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Chapter One

Posted on Thursday, 15 April 2004

Darcy sat in the chair in his room shaking his head as he was lost in his thoughts of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. “When is this woman leaving and how do I get her out of my head?” he thought.

“Ahem.”

Darcy’s valet tried to discreetly gain his master’s attention but Darcy continued to stare into space. Further he prayed, “When she leaves today, I’m sure I will get over this temporary infatuation. I must. I cannot let this woman with her lack of connections and that awful mother get the better of me. No matter how captivating her eyes or the fullness of her lips or the swell of her …”

“Mr. Darcy? Are you ready for your shave now, Sir?”

Darcy snapped out of his trance.

“Uh, yes, Christian. Let’s get on with the morning’s shave. Thank you.”

Christian wasn’t used to seeing his master so inattentive, although there were those days following the visit to Ramsgate.

Darcy had thought that being late to breakfast this morning might save him from once again looking into the bewitching eyes of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He never would have imagined that he would find himself in such danger from one of the local gentlewomen but Miss Bennet had proven herself to be utterly enchanting and he wanted to be free of her as soon as possible. Now he was in the unlikely position of being grateful for the time when Miss Bingley no longer had the Bennets as a distraction and could devote more time to pursuing him. Darcy knew he was in no danger of developing the affection and respect for Miss Bingley, he believed necessary for a successful marriage. No, he was better off left for weeks in the company of the not in the least tempting Miss Bingley than another day with Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

He sighed. Christian frowned and momentarily paused his razor in midair, waiting for his master to settle down. Eventually, Darcy saw the wisdom of sitting still rather than risking a nasty cut and Christian was able to complete the job.

As Christian was buttoning the waistcoat, out of the corner of his eyes Darcy caught movement out of his window and noticed the Bingley carriage pulling away from the house. He caught a of glimpse of Miss Jane Bennet in the carriage and was flush with his relief. He now hurried downstairs for breakfast. He determined that a good ride would clear his head and be the perfect exercise for the morning.

In the dining room, Miss Bingley was awaiting him where she’d been holding court with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy, I’m afraid your late arrival means you have missed the opportunity to see our guests off. Surely you will be missing Miss Eliza with her fine eyes and pert opinions.”

“I dare say it will be a loss, Miss Bingley, but, you and I will have to persevere.”

The reply momentarily silenced Miss Bingley.

Bingley returned to the dining room looking a bit starry-eyed. Darcy felt his superiority with certainty that at least his affection was not so apparent to all around him.

Miss Bingley continued to assault the character of the Bennet sisters in an effort to assert her supremacy. When it appeared she could not get assent on there being any problem with the Bennet sisters – Charles positively proclaiming Jane an angel and Elizabeth charming – she moved on to the more obvious target, Mrs. Bennet. There was little that could be said in defense of this woman and still Charles managed to find something. He insisted that she only cared for the well-being of her daughters and that there should be no fault found in that.

Of course, Miss Bingley hit her intended mark when she proclaimed them to be of a lower class with close relatives in trade, but Darcy’s placid demeanor did not give him away. That left Miss Bingley frustrated and more unsure of his regard than usual. After Bingley and Darcy left for their ride, Miss Bingley turned to her sister, Louisa, for reassurance.

“Louisa, you don’t think that Mr. Darcy could succumb to Miss Eliza Bennet’s limited charms, do you? I mean she is a country nobody and nothing compared to me but I am not sure that he’s not been snared by her charms and obviously flirtations.”

“Oh, no, Caroline. Mr. Darcy is much too clever for that and he will marry a woman who can be the type of mistress he needs for such a grand estate as Pemberley. Miss Eliza Bennet could never be the proper mistress for that estate nor could she influence dear Miss Darcy to make the most of her charms and capture the right sort of husband. I am quite sure Mr. Darcy would not want the influence of someone like Miss Bennet on his sister.”

“Of course, you are right Louisa but there must be something I can do to make Mr. Darcy understand sooner rather than later that I am the right woman to be his wife and the mistress of Pemberley. I don’t like the attention he has shown this little strumpet and would hate to see all of my hard work be for naught because he loses his mind, the way men are wont to do from time to time, over the lively Miss Eliza Bennet. I simply can’t lose such a good match, and one I have spent the last two years pursuing, to someone like her.”

“My dear sister, calm yourself. You dress better, in the latest fashions while she is in simple country dresses you wouldn’t wear if you were down to your last farthing. Your talents on the pianoforte are far superior to hers. You have such a fine figure and face with a good, aristocratic nose and I believe her figure is a little too round. And most importantly, you travel in the first circles and know all of the important people in town. How could you possibly lose out to Miss Eliza Bennet? Do be serious!”

At that point, Mr. Hurst snorted so loudly that he woke himself. The ladies agreed to part until later in the afternoon and Miss Bingley headed for the music room where she practiced for over an hour and thought of her plan to make Mr. Darcy hers.

Chapter Two

In the days following their return home, Jane and Elizabeth had daily tête a têtes about the gentlemen at Netherfield. Lizzy was certain Mr. Bingley was falling in love with Jane. Jane’s modesty would not permit her to accept that was truly happening but admitted she had a great deal of admiration for Mr. Bingley. On the other hand, Jane was certain that Mr. Darcy held a tender regard for Lizzy. Everything that Lizzy related about her time at Netherfield while Jane was in bed ill, in addition to what Jane was able to personally observe, convinced Jane that Mr. Darcy was struggling with his feelings for her sister. Elizabeth feelings regarding Mr. Darcy were still overly influenced by a poorly conceived comment made by Mr. Darcy at their first meeting at the local assembly.

“Lizzy, it is unfortunate that he made that abominable remark about your not being pretty enough to tempt him, but all of his looks and comments since have shown him to be very tempted, indeed. And be sensible. Anyone should be permitted to be in a bad humor on occasion. He has been nothing but a gentleman since that evening.

And Mr. Darcy is a gentleman of the first social circles; he has enough intelligence and has heard enough of Mama to know she is anxious for us to marry well. Further, he has probably run into more than his share of similarly minded Mamas in his young life. So you would expect him to be somewhat reticent about falling in love with someone who may not want him for the right reasons. You did tell me once that it would be difficult to find a sensible man who will take us with so little portion to bring to the marriage. Let us believe that as a sensible man, Mr. Darcy must at least be permitted to think twice.“ Jane smiled at Lizzy.

“Jane, Mr. Darcy is arrogant. If he is interested in me, how presumptuous of him to think that I could be his for the asking! I have not given him any reason to think that I might accept him.”

“That might be true, Lizzy, but he might reasonably interpret that as your good breeding rather than lack of good taste,” Jane continued to smile. “He is a very attractive man and I happen to believe that his character is not so bad as you would have it. Otherwise, I don’t think he and Mr. Bingley could be such good friends. And I still say that all signs are that he likes what he sees in you, Lizzy.”

“But Jane…”

“No, Lizzy. Don’t let your hurt feelings because of his poor showing on one occasion blind you to what might be a perfectly agreeable gentleman. Promise me, Lizzy, that you will try to observe him without your current bias?”

Out of respect for Jane, her favorite of her four sisters, Lizzy agreed. And she had to admit to herself that other than the first evening they had met, Mr. Darcy had been a perfect gentleman. He wasn’t very outgoing and did not seem particularly comfortable with her neighbors, but he had been civil. And she had no other reason to think poorly of him.

As she played, Miss Bingley’s thoughts rested on the list of circumstances that might make a man marry a woman. Of course, if a gentleman lost his fortune or needed an infusion of capital, he might marry a well dowered lady. But that didn’t apply to Mr. Darcy and causing him to have some financial difficulty would defeat Miss Bingley’s purpose. She felt no particular affection or attraction for the man himself; she didn’t really know him. She was rather certain she did not want Darcy without the power of his position in society or the pin money that would come from being his wife or the thrill of being mistress of a great estate such as Pemberley. No, there was no benefit to Miss Bingley in making Darcy need her portion. That was not a real option to pursue.

Wealthy men of trade marry for status, but clearly this didn’t apply to Mr. Darcy.

Men of integrity married ladies they had compromised. Mr. Darcy was certainly considered to be a man of the highest integrity. Still, he was unlikely to compromise her reputation. Or was he? Of course, not on his own but maybe if she gave him just a little push. Still, if she was too obvious not only might it not work, leaving her reputation ruined, she could end up angering him so that she would have a miserable marriage and neither get the anticipated pin money nor maintain his friendship. Even Miss Bingley thought that to be a poor way to begin a marriage.

Finally, after much thought and an hour of pounding away at the pianoforte on several of her favorite compositions, she decided to solicit Louisa’s aid in making it appear that Mr. Darcy had compromised her at the same time making it appear to Mr. Darcy that she was a victim and was totally innocent.

Miss Bingley found Louisa embroidering in the sitting room on the east of the house. She explained her plan and her dilemma to Louisa, asking for her advice and counsel. Louisa agreed that it was time for action and that it was wise to not make a move so obvious that Darcy might reject the notion of marrying her, in spite of her shattered reputation.

Fortunately for Caroline, Louisa came up with a plan almost immediately. One of the reasons Caroline loved her sister so was her pension for the devious.

It was decided that Caroline would write to her good friend, Felicity Hallowell. She was known to be a gossip of the first order. Felicity much like Caroline, was a young lady whose father had made his money in trade and then purchased an attractive home in the fashionable part of London in addition to an estate in Sussex. Also, like Caroline, she valued all things fashionable and anything valued by those in the first circles. Unlike Caroline, Felicity was not quite as pretty, though her portion necessarily attracted men, they were not always the right sort of men.

She had set her sights on Charles Bingley. Surely, if Caroline implied that she would help Felicity in her objective of snaring Charles, Felicity would do her best to discreetly spread the information that Caroline planted – without divulging the source of the information. It was a masterful plan and Caroline literally jumped up and down with excitement with visions of redecorating Pemberley dancing in her head.

She went immediately to her writing desk to send her missive to Felicity, as Louisa, with a smile as large as a Cheshire cat, continued her embroidery.

December 5, 1812

Dearest Felicity:

I hope this letter finds you and your family well. As you know, I am staying with my brother, Charles, and my sister and her husband at my brother’s estate in Hertfordshire.

Mr. Darcy of Pemberley is currently our guest. I do so much miss the highly civil society of London and expect that we will be returning to London shortly. Louisa and I have found the society something savage and I am sure that we will be able to convince Charles to return to London shortly where good friends, such as yourself, will be able to convince Charles to abandon his estate here and establish himself in a more suitable county, such as Derbyshire or even your home county of Sussex. After all, Charles has only taken the estate on a temporary basis.

With little to no society, I have begun to spend some of my days walking the estate. As you are most aware, Mr. Darcy has long been a dear friend to my brother’s. I am afraid that the society is not suiting Mr. Darcy either and lately some of the savagery of the neighborhood appears to have rubbed off on him. As he joined me on one of my walks, he became carried away in his passion for me and brutally ripped the bodice of my gown leaving my breast momentarily exposed. Borrowing his coat, I was able to hide this attack from all in the house to save both of our reputations. As you are certainly aware, Mr. Darcy has an impeccable reputation, is well respected among those in the first circles and is not accustomed to taking “no” for an answer.

Dear friend, I am sure you can imagine how traumatized I am from this experience. I only share this with you because we are almost sisters and I know that you would never betray me by telling others what I have revealed. I am most concerned that the servants may have observed the incident and will be spreading it as far as London.

Please write to me to let me know if during your movements in London society you hear anything of this event. Certainly, I would like to know of this before I return to London. And when you write, please let me know of the latest fashion news so that I may share that with Louisa and the ladies of the neighborhood to relieve our long stretches of boredom.

Sister (for I am so certain you soon will be, if I have anything to say on it), please keep me in your thoughts.

Regards, &c.

CB

Chapter Three – The Plot Thickens

Posted on Friday, 16 April 2004

Caroline had always made a point of closely observing Mr. Darcy’s movements. Where did he go on his daily walks and what time did he normally leave? Because she had always been so observant when the weather cooperated for her, the next week, she preceded him on the path for his daily morning walk. She had dressed with care that morning, wearing her least favorite dress that she cut slightly on order to facilitate ripping it easily. She did not permit her maid to take her normal care with her hairstyle that morning so that she could best effect the look of a woman who might have been accosted.

While waiting in the wooded area beyond Netherfield House, Caroline had scratched her arms with a few twigs and smeared dirt on her dress and face. As she saw Mr. Darcy approaching she ripped the bodice of her dress and screamed. Mr. Darcy, who at that moment had thoughts of Miss Bennet storming his mind, was startled from his pleasant daydream by the scream and ran to aid the lady in distress. There he found Miss Bingley clasping her hand to her breast and sobbing.

“Mr. Darcy, I am so lucky your were nearby to hear my screams,” she cried.

“Miss Bingley, what has happened? How can I assist you?” Mr. Darcy asked as he looked around him.

“A strange man came out of the woods and grabbed me. I tried to fight him off but in the process he tore my dress. He must have heard you approaching because he ran off.” Caroline replied.

Darcy removed his coat and gave it to Caroline to restore her modesty then turned quickly to avoid looking at her. With his back turned to her he spoke passionately,

“I regret that I did not see the scoundrel that violated you in this way, Miss Bingley for I assure you he would have regretted his actions had I gotten my hands on him. I know you and Mrs. Hurst have frequently spoken of this area as being savage but I never anticipated that you would have this kind of concerns while walking in Netherfield Park. Nay, this is something akin to what you might anticipate in London’s streets rather than England’s countryside. I daresay this must be someone who is not from this neighborhood. Surely, if this were typical Mr. Bennet would not let his young daughter’s take their frequent walks about the woods.”

In her anger, Caroline momentarily forgot her sobs as she saw that even in her moment of distress the name Bennet reared its ugly head. With indignation apparent in her voice she replied,

“Surely, Mr. Darcy, we cannot place any expectation on the propriety of Mr. Bennet’s action or inaction. Clearly he is not in charge of his family as he allows that headstrong, unfashionably independent Eliza Bennet to tromp around the countryside and the younger girls to run positively wild. Truly, you do not believe he shares your accountability and sensibility with regard to how to rear a proper young lady. Miss Darcy would never roam the wilds of the woods as the Bennet girls do. You would not allow it. You are aware of Georgiana’s every movement, as a proper guardian should be.”

Not only was Mr. Darcy taken aback by the change in tone, this latter statement stung in a way that Caroline could not have known. For a long moment he was silent. Then he asked Miss Bingley if he could accompany her back to the house.

As they approached Netherfield House, they noticed a rider approaching from the other direction. Darcy recognized it was his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, before he could actually make out the man’s features.

“Richard, I was not expecting you. Is there some problem?” Darcy exclaimed.

Colonel Fitzwilliam could not help but notice the state of Miss Bingley’s undress. She hurried into the house without being introduced to the Colonel.

“Everything is fine, Darcy. I am sorry to show up without forewarning but it had been so long since I had seen you and when the General required someone to bring a message to Colonel Forster, I volunteered for the opportunity to see you in the process. I only have a few days leave. How are you? And what has happened to the young lady?”

“That was Miss Bingley, my friend Charles’ sister. You’ve heard me speak of her, I am sure.”

“Darcy, from your description of the lady, I expected the woman to be hideous. She is rather attractive – although you still have not explained the state of her clothes or why she was wearing your coat.”

Uncertain how much Caroline might want to reveal of the incident to a stranger, Darcy replied,

“Richard, I have never said Miss Bingley’s features were unpleasant, only her tendency to be rather too obvious about her preferences. Miss Bingley met with a wardrobe mishap while walking in the woods. I was able to assist her by giving her my coat. ‘Tis all.

It is certainly good to see you and I am sure Charles will insist that you stay here with us.”

“I must admit, I was counting on it” smiled the Colonel.

Chapter Four – The Ball

Posted on Wednesday, 21 April 2004

When Miss Bingley walked into Netherfield House and was spotted by Louisa, there was temporary hysteria in the entryway. However, they promptly removed her above stairs where she proceeded to tell Louisa that she had been attacked by a man in the woods and rescued by Mr. Darcy. Of course, this was overheard by all of the servants who attended her, including her maid. Caroline’s maid, who had attended her for a number of years and was aware of her mistresses many shortcomings was smart enough to keep her skepticism to herself and only expressed great sympathy for Caroline’s plight.

By the time the Colonel and Darcy entered the house, there was no longer any sign of the commotion in the entryway. Darcy had Charles summoned in order to introduce him to the Colonel. Of course, Chares with his amiability was quick to invite the Colonel to stay.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, you must stay with us. You could not have come at a better time, for in two days we are giving a ball at Netherfield. My neighbors have all been so kind and welcoming and in return for all of their kindness, I have agreed to host a ball.”

“Mr. Bingley, as a man who loves a ball, I would have to agree that my timing is impeccable, indeed.

Are you looking forward to the ball, too, Darcy?” As usual, Richard was up for some good natured teasing where his cousin was concerned.

“Don’t I always, Richard?”, Darcy replied. But could not hold back the laugh at what a joke it was to think of himself looking forward to such a large social gathering. All of the gentlemen laughed. Then Charles said,

“I actually think Darcy might be looking forward to the ball more than he is willing to admit. There are a number of attractive young ladies in the neighborhood and even Darcy cannot deny that.”

“Charles,” admonished Darcy, “speak for yourself. There are certainly one or two pleasant ladies in the community but none that has drawn any particular attention from me.”

Now the Colonel was even more curious and he would certainly keep his eyes open at this ball.

The next couple of days passed without incident. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy decided that they would not frighten all of the neighborhood when Caroline could not identify her attacker and begged that they not speak with the neighborhood gentlemen about the attack. Caroline certainly seemed to be totally recovered from the misfortune and, as the mistress of her brother’s home, threw herself into the party preparations with her usual enthusiasm.

At Longbourn, the Bennet’s estate, the ladies were all eagerly looking forward to the ball at Netherfield, except for the middle sister Mary who proclaimed she would really rather read a book. Her proclamation was assumed to be more of a defensive mechanism to ward off pity for not being asked to stand-up with any gentleman during the evening. As the plain Bennet sister, better, she believed, to make no effort and profess no desire to take part in the festivities.

Since, there was no Bennet son and the Bennet estate was entailed away from the female line, the estate was to pass to a distant cousin, Mr. Wilbur Collins, upon Mr. Bennet’s passing. This partially accounted for Mrs. Bennet’s single-minded focus on obtaining good matches for her daughters. As the attractive daughter of a well-to-do tradesman, she had won the attentions of a gentleman. So, as attractive daughters of a gentleman, she only naturally wanted more for her daughters. Unfortunately, though Mr. Bennet loved his family, he had not been the best provider, had not curtailed his wife’s spending over the years and had not worked to get the most out of his tenants and the land. So, his five daughters were left with rather paltry dowries.

Though Mrs. Bennet had married a gentleman, Mr. Bennet had never requires that she learn the gentility reasonably associated with a gentleman’s wife. Mrs. Bennet’s lack of discretion and propriety sometimes reflected very poorly on her daughters. Further, since neither the mother nor the father had restrained the exuberance of the younger two girls, who were rather young to be out, on more than one occasion they left poor impressions of the family. Of course, this negatively impacted the older girls’ chances of making a good match but the parents were unable or unwilling to see this.

Shortly after Jane and Lizzy had returned home from Netherfield, Mr. Collins came to visit. No on in the Bennet family had previous met the man whom they all found rather odious. He was a tall, overweight, boorish, clod who sweated profusely. He spoke in a continuous stream of platitudes and often his speeches reflected that his theological training was lacking.

It was believed by most of the Bennets that Mr. Collins had come to Longbourn to size up his eventual inheritance and assess the health of Mr. Bennet to determine how long it might be before he would inherit. His stated reason was to heal the breach that had separated the family members for so many years. It wasn’t long before it was apparent that Mr. Collins’ idea of how to heal that breach was to select a wife from among Mr. Bennet’s five daughters. In his way of thinking, even though the Bennet ladies were known for their charms and beauty, without dowries, anyone of them should feel blessed to receive an offer from a respectable clergyman such as himself. That he stood to inherit their father’s estate should only be an added benefit.

Unfortunately for Elizabeth, Mrs. Bennet agreed with him. After steering Mr. Collins away from Jane whom she believed to have caught the bigger prize of Mr. Bingley, Mrs. Bennet was well pleased to see he’d chosen to pursue her least favorite daughter, Elizabeth. Mr. Collins wasted no time in soliciting Elizabeth’s hand for the first two dances at the Netherfield ball. When he promised – or maybe it was more of a threat – to dance with all of his lovely cousins, the two youngest daughters, Katherine and Lydia, became even more determined to fill their dance cards with the officers under Colonel Forster’s command. They shared a love of men in redcoats.

Come the evening of the ball, all of the Bennet ladies were visions, each for her own reason having taken exceptional care with her toilette. Even Mary, though plainer than her sisters primarily because she wore spectacles, was dressed in a most flattering gown. With her older sisters’ encouragement, she had adorned her hair with flowers in a particularly becoming manner and they had assisted her with special lace that accented her ample bosom. They were determined she would not be a wallflower at this event and she appeared to blossom under their particular attention.

Upon the family’s entrance, Mr. Bingley beamed and was unable to remove his eyes from the captivating beauty of Jane Bennet. Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam stood to the side observing. Richard whispered,

“This must be Mr. Bingley’s Miss Bennet. The man is positively besotted. And Bingley is right, she is a celestial being.”

“Yes, he is making a fool of himself over this woman. Granted, she is very attractive and, as a gentleman’s daughter it would not be the worse match for him as the son of a man in trade. Still, she smiles too much and I am not sure she returns his regard. And the mother! You will soon hear enough of her to think less of the daughter, I promise you,” Darcy replied.

Then Darcy spotted Miss Elizabeth Bennet and the sparkle in her eyes. He could not help himself from smiling in her direction. Colonel Fitzwilliam, always well attuned to his cousin’s moods, noticed his distraction immediately. Following his stare, he realized Darcy was directing his attention to another lovely lady with dark curls and eyes, with a double row of long dark lashes, that sparkled like jewels.

He glanced back at Darcy again. He was smiling! Well, well. Mr. Bingley may be right; one of the ladies of the neighborhood does appear to have captured my cousin’s particular attention. Colonel Fitzwilliam was determined to meet this young lady and, if possible, make Darcy jealous.

“Darce, who is the pretty woman there with the exceptional eyes and dark curls? Can you introduce me to her.”

“That is Miss Jane Bennet’s sister, Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Like her sisters, she has no portion of significance and so you need not waste your time.”

“Darcy, unlike you, I have no real need to marry. As the second son, I can rely upon my brother and his wife to carry on the family name. And, as you are well aware, I have no estate to pass on to my progeny. Rather, I just enjoy the company of beautiful women. And this woman is rather intriguing in appearance. Since we know you have no interest in her, what objection could you have to introducing her to me?”

“None at all, I assure you. As you wish.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam could see Darcy’s temple throbbing – always a telltale sign of his annoyance when his demeanor otherwise was rather cool. As the two men strolled toward Miss Elizabeth Bennet, who was now standing with her sister, Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley, Colonel Fitzwilliam was thinking of all of the fun he was going to have torturing Darcy this evening. Mr. Darcy, on the other hand, was thinking of ways to discourage his cousin without giving away his position. Introductions were made all around and the Colonel wasted no time in soliciting both ladies for dances. That left Darcy fuming but he was unable to open his mouth and ask for a dance.

They parted as everyone found their partners for the first dances. Darcy stood and sulked on the sidelines as he watched his Elizabeth with this big, clumsy oath. Who was this man and how dare he presume himself worthy to dance with Elizabeth? By the second dance, Darcy had cooled down enough to ask himself what he was thinking. “She is not ‘my Elizabeth.’ What am I thinking? I’m thinking about how much I would love to be able to touch that woman. I am thinking it is torture to watch her direct her lively wit and smiles at other men.”

But still he thought her beneath him.

Elizabeth danced the third with Mr. Bingley while Darcy fulfilled his obligation with Miss Bingley. Before the Colonel could claim her for the fourth dance, while she was conversing with her good friend, Charlotte Lucas, Darcy went to her. He couldn’t remember how his feet had carried him there but suddenly he was standing before her asking her to dance the supper dance with him. Elizabeth was so stunned she didn’t have time to think of an objection. Besides, she had promised Jane to be more civil toward him. She told herself her civility would help Jane in her relationship with his best friend.

Miss Lucas noticed her hesitation.

“Lizzy, please don’t be foolish. Mr. Darcy has been staring at you all evening. He is clearly showing a partiality and has singled you out as the only woman other than the hostess to dance with this evening. You must see the honor he has bestowed upon you. I know you believe in a romantic love that I think is unrealistic from women without dowries, but if you aren’t civil to him, you’ll never know if he’s worth loving. Don’t be so foolish as to dismiss the possibility of loving a man of his consequence, even if you do not love him because of his consequence.”

“Honestly, Charlotte, there is no need to lecture me. I intend to be civil. He just caught me by surprise. Do you really think he is interested in me? I cannot imagine why.”

“I didn’t think your notion of romantic love meant asking ‘why.’ Is there really a reasoned romance?”

“Tease me if you must, Charlotte.” Both ladies were still laughing as the Colonel approached.

“Miss Bennet, I believe we have this dance.”

“Indeed, we do Colonel. May I introduce you to my friend, Charlotte Lucas.”

After a little small talk the couple proceeded to join the line of dancers.

“Colonel, are you in the neighborhood for long?”

“I am afraid I am not, Miss Bennet. I am only here for a short while, delivering a message to Colonel Forster and taking the opportunity to spend a few days with my cousin, Darcy.”

“Well, with the shortage of dance partners, we are lucky that you had such impeccable timing.”

“No, Miss Bennet, I am the lucky one to be able to share the company of such a charming young lady as yourself,” he smiled.

“Colonel, I must say I am happy to see that the brooding and creased brow are not family traits.”

“Ah, you refer to my serious cousin. Well, Darcy has had a lot of responsibility from a very early age, having lost both parents and assumed the command of a large estate. I, on the other hand, am a second son, have no estate and only myself to please. Hence, I am more often pleased.”

“I am sorry if my comment seemed thoughtless and cruel.”

“Not at all Miss Bennet. Even I rarely appreciate how difficult it must be to walk in Darcy’s shoes. While he has a lot of advantages and leads a privileged life, his responsibilities are considerable. His staff, his tenants and even the members of the surrounding community rely upon his good judgment to keep everyone prosperous and safe.”

“Darcy and I share the guardianship of his younger sister, Georgiana. Of course, he bears the brunt of the responsibility there, too. Georgiana is but sixteen. She’s really been no trouble, although she shares the trait of shyness with her brother.”

“Shy? Mr. Darcy? I don’t believe it. He must attend a plethora of the ton’s social engagements. How could he possibly be shy?”

Elizabeth regretted this comment, almost as soon as it had passed her lips but once again her impulses got the best of her. She concentrated on her dance steps as she was forced to part from the Colonel.

Once they were together again, he replied. “Please, don’t be uneasy. You are right. Darcy fulfills all of the social obligations commensurate with his status in society. That is partially done for Georgiana’s benefit in anticipation of her coming out. Still, he is not at ease in society. He is more comfortable in intimate gatherings among friends.”

Elizabeth wanted to lighten the mood and replied archly,

“Ah, but Colonel, you suffer from no such discomfort among strangers, do you?”

“Not at all, Miss Bennet. I take every opportunity to attend soirees and balls. I enjoy dancing and meeting new people.”

“Don’t you really mean you enjoy meeting new young ladies to charm, Colonel?”

The Colonel smiled, wriggled his brows and replied,

“Why Madam, you have found me out.”

Elizabeth’s mirth spilled over. The sound of her laughter was both pleasure and pain to Darcy. He wanted her to stop smiling at his cousin. Why should Richard have all of the fun by virtue of being a second son? It was not fair and nothing said it had to be that way. Hang it! He was going to have a conversation with Miss Bennet and try to get her to direct her smiling eyes his way.

Richard had noticed how raptly his cousin had attended their dancing. He thought his job for the evening might be nearly complete.

After the dance, Richard made certain to spend a few minutes telling Darcy how charming he found Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet is a rather tempting armful, Darce.” Colonel Fitzwilliam whispered to his cousin, “And rather charming and witty, too.”

“Richard, you have been in the army too long if you think that crassness appropriate for a ballroom.”

“Just an observation, Darcy. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard me comment on a lady’s figure.” He slapped Darcy on the back.

“She could keep a man entertained for many hours – no matter the room, don’t you agree?” he smiled wickedly.

“I’ve never given that any consideration,” Darcy replied tersely. “I must go retrieve Miss Bennet for our dance.”

Darcy approached Miss Bennet for the supper dance with a determination in his eyes that she had not seen before. But she was determined to be pleasant and to not make the mistake, again, of misinterpreting his looks as meaning he disapproved of her.

“Miss Bennet, you appear to be enjoying the evening.”

“I am, indeed, Mr. Darcy. The dance with my last partner was most enlightening.”

“How so?”

“I danced with your cousin. I am sure you are aware he is a fountain of information,” she repressed a smile.

“I have heard my cousin described as many things but not necessarily well informed, unless you were speaking of military campaigns.”

“Indeed, we were not. We spoke more about society and how he so enjoys dancing.”

“Yes, Richard does enjoy a party very well, I suppose. And meeting lovely young ladies.”

“And you, Sir?”

“Do I enjoy a party or do I enjoy meeting lovely young ladies?” he smiled.

“I would ask you both, now, since you have raised the question, Mr. Darcy. Although originally I was speaking of parties,” she smiled back.

He thought of how to best respond for a second while they were parted by the dance.

“Miss Bennet, I truly do not generally enjoy parties, but I am enjoying my present company this evening. As for ‘lovely’ young ladies, what healthy young man would not enjoy meeting a ‘lovely’ young lady. Unfortunately, though I meet many young ladies, I meet few whom I would say were ‘lovely,’” he said with a rather pointed look that Elizabeth could not miss.

“I recall, Sir, that at our first gathering, you found no tempting young ladies in the room,” she smiled, pertly, having already decided to forgive him but not missing the chance to make him squirm.

Darcy turned pale at the remembrance. “Miss Bennet, I truly regret that you heard that dreadful comment. It was not meant for your ears. I was merely in a sour mood that evening, had only attended the function at Bingley’s insistence and wanted to be rid of him quickly. I know it was unpardonable, but hope you will find it in your heart…”

They parted in the dance and Darcy did not get to finish immediately. When they came back together, Elizabeth smiled wickedly and said,

“Mr. Darcy, I am too amused at the prospect of your groveling for my forgiveness. I think I have made you pay many times over for that comment. Let us agree to put it behind us, until it serves my purpose to bring it up again in the future.”

They both smiled. Darcy had seen Lizzy smile many times but thought the pounding of his heart at that moment might be heard above the music, her smile had so enchanted him. Lizzy had never seen Darcy smile so brilliantly and the thought that it was for her, momentarily made her knees weak.

After the dance, Darcy and Elizabeth proceeded to supper together. Mrs. Bennet failed to notice that Elizabeth was sitting with Mr. Darcy in a lively conversation. She was too busy loudly holding court over the local Mamas about the match of Bingley with Jane, Elizabeth with Mr. Collins and how the other girls would then be exposed to men with money and stature in society.

Darcy was so engrossed in conversation with Elizabeth and so charmed by her, that he failed to hear Mrs. Bennet’s musings. He even teased Elizabeth about her clumsy partner for the first two dances. She smiled at what had been a painful experience – both physically and emotionally.

“I saw you looking at me, Mr. Darcy.”

“Truly, I was worried for your toes. I thought it best that I ask you to dance so that I could be assured that they not be trampled for at least one set,” he laughed.

“You should laugh more often, Mr. Darcy. Then we would not all fear you so.” Without thinking, she’d done it again.

“Miss Bennet, I am sure you don’t fear me. I won’t have it.”

“Not any longer, Mr. Darcy.”

Their talk was interrupted by Mr. Collins who brought greetings, he was sure, from his patroness and Mr. Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine De Bourgh. He was certain that if she’d known that Mr. Collins would meet Mr. Darcy, Lady Catherine would have wished to send her greetings. The man was perspiring profusely and after shaking his hand, Darcy had to use his napkin to wipe off the sweat. How like his aunt to have such a toady in her employ. But he remained more than civil given that Mr. Collins had breached propriety and not waited for a proper introduction.

Miss Bingley had been eyeing the pair through their dance and now at supper but Richard was keeping her occupied in order to give Darcy some of the time be believed he needed with Miss Bennet. If Miss Bingley could have choked the Colonel she would have but eventually she realized that Miss Bennet could have Darcy for the evening because shortly he would be hers for good. Word should be spreading in London and any day now, she was sure to have the prize she sought. She decided to enjoy the charming Colonel. What a pity, she thought, that Darcy wasn’t nearly so charming and attentive. But he was charming enough, she supposed, given his $10,000 pounds a year. When she smiled at the Colonel, he almost laughed. He was so familiar with that simpering grin that the ladies of the ton practiced. There was nothing behind it, he knew. But there was nothing behind his smiles either, so they were well matched for the evening, he thought.

Chapter Five – After the Ball

Jane spent an hour in Lizzy’s room that night. The talk centered mostly on two gentlemen – Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.

“Jane, you danced three dances with Mr. Bingley and were sequestered with him throughout supper. Please tell me you are now convinced of his superior regard for you,” Lizzy exclaimed.

Jane blushed but could no longer deny that she believed in Mr. Bingley’s tender regard for her. She hadn’t been so lost in the glow Mr. Bingley’s gaze to fail to see that Lizzy and Mr. Darcy seemed to be getting along well throughout the ball.

“True, Jane, Mr. Darcy and I found much to talk about this evening and managed to not have one argument. I’d say that is progress. I’m sure that Mr. Darcy is aware of the regard his good friend has for you and it reflects well on Mr. Darcy that he’s making every intention to have a civil relationship with all of your family.”

“Lizzy, you are not serious. Do you honestly believe that Mr. Darcy spent all of that time with you this evening, two dances and supper, only out of respect for me?”

“Yes, Jane, I do.”

“Lizzy, you’re being blind and stubborn – and I think you’re displaying a little bit of that naiveté that you accuse me of exhibiting from time to time.”

“—Jane!”

“I guess I could be wrong, Lizzy. I think you are so extraordinary, everyone else should see it, too.”

“Ah, now there’s the Jane I know and love,” Lizzy smiled.

Jane yawned and the young ladies decided it was time to get some rest.

At Netherfield, Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, the Colonel and Miss Bingley were in the library, recovering from the evening’s festivities. The Hursts had retired.

Miss Bingley lost no time in expressing her displeasure with the affair. The guests were dull, their fashions dated, the officers uncouth, the white soup not up to the standards of Pemberley’s cooks, etc. The gentlemen let her go on without comment until she exhausted herself.

“Poor Mr. Darcy. You were stuck with Miss Eliza Bennet for much of the evening. I’m sure she was as tedious and impertinent as always but her primary goal was likely to avoid that oaf of a clergyman she’s promised to. You must have heard Mrs. Bennet going on about the merits of the match.”

“No, I did not,” replied Darcy, succinctly. He was momentarily stunned. His Elizabeth? If he had anything to say about it, that sweaty ogre would never touch her.

Seeing Darcy’s discomfort, the Colonel spoke up to relieve some of his concern and set the record straight. The added benefit of giving his cousin an additional push was but a bonus.

“I believe Mrs. Bennet expressed a wish to see the match and that she believed it will take place but they are not yet promised.”

“Yes, well, for a young lady with no particular talents, no beauty, charm or grace and very little portion to speak of, he may be a good match, indeed,” Caroline answered.

“I have come to consider Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be one of the most charming and truly accomplished young ladies of my acquaintance and far superior to my aunt’s clergyman, Mr. Collins,” Darcy retorted.

“I agree,” said Mr. Bingley, “and Miss Jane Bennet is truly an angel from the heavens.”

Caroline was too angry for any reply, stood up and announced her intent to retire for the evening.

The Colonel was surprised that Darcy was showing such emotion but had to admit that if he were not a second son, he’d be in great danger from Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s charms, too.

The men were relieved with Caroline’s departure and pulled out the brandy and cigars for a more earthy discussion of the women in attendance and, in the Colonel’s case, the women he had known.

After a time, Charles spoke up,

“After tomorrow, I’m going to have to go to London on some business. I will be returning in a day or two, Darcy. I hope that you will remain here with the Hursts and Caroline to await my return.”

“If you wish it, Charles, I certainly will,” answered Darcy. Frankly, he had no desire to leave the neighborhood, currently.

Charles smiled broadly and patted Darcy on the back, “Good, good.”

They finished their brandy and headed for their rooms for the night. The Colonel was the first to his room and Charles took that opportunity to ask Darcy to accompany him to Longbourn in the morning. Darcy happily agreed. The two men were smiling as they parted and entered their bedchambers.

Christian was left, once again, to ponder what was causing these moods in his master.

Chapter Six – The Understanding

Posted on Friday, 23 April 2004

Two very happy men appeared at Longbourn the next morning after breakfast. Mr. Bingley’s joy, as always, was readily apparent; Mr. Darcy’s was much concealed. Mrs. Bennet was effusively pleased to see Mr. Bingley and accepted that as a consequence she was forced to bear the company of his friend, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Collins had taken that time to visit Meryton’s parsonage and the gentlemen were fortunate not to have to suffer his fawning and many false compliments in order to enjoy the company of the ladies they’d come to visit.

Mrs. Bennet asked Lizzy to help her older sister by accompanying the couple and occupying Mr. Darcy in order that Mr. Bingley and Jane have some private moments together. She reminded Lizzy that it was her sisterly duty. As she often was, when it came to her mother, Lizzy was amused. In this instance, she was happy to accommodate both her mother and Jane’s wishes as they were in line with her own desires.

The four set out on a walk in the direction of Oakham Mount. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth found themselves in a discussion of literature and soon realized they had lost sight the other pair.

“Miss Bennet, I hope you have forgiven me for my cruel remarks at our first meeting. They were truly said more as a reflection of my general ill humor rather than an appraisal of your charms.”

“Mr. Darcy, we have covered this before. You are forgiven and I am sure it will remain forgotten, unless I need it for some coercion in the future.”

“I thank you, Miss Bennet. And I hope we are friends enough that you also were not offended by my comments regarding Mr. Collins, last evening.”

“Why would I have been offended by your comments about Mr. Collins? Though he is our cousin, we have only just met him recently and we are not close. And in all honesty I must agree with all of your observations.”

“Yes, but I understand from the others that your mother spoke on her expectations of a match between the two of you.”

Elizabeth wasn’t sure how to receive this remark. Did his comfort with her reflect his understanding that she was promised to Mr. Collins? Or was he trying to tell her that he thought it a good match?

Her silence made Darcy speak before she’d answered him for fear that she might misunderstand him once again.

“I had thought you were uneasy in his company but realized that I may have misread the situation, given your mother’s comments. I didn’t want to inadvertently offend you, again. Truly, no offense was intended.”

“And none was taken, Mr. Darcy. I assure you, though my mother has expressed a wish for the match, I am of age and have no intention of conceding to such a union. My intention, if I am ever to marry, is to have a marriage that is more than a marriage of convenience. I know that marriages of the ton are often more economic mergers than they are pairing of felicitous couples. However, as you are aware, I am not a member of the ton and I have no desire to have a partner for whom I have no affection and cannot respect.”

Darcy slowly let out the breathe he didn’t realize he was holding.

He looked down at his boots and kicked a pebble in the path,

“I am happy to hear that, Miss Bennet. I think you far too bright and lively a young lady to spend your life with my aunt’s vicar. Not that it is not an honorable profession, of course. But the man is…is truly not worthy of you.”

Elizabeth blushed to her roots. In a barely audible reply she thanked Mr. Darcy.

“I hope you don’t think me lacking or too sentimental. I simply believe in the power of love to overcome adversity, right wrongs, help you to find the answers you’re seeking – that love will bring you into the light,” Elizabeth replied.

They were now on a fairly wooded, infrequently used path where they were unlikely to be observed. Darcy stopped walking and turned to Elizabeth.

“Miss Bennet, you must know I hold the highest regard for you. Within days of my ill-timed and ill-considered comment, I realized that my blunder was great indeed. Not only have I long since conceded that you are indeed a most beautiful woman, but your charm, wit and intelligence leave you without equal.”

“Mr. Darcy, you must mean here in Meryton.”

He reached for her hand and looked into her eyes,

“Miss Bennet, you are too clever to not know I meant with any woman of my acquaintance and that extends well beyond Hertfordshire and includes most of the eligible young ladies of the ton.

Were you looking for more compliments, Miss Bennet?” Darcy smiled, and kissed Elizabeth’s hand.

With her other hand she reached up to stroke his face,

“Such adulation and flattery may leave you mistaken for Mr. Collins, Sir.”

Darcy bent down and tentatively kissed Elizabeth’s lips.

When he withdrew he said,

“I would have told you to bite your tongue but preferred to silence you in what I hope was a much less disturbing manner.”

“It was indeed, Sir. But I may be forced to compare you to my cousin more often.”

“I assure you, Miss Bennet, you have many other ways to elicit that response from me. You needn’t resort to such insults.”

To prove his point, Darcy kissed Elizabeth again. This time, the kiss was less hesitant and Lizzy, less taken by surprise participated more fully.

“Miss Bennet, please forgive me, once again. I’m …I’m afraid that I forgot myself. I meant no disrespect and hope I have not discomfited you too much.”

Elizabeth laughed, and tried to lighten the mood.

“Mr. Darcy, please don’t apologize – unless you are truly sorry to have kissed me. I believe I was a participant and we were both lost for a moment.”

Darcy smiled as Elizabeth eyes twinkled. Yes, he thought, I was certainly lost. God, this woman is remarkable. How well she tastes; how he wished to taste her once more.

“Miss Bennet, I am sure you understand it was not the kiss I regret but the impropriety of my initiating such intimate contact, as pleasant as it may have been to me. I don’t want you to think I go around accosting young ladies in the woods.”

“Well, then I shall choose to be flattered that you have singled me out for such an experience,” Lizzy teased.

“Ah, my personal little wood nymph,” Darcy smiled.

“Yes, but we had better return to Longbourn before they begin to wonder what has become of us.”

Lizzy and Darcy headed back to Longbourn at a good pace. Still, the two kept a lively conversation going. Lizzy spoke of growing up in a country house with four sisters; Darcy spoke of those humorous moments in being a single, young man trying to raise his sister to be a proper young woman. Throughout the conversation, they managed to touch hands or brush into each other more often than was necessary. The stole looks that spoke of kindled passion even if their conversation was all that was proper.

Darcy suggested that Lizzy might know someone else in the neighborhood that could distract Mr. Collins from his current focus. He offered his assistance in directing the unwanted attention away from her. She thanked him for being so magnanimous but he would not accept, admitting to some self interest in the matter. Lizzy didn’t mention it to Darcy, but she did think there was one person, other than her mother, who seemed to actually enjoy Mr. Collins’ company. She would have to pursue the opportunity of showing Mary to Mr. Collins in a better light and, maybe even work to make herself less attractive as a prospective wife.

When they arrived back at Longbourn, Jane and Bingley asked where they’d gotten to but thought no more on it when Lizzy replied that Mr. Darcy had managed to get them lost. Darcy smiled as he confirmed that he was responsible for getting them lost, but immediately returned to his usual, unreadable expression.

Mrs. Bennet thought Lizzy had only done her job very well and took her aside to thank her for her sacrifice. She told her she would think it all worthwhile when she was able to see her beloved sister happily situated. Lizzy only smiled and nodded.

The young men were invited and agreed to stay to dinner. Mr. Collins joined them, for he was not known for missing meals. However, he served the purpose of keeping Mrs. Bennet entertained and occupied, giving the others the opportunity to have more intimate conversations. As expected, Mr. Bingley continued to only have eyes for Jane and to monopolize her attentions.

Mr. Bennet was stymied to see that Lizzy had abandoned her deep-seated animosity towards Mr. Darcy. He was eager to participate in their conversation and learn more about this man who’d turned his favorite’s opinion around. The three of them began discussing a book of poetry that they’d all read. The author, Phyllis Wheatley was a Negro servant in the States writing on various subjects of religion and morality. They spoke of the controversy surrounding whether she was the true author, of her poem, “To the university of CAMBRIDGE, in NEW-ENGLAND” and what duty the educated man owed society and those who were less fortunate. They debated the necessity to trade with those who were dependent upon slave labor in the colonies or the States. Mr. Bennet was not only impressed with Mr. Darcy’s intelligence and analytical skills but of his passionate compassion. He was eager to learn more about this young man and certain there was much more worthy of knowing about him. He also couldn’t miss the look in his eyes when he looked at his favorite. How had this come about, he wondered. He thought maybe he should come out of his library more often.

The gentlemen left shortly after coffee and more than one young lady was sorry to see them go.

Mr. Bennet called Lizzy into his library. He wanted to know how Lizzy and Mr. Darcy had ended up on friendly terms. Lizzy explained that Darcy had apologized for his comment which Mr. Bennet thought spoke well for his character and his taste. Upon learning more about his great responsibilities, from his cousin, Lizzy said she had begun to see him in a more favorable light. For Jane and Mr. Bingley, she added, they needed get along.

Mr. Bennet knew that a man of Mr. Darcy’s stature did not apologize to accommodate his friend’s romance but he didn’t bother to argue the point with Lizzy. He lamented the idea that he may be losing his dear girl sooner than he’d like. He hadn’t entertained this thought before, with there being no truly eligible gentlemen in the neighborhood. Could her regard be that high? He vowed to be more observant.

The Lucases joined the Bennets for supper, so there was little time for Lizzy to discuss the afternoon with Jane but her eyes and smiles spoke of her pleasure with Bingley. She was hoping for Jane’s help to speak with Mary about Mr. Collins.

After supper, Lizzy, Charlotte and Jane spoke of the ball over coffee and tea. Charlotte was not surprised to learn that the gentlemen had been to visit that morning and teased Lizzy about Mr. Darcy.

“I do believe your prospects for a husband may have improved, dear Lizzy. You may not be a vicar’s wife, after all.”

Lizzy preferred not to have the neighborhood speculating about a relationship between herself and Mr. Darcy although she was now willing to concede to herself that the relationship had changed significantly. To deflect any speculation on a romance between herself and Darcy she said,

“Charlotte, Mr. Darcy only came to accompany Bingley on his visit; he’s no designs on me.”

Charlotte was hoping for more but what she really wanted was more information on Darcy’s cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam.

“Is the Colonel remaining in the neighborhood, too, or must he return to his regiment?”

Lizzy was so caught off guard by the question, she had to give Charlotte a second look. When she did, she notice a slight blush to her cheeks. But she wouldn’t tease her. She had no reason to believe that if Charlotte had some interest in the Colonel it was likely to be returned.

“I believe he is only at Netherfield for a few days. I understood he was sent to bring a message to Colonel Forster and stayed to visit with his cousin for only a few days.

He is a very pleasant and outgoing gentleman, is he not?”

Charlotte replied that he was and that it had been nice to have another gentleman attend the ball who actually liked to dance.

Lizzy agreed and expressed a hope that the Colonel would come again. Silently she thought that as a second son, the chances that he would consider Charlotte as a wife were slim.

Chapter Seven

Posted on Wednesday, 28 April 2004

That evening, as Lizzy brushed out her hair, she thought of all that had happened that day. She dwelled for some time on her first kiss and how good it felt to have Mr. Darcy hold her so near. Having two men – one she adored unconditionally and the other for whom her ardor was growing daily – discussing poetry and politics. What was the possibility of her loving Mr. Darcy?

She knew she found him attractive and felt certain he was attracted to her. He didn’t seem to be the type of man who would dally with a young woman’s affection; he was too serious. Of course, she didn’t know his reputation beyond his 10,000 pounds a year and his great estate. She supposed that he could think that he could have a tryst with a simple country miss and not tarnish his reputation among the ton. But her instincts told her that was not the case. After all, were that the case, wouldn’t his personality be closer to the Colonel’s – all that was charming and light?

The look in Mr. Darcy’s eyes had warned her that she was in dangerously new territory but his caresses had only made her want more. She told herself she should be more cautious. Then she remembered that it was Mr. Darcy who had first withdrawn from the embrace. And he had apologized. No, she didn’t really believe she had anything to fear from Mr. Darcy; she was more frightened by her own heightened desires.

Then there was the issue of Mr. Collins. Heretofore, Lizzy had just been doing her best to ignore him or avoid him. Mr. Collins was so obtuse, he thought these avoidance tactics represented coyness on Elizabeth’s part. Meanwhile, Mary sought his company, gleaned his every word, quoted passages to him from Dr. Fordyce's Sermons to Young Women and listened to him reading religious doctrines as if they were romantic poetry.

Why hadn’t Elizabeth thought of this before? While Mr. Collins was certainly not right for her or any of her other sisters, this might be Mary’s only chance to find felicity in a marriage and not end up the old spinster sister doomed to remain home and care for the aging parents. Of course, after caring for the aging parents, the spinster sister could look forward to caring for one of her sister’s children or grandchildren. Lizzy shuttered for Mary. Yet, less than a week ago hadn’t she considered that may be her very fate? How had that changed so? She mustn’t think it really had.

Still, she would do her best to make Mr. Collins see that Mary is the right woman for him, convince him that Lady Catherine would approve more of Mary than of Elizabeth. After all, it was Lady Catherine who had instructed him that as a good clergyman he was to find a wife and make a fine example for his flock.

In the morning, she would begin her campaign to bring happiness to her much neglected sister, Mary.

Chapter Eight

Elizabeth rose early to take her walk before the rest of Longbourn’s residents were up and about to interrupt her solitude. To her surprise, she ran into Mr. Darcy on her morning’s ramble.

They continued to walk, talking about all that was dear to them, without any particular direction they simply sauntered along enjoying the scenery.

Elizabeth shared her idea of Mr. Collins and Mary. Darcy spoke tenderly of his sister and how she needed a woman to help her at this difficult stage of young womanhood. He told Elizabeth about Pemberley, how it had come into the family and the peace he found when he was home. When they stopped to rest and shared a rock that brought them inappropriately close, Darcy spoke more intimately to Lizzy, sharing his dreams and ideas for Pemberley’s future, those personal things he thought would bring him future happiness and happiness for Georgiana. The timbre of his voice sent chills down her spine. When he took her hand in his and kissed it, she leaned in closer.

Lizzy was disappointed that Darcy did not take advantage of their seclusion to continue what they’d started the day before but naturally, there was nothing she could say.

“Miss Bennet, I know it was inappropriate of me to hope to meet you alone on your walk this morning but as much as your family can be entertaining, I was hoping to spend some time talking to you alone.”

“Mr. Darcy, I didn’t know you were a diplomat, too.”

“I beg your pardon, Miss…”

“It is extremely diplomatic to call my family – particularly my mother and younger sisters – entertaining. My mother is like most Mamas with single daughters, trying to find matches for them. Unlike other Mamas she is most vocal about her pursuit. But I know she means well even if I don’t always approve of her methods.

Unfortunately, my younger sisters did not have the advantage of being near my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, my relations who live in Cheapside. The Gardiners took Jane and I under their wings and really helped with our education and social skills. By the time Kitty and Lydia came along, the Gardiner’s had their hands full with a growing family of their own. They weren’t able to spread their wings of wisdom to all of the Bennet girls. So, Lydia, and to a lesser extent, Kitty have been allowed to let their high spirits sometimes get the best of them. And my parent’s have not been disciplined enough to discipline those two or to concentrate on their education.

Then poor Mary, as the middle daughter seems to have been neglected by us all.”

“I wasn’t attempting to be diplomatic. At first, I didn’t know what to make of your younger sisters’ exuberance and I was a little put off. Then I thought of my sister, who is painfully shy, and thought she could use some of that liveliness and confidence. Maybe someday they’ll meet and influence each other in positive ways, who knows. Still, I think with raising children, you can only hope for the best once you’ve done all you can do.”

“Hmm, that may be true, but first you must do all you can do.”

“I see your point, Miss Bennet but I cannot fall into the trap of being critical of those I know you hold near and dear, now can I?” he smiled.

She let him off the hook.

When Lizzy returned home she sought out Mary right after breakfast.

“Mary, I wanted to ask you a question about Fordyce’s but wouldn’t the garden be a lovely setting to discuss it?”

“Well, if you like, Lizzy,” answered a stunned Mary.

In the garden, Lizzy told Mary that she did not really want to discuss Fordyce’s but did need to speak with her privately.

“Mary, I know you tend to keep your own counsel and I don’t wish to force your confidences. Still, I have noticed what appears to be an interest on your part in Mr. Collins. If I am wrong, I will say no more on it but if I am right, I would like to help you have the felicity you seek with him.”

Mary studied her hands as she held Fordyce’s and was silent for some time. Lizzy waited patiently.

“What do you think I would need to do?” she whispered so softly Lizzy could barely make out what she’d said.

“I think we should start by making your appearance as pleasing as may be. Put some ribbons in your hair, use a little rose water, remove your glasses when you don’t absolutely need them so that he can get a better look at your face, pinch you cheeks to get a little color in them, choose your most flattering dresses – and you may borrow mine, if you’d like. You have a lovely smile; you should smile more,” Lizzy answered. She hoped that didn’t seem like an attack on Mary but they needed to make the necessary changes in a very short time.

“You will not say anything to anyone other than Jane, will you? Especially not Mama or Lydia. And if you tell Kitty she will say something to Lydia. If you tell Papa, he will tease me.”

“Mary, Mary, calm yourself. I will say nothing to anyone unless you ask it of me. I don’t think that even Jane need know, although she might have a dress or two that would be more flattering on you than some of my own.

I will simply speak to the maid about what she has been doing with your hair until we find the most flattering style. And you may use some of the rose water Jane and I have put up. Won’t that be lovely?”

“I suppose. You don’t think it will be too much?”

“No, Mary. Particularly not in the case of Mr. Collins.”

Lizzy sacrificed herself further by spending a little time with Mr. Collins that afternoon. He didn’t realize it, of course, but she was laying the groundwork for Mary. She told Mr. Collins that she was not a simple girl, she wanted to find a man who could dress her in fine silks and make certain she had a staff large enough that she never had to dirty her hands in the garden or raise chickens to supplement her husband’s income.

Then she went on to say, while that lifestyle would suit my sister, Mary, I could never be happy in such an existence. Mary would love to raise chickens and live in a nice little cottage. I want a home grander than Longbourn, she said. Of course, she went on, she would love to meet Lady Catherine. “I am certain that with her money and my fashion sense, I could help her pick out just the right wardrobe for herself and for her daughter.” Lizzy was fighting back a snicker at the absurdity of what she was saying but she was certain it would work to eliminate her as a prospective bride for Collins. Now if only she could substitute Mary.

Mr. Collins was stunned. He’d been very close to making his suit known but now realized Miss Elizabeth Bennet would not be appropriate at all. Still, he hadn’t looked twice at Miss Mary Bennet. While she might suit Lady Catherine, he still had the needs that any man had and wondered if Miss Mary Bennet could fit that bill?

Mary’s transformation was complete and tested at that evening’s meal. She smiled more, she removed her glasses for dinner, she wore a pale green dress of Jane’s that was perfect for her coloring and showed that she did indeed have a bosom and she smelled (possibly reeked) of rose water. After dinner, she asked Mr. Collins if he would like to sing and she accompanied him on the pianoforte.

It was a painful performance for everyone else in the room, except possibly Mrs. Bennet who was tone death and was mostly confused that Mr. Collins seemed to no longer be interested in Elizabeth.

Mr. Bennet’s mirth spilled over on more than one occasion and he thanked his family for their endless entertainment. Mary and Mr. Collins chose to believe he spoke most directly to them and were not in the least offended. And while the musical rendition was painful, Elizabeth was pleased to see Mr. Collins’ attentions redirected to Mary.

The next day, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth met once again, accidentally, on purpose, but this time, he returned to Longbourn in time for dinner with the family. Mr. Darcy without Mr. Bingley was a surprise Mrs. Bennet truly didn’t understand. She could not conceive that he was interested in one of her daughters, unless it was Jane, and she’d no idea how to keep Mr. Bingley while dangling Jane in front of the bigger catch, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Bennet was not only aware of what had brought Darcy to their home but thought it was time to ask Mr. Darcy what his intentions were toward his daughter. Darcy had anticipated the question. He informed Mr. Bennet that there was not an understanding between them but that his intentions were all that were honorable.

Mr. Darcy was asked to stay for supper and to the surprise of all, he consented. Mrs. Bennet had taken the time that afternoon to learn something of his favorite dishes and had them prepared, she insisted that Lizzy stop pestering Mr. Darcy and made certain to sit Jane across from him at supper in one of her finest gowns. Lizzy was amused and Darcy confused. At the end of the meal when the men and women separated, Mr. Bennet hinted that with Mr. Bingley gone, Mrs. Bennet was not going to lose the opportunity to entice Mr. Darcy with more than supper. Collins didn’t quite understand what Mr. Bennet was going on about but Darcy understood immediately. He and Mr. Bennet had a good laugh. Mr. Collins was not put out, however. He was practicing his speech to Mr. Bennet asking for Mary’s hand. Unbeknownst to all, Mr. Collins had wasted no time in proposing to Mary and she had accepted on the spot. Only Lizzy knew because Mary felt she should be told, given her assistance in the outcome.

So, when the men and women were rejoined, Mr. Darcy outmaneuvered Mrs. Bennet and stood until Lizzy sat down where upon he sat near her and would not be moved no matter how hard Mrs. Bennet tried. Soon, she was distracted by Mr. Bennet’s announcement of Mary’s engagement. Mary beamed as Mrs. Bennet went on,

“Oh, my Mary. Who would have thought Mary would be the first to marry? But, of course, I saw from the first it would be a good match. Such a lovely pair you two will make. And to think, some day you will live again in your ancestral home after your father has passed on, God bless him. Oh, my, oh, my. I can’t wait to tell Mrs. Lucas and Mrs. Long, of course. And my sister, Mrs. Phillips, how could I forget her. You must give me the carriage tomorrow, Mr. Bennet.

And girls, we must plan the most lovely wedding.”

Lydia and Kitty smirked while making rude noises.

Lizzy and Jane hugged and congratulated Mary, wishing her much future happiness.

Darcy was as amused as Mr. Bennet as he listened to Mrs. Bennet go on and on. Lizzy would have been mortified by her mother’s performance but Darcy’s ability to take her mother and sisters in his stride had enabled Lizzy to be calmer about their performances.

The evening ended pleasantly as Darcy was able to steal a few solitary moments with Lizzy while her mother continued to fuss over the newly affianced couple. He told her that he expected Bingley would return tomorrow and, if he came early enough to visit at Longbourn, Darcy would come with him. Otherwise, he might not be able to see her tomorrow but hopefully the next day. Lizzy said they may all be visiting the neighbors the next morning to share in the good news of Mary’s betrothal and, therefore, it was best if he and Mr. Bingley waited until the following day.

Darcy teased Lizzy that Mr. Collins certainly had changed his mind very quickly. “Maybe I should ask him what he knows about you that I do not.”

Lizzy laughed and shared her conversation with Mr. Collins that she intended to guide him toward Mary. She was a little affronted, she said, at how easily he gave up on me.

Darcy said any woman who wouldn’t keep chickens and would try to teach his aunt about fashions was definitely not worth pursuing and they laughed together. Only Mr. Bennet noticed the familiarity between the two as the younger girls had removed themselves and the rest of the family was talking of the upcoming wedding.

Soon after, Mr. Darcy departed and the evening wound down on a happy note.

Chapter Nine

Posted on Friday, 30 April 2004

The next morning, when Mr. Darcy came down to breakfast he was surprised to see Miss Bingley. She seemed overly chipper and he was certain he did not want to know why. The Hursts had not yet descended and Mr. Bingley had not yet returned.

“Good morning, Miss Bingley. Isn’t it a little early for you to breakfast?”

“Oh, Mr. Darcy. I know you eat early and I did not want you to eat alone again with Charles still being in London. Don’t you think it would be a good idea to join him there? You could see Miss Darcy and we could get Charles away from that awful Bennet family."

“Miss Bingley, my sister is studying now and we are scheduled to see each other next month. I thank you for your consideration. However, with regard to Miss Jane Bennet and Bingley, we cannot agree. I thought I had been clear on that earlier this week. Jane is a wonderful young lady. You have said so yourself. I think she and Charles would be a good match, if that is what they each want.”

“But Mr. Darcy, they have no connections, virtually no portion, their mother is uncouth and their mother’s family is in trade. How can you say this is a good match?”

“I have stated my case; let Bingley decide for himself. And surely you don’t really object to them because their mother’s family is in trade when their father is a gentleman?"

The jab was well placed and Miss Bingley felt the sting. She knew it was a veiled poke at her own family tree since her father had been in trade. Still she would not be so easily silenced.

“My friend, Felicity Hallowell would be a wonderful match for Charles, well-bred, a blonde beauty and a nice portion of 15,000 pounds. Would you deny that Felicity is a better match?”

“Miss Bingley, I would if it is not what Bingley wishes.” Darcy replied.

“If we meet him in London, reintroduce him to some of the lovely ladies of our circle, he will not forget himself and will forever leave behind this country chit with no connections. I am sure Felicity would be more to his liking if given a chance.”

“Has Charles met Miss Hallowell?”

“Yes, of course, you know he has.”

“And yet, he didn’t hesitate to leave London and Miss Hallowell behind. Why would it be any different now? I will not interfere, Miss Bingley.”

Darcy was unable to finish his customarily large breakfast as the morning’s conversation had caused him to lose his appetite.

“I am most disappointed that you will not give Charles guidance on such a crucial matter, when he needs it.”

“And I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Bingley. Now, I believe I will go get a little exercise.” As Darcy rose to leave, the Hursts entered the dining room.

“Mr. Darcy,” cried Mrs. Hurst, “please tell me you will help us in persuading Charles not to connect himself with the likes of the Bennets.”

“Mr. Hurst, Mrs. Hurst,” Darcy nodded in greeting, “Miss Bingley and I have just exhausted that subject and I am sure she’d be more than willing to bring you up to date on my position while I get a little fresh air and exercise. Good day, Madam.”

While Miss Bingley did rise early to convince Darcy to talk Charles into staying in London and giving up Miss Jane Bennet, her other purpose for being up so early was that she was in eager anticipation of the mail. She was certain that today she would hear something from Felicity. She was not disappointed when she received the following letter from her friend,

Dear Caroline:

I hope that you and your family are well and bearing up in the savage enclave of Hertfordshire. I had thought you and your brother might be back in town by now but it may be wise to stay a little longer.

Lately, I have heard a most disturbing story from two separate sources in our circle. One story has it that the very distinguished Mr. Darcy of Pemberley recently tried to have his way with you and nearly ripped off your dress. The other says that he did have his way with you and did rip off your dress. I hope he is not continuing to press his licentious attentions on you. You must ask your brother to protect your honor and insist that Mr. Darcy marry you.

I assure you that no one heard these stories from me, so they must have come from one of the servants, as you suspected might happen earlier.

You should know that this summer I expect everyone will be wearing satin Parisian bonnets, with a high-crown, and a plume of yellow feathers from the top, shading one side of the headdress. If you do not yet have one, you should get to London immediately or send word to your milliner to have one made for you and shipped to Netherfield House. You will not want to be seen out walking without one.

Hoping I will soon see your reputation restored and will be visiting you, my sister, at Pemberley with your dear brother.

Please let me hear from you soon on when you and Mr. Bingley can be expected in London. How do you anticipate renewing my acquaintance with your dear brother?

Waiting in anticipation of good news from you,

Affectionately,

FH

This letter was what Caroline had been waiting for impatiently. She was sure that at least one of the letters that had come for Louisa that day would contain some similar news. And, while she was not happy that they would not be able to join Charles in London, when he returned it seemed likely he, too, may have heard these rumors.

She made certain she was in one of her finer outfits and was ready with a beautiful, lace handkerchief for her tear-studded performance ahead.

Chapter Ten

Darcy had set out for a ride and a little exercise but after the morning’s unfortunate breakfast confrontation with Miss Bingley, Darcy wasn’t anxious to return to Netherfield. He regretted having to miss his morning congress with Elizabeth, more than he’d thought possible. The next best thing seemed to be to go to Longbourn and spend some time with Mr. Bennet.

Darcy had grown fond of Mr. Bennet and understood Lizzy’s special affection for her father. While he had not shown the responsibility Darcy believed was required to maximize his estate’s productivity and his family’s respectability, Darcy realized that it was Mr. Bennet’s free thinking and encouragement that made Lizzy the well-read, witty, liberal thinking person he’d come to admire.

Darcy and Mr. Bennet spent a couple of hours playing chess and sharing a laugh at Lizzy’s cleverness in redirecting Mr. Collins’ affections to the benefit of all concerned. Mary was apparently thrilled at the prospect of being married to Mr. Collins and being the first among her sisters to be wed. Further, she seemed to be blossoming with all of the newfound attention from her sisters, her Mama and, of course, Mr. Collins. Mr. Bennet only hoped she could remain as content. Her expectations for marriage were not high and even should Mr. Collins fall short of those expectations, it was likely he would fall no shorter than every other man of his wife’s.

“I was surprised to see you here today, Mr. Darcy. Were you expecting the ladies to be at home?”

“No, Sir, I came to see you.”

Mr. Bennet smiled.

“Ah, a fine answer. But I know how it is Mr. Darcy, if you’ll forgive my impertinence and indulge an old man. Missing my Lizzy are you? She does have a little bit more sense than her other sisters.”

Darcy only smiled and sat back in his chair.

“It is your move.”

As Mr. Bennet contemplated his next move on the board, Darcy said,

“I see where Miss Elizabeth gets her wit.”

“Well, naturally. With only half a wit herself, Mrs. Bennet had none to spare,” Mr. Bennet replied without missing a beat.

Darcy nearly choked in his attempt to suppress a laugh.

Mr. Bennet peered up over his reading glasses,

“Son, if you’re going to continue to frequent Longbourn, you’re going to have to learn to enjoy a good laugh. There are times to maintain your reserve and decorum but those times are not when I’ve told a good joke.”

They both broke into a hearty laugh.

Darcy was still smiling as he arrived at Netherfield just as Bingley arrived in his coach. The two men greeted each other in front of the house and Miss Bingley was observing them from the blue sitting room window on the second floor.

Even from that distance, she could see that her brother was not his usual jovial self. However, she could not hear their conversation.

“Bingley, good you are back. How was your business in London?”

“Darcy, good to see you. My business went very well but I am afraid I have something unpleasant I must discuss with you.”

“Certainly, Bingley. Should we go to your study?”

“Give me a minute to get the road dust off, first, and I will meet you in the study in twenty minutes.”

After a short while, Bingley entered the study where Darcy awaited him. His mood was clearly no better.

“Why so gloomy, Bingley? What has happened? Surely between us we can come up with a solution.”

“Darcy, sit down, please. Brandy?”

Darcy accepted his offer as he had a feeling from Bingley’s expression that he was going to need it.

“There is a story going around London that I was unfortunate enough to hear at White’s yesterday,” Bingley began.

Darcy simply nodded for Bingley to go on, as he nursed his drink.

“The story involves you and Caroline. They are saying that during a walk in the woods surrounding Netherfield, you behaved savagely and compromised my sister’s virtue.”

This was worse than Darcy could have anticipated. He set his brandy down and stood up.

“Bingley, tell me you don’t believe this vicious lie!” Darcy exclaimed.

Bingley didn’t answer. Instead, he asked another question.

“Darcy, do you have any idea of the origin of this rumor? They say you ripped Caroline’s dress leaving her exposed.”

Darcy turned to look out the study window and calm himself. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to face Bingley.

“Yes, Bingley, I recall the day, now. Richard had just arrived that day. I had been for my usual walk when I heard a scream and I found Miss Bingley in the woods with a torn dress. I offered her my coat to cover herself but I assure you nothing improper took place between the two of us. You and I discussed the matter and agreed to adhere to Miss Bingley’s wishes that we not speak with anyone in the neighborhood about the attack. Don’t you recall? That must be the source of this malicious rumor.”

“You probably are right, Darcy. It is likely that one of the servant’s embellished the story and it is the talk of town. But this will ruin my sister’s reputation and her prospects for a decent marriage. As head of my family, she being my only single sister and we having no parents living, it falls to me to protect her.”

Bingley was pacing the room, in a manner that was more customary to Darcy than to Bingley. His speech more direct that usual and his voice stronger.

“It disturbs me greatly to have to assume this role with you, Darcy. I have long considered you my dearest friend. I am aware that you have no tender regard for my sister, but my only recourse may be to demand that you marry her.

If this has reached Whites, it is surely throughout the major houses of London and it will greatly diminish her prospects for a marriage with any reputable gentleman.”

“Bingley, I understand your position, but let us not rush into any decisions. I need to know more precisely what is being alleged. If this is not purported to be a voluntary act and they are saying I brutalized her, surely her reputation will be in tact; it is mine that has been impugned. Let me discuss this with my sources in London. Then we can talk again on this matter.

You will need to speak with your sister, of course. Would you like me to be present or would you prefer to do it alone?” Darcy petitioned.

“Darcy, I think you should be there. And, perhaps for Caroline’s comfort, we should ask Louisa to come, too. What do you think?” Bingley replied.

“By all means, do ask Mrs. Hurst to join us. It is not something we can keep from the rest of the family, if it is the talk of town.”

The ladies were called to join the men in the study. As expected, an ugly scene ensued. Louisa told Charles that as Caroline’s guardian he must insist that her virtue be protected and that Mr. Darcy marry Caroline, at once. Caroline wept into her pretty square. Darcy stood as far away as the scene would allow.

In the end, it was agreed that they would think on the matter and there was no need to rush a decision. Darcy expressed his hope that this ugly rumor would blow over as quickly as it had formed, although he wished it more than believed it would be true. Ultimately, he promised that as a gentleman he would do what was right and honorable under the circumstances.

The Bingleys and Mrs. Hurst were satisfied, for the moment. Darcy was thoroughly dejected. How had he let this happen? What could he do other than marry her? Darcy sat down immediately to write a letter to Colonel Fitzwilliam to request his assistance. Richard would know the talk and would be able to give more objective detail of what was being said and how people were reacting to the talk. Further, Richard knew a thing or two about compromising situations – mostly how to avoid them – but he might have some ideas that Darcy had not considered.

Darcy thought of his sister. If this were Georgiana and Bingley, he’d insist that Bingley repair her reputation and marry her immediately. Of course, if it had been someone less reputable such as Wickham, he would have found a substitute whom he could have paid off to be Georgiana’s husband.

When Georgiana had been fooled into thinking herself in love with his old friend and now foe, John Wickham, Richard had been by Darcy’s side to help him work through the possible solutions. It was unclear, at first, what had been going on in Ramsgate and whether Georgiana’s virtue had been compromised in any way. Richard had helped to investigate what had taken place, helped in asking Georgiana some of the more difficult and delicate questions about her relationship with John. Richard had actually been the one to explain to Georgiana that John was not the man she thought him to be.

John, the son of Darcy’s father’s most trusted and respected steward, had been treated like a son by the senior Darcy when John’s father died suddenly. He’d lost his mother as a young boy and with his father’s death, he was suddenly alone in the world. The Darcys took him in, gave him an education and promised him a living at the vicarage in Kympton. Upon Mr. Darcy’s death, John asked for money in lieu of the living and was granted a more than sufficient amount to compensate him for relinquishing any right to the living at Kympton. Darcy had been relieved to be done with John Wickham, as he knew that with his lack of moral character, he would have made a poor vicar.

When John had run out of money and returned asking for the living, Darcy had no regrets in turning him down. Since that time, John had been looking for a way to revenge what he considered to be Darcy’s unfair treatment. He certainly tried to blemish Darcy’s character with tales of how Darcy had mistreated him and refused him the living that the senior Darcy had promised.

Still, Darcy was unprepared for the vile and immoral character that would seek his revenge through the innocence of Darcy’s sister. Fortunately, Darcy arrived in Ramsgate just in time to thwart John’s plans. Georgiana’s companion, who had conspired with John in the planned elopement, was summarily dismissed. Darcy still shuddered at how close he’d come to losing Georgiana.

But this was not Georgiana. Georgiana was sweet and innocent. She didn’t know the ways of the world. Miss Bingley was much more worldly. Unfortunately, her pursuit of Darcy over the last couple of years would only add fuel to the flames. It might be assumed that Darcy had simply chosen to act on her flirtations and gotten caught in her trap.

Darcy sent an express to Richard, apprising him of the situation and asking his assistance. He wanted to know what, if anything, Richard had heard. And he wanted Richard’s advice on how he might come up with a solution that would be palatable to him, under the circumstances.

All he could do was wait once the express had been sent. As a decisive man of action, waiting was a most difficult task.

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