come to his senses, and hopefully bring her brother with him. Any plans she had to stop the engagements were wild and impossible to put in to motion. Still, it never hurt to have a fantasy or two. They might even give her some practical ideas!

After yet another day of being bored stiff by the Bennets, Caroline was sitting in her room. She decided to write another letter. There were at least ten people she could respond to. As she sat at her desk and rummaged for paper she noticed her things were not quite the way they had been. Someone had gone through her desk!

"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." was all Caroline could gasp. Frantically she dived into the back corner where she had been keeping the letters she had written. They were still in pile under the unused letter paper. She pulled them out and counted them. Yes, they were still all there. But who had seen them? Or had her hiding spot been enough to be missed by the intruder?

"Ring for the maid!" Miss Bingley decided once she had calmed down. She rang for her maid and asked point blank, "Estelle, have you been in my writing desk?"

"No mademoiselle" was the instant reply.

"Who else might have been in my room today?" asked Miss Bingley.

"Just the house staff, mademoiselle. May I ask if anything is missing?"

"No, no. My paper was mussed and I wanted to be sure there was no problem. Please see if you can find out anything - discreetly!" were Miss Bingley's orders.

Estelle had never shown a particle of curiosity before this time. It was unlikely she had gone through Caroline's things. If Estelle had, she (as a personal maid) would have had plenty of time and experience to make sure nothing was disturbed. So, if not Estelle, who could it be?

Louisa would not be above going through her sister's belongings, but it was unlikely she would go through the desk. Louisa would go through the bureau, the jewel box - some place much more personal. This made Caroline consider what ELSE might have been explored so she went and checked through the rest of her belongings in the wardrobe and bureau. Nothing else had been moved or taken (that Caroline could discover). No, it wasn't Louisa.

Her brother was a most unlikely candidate. He would never dare interfere with Caroline's belongings, and had no reason to in any case. The same was even more true for Mr. Hurst (if you replaced 'dare' with 'interest' that is). Mr. Darcy did not even cross Caroline's mind, which showed even she had SOME sense...

No, it had to be a servant. All the guests had been out at the Bennet's all day. No one else would have had the opportunity. However, most of the servants would be illiterate, so what could they find in a desk that they would have interest in? There would be nothing of value there.

Just in case, Caroline went through the desk one more time to see if anything at all was missing. Then the true calamity was discovered. The handkerchief! It was missing!

Caroline hyperventilated for a few minutes, then forced herself to be calm again. Could it be someone found it and took it to be washed? If that was the case, it would most likely be assumed the wash had been mixed up and be sent back to Mr. Darcy. Caroline had, in a flash, realized the disaster it could be if Mr. Darcy discovered she had it. "He would think I had stolen it out of his room - he would never forgive the intrusion into his privacy!" she thought.

Still - what if whoever had taken it had a reason? A servant would not be able to read her letters and none had been taken. Had the person been looking for the handkerchief? Or something else? What did they think when they found it? What were they going to do with it? Would she be exposed?

Miss Bingley's distracted attitude all evening was greatly appreciated by Darcy and Bingley. Both had grown very tired of her barbs and ill-humor. Still, both had enough experience to be slightly concerned that she might simply be planning a new form of attack.

Darcy was therefore not prepared for his valet asking for a few minutes of his time when the party retired for the night. Normally Fletcher** quietly and efficiently went about his duties. A request for an audience was quite unusual. Still, Fletcher was a valued employee, a man of good sense who Darcy appreciated. "Of course Fletcher! What is your concern?"

"Sir, I wanted to discuss a rather worrisome circumstance that was brought to my attention today. I cannot reveal the source, but an article that is presumed to be yours was found in an inappropriate location."

"Good Heavens!" was Darcy's thought. "This is a curious statement, Fletcher" was what Darcy said. "An article PRESUMED to be mine? What kind of "inappropriate" location are we discussing?"

Fletcher was not surprised to hear Mr. Darcy catch the full significance of his comment. "Yes sir. I have not appraised anyone of this, not even the person who brought it to my attention. A gentleman's handkerchief that is presumed to be yours, that actually has your initials worked on it, was found - well it was found in a lady's room."

"Good G-d!" was startled out of Darcy. This was the last thing he had been expecting!

"However, sir, though the handkerchief appears to be yours, it is certainly not one I have ever laid eyes on. It is nothing at all like any you have ever owned. It is white muslin with green and gold designs worked around the letters F and D." Fletcher then produced the item from a drawer in the dressing room. "Here it is sir."

Darcy looked at the handkerchief. It certainly was nothing he had ever seen before, as his valet could clearly discern. Still, it somehow looked familiar. Suddenly, Darcy realized it was the pattern that was familiar. Charles had a similar one. Darcy himself, in his close observation of Miss Elizabeth and Miss Bennet had noticed the design peculiar to the ladies in the embroidery they had been doing recently.

"Sir?" Fletcher tried to be delicate. Darcy started again, this time out of his recollections.

"Yes, Fletcher. I have never owned such a handkerchief, you are quite correct. Could you tell me precisely which lady's room this was found in? And WHERE in the room it was discovered?"

"Sir, there is no delicate way of saying it. It was found in Miss Bingley's desk. The -person- who found it was concerned that Miss Bingley might use it as a means of proving a more -intimate- relationship between you than is reality and felt it would be much better to be returned to it's rightful owner. The -person- felt that if Miss Bingley had every right to have it, I would (hopefully) know and return it so the item could be returned to it's previous location. I assured them that Miss Bingley had absolutely no right to have anything with your initials on it and accepted the handkerchief. It was only after they left and I actually looked at it that I was sure it did not actually belong to you. I suppose it could have been purchased by Miss Bingley as a gift?" Fletcher knew that was impossible that Miss Bingley would embroider something herself. She considered herself above such menial tasks.

Darcy had been startled again. "Miss Bingley's room - you are certain?" he asked.

"Yes Sir." was the definite answer.

Darcy pondered the situation for a moment. What would a handkerchief that Elizabeth - or possibly Jane, but most likely Elizabeth - had embroidered be doing in Miss Bingley's desk?

"Did your informant find any others articles purporting to be mine within Miss Bingley's belongings?" was the next enquiry.

"No, Sir, but the opportunity to go through all Miss Bingley's room was impossible. The handkerchief was found completely be chance."

Darcy knew better than to push Fletcher. His unassuming ways coupled by kindness to others had won him many friends in many households. Darcy had no doubt that some member of Bingley's staff had made the discovery. Rather than risk censure, they had done the best they could in rectifying a potentially embarrassing situation that could be harmful both to the Bingley's and to their guests - if exposed. Fletcher - discreet, trustworthy, and employed by the (potentially) wronged party - had been the perfect contact. Going directly to the butler or housekeeper in Bingley's staff risked questions as to why the staff member had been going through Miss Bingley's things. This was not a question of direct interest to his valet or himself, and therefore made a direct contact in everyone's best interest. Of course, this assumed the staff person in question (it had to be maid - who else would be in Miss Bingley's room?) was honestly concerned about her employer and others being embarrassed or even materially injured. If it had been a blackmail attempt, Fletcher would have indicated that immediately. It appeared to be an attempt to protect both his and Bingley's family reputation. Certainly this was a most reasonable attitude from a good servant. Much of their own consequence came from the family they served. If the family was publicly humiliated, that trickled down to the staff as well.

"Thank you Fletcher for bringing this to my attention. I will deal with it from now on. You are correct in saying I have never owned such an article, but I believe it may have been intended for me. I also believe that Miss Bingley had no right to it. I would appreciate you giving this (Mr. Darcy pressed a note into Fletcher's hand) to the person who brought the situation and the article in question to you. You may assure them - discreetly! - that they were correct in their assessment of the situation, and that I thank them for their refreshing honesty."

"Yes Sir." was Fletcher's response. He then helped Darcy go though a typical nightly routine in preparation for a nights rest. Darcy went to bed and thought about the whole ridiculous mess. "I am sure Elizabeth made this, and it is clearly meant for me. So why did Miss Bingley have it - and what did she intend to do with it?" He mused for a while as to Miss Bingley's reaction when she realized it was missing, before falling into a peaceful sleep.

**Thank you Pamela T. - both for your WONDERFUL epic and for the marvelous character of Fletcher. I cannot create anything as rich and creative, but I needed a name for Darcy's valet - and if I'm going to steal, it might as well be from the best! :-

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