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Chapter 61:Summertime at Pemberley

Over the summer Pemberley came alive with woodland creatures scampering about, and fish and turtles rippled the waters of the pond and stream. All the flowers were in full bloom. Every plant, shrub, bush and tree was green and lush.

Darcy and Elizabeth were fond of the mornings; taking walks early because the June sun began with soft warmth then came to be sweltering by midday. They enjoyed this time together before having to return to the house and all its duties and correspondence. Elizabeth had her bare feet splashing in a cool shallow stream along the bank, the soft mud squishing between her toes. Darcy followed behind, both of them carrying their boots and stockings.

Bingley had finalized the purchase of the Smithson estate, and had planned within the autumn months for he and Jane to take up occupancy where they would be within five miles of Pemberley. Letters were numerous between Elizabeth and Jane as excitement of the move drew near. Charles was justly concerned about his wife making the move in her condition, but she assured him that the baby was not due until January, and so there was nothing to worry of. And Mr. Bennet even promised to time his visit in autumn in order to help them.

The Matlocks had come to Pemberley just a few days before to collect Georgiana. She was to accompany them into town in order to have the holiday with Kitty and Mary and the Gardiners who the earl and his wife were anxious to meet. Georgiana was excited to meet and get to know the little cousins, as they were called, because the entire Gardiner family would be coming back with her to Pemberley at the beginning of July. So Darcy and Elizabeth found themselves again alone for the moment. And on this particular morning they walked splashing the water enjoying the privacy.

Darcy said, "I have had a most interesting letter from your sister this week."

"Indeed? What does she have to relate that seems to intrigue you?" Elizabeth asked noting his tone, and from her recent letters knew of what Mary wished to discuss with William.

He drew if from his pocket and they sat on the bank of the stream as he began to read.

Dear Brother William,

I hope that this letter finds both you and my sister in fine health, as all members of our family here at the Gardiner's are equally well and happy and are currently busy in all their endeavors. Your very fine aunt and uncle today collected both Kitty and Georgiana for a day of shopping, a pastime I still have some difficulty enjoying, and so asked not to be included in order to write some correspondences. I have completed the task of reading the book 'Lyrical Ballads' by Wordsworth that you so kindly gifted me, and have written down some of my impressions of it to share with you.

Firstly, I must say I saw many similarities to his life situation with your own as Lizzy has told me of your family history. He too was orphaned in his teenaged years, having his mother die first followed not soon after by his father, leaving only a sister as immediate family to be cared for by an aunt. These devastating facts alone give me some leave toward pitying the loneliness that both you and he endured in your formative years. His place of birth and his circumstances of life perhaps made him cleave to the surroundings he found himself in, embracing nature as a curative in his life, much as you. I felt the love you had of Pemberley and all its beauty with my visit there in spring.

But here I think you and he diverge. Wordsworth's version of nature as god like goes against the Divine Being as creator of the natural surroundings for the benefit of man. To Wordsworth nature was a benevolent being, nurturing, and renewing man, much as our impression of a mother and child relationship, but he personifies nature as a powerful being that should be adored and revered. While I admired and was extremely moved by much of his work, especially the poem 'Ode: Intimations of Immortality", and still agree with much of his musings that nature does replenish man's being in order to endure the daily more mundane aspects of life, I find myself at odds with his beliefs of nature as god.

My God, of course, is the one whom I venerate for His sacrifice to free my soul from the death of sin and therefore must disagree with those opinions of Mr. Wordsworth. Yet my God created all of nature, so I may relish in the Divine's accomplishments, and glory in the results of this physical world if not in Eden, at least a part of it that He left us when sin drove Adam & Eve from that sanctuary.

The other impression that I must challenge in his Ode is that of souls of babies unborn already residing with his god until birth, and so are closer to the divine goodness. He intimates that children are therefore more god like, and as they age into adulthood and the worries of the world intrude upon this connection to his god, and makes them forget their godliness so there is only a remnant of it as they age.

The beliefs that I have been taught seem to be reversed in that my God is actively creating souls as babies are created, and are born with an innocence except for the stain of Adam's original sin, and as children age and are educated they can come closer to God, read of His Son, and choose to be more like Him as they age into adulthood. While we humans strive to reach God and obtain heaven in our struggles on this earth, Wordsworth claims that we are happiest before birth where we were with his god, and move away from him as we age. That begs the questions of what kind of an afterlife does he envision? Does it exist? Is it re-attainable after death as mine is through my faith?

There is another of his books that I am now anxious to read, that perhaps you would be interested in. 'Poems in Two Volumes', which was published some years after the first, and might unveil more of his thoughts. It might reveal that a deepening faith in God was beginning to stir from his earlier impressions of Nature as divine. In my father's library he has some exerts of Wordsworth's autobiographical poem 'Prelude' which has already gone through revisions from the original text that have me wondering of his changing beliefs. Have you read any of this poem? My prayers are with his soul each day to inspire him to at the very least wonder of his first impressions. But having voiced my opinions and disagreements, I must add that as a non-Christian writer he intrigues me, and I thank you for opening my eyes to another viewpoint, all-be-at a misguided one. And although he is a great friend and collaborator to Mr. Coleridge, Mr. Wordsworth seems not susceptible to the struggles of his friend. And having recently come to realized his vice is more a struggle than depravity, perhaps I have softened my opinion on him a small amount.

I am most interested in the viewpoint you held in check when you gifted me with Mr. Wordsworth book, wanting me to make my own opinions of him. If you wish to do so, you are now free to state your own impressions as I am desirous to know if you agree or not to my critique of the man and his works.

Wishing to get this missive in the post today I fear I must close, but will write again from Longbourn with several anecdotal stories of our young cousins that will bring smiles to your faces without a doubt. We shall remain in London until the Gardiners depart for Pemberley with Georgiana for their extended visit to you both. Kitty was invited to stay longer with the Matlocks so that she may benefit from the master your aunt has hired for Kitty's art instruction. On the other hand, I desired to return home and so your uncle has made sure of my safety by arranging for a man servant to accompany me as far as the post at Brommley where father has sent the carriage for the rest of the journey home. Until then I am

Your loving sister,
Mary

"That is a most extraordinary letter from my sister," Elizabeth replied squishing her toes in the mud by the bank. "Her attitudes have been much altered since her visit in spring."

Darcy smiled and nodded silently as he re-folded the missive and placed it in his pocket.

"And what is your opinion of what Mary related to you?" Inquired Elizabeth. "Do you find her astute or wearisome? Do you agree with her assessment of Mr. Wordsworth?"

Darcy's brows knitted as he thought of what his newly acquired sister had said in her letter before answering. "I find her insights most astounding for one so unused to reading of differing ideas, and am fascinated with how she was able to expound in such a thoughtful manners on a viewpoint so far a field of her own. Mary, if nothing else is certainly a surprise to both you and I, and your father no doubt."

Elizabeth eyes brows rose and she smiled back at Darcy, feeling he had truly given Mary a quite unique gift to open her mind that had so long been closed to great literature, and was extremely proud of both of them. "You are correct that I am somewhat surprised at so sudden a change in her outlook on such a concept so foreign to her own. But now that I think back on this last year as your acquaintance with our family became more frequent, perhaps she had already begun her metamorphosis. She seemed less inclined to quote Fordyce, and more apt to sit quietly in a corner considering ideas that before she had never dreamed to think on."

"Indeed?" Darcy replied, adding, "I have to admit to seeing no change in her until the spring."

Elizabeth smiled as she turned to face him. "Perhaps you were distracted by other considerations?"

He smiled down into her lovely face, and stole a quick kiss. "Perhaps so."

They rose and traveled on in silence for a few moments, allowing the cool waters to refresh their feet from the morning sun that began to show signs of another sweltering day.

"Well, as you know Georgiana has been with your aunt and uncle in London along with my two sisters, and the letter she sent tells of a much happier time than earlier this year."

"I am glad of it. She had the need to have a wonderful holiday with your sisters as well as your Gardiner family-"

Suddenly a slippery patch under Elizabeth made her lose her footing and she began to fall. Darcy caught her scooping her into his arms as she gasped and clung to his neck. Then they both laughed and he moved them to the bank; he sat down with her still in his arms, resting on his lap now.

"Thank you, sir," she said smiling in a teasing manner. "I am sure the servants would wonder of my activities should I come back wet and muddy."

"You are most welcome, madam," he replied equally teasing, adding, "Although I doubt by now the servants would think much on it if they saw their mistress returning to the house in less than ideal attire." He leaned his head to kiss her, but she leaned back out of his reach, her eyebrows arching.

He noted her reaction, and thinking he had offended her, he smiled furthering an explanation, "By now all the servants are aware of your inclination to trod about the grounds in good weather or not, and so would not be surprised if you came back slightly muddy. I am sure it is not the first thing they notice when you near the manor. I know it is not what I first notice."

"Oh?" She asked trying to keep from smiling while basking in the warmth of his smile.

"The first thing I notice is your smile that extends to any one of them who happen to cross your path, for they know of this kind heart your have." Darcy touched his hand to her chest, then moved it up caressing her shoulder and neck as he looked into her eyes. "Your beauty starts from within and continues throughout. My heart is so full of love for you, Elizabeth." And leaning in again to kiss her he added, "I wonder how I ever managed to secure you."

Again she pulled back and laughing asked, "Secure me?" She thought back at the conversation she and Charlotte had about Jane needing to secure Charles as soon as may be.

Darcy said quite seriously, "Oh, yes. For I knew I wish to have you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you."

Now she knew he was teasing. "As I recall, at your first viewing of me you made mention of my being only tolerable."

"I never had a chance to finish that thought aloud due to Charles's interference."

"Indeed? And if you had the opportunity to finish, pray, what would you have said that would not have been a complaint?"

He looked at her, and swallowed and wondered if he should tell her what had actually been in his thoughts that night. He sighed.

"Because of my foul mood due to my failure to protect Georgiana the month previous, I...had never taken the time to even look at you before I voiced my arrogant opinion. I would have said anything rude to have Bingley leave me be." Here he gazed seriously into her face before he deciding to continue, but was unable to face her as he added, "Truthfully, it was not until you had me escort you out to the balcony that I first gazed upon you, the moonlight reflecting on your face, and was totally in awe. I am ashamed to tell you of this, but I suddenly found myself ever after fighting to control my desire of you."

She looked at him with astonishment, and she said, "I had no idea you ever felt so."

"I tried to tell you of how I felt on our wedding night, but you seemed not to hear it then."

"I was...distracted then," she whispered. He only nodded.

She thought back at their subsequent meetings, and asked, "So...then those looks you gave me that seemed so disapproving of me...?"

He laughed softly, and whispered, "The disapproving looks were for myself, for what I was thinking. For me to act as though you meant nothing to me, and yet to desire to have you in my bed was the hardest lie I have ever perpetrated. Even with my abhorrence of disguise of any kind, I found I had no choice in the matter. Had you known of my desires then you would have thought me quite sinful, just as unscrupulous as Wickham, I am sure."

"Do not even voice the comparison. The fact that you had such thoughts but chose never to act on them, rather to hide them to such an extent that I thought you disliked me shows the difference between you and him."

"But I did not love you then, Lizzie. And even when you were thrown into my path to allow us to become friends, and before I realized that I did indeed love you, the lust I had for you then was not proper."

"Perhaps not, but it is in the past now, William. Since we are now married are those thoughts still improper?"

He sighed saying, "I suppose not. And it is good that they are not because those feelings are still unabated."

She looked at him astonished. "You still have those feeling of me, William? Even when I am so willing to share my love with you?"

He smiled knowing she didn't understand. And he tried to think of a way to explain the make up of a man's psyche.

"Lizzie, God made man out of the earth, so rich and fertile, always willing for the chance to reproduce. So man is constantly thinking much the same way. And I am a man after all." He touched her cheek and smiled at her.

She asked, "And woman?"

He smiled and sighed. "Woman was made from something quite different."

Keeping with his current analogy she asked, "A rib?"

"Adam's rib, close to his heart," Darcy touched her heart with his finger again, caressing her, adding, "so she could be nurturing, loving. Her thoughts can be purer than his, more able to not be ruled by desires."

She thought a moment to comprehend his logic. "So...men lust and women love and nurture?" she asked, eyebrows rising at this simplistic view of the Genesis. He nodded. She asked again, "And men...lust... constantly?"

"I think it is in our nature to do so."

She smiled and looked at him at the incredulous statement, and giggled. "How then do men...accomplish so much if they are so...distracted?"

"Probably they...we...have been trained by our parents and clergy to...deflect our wanton thoughts and re-direct our energies to more positive pursuits."

"Indeed?"

"Lizzie, I am not saying it is the only thing on our minds, just that it is always in our minds."

She giggled again, and his cheeks turned pink, embarrassed for even talking of the subject, but she was not yet finished with this discussion.

"Then why would women condescend to come together with men unless there was at least some lust on their part and some love by men?"

"It is in the design of each to wish it so."

"But do you also love me, William?"

"Yes, of course."

"And wish to protect and nurture me?"

"Yes, I do."

"And do you think that I simply love you as an ethereal creature?"

"Well..."

"I must own that I do not."

He looked at her with a surprised expression, which made her sigh as she smiled and touched his face gently, and her finger traced the line of his lips.

"The design of women is no more spiritual than it is corporeal, William. Women can also have desire. "

"I know that-"

"Do you? Have you any idea of the effect you have upon me?"

"You have never been anything more than reacting to my ardor, embracing the liberties you give me leave to, passive in all my advances."

"But my thoughts are more than reactive, and passive, William. And sometimes you are not even present when they come into my mind."

The beginning of a smile curled on his lips as he wondered of such a thoughts from his wife. Never had he envisioned that she would harbor them much less voice admittance to them.

"I had not any idea that your ardor was as equal to my own."

"Perhaps it is not equal, but that does not signify that it is absent completely." He had to take time to ingest this newly acquired information as she continued. "Women have been designed with the same senses and equal share in the emotions that they govern. Even a 'rib' is part of the body it comes from after all."

"And so man and woman come together because...she is part of him?"

"Yes, they wish to be together as they once were."

He gently shook his head and smiled at the thought of his wife having the same desires as he, if not in equal share, at least in a portion of it. And his arms tightened around her torso, still in his embrace, still sitting on his lap. "This has been most enlightening."

"I am sure," she replied back smiling, allowing his lips to finally claim hers, before they decided to move on.

Chapter 62a: The Gardiner's Arrival

Georgiana was in London visiting aunt and uncle Matlock when the Gardiner along with Kitty and Mary came to exchange nieces for Georgiana to return with them to Pemberley for their July visit. Both Mary and Kitty were as completely at ease with the arrangement of staying with the earl and his wife, as the earl and Lady Matlock were to have them. Both agreed to the suitability of the Gardiners when they first met them, and wholly approved of them taking Georgiana with them back to her home.

The Gardiners appeared at Pemberley in early July for the visit that was to last until after the end of July unless Mr. Gardiner's business called them away sooner. And this time they brought all four of their children with them along with their maid to help care for them. James was the oldest and tall for his age of 10. Next came Emily, a dark haired beauty already at eight, then Andrew, who was 6; his brown hair with touches of red, and a face full of freckles made him seem like the imp that he was. Lastly was little Katy at 4, with a sweet face and blond curls peeking from beneath her bonnet. Uncle Gardiner was the first to descend the carriage, and hugged his niece hello, and shook Darcy's hand in both of his, glad to be back in the country again. Next came Georgiana, who hugged her brother tightly and smiling, happy to be home again. Then she kissed her sister Elizabeth and hugged her as well. Mr. Gardiner aided his wife from the carriage next and she immediately went to Elizabeth and held her hands, and pulled her into a hug and kiss. She nodded to Darcy smiling, and then turned to help her husband with the children. As they descended the carriage, each bowed or curtsied to cousin Elizabeth and cousin Darcy. She hugged all her small cousins, but Darcy was given some distance until he knelt down and smiled into the face of the youngest, her golden curls bouncing near her face. Katy smiled back and threw he arms around his neck. He scooped her up in his arms and stood.

"Welcome, Miss Katherine," he said still smiling.

"You are tall!" she exclaimed. Everyone laughed as they gathered around him in greeting before they entered the house to have the cousins settle in.

Elizabeth enjoyed having her young cousins about her, letting them participate in all manner of activities during their time at Pemberley, such as running down the many paths in the gardens and the back lawn. James was mesmerized by the horses and wanted to learn to ride; so with Mr. Gardiner's permission Darcy set about teaching him on one of the smaller ponies. There was also frequent fishing in the stream by Mr. Gardiner, who began to relax when he had hold of a fishing rod. Georgiana was happy to give both Emily and Katy simple piano lessons, and have them listen to her play to encourage them to practice. The days were busy with many imagined adventures by the children when they were given the run of at least some of the house between school lessons that were kept up even now.

One of the children's true enjoyments was for all four of them to be mounted atop Sampson to have him walk him about the paddock. Over the next weeks it was apparent that Sampson was even happy to take all the children on his broad back to the meadow without lead as Darcy had trained the horse so well. With Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner sitting on the blanket with a basket of the children's half eaten luncheon, they watched smiling. James wished to gallop, but little Katy was afraid, so James held her tightly in front of him, and urged Sampson into a canter. But the great horse sensed the children were not proficient, and so merely increased his walking pace and would not be goaded into more. Still Emily found she had to take a tighter hold of James' waist to feel more secure with the trot, but Andrew found his seat, and realized it was infinitely more fun to tickle his older sister. Her laughter was a joy to hear for both women.

Elizabeth smiled as she sat beside her aunt watching the children having a wonderful time.

"I had a delightful visit this past month with Kitty," Mrs. Gardiner said, adding, "She was staying with us while Lady Matlock introduced her to the art master that she is to take lessons from. She was very excited, and has much improved since last I saw her."

Elizabeth smiled remembering Kitty's visit with her in spring, and receiving many letters from her, writing with great enthusiasm about her artistic endeavors.

Mrs. Gardiner continued with, "I think she must have been greatly changed since she was at Pemberley, Lizzie. Can you explain to me how this came about?"

As they rose and Elizabeth shook out the blanket and had her aunt help her fold and stow it along with the picnic lunch, Elizabeth said, "I think...she came into her own while here, Aunt. There is something about this place that seems to open people up to their own possible futures. I know it did for me when I first came here with you." Both smiled remembering how attentive Darcy was to her.

With a pensive face Elizabeth added, "To my shame I confess to having neglected Kitty when we were growing up."

"You? No, Lizzie. She had never before been the kind of child who was open to anything offered her. You can not blame yourself for her attitudes back then."

"But both Jane and I should have tried more to find some common ground with her."

"Do not put lay blame on your self, dear. We all tried to guide all three of your younger sisters. They were just never of a mind to accept the help we all offered until now."

"I have to own that is true. They have all changed, two for the better-"

"And it was here that it happened. You and William showed such interest and kindness that they could not but take it to heart and change."

"It is this place, Aunt. It is magical."

"I think rather it is the sharing of yourself with William that causes the magic, my dear. Even as a child you were always very happy and full of mirth, but I do no recollect ever seeing you so..."

"So...what, aunt?"

"So...contented and blissful. There is some serenity in you I have never before witnessed, similar to Jane but different."

"I have seen that same contentment in you, aunt."

"Yes," she acknowledged. "Perhaps it comes from a happy union." She smiled to Elizabeth who returned it nodding, and after a pause to look to her children she asked, "Shall we move to 'save' your horse from the children's assault?"

Elizabeth looked over to Sampson, who seemed perfectly content to accommodate all the children for the moment, but she missed Darcy and wished for nothing more than to be in his presence.

"Yes, perhaps it is time to give him some relief."

They all meandered slowly from the meadow back to the stables where the stable hands put each child down from Sampson's back asking them, "Would you like to watch while I give him a bath?"

"A bath! Horses take baths?" asked young Andrew, not realizing that animals needed to bathe just as he did.

"Sure they do," replied the groom.

"Can I help?"

"Well..."

"Mother, can I help give the horse a bath? Please!"

"Can we watch?" asked Emily.

"Can we, Mother?" added little Katy.

"There should be no problem, Mistress," began the head stable boy, holding the bucket with rags and soap. Their mother nodded.

Madeline Gardiner looked on as her children 'helped' by wiping Sampson's legs as the stable boy got higher parts of the horse. Then the rinse buckets were used, and there was a lot of laughing as two of the youngest children managed to get quite as wet as Sampson. Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner giggled at the spectacle.

"Now we need to get all you children washed and rinsed too," Mrs. Gardiner began.

"Aw Ma!" complained Andrew.

"My dress is sticky," complained Katy.

"Let us all go back to the house," Elizabeth suggested, taking James' hand and giving young Emily a kiss on the forehead as they walked behind their mother with the younger children in tow back to the house. Emily hugged her older cousin's waist, always happy to be with her.

After the children were bathed and dressed, they rested for several hours before dinner was announced. Darcy and Elizabeth sat together with Mr. Gardiner at the other end of the table. Mrs. Gardiner sat beside her husband. Katy sat between her mother and Elizabeth. Andrew, Emily, Georgiana and James sat on the opposite side of the table with James closest to his father. Darcy having said grace, dinner was served with only a few complaints from Andrew not liking peas.

"Andrew, you are a guest here. I do not want to hear anything similar to that statement cross your lips again, young man."

"Yes, father. I am sorry, cousin Elizabeth," Andrew said.

"You are forgiven, Andrew."

Darcy and Elizabeth exchanged glances. She arched her eyebrows, and he tried not to smile. She knew he was not overly fond of peas either, but never made a complaint when they were served.

"I rather fancy some fishing tomorrow," began Mr. Gardiner to change the topic. James's face lit up at the mention of the sport.

"Oh, Father. May I come this time?"

"Do you like to fish, James?" asked Darcy.

"Yes, sir, when I get the chance," replied James, so like his father.

"And which style do you prefer? Course fishing or the pond?" asked Darcy.

James had to think if he knew the difference, and he replied as the child he was. "Just to have a pole in the water is enough, sir."

Darcy smiled. "Pond fishing it is then for the morning. But, James, the fish get up quite early. Will you be awake?"

"I shall be," James promised smiling at his father adding, "if father will wake me."

Mr. Gardiner patted his son on the head and smiled. "Have no fear, James my boy. I will get you up in time for us men to all go fishing."

"Me too!" exclaimed Andrew. Mrs. Gardiner looked warily at her husband, and he smiled back at her.

"You are still full young to be up so early, Andrew. But did you know that fish could also be hungry again just as the twilight begins? Would you like to try your hand then?"

Andrew's face lit up at the chance. "Yes, father. Can you and James come too?"

"Of course," replied his father. "We shall be a merry bunch. I hope it will not scare the fish from us!"

Darcy and Elizabeth smiled at the entire exchange between Mr. Gardiner and his young sons. Indeed it was much as they would wish when they had children of their own. Darcy looked into Elizabeth's eyes and kissed her hand, knowing of her longing for a family, hoping it would be soon. She smiled back at him.

James had been with his father and Darcy all that morning, and when luncheon was served he told tales of the many fish that were 'not' caught. Andrew was beside himself with excitement, as his turn would come in the afternoon fishing by the pond. He had the gear ready by six o'clock, and waited by the door for the men to finish their talk. Not thinking they would mind, Andrew, laden down with all the gear, started out the door, walking toward the pond.

Still no men were forth coming after waiting on the bank of the pond for another half hour. He waited and waited watching the sun's slow descent in the sky now made crimson and pink. Then he reasoned that perhaps he could begin without them. He had seen his father and brother bait the hook with bread balls and cast, and felt confident that he could do likewise. And in truth he could and did bait the hook and make a few shallow casts not three feet from his place on the bank.

Frustrated, he pulled all the line in again, his feet slipping further out into the pond that seemed shallow, but in fact was merely so for only a few feet, after which it deepened to 20 feet quite suddenly. Andrew, unaware, crept forward at each cast, and before he knew what had happened, his feet slipped on the algae covered rocks under him, and he fell backwards hitting his head before sliding into the pond, sinking under the water's surface with the weight of his boots and clothing.

He was barely conscious but aware that the surface of the water was now above him, and the light grew dimmer as he sunk further down. Finally realizing he should attempt to obtain the surface he tried to swim like his father had taught him, when he became aware of something holding him now. The underwater vegetation was tangling around his feet. Slowly he lost consciousness trying to remember what James had taught him about holding his breath when they had played in the pond by their home in London.

In the meantime, James had noticed Andrew missing and went to ask the butler. Wilkins said Andrew had been by the front door with the fishing gear, and with James Wilkins started off toward the pond. Mr. Gardiner and Darcy overheard this conversation, as did Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth. All became alert and afraid, and went quickly toward the pond. The girls followed behind.

Upon reaching the edge of the water the evidence was there, the pole floating atop the water, the gear piled on the bank, but no Andrew. Mrs. Gardiner gasped and grabbed her husband's arm. Without bothering to remove vest or boots, Darcy dove head first in the murky water, followed closely by James, both going beneath the surface in the dwindling sunlight. Elizabeth hugged both Katy and Emily with a worried expression on her face.

The surface calmed as neither James nor Darcy came up for some moments. Then James' head broke the surface and he headed for the shore. Darcy surfaced soon after holding Andrew's still form in his arms, and swam to the edge. Still standing waist deep in the water beside James, Darcy laid the limp little body on the bank, feelings of helplessness overwhelming him as he looked over to Elizabeth who knelt down as the two girls clung to her crying. Mrs. Gardiner gripped her husband's arms, crying hysterically now. Mr. Gardiner felt as helpless as Darcy as he stared at his youngest son, so still on the soft grass, trying desperately to comfort his distraught wife as his own heart was breaking.

James was crying too but became angry with his younger brother, and suddenly began shaking Andrew's shoulders and shouting, "You can't die! You can't die!" And he beat on Andrew's lifeless chest with his fists, his ten-year-old mind only now comprehending the finality of death. He continued his plummeting of Andrew as he yelled, "I am the older brother. I was supposed to protect you. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Finally Darcy grabbed James' arms and pulled him into an embrace to keep him from further assaulting the body of his brother. Everyone was crying, unable to move from the spot around Andrew. Darcy knew the guilt of an older brother's failure to protect a younger sibling from harm, but knew James' guilt would be so much greater than Darcy's, and he didn't know how the boy would be able to cope.

Chapter 62b

Darcy felt James begin to shake with the onset of tears now unrestrained due to sudden loss of his younger brother. His embrace tightened around the young boy, hoping somehow his strength would help James get through this initial ordeal, then that of a funeral...in a church...with the crush of mourners. Darcy closed his eyes remembering how very difficult it had been for him to try to manage, and he had been older than this boy, and his own eyes began to mist.

But God, in His infinite mercy decided that James would not have to carry the burden of guilt all through his life, nor go through the ordeal of a funeral, for that's when the miracle happened. Andrew's body jerked up as he came back to life coughing pond water from his lungs. Mrs. Gardiner screamed, "Andrew!" and moved toward him, hugging him to her, crying almost uncontrollably now out of relief. The others hurried to surround him. James pulled out of Darcy's arms to embrace Andrew to him.

"My son, my son," Mr. Gardiner kept saying, not bothering to stop his own tears.

"We thought you had left us," Mrs. Gardiner whispered, hugging her youngest son, caressing him head and back.

"I waited forever," Andrew began in his defense. "And I thought I could begin...and then I slipped and...I tried to swim up but I was caught...and then I tried to hold my breath like James taught me and-"

"You are never to scare us like this again! Do you hear me?" His mother admonished him as she hugged him again.

"Yes, mother."

"I love you, my son."

"I love you too, Mother."

Finally trying to compose herself more, wiping her face Mrs. Gardiner said, "Come, let us get you back to the house and get you two into some dry clothes."

With that Mr. Gardiner picked up his young son while Andrew protested that he could walk. Darcy tousled James' hair, then sent him on his way out of the shallows to run after his parents. The girls came running up to their parents, wanting to touch their brother, to let him know how much they loved him.

Now only Darcy and Elizabeth were left by the edge of the pond. Darcy still standing half submerged in the water, hair still dripping on his face, and he gave her a look that showed how upset he still was. She sat beside the bank her legs folded under her, and he bent his head, resting it in her lap. She caressed his hair gently trying to console him as he hugged her waist, his body shaking. After a few moments he lifted his head with tears still in evidence, and stared into her understanding eyes as he now held back more tears. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly and then pulling her to kneel beside him on the bank, he hugged her to his chest.

"I was so frightened," he finally whispered. She nodded against his shoulder. "And I felt so helpless. For all my wealth, there was nothing to be done, nothing I could think to do that would have saved him."

"I know-" began Elizabeth, but Darcy continued.

"And it was all my fault. If I had not stopped your uncle to talk, then Andrew would have not gotten impatient and acted so impulsively and-"

Elizabeth was shaking her head as he began to set blame upon himself, and she finally placed her fingers on Darcy's lips to quit his remonstrations and litany of blame; and whispered softly, "Shhhh."

"Lizzie-"

"No," she said not letting him pull from her embrace, and gazed into his eyes.

"No blame is to be applied-"

"But-"

"No! I will not hear you blaming yourself, for if you do so, you give James leave to do likewise, and my uncle. It will do none of you any good to dwell on it. Andrew is safe and well, and both he and James have learned an important lesson. And you, my love were instrumental in that outcome."

"I did not save him, Lizzie."

"It was you who dove into the murky water to find him and bring him up to the surface that he might come alive again. None of the rest of us could have done that, William. We were all too frozen with shock to do anything, while you had the presence of mind to take quick action. Without you he would truly have been lost, William. You played your part in allowing God to give him back to us, so do not set blame upon yourself."

He looked into her loving face, and although not sure if he agreed with her logic of the incident, he loved her so dearly and wanted to trust her assessment, and he nodded, and whispered, "thank you, Lizzie, for being here to help me see the wisdom in all this." And leaning down he kissed her lovely face while the water dripped from his hair. With her hands on his chest, she leaned her head on his drenched shirt, clinging to him, her own eyes now filling with tears.

"I will never leave you, William," she whispered back as she hugged this man who was her life. Both seemed incapable to do more than stay in their embrace for a long while, each thinking how tenuous life was. Finally she tried to sniff back her tears as a breeze came up. "Now, if you are ready to emerge from there to get into some dry clothes as well," she began.

He slowly shook his head as he looked at her intently. She felt his encircled arms about her back and waist tighten as his head leaned down and his lips kissed hers again. Then he stepped back into the water pulling her with him. Her arms clung to his neck and she gasped as the coolness of water chilled her already damp body, but he held onto her, not stopping the kiss until she was half way submerged in the water with him.

"William," she shivered when he released her lips, and stared into her face. "Why did you do that?"

"I just needed to...see you as a water sprite," he whispered holding her close to him, his lips gently moving from her temple to her forehead to her cheek, feeling her tremble against him. He began to kiss her lips in a way that made her shiver for an entirely different reason. He kissed her deeply, his hands and arms wishing her as close to him as possible as they floated in the shallows. Finally after those tender moments, they both sensed the calm and the quiet that engulfed them, and smelled the fragrant lavender scent coming from the bushes beside the pond. They too began to calm, and merely hugged each other again, floating in the shallows. She heard his heartbeat beside her ear, as he caressed her head, his fingers tangling in her curls. The beginning song of the crickets was the only sound to break the peacefulness that surrounded them.

The light had waned, and darkness was slowly beginning when they saw someone coming beside them on the bank with a lantern. Wilkins set the light down with two blankets, and returned to the house without a word.

She could do nothing else but laugh softly through her tear-stained eyes, trembling from the cold that even Darcy's embrace couldn't quell.

"I fear your water spite is now freezing, to be sure," she finally managed to say through chattering teeth. He smiled, kissed her again and finally helped her from the water, covering her with the blankets, and taking the lantern he escorted her into the house to change.

Chapter 63 -- The Gardiners Departure

With no other harrowing incidents the cousins and their parents enjoyed the remainder of their summertime visit at Pemberley. The Gardiners had been with Elizabeth and Darcy for a full three weeks when a letter arrived from Mr. Gardiner's assistant at his business calling them back to London a week ahead of schedule. Both Elizabeth and Darcy wished for Aunt Gardiner and the children to remain with them for the last week, offering to accompany them to London. But Mrs. Gardiner did not wish to be away from her husband even as long as that. The children were of the same mind, and both Elizabeth and Darcy understood the shared love of this family in wishing always to be together. So plans were made for their departure.

The morning before they were to leave, Mrs. Gardiner walked out with Elizabeth through the pleasant rows of peony bushes arrayed with the blooms of several shades of the lovely flowers. As they strolled arm in arm her aunt looked at Elizabeth and said, "Is there some news you wish to tell me, Lizzy?"

"Aunt, of what do you wish to know?"

"You have been somewhat distracted at times, usually when watching the children at a distance."

Elizabeth tried to assure her aunt that she was fine, but Mrs. Gardiner was an astute woman, and knew her niece was keeping something from her. When they came to a wooden bench shaded beneath low hanging branches of a willow tree, Mrs. Gardiner sat to rest for a moment.

"Aunt, are you unwell?"

"I am fine, Lizzy." And now it was Elizabeth's astuteness that made her know that her aunt was keeping a confidence as well.

"Tell me what has made you so quiet at times, niece," Aunt Madeleine finally asked, much the same kindly way Darcy's aunt had done.

With a sigh Elizabeth said, "In spring we found out I was with child but for a short duration of weeks. We are...recovering."

"Oh, Lizzy. I know that must have been a terrible time for you. I know how much you enjoy your cousins, and wish to have a family of your own."

She hugged her niece tightly letting her motherly embrace engulf her.

"I shall be well in time, aunt," she tried to assure her aunt, suddenly struggling to hold back tears.

"I know you shall, dear Lizzy," her aunt sighed, and added, "But it is the price we all pay to try to bring life into this world."

Elizabeth hugged her aunt as her mind registered her aunt's words. "Aunt?" was all Elizabeth could say before Mrs. Gardiner took her hands.

"Before Katy was born. Your uncle was very gentle and I came to be healed by his sweet care."

Elizabeth hugged her aunt again, knowing that she was indeed not alone in this sorrow. Many had shared it and still came to have the family they desired.

"Thank you," was all she needed to say.

"My dear," was all that was needed in reply along with a gentle kiss on her cheek.

The next morning Elizabeth, Darcy and Georgiana were on the steps saying good-bye to yet another group of family members. Uncle Gardiner shook Darcy's hand and wished him all the best, then hugged his niece tightly welcoming them to visit them whenever they came to town. "We shall endeavor to make it so, uncle."

Katy put her arms up and Darcy scooped her up and swung her around landing a kiss on her cheek. "You have your doll that you brought then? You must not leave her behind, you know."

"I have her, cousin Darcy," Katy acknowledged. "And the picture book from the nursery you said I could 'read'. Are you sure you wish to give it to me? Have you already read it?"

Darcy smiled at the little girl he had grown to adore. "You may have it. If I require it later, you must bring it back when you come to visit again. Will that do?"

She nodded as she hugged his neck, and kissed his cheek. He put her down next to Elizabeth who hugged her tightly, and kissed her good-bye. Darcy's attentions were drawn to the next child whom he hugged, making him promise never to go fishing alone. "It is a man's sport after all, to be done by all the men in the family, yes?"

"Yes, cousin Darcy. All the men," promised Andrew as he hugged Darcy about the waist smiling up at him.

"You are very wise, Andrew."

Elizabeth and Darcy took turns as they hugged Emily and James, and kissed each in turn. Darcy said, "Now since you can write, you have promised me a letter once a month to let me know about London and your schooling."

"I promise," Emily said, smiling up into Darcy's warm smiling face.

Elizabeth looked to the older boy asking, "And what of you, James?"

"I will try," replied James, hugging his cousin tightly.

Elizabeth could barely keep from crying at these wonderful children leaving her life again as both got an older-sisterly kiss and hug from Georgiana telling them how much she would miss them. She gave each a little basket containing muffins. "Cook said he thought you would enjoy them on your trip home." Their faces lit up at the wonderful aroma coming from the basket. Their father helped them into the carriage as Elizabeth hugged her aunt good-bye.

"You are so good to me, aunt. I shall miss you."

"And I you. And you must tell me any news you have to relate later in the year," her aunt whispered with a smile.

"Whenever there is news," Elizabeth replied with arched brows, "Be assured I will relate it." Her aunt nodded and smiled, and turned to Darcy.

"Words are so inadequate to express my thanks to you, William. You have given me back something quite precious."

He nodded silently, and then opened his arm as she hugged him to her. He inhaled slightly with surprise as she embraced him. When he pulled her away from him looking directly in her eyes and was about to say something, she stared at him and shook her head. He kept his counsel, saying only, "Safe journey."

She nodded and smiled hugging Georgiana as she would another wonderful niece. Her husband aided her into the carriage, and gave Darcy a fatherly hug before pulling himself into the seat beside his wife. All the children hung out the windows as the carriage pulled away from the drive. Darcy hugged Elizabeth tightly and sighed. Georgiana waved until the carriage reached the end of the drive and turned. She walked up the steps and into the house.

"We have a wonderful family, Lizzie," he replied as the carriage disappeared behind a stand of trees on the road. She leaned into his chest and sighed.

"Yes, and I do so adore my little cousins." She added smiling up at him, "you seem to have a favorite." He smiled back and kissed her gently on the cheek, playing with a wayward curl on her neck.

"Young Katherine is a sweet child much like Georgiana at that age. I always wished she could remain so innocent and small that I could keep her from harm."

"She is healing, William. I believe her letters from the Matlocks implied that she was happy with her visit there, especially with Kitty and Mary."

"Yes, and my aunt's improved attitude toward her upbringing played a part in the more enjoyable atmosphere there. Georgiana surely had a much needed respite from her worries."

He then focused on Elizabeth whose smile had returned and her eyes showed that sparkle he had so loved seeing. He felt a stirring in his heart at how much he loved this woman in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her with a passion he often held in check. She hid her face in his chest and both sighed.

Chapter 64a -- The Bingley's Move

The summer months slid smoothly into autumn at Pemberley and the Darcys were content. The master was seldom away; now preferring to stay at the quiet comfortable home that his lovely bride had made. Laughter and music was heard once more in the house as both the Master and his Mistress resumed their activities much to the gladness of all the staff.

The Bingley's moved into the neighborhood in early autumn when the weather had just begun to cool off from the effects of summer. Jane being only five months with child was still energetic enough to join with enthusiasm in the planning of the room layouts and the redecorating.

Some of the older servants of the house had been surprised and apprehensive at first at the youth of the new residents, fearing changes to the house or the staff. But soon they all became enamored with the sweetness and loving nature of both master and mistress, and rallied around them in fervent loyalty to protect them from any unscrupulous merchants who viewed the Bingleys as easy targets to cheat or newer servants who would steal from them.

But new and old servants alike were very gentle towards the new owners who treated them in a kind, caring, and generous manner. Once employed at the Smithson manor, no one had the wish to look elsewhere for a better position, for he or she all knew there was none that could compare to their security there. As the servants watched the new master interact with his young bride they knew that he would be like the wonderful master that had been before, and who had left recently for America. Sad for Master Grayson Smithson's departure, they were consoled with his replacement in Master Bingley.

Darcy had highly recommended the housekeeper, Mrs. Bailey, who had most of the move well in hand. To Bingley she was a blessing to be trusted to keep the servants busy without bothering him or Jane much. Darcy and Elizabeth visited often to expedite some decisions that neither Bingley nor Jane could disagree on. Bingley tended to let Jane have her way in all things wishing her to be happy since the move had taken her so very far away from all things familiar to her.

Elizabeth had taken Mrs. Reynolds with her for a few times to coordinate with Mrs. Bailey for those things the new housekeeper was unsure the new mistress would prefer. And in short order she had the house running as smooth as may be. Jane could rest as much as she felt necessary because of the efficiency of Mrs. Bailey.

For her part Jane was as agreeable as ever. It was only when her hormones got the best of her, that there were a few unpleasant moments when she voiced annoyance to some insignificant decisions or plan. She immediately apologized and Bingley would smile and take her hand in his, bestowing a sweet kiss upon it. She would return his smile with a sweet one of her own, and rest her head on his shoulder and sigh.

"Would you like me to accompany you to your chambers to rest, my love?" Asked Charles, knowing how easily she tired of late, though she would make an effort to never complain.

"I am a bit tired," she acknowledged as she felt him gently kiss her on the forehead, regardless of who might happen through the parlor door. No one entered for the moment, having already deposited all the furnishings in the room.

Charles escorted Jane slowly down the hallway amid the scurry of servants darting back and forth, entering and existing rooms in order to finish the move as quickly as may be for the new owners. Whenever they made eye contact with either Bingley or Jane, the servants smiled at them, and felt an affinity toward this young couple just starting out, and beginning their family in the regal house that had already been blessed with an illustrative history with that of the Smithson family.

Charles and Jane finally reached her bedchambers adjacent to his own, and he opened the door to her sitting room where the maid was just finishing with the furnishing.

"Master, Mistress," replied Trudy with a curtsey. She had been assigned to the household duties in their chambers. "I thought the mistress would like to rest ere long, and have turned down the coverlets for her. Do you require anything further, Mistress?"

"Not at present, Trudy. You are taking such good care of me. I have no other needs for the moment," Jane answered softly.

"Thank you, Mistress," replied Trudy smiling as she curtsied and left, closing the door quietly.

"She is a sweet girl, that one," acknowledged Bingley.

"Yes," answered Jane in agreement. "All the servants are a wonder, Charles."

"I believe in treating everyone with regard and to think well of them. They each seemed to have taken up a similar philosophy."

He walked Jane into her bedchamber, and sat her upon the bed, but stood beside her, still holding her hands and looking down at her lovely face. He sighed.

"Charles, what is it?"

"I was just thinking how fortunate a man I am to have such a wonderful wife." He knelt down before her, and laid his head in her lap, gently hugging her waist with his arms. He closed his eyes and sighed again. Feeling her hand caressing his head, her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Thank you," he said softly, "for coming with me to a place so distant from your home, Janey, so that I may fulfill my dream. I know you were fearful of the expense, and the enormity of the house and staff that you would be responsible to govern. I am so grateful that you still decided in my favor to become my wife."

"Oh, Charles," she whispered as she began to cry. He looked up with trepidation into her face, and found that her tears were of joy as she smiled and said, "there is no place on this earth that I would not follow you. I so love you with all my heart."

Without taking his eyes from hers, he gently lay her on her bed, and laid next to her, taking her into his embrace. He kissed her gently as his hand caressed the wonderful life inside her. She returned his affectionate kisses without preamble. Knowing how secure was their love made her respond with more ardor.

"Janey," he whispered in protest, wishing for nothing more than to give in to what she was initiating. "I brought you here to rest."

"Uh huh," she whispered back kissing him again which he readily responded to with more ardor of his own. It was enlightening for him to realize how passionate she had become of late, so different from her normal demeanor. He delighted in her boldness at times, releasing some of his tensions that as a gentleman he feared she would find too demanding, too much of an imposition for her gentle sensibilities.

"This is restful," she offered in his ear but beginning to pant, trying to undo the buttons of his vest to have her hands between it and his thin linen shirt.

He moaned at her touch, kissing her neck as he whispered, "Restful is not the appropriate adjective for this activity, my dear."

"Enjoyable then," she replied, shuddering at his touch. "Is that a more apt description, Charles?"

"Yes," he whispered as he found her mouth again, wishing to forget all else in the world. His hand played with one of her curls as he looked into her elated face. Somehow he found enough control to cease caressing her. He gently touched her face and with a regretful sigh and smiled as he watched her sigh and settle down once more. "You need to rest for a small duration of time while I-"

She opened her mouth to speak, but he gently silenced her by placing his finger over her lips as he continued. "I promise you whatever you desire before the night is done."

Looking into his eyes, she smiled and nodded. "You are very wise, Charles, and are too good to me. I do not deserve such a wonderful husband."

He squeezed her hand. "You deserve all that good and pure in this world, dear Jane. I was merely the lucky fellow who caught your eye. Sleep now. I will come for you before supper is announced."

She stifled a yawn, and smiled up to her caring husband, and squeezed his hand before he released it into the covers.

He kissed her forehead whispering, "Sweet dreams, my love."

Before he gently closed the door, she was asleep in a pleasant dream of her new life with Charles. He looked back at her and smiled thinking, 'I am married to an angel.'

Over the next several days as Jane felt her stamina increase, she and Elizabeth would wandered the extensive grounds close to the house remarking on the well-established gardens. They meandered about in soft conversation until they turned the north corner when Jane stopped walking, frozen in place, and silenced by what she saw before her. The gardeners had newly planted in the midst of all the older plants and bushes a bed filled of forget-me-nots in full bloom.

"Oh," was all Jane could manage. Elizabeth smiled.

"I knew your favorite flower when Charles asked. He said, 'of course' and had the gardeners plant this bed as soon as he arrived. Do you like it, Jane?"

"Oh, Lizzie," Jane gushed. "I had no idea of his plans, as I have just recently felt well enough to explore the grounds. He is such a thoughtful husband, is he not, Lizzie?"

"He is indeed," agreed Elizabeth, bending over to pluck a few of the flowers and hand them to Jane.

"When he viewed the completed bed, he said the flowers are almost the duplicate of the ones on his handkerchief that he keeps in his breast pocket."

"Oh, Lizzie," Jane sighed. "I wish everyone could be this happy."

The house was in good order in less time than expected, and Charles and Jane felt quite at home within weeks. The neighbors who Elizabeth had spoken of in her missives to Jane began to send cards of introduction and invitation to welcome them into the area. Charles wished to meet them all, but knew Jane still tired easily, so the plan was made to have a neighbor to dinner but once or twice a month with promises for more visitations as Jane's health and stamina improved.

Bingley had been very concerned that Jane might be sickly during this time, having known something about Darcy's family history. But Jane was the picture of serene countenance without much discomfort or unease. He marveled at her ability to withstand all the stress of running of the household and daily improvement in her stamina to meander in her new surroundings as she strolled the grounds with him.

His fears were alleved as each month progressed and she remained robust and healthy. Even Darcy, who had silently been so concerned, was relieved that perhaps he too had been fortunate enough to marry into a family whose women could sustain health during their confinement. He still worried, but not as frantically.

Chapter 64b -- Lydia's Return

Elizabeth enjoyed learning her duties of being the mistress of such a large estate because all the servants were friendly and wished her to become more confident. Mrs. Reynolds was a wonderful blessing and Elizabeth cherished her motherly counsel. The older woman was gratified that she could aid the young bride in learning all the workings of the household. They became great friends who even talked of books and poetry for which Elizabeth's own mother never had an inclination.

These discussions along with those of William alleviated some of the pain of Elizabeth missing her father's talks. For having planned to come as often as he could get away to keep his own sanity, circumstances at Longbourn prevented it. Until the planned visit in fall to coincide with the Bingley's move to the Smithson estate Mr. Bennet actually was unable to remove himself from his own home.

His letters to Elizabeth just prior to his departure told them of the chaos that ensued at Longbourn with the arrival of Lydia for a visit from her home in Newcastle where the regiment was encamped. Wickham could not get leave to join her, but Lydia was determined, and set out by public coach with another soldier's wife, and their maids as far as London. Then Uncle Gardiner, who knew of her plans from Mrs. Bennet, met her as she disembarked the coach, and insisted she remain with his family at Cheapside for a few days before he sent her the rest of the way to Longbourn with a manservant for safety.

The fact that she had not changed in essentials was obvious when she talked to them of the parties and dresses she had attended, and how all the officer's wives were appareled, and begged for money from her aunt to shop while in London for those things not available in Newcastle. They, of course, refused and wondered if she would ever grow up enough to begin a family.

At the mention of having children Lydia scoffed, stating she had no intention of having any, and wondered how any young person such as herself would wish to be saddled with offspring demanding her attention so that she would be unable to attend parties and dances and the theatre.

"But you are married now," remarked Aunt Gardiner. "It is a natural thing to occur with married couples."

"Not to me," countered Lydia adding, "dear Wickham and I are in agreement on this subject." She continued on unashamed saying, "and I have talked to other women of similar mind who have made me aware of certain techniques and devices used to prevent just the occurrence of which you speak."

"Lydia!" Her aunt protested, ashamed of what she was hearing. "How can you speak so?"

"They have been quite successful thus far, aunt, as we have put them to much use, let me tell you," Lydia giggled as though she were talking to a raucous bunch below her station. Her aunt was appalled at this entire conversation, and refused to discuss anything further with this most dissatisfying niece.

"I need to see to the menu for supper. Excuse me," Aunt Gardiner stated rising quickly and departing the drawing room.

Lydia, being left alone seemed just as indignant at the slight, and said, "Well! That was rude to be sure. I never liked her anyway."

And when Lydia arrived at Longbourn for a fortnight visit before returning to Newcastle she was, of course, royally welcomed by her mother who had missed her exuberant humor. The rest of the household was not quite as warm to her, Mr. Bennet included. He felt she hadn't changed one iota as far as he could tell, and after seeing the changes in his other daughters he wondered if her antics would cause them to revert back to the silly behavior of a year ago.

Kitty especially he worried for since she had always been susceptible to Lydia's influence. And at first it appeared as though it was what would come about when Kitty welcomed Lydia as the old sisterly companion of old, squealing and jumping up and down in greeting, and talking nonsense at a speed of which would scared the horses. And when Mrs. Bennet joined in, Mr. Bennet rolled his eyes and turned to retreat for his library for peace, sighing in resignation.

The routine during the next ten days was much the same as ever with Lydia trying to monopolize the family's time and resources for her own amusement. Mary who made sure the money entrusted to her by her father went for the household expenditures thwarted her plans at every turn. Lydia's lamentations at the dinner table today were no exception and Mary did not bother to argue with Lydia or her own mother about it, but looking directly at both women she happily reciting the Ecclesiastes verse: 3:1-3.5

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that, which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

This caused Lydia to roll their eyes saying, "Oh Lord, Mary do be quiet."

"For heaven's sakes, girl, have you no compassion on my poor nerves!"

And both complained loudly to Mr. Bennet of how they never have any enjoyment of late. He sat at the head of the table was not moved by their antics, glad of middle daughter's mettle. But without his two eldest daughters there to be a buffer, the entire family was at odds, with each member going off in different directions either to pout or to triumph at finally standing up to the senselessness of the others.

Kitty had tried to talk to Lydia of her artistic endeavors, but the younger sister had no interest in anything not directly involving her, and Lydia wished her sister's company for walks into Meryton for the small amusements she could enjoy. Sighing, Kitty realized that even attempting to sketch under these less than tranquil conditions would make it impossible to concentrate, and so postponed her endeavors until Lydia's departure.

The beginning of the second week was not better, but Mr. Bennet saw an end in sight with the fact that Lydia would be then journeying for her return to Newcastle at the end of the week. Her friend's family's coach and manservant would collect Lydia along with her maid. "Only five more days," Mr. Bennet muttered as he removed himself into his library, having survived the midday meal.

After a few hours of quiet he ventured out to find the house in uproar over a dance to be held at Meryton's Assembly Hall the coming weekend, with Lydia and Mrs. Bennet lamenting over not having new gowns. He wondered whether to change his plans that he leave for Derbyshire the next day, as he thought all was lost to his somewhat tranquil home. It was then that something occurred that gave him hope for the future. Kitty spoke to Lydia and her mother in a common sense way.

"You need not require new dresses, Lydia, for the ones you brought from Newcastle have yet to be seen here in Hertfordshire, and will be viewed as new by all our neighbors."

Both Lydia and Mrs. Bennet looked astonished at the sense of her statement. Mr. Bennet smiled.

"That is quite true, Kitty," Mrs. Bennet finally acknowledged. "We will make do, Lydia."

"All right then," pouted Lydia somewhat mollified adding, "as long as all the girls at the Assembly think they are new. I suppose I will still be prettier than any girl there, but I still wish to have a few new dresses to return to Newcastle with."

Mary rolled her eyes intending to go to her room before saying what she truly wished to say to her youngest sister that she knew would begin a row. She muttered under her breath, "If you can't say anything nice...thou shalt not bear false witness...do unto other as you would have them..." Finally seeing her religion fail her so miserably, she looked directly at her younger sister and let loose a tirade which had festered in her being for many years, and only now boiled to the surface to erupt with vengeance.

"You...are the most...self-centered, selfish girl I have ever known in my entire life. There is no one to compare with how utterly spoilt you have become since you were a child. And the fact that we have as a family have allowed this behavior to continue is beyond my ability to reason. Know this, Lydia. I am in charge of the household funds now with Father's blessing, and you will not get one halfpenny to indulge your own amusement as long as I am entrusted with the funds. If you had grown up in even the slightest amount since your marriage, we would have all rejoiced at your accomplishment, but we never required it of you, and so have reaped the yield of those expectations. Since your attitude seems to be set beyond all redemption now, I feel you will never improve to any extent, and so I accept that. But I will no longer be a party to it, nor will I allow this family's income to be jeopardized by it. And now, I will leave you to your insignificant broodings."

And with that Mary turned on her heels and departed the drawing room to return to her own quiet one to ask forgiveness from God for her vicious outburst against one of His creatures that should be more pitied than railed at. She sighed as she closed her door. All in the drawing room were at first astonished and silenced by this extraordinary oration, Mrs. Bennet huffing more than once and fanning herself with her handkerchief.

Mr. Bennet watched his middle child go with misted eyes, proud of his daughter's backbone that came through her religious zeal and he was sure from the visit to Pemberley last spring. Something for the better had changed in Mary that caused him to rejoice in her confidence to handle most situations with aplomb. This incident gave him renewed appreciation of her abilities to outmaneuver even the most uncouth persons. He was extremely proud of her, and smiled as she departed, then ventured a stare at his youngest to see what effect Mary's speech had.

But Lydia, being Lydia could not register anything in her silly head except indignation at Mary for refusing to give in to her so that she may have instant gratification of her wishes, and merely said, "humphed, what a rude thing to say. I am sure she is only jealous that I am prettier than she, and will dance every dance, and she none."

Lydia then flounced around Kitty saying, "I will even lend you one of my dresses, Kitty, though you shan't look as well in it as I would."

And Lydia and her mother left poor Kitty standing in the room, mouth agape at the entire scene. Her father patted her shoulder and smiled at her with a witty remark. "My dear girl, you have infinitely more sense than either of Lydia or I might say your mother as well, and are acquiring more of it the older you become, and will do well in life."

She hugged him and said, "Thank you, Father. That is perhaps the nicest thing you have ever said to me."

"Well, you deserve it, and will have to contend with those two for the remainder of the week while I am gone to aid your older sister in removing herself from this neighborhood to the peace and tranquillity of the north."

Just then they heard squeals from upstairs by the two offending persons, and Kitty looked longingly at her father and asked, "Are you sure I might not join you on your journey?"

He shook his head and replied, "You and Mary must stay behind to ensure that your mother not bestow the estate upon our youngest and that worthless husband of hers. You can manage it, I am sure. Just be as firm as Mary, and use that common sense I have just now witnessed."

"I shall try, Father."

Chapter 65 Mr. Bennet's Visit

First he visited the Bingleys, coinciding with their move into the north country where his aid would be invaluable for the new housekeeper and the staff, or so Jane seemed to say in her missives before she left Netherfield. He thought perhaps it was rather that she felt a bit anxious about moving so far from home and would welcome another familiar face for a small duration of weeks.

Her father traveled by the family carriage, and so kept it from being available to his wife and especially from his youngest daughter. As they would then have the need to beg rides from the neighbors, which his wife was not want to do except in a dire emergency, perhaps they would stay home the weekend, and out of mischief until he returned home. At least that is what he wished whole heartedly upon setting out, leaving the house to the care of his two remaining daughters who seemed to now possess some semblance of sense between them.

After having stayed the night in an inn halfway between, he arrived at the Smithson estate not much past the hour of four o'clock in the afternoon, intent on aiding his eldest daughter as best he could. When he had been shown into the spacious drawing room and was greeted warmly by both Jane and her ever-agreeable husband, he was introduced to their newly acquired housekeeper, Mrs. Bailey who bowed her head at the elder gentleman.

He returned the bow, noting her raised eyebrows as she rated his estimation of intelligence and compliance as compared to her new employers'. He smiled and remarked, "Well, Mrs. Bailey, if I am to aid in my family's shift from south to north country, you must allow me the authority to question and order your staff about at my own discretion. Are you agreed to that?"

"Of course, sir," she responded as any new employee would in a submissive manner adding, "I will do whatever you wish to ensure the integrity of this household." But he knew by the fire in her eyes that she resented his usurping her of decisions that she already deemed productive and protective to this young couple.

He easily discerned her discomfort at taking orders from any but the master or mistress, while also sensing her duty to comply. This made him realize that she did indeed possess a great deal of knowledge and efficiency in running his daughter's house, and more importantly her disposition of loyalty to them.

He looked into her eyes and smiled, bowing deeper than before, and he replied, "You will do, Mrs. Bailey."

As she stared into his twinkling eyes, she realized that she had just passed his test, and that he was a man with a wry sense of humor much like her own. A broad smile crossed her face. She bowed her head again answering, "Very good, sir. Will there be anything else?"

Jane looked at Charles who finally spoke. "If you would have the tea tray brought around, that would be grand." He smiled that the inquisition was now at an end, and motioned his father-in-law over to the chair by the fire as he escorted Jane to the couch beside it.

"Very good, sir," replied Mrs. Bailey who left to attend to the tea.

In truth, Mr. Bennet was correct in that he found there was little left for him to do with such an efficient housekeeper in Mrs. Bailey. But just having him there seemed to keep the momentum going for the servants finished tasks that Mrs. Bailey had assigned them.

He had a peaceful time with his eldest in the two weeks he was visiting, and was given a tour of the stately manor house with its unique history from the former family. Knowing that now the house with a staff of excellent servants headed by Mrs. Bailey would begin a new history with the family of Jane and Charles Bingley, he was less fearful of their being so far from his influence. Happy in the knowledge that they would do well in their new environment, he bide adieu to his sweet Jane and her husband, and entered his carriage for the short ride to Pemberley.

He shifted his residence then for a short stayed to see how his other daughter fared with her still reserved husband. Elizabeth waited alone on the steps when she saw his carriage coming up the drive from the road, and hugged him warmly as he alit.

"I am so happy you are here at last, father," she cooed as she kissed his cheek.

"Well," he began quite flustered at her demonstrative behavior, but rallied with the quip, "Had I known I would get such a warm welcome from you and your sister, my dear, I am sure I would have been here sooner rather than later."

"Oh, father," she replied, turning to the stairs holding his arm. "Come inside and let us get you settled."

"And where, pray tell, is that husband of yours? Out riding his vast estate, no doubt," he teased as they ascended the steps.

"Nothing so enjoyable, I am afraid. He is in his study meeting with his steward in regards a review of this year's harvest, discussing suggestions for next season's crops. Should there be a better yield, the tenants will have a better share."

"He treats his land renters with much care, then?" Asked the elderly man, showing his growing respect of the younger man.

"Yes, father. Just as his own father was want to do, so William tries to deal fairly with all those who work for him."

"Well, then, after he is finished with his meeting, I would be grateful to discuss some of my own tenant problems with him for suggestions. In the meantime, this house is quite enormous. I should like to view the grounds from several of its vantage points, if you would do me the honor of a tour."

"Certainly, father, as soon as you are fortified," she teased back, knowing his penchant for a glass of port after traveling.

After he had been shown to his chambers and refreshed himself, he then joined her for an extensive tour ending in the library where he was enthralled. "I say, you were not overestimating your husband's extensive bookroom, Lizzy. There are circulating libraries that have less books," he chided, but was truly amazed at the collection.

"I should think you could find something here that you have not already viewed, Father," she teased back. "I shall ring for tea, and we could wait in here while William concludes his meeting with his steward."

She pulled the cord, and turned back to say more to him. But watching him she realized she had already lost him in the sea of the printed word. And she silently thanked him for the gift he had given her in the love of books. There had always been somewhere to go or adventures to be had between the covers of the books. Now she could return the gift of sorts by allowing him access to William's extensive library that had been generations in the making.

She smiled as she watched him browse through the many editions before she sat down on the couch beside the window, the morning light filtering in. Picking up the book she had begun the night before, she began losing herself between its pages, returning to reality only when the maid brought in the tea tray.

She was sipping tea with her father, both reading silently, when he looked up at her. He noticed that her cheeks were rosy, and slightly more plump, and her hair shown in the morning sunlight filtering through the easterly windows. He was entranced at the vision before him as she sat unaware of his observations.

"Lizzy, is there something you wish to relate to me?" He asked finally wondering if she herself was aware.

"What is it you wish me to tell you, father?" she asked back looking up to him with confusion.

He smiled and closed his book and rose and took her hand. He knew from passed experience of this kind that it may be too early. Perhaps she being never in this condition had misread the signs. He kissed her hand, and smiled down at her face filled with questions and wonderment. She smiled back at him.

"Father, what is it?" she asked knowing that whatever it was, it could not be a bad thing.

He sidestepped answering her with another question of his own. "Have you talked today to that lovely housekeeper of yours, Mrs. Reynolds?"

Elizabeth was becoming disconcerted by her Father's enigmatic questions. "Not but a few moments before breakfast. Why?"

"Would you summon her to come here for a moment?"

"Of course," Elizabeth replied. She rose and pulled the bell cord. She then turned to face her father again questioningly, but he busied himself perusing the shelves of books behind the desk. In about five minutes there was a knock on the door.

"Come" Elizabeth answered, and Mrs. Reynolds entered the library.

"Yes, Mistress. How can I be of help to you?" Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak but her father began.

"Mrs. Reynolds, it is I who wished to speak with you." The older woman smiled and looked to Mr. Bennet.

"Yes, sir?"

"I wish you to take a good look at my daughter and tell me if you see any change in her appearance."

Mrs. Reynolds knitted her brows, and then sighed. Knowing from passed discussions about Mr. Bennet she expected him to sometimes exhibit odd behavior, but was assured that his faculties were sound. She obeyed and looked over to Elizabeth who was standing next to the window, her eyes questioning both the older people in the room.

Mrs. Reynolds took her time in her observation of Elizabeth's face, hair, stance, hands, torso and finally her feet. Mrs. Reynolds looked again to Elizabeth's cheeks and eyes. This intense gaze made Elizabeth begin to blush. Finally Mrs. Reynolds smiled and turned back to Mr. Bennet.

"Well?" he asked.

"Sir, I believe you are correct in your observations. There is a definite change about her. Oh, Mistress, I am so happy for you."

Elizabeth gaped at them both. How incredible that they were aware of something about her that she was not. She sat down and tried to calm herself.

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds, but truly I do not know of what you are speaking."

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. I think I can manage from this point," Mr. Bennet replied. The housekeeper left, still smiling.

"Father?"

He came to her, and took his hand in his and kissed it, and then smiled at her, letting her seat herself again.

"Before I answer, you must tell me truthfully. This is a delicate subject, so you must bear with me. I assume that you and your husband have...?"

She looked down to her hands in her lap blushing, saying, "Yes, of course, father. We have been married nearly a year."

"Of course, well, and recently have you noticed any changes in your own...well being?" At this she gaze came back to his face, her brows knitting in concentration.

"I have been a little more tired than usual, but I thought that due to the fact that I have not felt much desire for food of late. All this business with Charles and Jane moving into the neighborhood, and Jane with child and now with the school for the tenants to open soon has thrown my entire rhythm a bit off, but-"

"Lizzy," he touched her cheek, and smiled. "I think that you also have become with child."

She looked at him in disbelief. No, it cannot be, she thought. We have wanted it for so long, but did not dare hope, not again to only be disappointed.

"Father?" She finally whispered, the beginning of a smile starting as her tears misted her eyes. Should she even hope that this time 'they' would begin to come?

"You have that look about you, Lizzy, that I had seen in your mother whenever she was in the same condition. Your skin is glowing and you hair shines in such a way. Your cheeks are plump and much more rosy than usual. Have you not noticed other changes? Surely you would have known."

"We have hoped and prayed for just such an event, father, but I dismissed those symptoms I experienced as due to other things. Now that I reflect back, they do appear too coincidental to be ignored, but I suppose I did so, especially after the last time-"

"What last time? You have been with child before? When? Why did you not tell me, Lizzy?"

She cast her eyes down to her hands in her lap again, and sighed, realizing she would have to return her thoughts to that time, to that sadness, to speak of it again. Now, however, it was not as hurtful as before as time had diminished the ache a bit. Finally she looked up into her father's loving eyes and spoke.

"It was very soon after our wedding. You stayed at home because of mother's illness. It happened so fast, and we just wanted to move past it. I am sorry you were not informed. Afterwards, we were almost afraid to hope."

"I wish you had told me. I could have comforted you, Lizzy," he said tenderly touching her cheek.

Looking at his face she finally admitted, "Oh, father. I never knew how sad I would be. I felt so empty."

He nodded. "As your mother did when it occurred with us."

"Mother too, father? Why did I not know of this?"

"It was before Jane was born. Your mother was full young when we married, and had been so happy about our first child. It was in late summer when we lost him."

"Him?"

"Yes, had he lived, I would have had a son a year older than Jane." She touched his hand as she saw his eyes mist over. He remembered how tiny the little boy had been, so perfect, and how his wife had never been the same afterwards, almost never allowing him near her, having a case of nerves for most of her adult life until it became a habit for her. But he didn't tell Elizabeth any of this. He brushed away his tears, and smiled at her. Instead, he said, "I have been perfectly happy with my daughters who have given me much amusement and joy, and are just now giving me grandchildren that are such a blessing."

"Oh, father, we would be so happy if what you sense were true."

"I am quite sure you are so, my dear."

She hugged her father with an embrace so tender that he began to cry, which made her tears form also. "You have made an old man very happy indeed." They stayed in their embrace as each thought of the wonderful event to come that each could share in.

"I think," he finally whispered. "That there is another who should be informed of the coming event. Do you not agree, Lizzy?"

"Yes," she replied drying her eyes, and smiling at her father. "Thank you," she said again smiling.

"Go on. Be off with you while I dare to borrow a few of your husband's books." She rose almost skipping out of the room.

Darcy she was told had gone to the stables where he was asked to take a few moments to approve the supervisions of the building. Additional stalls were needed since he had recently acquired an excellent mare from a neighbor of his.

Elizabeth approached with a soft voice. "William? How does the horse do in her new home?"

He turned around and was struck by how altered his wife appeared from just a few months ago. She was standing in the morning light, but the glow came from within her and not the sun. Her face was rosy and her eyes sparkled like he had only seen them once before. He smiled at her reaching for her hands. He couldn't take his eyes from her.

"Oh, Lizzy," he whispered as he tenderly embraced her. "I am so happy." She could feel his warm breath by her ear, and sensed his tender mood. He began to kiss her neck and held her face in his hands and kissed her mouth and cheeks. Her arms were around his chest caressing his back lovingly. He finally hugged her to him again content to have her in his arms.

"You know? How?"

"I remember my aunt and then my mother having the same...aura about her with Georgiana. Even as young as I was then, that glow around her was etched in my memory so I could never mistake it for anything else." He smiled and gazed at his wife as his hand caressed her cheek.

A surprised look crossed her face as she asked, "And back in March, you knew then too of my condition. That was why you treated me so differently."

He nodded. "When Mrs. Reynolds told me you were indisposed, I thought perhaps I was mistaken, but then you confirmed what I had known. Lizzie, I am so happy now."

He kissed her lips again softly, thinking how much they had wanted this, hoped for this. Now it was finally come.

"I suppose we should write and tell your family?"

"My father is already making plans to tell those around him, I am certain."

Darcy looked into Elizabeth's face teasing, "You came to tell me after you told your father?"

She shook her head and replied, "It was the other way around, my love. He told me. It seems you and he have a common talent at being quite astute about such things; his knowledge comes from having seen its effects more than five times." She smiled at him and added, "He even had Mrs. Reynolds come view me to confirm his suspicions."

"Well," responded Darcy, "if Mrs. Reynolds knows, then I am sure the entire staff has knowledge of it as well, and is already acting in accordance to her dictums." He smiled at her, but she could tell from his pensive stare before he hid it with his smile that he had other thoughts on his mind.

"What is it, William?"

"I am already worrying about your safety, Elizabeth."

"Because of your mother?"

He did not reply, which meant a yes.

"But, William, you said she did not die during childbirth."

"No, but it was after her confinement with Georgiana that she remained ill, and never recovered her health. The doctors never said whether or not the pregnancy caused her demise."

"But you believe it was?"

Remembering his conversation with his uncle he remained silent again, which told her his thoughts and fears. As she stared into his eyes she saw something else that she could not quite recognize.

She tried to allay those fears by saying, "William, I come from strong country stock. My mother gave birth to five children without any trouble."

"Yes," he agreed, kissing lovely face, his adoration of her shining in his eyes now, and he sighed. "It is just because my mother is a part of me, so our child is a part of her that I worry for both of you."

"I understand."

"You must allow me as an expectant father to worry, Lizzy," he smiled teasing. "It is my right."

"Very well, William, so long as it does not get too out of hand."

"I will try to abide by your wishes," he smiled, successfully re-burying that feeling that he had almost let surface.

"We should write to Georgiana as she has now left with Mrs. Annesley to continue her studies in London. I know she will be so excited and want to come to help when her studies conclude. I will also write to my aunt Gardiner. And you must send word to your aunt and uncle."

"Are we to dine with Charles and Jane this evening?"

"Yes, and we are to bring father as well before he departs for Longbourn. Charles refused to allow Jane to travel much in these remaining months. We can relate the news to them at dinner. And with their own child due in three months, I intend to help her as much as possible."

"And your sister, Mary, whom I approve of immensely now would be a great help to you as well since she is not to be married to that clerk of your uncle until next autumn."

"Indeed?" There was a pause before he ventured to stare at her again.

"There is one whose arrival to help I wish to delay as much as possible, however."

Both knew whom he meant, but didn't voice it aloud.

"Father can take care of her as well."

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