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Chapter Eleven
Posted on Tuesday, 4 May 2004
Colonel Fitzwilliam taking a much needed holiday in town, was breakfasting with his parents, Lord and Lady Matlock, when the express arrived.
His mother, Lady Sarah Matlock, saw his cheerful expression change dramatically and knew it must be bad news. But Richard did not reveal what was in the express and continued to eat his breakfast.
“Father, I am afraid I am not going to be able to accompany you to the tailor today. I have an errand I must run this morning and it may take a good part of the day.”
Richard knew Miss Bingley had been after Darcy for the last two years. This scandal sounded too convenient to him. And poor Darcy may be too honorable for his own good. He’d first drop in at Whites and see what he could learn.
Richard quickly went to St. James Street to see which of his friends might be at Whites. First he stopped to review the betting book. The betting book was always open on a table for bets of the most trivial nature to be laid at any time. Richard guessed that if the rumor was widespread enough, someone would be taking bets on the odds of Darcy marrying Miss Bingley. He might himself, if Darcy were not his closest cousin and friend.
There he noticed several interesting entries. As expected, there were a number of entries betting on whether or not Darcy would marry Miss Bingley - some with time limits, others open ended. Lord Whiplet, Sir Jagger and Mr. Osborne had each made several wagers on Darcy and Miss Bingley along with a number of other bets on similarly frivolous matters.
Then he went to sit by the bay window to await any of a number of his friends who might have some information on the rumor or on Miss Bingley.
The first of his friends to arrive was Mr. Thomas Blake. A single gentleman of moderate fortune, who drank too much and enjoyed the company of many a lonely widow. He was usually an excellent source of the rumors circulating in high society. You have to frequent many a parlor and make a lot of small talk with a lot of lonely ladies to find those willing to discreetly bestow their charms on you, with no expectation of attachment. However, it did often afford you free drink and it was better than gambling your money away at the club.
“Mr. Blake, so good to see you. Please come join me.”
The Colonel was drinking coffee and Mr. Blake ordered the same.
“Colonel Fitzwilliam, I have not seen you in quite a spell. The army must be monopolizing too much of your time.”
“True, I have been very busy lately with army duties. First break I have had in months other than a few days I spent in Hertfordshire last month with my cousin, Darcy.”
“Darcy, yes, I know him. What is he doing in Hertfordshi…Oh, yes, I remember now, getting caught by Miss Bingley, is what I’ve heard.”
“Really?” replied the Colonel, feigning total ignorance. “I wasn’t sure my cousin would ever be caught by any of the women we know. He’s certainly given them all a good run for their money.”
“Run for their money, indeed. Although I’d say Darcy’s more known for giving them the brush off than anything. I had heard Mr. Bingley’s sister was accosted by Darcy while at Bingley’s estate in Hertfordshire. Not sure who really believes it although you never know what lies beyond those cool exteriors.” Mr. Blake stopped talking to sip his coffee.
“Where did you hear this outrageous rumor. Darcy is the model of propriety; I could never imagine him doing what you’re implying. Besides, he’s been running from Miss Bingley for long enough that everyone but Miss Bingley realized he had no interest in her,” said the Colonel in an attempt to nudge more information out of Blake.
“Hmmm. Was out drinking until some ungodly hour at Lady Falwell’s where I got ape-drunk and I have a dandy of a hangover. Her sister, Mrs. Tulbrow, is good friends with Miss Felicity Hallowell, so their maids are friends.”
Mr. Blake pressed a finger to his temple, before he continued, “The one maid told the other maid. I gather Miss Hallowell’s and Miss Bingley’s maids are friends as well. So, that seems to be your source. You know ladies’ maids know everything and the ladies give as much gossip as they get from the maids.”
Miss Felicity Hallowell? Richard was trying to remember where that name had come up recently. Then it dawned on him. He’d seen it in the betting book, just a few minutes earlier. He’d have to look more closely, again.
“Yes, well, it is difficult for me to believe that anyone really thinks Darcy would compromise a respectable woman’s virtue,” the Colonel replied.
“Colonel, most of the men I know think that this may be the final piece to get Darcy to the alter. I mean, he is twenty-eight and it’s time for heirs at Pemberley, I’m sure. I know if I lead as honorable a life as Darcy, I would have to drink more to numb the pain of abstinence. And you won’t convince me that you don’t feel the same way.
I know he’s your cousin but who is to really say what a man is capable of when it comes to passions of the flesh. Not I. ‘Still waters run deep.’”
“Well, I still feel certain it is untrue but see how you could come to your conclusion,” the Colonel countered, unwilling to waste time debating the point any further.
The men continued to talk of other rumors and mundane matters for upwards of an hour. It was now the proper time to go calling and the Colonel thought he knew just the lady he’d like to see today.
When he stopped back by the betting book, this time he noticed that adjacent to the wagers concerning Darcy were often wagers over whether Mr. Bingley would marry a Miss Felicity Hallowell. The Colonel knew Miss Hallowell and wondered how she was tied to the Bingleys. He’d do his best to find out.
The Colonel gave his calling card to the footman and waited to be let into Miss Felicity Hallowell’s drawing room. Shortly, he was shown into the room where Miss Felicity was joined by her older sister, Grace. “Colonel, it is always so nice to see you. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?” Grace cooed.
Now the Colonel recalled why he had not graced the Hallowell home before. Grace. Tall, very thin, with a hawk-line nose and a slit for a mouth with ears that protruded far too noticeably from her head. When she opened her mouth to smile, it appeared that there were twice as many teeth as needed all fighting for space.
“Miss Felicity, Miss Grace, I was just at my club speaking with Mr. Thomas Blake. He mentioned your names and I thought it had been far too long since I had been in your company,” the Colonel replied.
After thirty minutes of polite parlor conversation, where Miss Grace labored for the Colonel’s attention and Miss Felicity made it quite clear she wanted nothing to do with a second son, even if he was the attractive and debonair second son of an Earl, the Colonel was unable to determine where the rumor had gestated. Miss Felicity said only that she had heard it from her maid and without cross examining the maid, the Colonel could take it no further. The Colonel mentioned that he’d been in Hertfordshire recently and that was the only free time he’d had in months, before now. Miss Felicity volunteered “Why I have a good friend in Hertfordshire at Netherfield House.”
“What a coincidence. I was visiting my cousin, Mr. Darcy, who is staying at Netherfield with his good friend, Charles Bingley. Are you friends with Miss Bingley or with Mrs. Hurst?”
“I know them both, of course. But Caroline is so dear to me. We are almost like sisters. And Mr. Bingley and I are very good friends, too. I am sure he’ll come to call on me when he is next in town,” Miss Felicity said.
Miss Grace added, “Why yes, Felicity and Charles are so close, I do imagine she will be spoken for soon.”
Richard was certain this was said to direct his attention away from Felicity. But it had given him some vital information. One more question, thought Richard.
“Did Mr. Bingley get an opportunity to visit you earlier this week when he was in town?”
The shock on Miss Felicity’s face was immediately evident.
“Are you certain Mr. Bingley was in town?” Miss Felicity asked.
“Yes, quite certain, although he only stayed a few days and then returned to his estate.”
Once he thought he’d learned about all he was going to learn with the Hallowell sisters, he was happy to be free of them both. He was going to have to question Charles Bingley’s taste if he was giving serious consideration to Miss Felicity. She reminded him too much of his sister, not in appearance but in character.
Certainly the Charles Bingley he’d met was not smitten with Miss Felicity after having met Miss Jane Bennet. Was there something there before he’d met Jane? Had Mr. Bingley left Miss Felicity with a reasonable expectation of a proposal of marriage? He would have to speak to Darcy and Mr. Bingley to find out.
Chapter Twelve
Back at Netherfield, Charles tried to cheer Darcy while they waited for news from Richard. Further, he was ready to share with him the reason for his trip to town.
“Darce, have you seen the Bennets while I was away?”
With a wistful smile, Darcy replied,
“Actually, Bingley, I saw one Bennet or another everyday while you were in town. Miss Bennet was doing quite well. That’s really your question, isn’t it? And one of the Miss Bennets is engaged to marry their cousin, Mr. Collins.”
“Oh, no, Darcy, not Miss Elizabeth. I thought…well, before I left I actually thought you were partial to Miss Elizabeth. It is a pity…” Bingley was interrupted by Darcy before he finished.
“Actually Charles, it is Miss Mary Bennet who is to marry Mr. Collins. Quite a turn of events, wouldn’t you say?”
“Wonderful! Miss Mary Bennet. Yes, that was not what was rumored but that is good. I should go to Longbourn to congratulate her,” Charles replied.
“Yes, Charles, go to Longbourn to congratulate Miss Mary but when you do, try to look at Miss Mary and not Miss Jane,” Darcy gave a forced smile as he teased his friend.
“Won’t you come with me, Darcy?”
“No, I think not Charles. I am not currently good company.”
“How would that be any different than what we’ve seen in the past?” Charles quipped.
“And you are my friend?”
“I need you to come, Darcy. I would like you and Miss Elizabeth to give me some time alone with Miss Jane. While I was in London, I procured a ring and I spoke with my solicitor. I am prepared to propose to Miss Jane Bennet, Darcy. I know there have been some objections from my sisters and that you have thought that her family is a problem but she is an angel. I am in love with her, Darcy. There’s nothing to do about it but to ask for her hand.”
“Charles, you are wrong about my objections. I wish you happy and will go with you, only to assist with your plans to propose. You are right though. Your sisters will not be very happy but you must do what will constitute your own happiness.”
“Thank you, Darcy.”
While Richard agreed with Thomas Blake that Darcy’s reserve did not mean that he was a passionless man, he believed that he was first and foremost an honorable man. He could not have attacked a woman in the woods. And why would he attack Caroline Bingley when he could have had her for the asking? He spent far too much time running from Caroline to attack her. But if he didn’t who did? How and why would the rumor in London be that he had initiated the attack if someone else had attacked her? And was it possible that she had started this rumor herself? If so, how?
Richard decided to go to Netherfield the next morning to report his findings to Darcy and to speak with Darcy and Bingley about what had actually happened the day of the alleged attack. He knew that ultimately he was going to have to question Miss Bingley, but he wasn’t yet certain how to best approach her.
He also thought it was time to speak to his father. While he had not received Darcy’s permission to reveal this incident, he thought it was likely his father would find out should he attend his club. It would be better for him to hear from Richard than be caught off balance by hearing the news from strangers.
Lord Matlock was given all of the information Richard had thus far. He agreed with Richard that it was highly improbable that Darcy had committed such a grievous act. And more, the Earl thought that while Darcy may feel obligated to do what he believed to be honorable, it was important that he not enter into a marriage with a woman who certainly could not bring him happiness. If she had laid this trap, which the Earl was suspicious that she had, she would indubitably be the type of woman who would make his life miserable.
Lord Matlock knew Mr. Percy Hallowell, Miss Grace and Miss Felicity’s father. A social climber of the first water. Mr. Bingley would be a good catch for his daughter. She had a decent portion but not extraordinary and had little else to attract a gentleman who was not desperate for marriage. If he visited Mr. Hallowell’s home, Mr. Hallowell would be suspicious but he could make a point of running into him at one of the many social engagements he would normally not attend. He knew he was likely to be at the Hawthorne’s dinner party next week. The Matlocks had not previously accepted but he was certain that the Hawthorne’s would welcome an extra Earl. Title has it’s privilege.
As Darcy and Bingley rode to Longbourn, Darcy was uneasy about how to approach the Bennets with the prospect that he may have to marry Miss Bingley. Would Elizabeth understand? How could she? He didn’t understand. How could it be that after enduring endless hours at too many parties to mention in London and in the countryside, and being chased by rabid Mamas looking to secure a good husband for their darling daughters, he finally meets his soul mate only to be forced to marry another? What cruel fate would torment him this way?
And what would he say to her? How could he ever be with another woman when the woman of his dreams, the woman he saw whenever he closed his eyes, was Elizabeth? He had to say something to her before she heard it from someone else. Maybe he should speak to Mr. Bennet. Oh no, that wouldn’t do. Mr. Bennet couldn’t be certain if it was true or not so he couldn’t allow Darcy around his daughter after telling him. He’d tell Elizabeth and beg her patience as he worked to find a solution.
Mrs. Bennet was her typical effervescent self when they arrived. She was still confused about Darcy’s presence and thought maybe they both, Bingley and Darcy, favored Jane but she felt that only doubled her chances of seeing Jane well settled. And maybe the ‘loser’ would accept Lydia or Kitty as a consolation. Men like Mr. Darcy wouldn’t want someone like Elizabeth with so many pert opinions that were voiced as the opinion was formed without regard to the company she kept. No, Lydia would be a nice lively match for Bingley and maybe Kitty who was in awe of Mr. Darcy would be a good match for him. But first, she would see who would win Jane.
Elizabeth was so happy for Jane that Bingley had returned after only a short absence. She was certain Jane had missed him terribly. Soon, the four them were once again walking out and the two couples quickly separated.
“Mr. Darcy, we missed our morning discussions yesterday but I understand you enjoyed the company of at least one of the Bennets in my absence,” Lizzy teased.
“Miss Bennet, I know you’re teasing but I did truly enjoy Mr. Bennet’s company.
However, there’s something of a serious note I must tell you before we go any further. I hope you’re still speaking to me when I am through.”
Elizabeth nodded.
“A short time ago as I was walking through part of Netherfield’s park, I heard a woman scream. I ran in the direction of the scream and found Miss Bingley with the bodice of her dress torn. She told me she’d been attacked by a strange man. I didn’t see or hear anyone so I had no offender to pursue. I gave Miss Bingley my waistcoat and escorted her back to Netherfield.”
Lizzy’s look was one of horror and curiosity but she did not interrupt him because she had no idea where this story was going and no idea what to say.
Darcy continued ”Miss Bingley begged us to not reveal this event to anyone in the area and we assented to her request.
Recently, while Bingley was in town, he learned that there is a false rumor circulating that I attacked Miss Bingley. We’re trying to understand how far this has spread and if there’s anything that can be done to salvage Miss Bingley’s reputation.”
He was silent.
Elizabeth spoke, “That’s a dreadful story. To think that Miss Bingley has been attacked. I hope she was not terribly harmed. But why would you think I would not speak to you when you’ve been wrongfully accused?”
“Because if we can’t control this rumor and it appears that Miss Bingley’s reputation may be ruined because of the perception of the loss of her virtue…” Darcy began but was unable to finish.
Lizzy whispered so that it was just audible to Darcy,
“You will have to marry her.”
“Yes,” he said.
Lizzy fought back tears, “I don’t know how this could happen to you. Such a good man. I know your friendship with Miss Bingley is based on your closeness to Mr. Bingley.”
They found themselves at their favorite rock and they shared it once again.
As Darcy looked into Elizabeth’s eyes, he spoke,
“I’d like to be optimistic and say there’ll be another solution found but I’ve been unable to think of one and I pride myself in being realistic. There’s unlikely to be another honorable way out of this scandal. I thought you should know.”
Elizabeth turned to Darcy and took his face in her hands,
“I know you’d never do anything like this. I know it. And I understand why you’ll marry Miss Bingley. I know how much your reputation for integrity means to you. You won’t lose my friendship because of it.”
He kissed her hand, held her to his chest and kissed her hair.
“Your friendship and respect mean so much to me, Miss Bennet. I want you to know that.”
They clung to each other for quite some time before silently rising together to face the others. Darcy wiped the remaining moisture from Elizabeth’s face.
They walked without further conversation for some time.
“I expect that there may be more good news at Longbourn today,” Darcy told Elizabeth, mostly to break the silence.
“Jane and Mr. Bingley make such a happy pair that I cannot imagine anyone who would not wish them joy,” Elizabeth responded but as soon as the comment crossed her lips, she thought of Miss Bingley. From the tension she saw in Darcy’s jaw, she was sure he’d had the same thought.
As they approached Longbourn’s park, they saw Jane and Mr. Bingley nearing on a converging path. Lizzy called out to them. Jane hurried to her sister and embraced her.
“Lizzy, we are engaged!! I am so happy!” she exclaimed.
“Jane, my dear sweet Jane, no one deserves the happiness more than you. Congratulations, Mr. Bingley.”
Darcy added his congratulations to the pair and they proceeded to the house. There Bingley parted to talk with Mr. Bennet. Darcy was happy for and jealous of his friend, at the same time. He felt Bingley and Jane were well matched and he could see their happiness but it made him wonder if he could ever look forward to the same satisfaction in his union.
After what seemed like an eternity to Darcy, they departed for Netherfield. The evening had been full of congratulations from all parties. Mr. Collins was no longer there but all of the girls and Mrs. Bennet fussed over Jane excessively. Mrs. Bennet was to monopolize the carriage again to tell all of the neighborhood of her good fortune. The meal was chosen just to please Mr. Bingley with all of his favorites, too much time was taken speaking of weddings and, of course, Mr. Bennet found joy in teasing the happy pair.
Mrs. Bennet wasted no time in trying to show Kitty in her best light. Darcy had returned to his dark brooding for most of the evening and it did not go unnoticed by Mrs. or Mr. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet thought he was upset at losing his opportunity for Jane. Mr. Bennet couldn’t imagine what was disturbing the young man but whatever it was, he was certain Lizzy was aware of it, too. She didn’t seem quite her happy self, although Lizzy was not one for dwelling on the negative.
Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived at Netherfield House mid-morning the following day. What an unpleasant atmosphere in the house. All of the household was in the sitting room when Colonel Fitzwilliam was announced. Darcy was brooding, Miss Bingley was agitated and uneasy, Mrs. Hurst reflected her sister’s mood and Mr. Hurst was snoring in the corner of the room. Only Bingley seemed to be in good spirits. Although Darcy was happy to see his cousin arrive, he couldn’t imagine there was much good that he would have to report.
After briefly greeting the ladies, the three alert gentlemen in the room proceeded to Bingley’s study to discuss the pressing issue at hand.
The Colonel started by telling Bingley and Darcy what he was able to find,
“I went to Whites and it is true that there is a rumor saying that you have forced your attentions on Miss Bingley and that she returned home distressed and disheveled. Further, there are now bets being taken as to if and when, Darcy, you will marry Miss Bingley.
The speculation is that you are a cold fish who momentarily lost control of his cravings.”
“Richard, you know that’s a damn hum!”
“Darcy, I know. I am sure you didn’t do what they are saying. I remember the day that I arrived and Miss Bingley was wearing your waistcoat. I recall seeing the two of you walking up to the house and having what appeared to be a cordial conversation. Miss Bingley did not become hysterical until she entered the house, as I recall. “
Thinking back, Darcy replied, “That’s true; she was not sobbing or screaming until she entered the foyer.”
“But let me finish by discussing some of my observations and thoughts on this matter. They are not yet settled but they may be unpleasant for you to hear, Mr. Bingley. I want to state first that I do not believe your sister to be a lady-bird and you should not take that from anything I say.
The talk in town, however, is that Miss Bingley had set her cap at my cousin. Some see this perception of the loss of her virtue at the hands of Mr. Darcy of Pemberley to be extremely convenient for her plans.”
“Colonel, I know my sister has expressed an interest in Darcy and maybe goes too far in denigrating the character of other young ladies to look favorable in Darcy’s eyes in comparison or is overly deferential to his opinion but I think her reputation means too much to her to have contrived this attack. And even if she did, how could she be responsible for those in town believing that the attacker was Darcy when she clearly stated to all of us that Darcy rescued her from the attacker?” Bingley stated in defense of his sister.
“I haven’t been able to determine that yet, Sir. To paraphrase on Mr. Shakespeare, ‘There are stranger things between heaven and hell than man will ever understand.’ In this case, I am asking both you and Darcy for more time to look into this further. I believe with a little more time, we will understand what happened here. And there is enough at stake and enough that does not make sense, that seems too coincidental to ignore and not give it further consideration.”
The Colonel was beginning to frustrate Bingley. Bingley wanted a resolution to this problem and he was being pressured by Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst on a daily basis to show that he wore the pants in the family and could stand up to Mr. Darcy.
Still, he recognized the dilemma Darcy was facing; a lifetime with a woman he did not and could not love. And after seeing him with Miss Elizabeth Bennet and speaking with Miss Jane Bennet, he was fairly certain Darcy had found the woman he could love. Bingley was being torn in two different directions and he was not a man known for his decisiveness. He decided he should at least try to plead his sister’s case.
“How long, Colonel? This is my sister’s virtue we are talking about here. It can not be easily recovered.”
“I understand what I am asking. But please be reasonable. If it is true that your sister had no part in creating this rumor, she will have suffered for a few weeks. How long will Darcy be forced to suffer, if we find out that the fudge can be laid at her doorstep?” the Colonel defended his position.
“I thank you both for talking about me as if I am not present.” Darcy interjected. “Richard, what more do you have to suggest that Miss Bingley may have had a hand in creating her own downfall? That does seem to be a rather desperate gamble on her part.”
“I understand how you might see it that way, Darcy. But those of us who know you, know of your honorability and integrity as a certainty. So, how much of a risk was it, if she felt confident in not getting caught?
I have been able to trace the fudge back to two maids – those of Mrs. Tulbrow and Miss Felicity Hallowell. Coincidentally, Miss Felicity Hallowell is friends with Miss Bingley. There are bets being placed in the book at Whites as to when we can wish Mr. Bingley joy in his anticipated union with Miss Felicity Hallowell.”
“Why that is ridiculous, cried Bingley. “I made an offer to Miss Jane Bennet just yesterday and she accepted. I have never been in Miss Felicity Hallowell’s company other than at public gatherings or when I have accompanied my sister to visit the Hallowell ladies.
I have no idea where that Banbury story could have originated but it has no basis in reality, I can assure you.
Doesn’t it make more sense that the maids are the exclusive source and not that my sister had any part in this?”
”Mr. Bingley, I would agree with you but I have spoken with Miss Felicity Hallowell, personally, she implied that there was something between the two of you, as did her sister, Miss Grace Hallowell. Having met Miss Jane Bennet and being sensitive to your attraction to her, I wasn’t sure if you had formed an attachment only after taking residence at Netherfield without severing your bond with Miss Felicity Hallowell or if an attachment between you and Miss Hallowell had never actually existed.”
Now Bingley was stymied. He didn’t have another argument for the Colonel. If Miss Hallowell personally believed there was some attachment formed or likely to be formed between the two of them, there had to be another explanation other than the maids. But for the life of him, Bingley couldn’t conceive of what that might be.
“Darcy, Bingley, now do you understand why this situation makes me uneasy enough to ask that you give me more time to look into this predicament? The stakes are too high not to review all of the evidence thoroughly, don’t you agree?” asked the Colonel.
They agreed that two to three more weeks would be reasonable in light of what Colonel Fitzwilliam had been able to discover to date. Mr. Bingley left to tell his sister of their decision. It was agreed that he would not relate to Miss Bingley what he had learned from the Colonel.
After Bingley left the two men in the study, Darcy, who had been pacing walked over to the window and rested his head against the pane.
“Darce, you can’t be blamed for having a fit of the blue-devils under the circumstances. But don’t worry; I’m going to see you riveted to the right woman,” the Colonel said as he slapped his cousin on his back.
Darcy smiled, “You are certain of that, are you?”
“Yes, I am Darcy. Speaking of which, how is Miss Elizabeth Bennet?”
Even in his foul mood, Darcy laughed.
“Miss Bennet is well. I have informed her of this matter, actually.”
“Have you?”
“It seemed right.”
“Are you afraid you will drive her into the arms of her cousin, Mr. Collins?”
“Too late for that, I’m afraid. Mr. Collins is promised to Miss Mary Bennet.”
“My, my. And they say things are slower in the country. That was unexpected, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but it appears to be a welcome match on both parts and I think Lady Catherine will be equally pleased with the choice.”
“So, she will.”
Chapter Thirteen
Posted on Friday, 7 May 2004
Back in London, Lord and Lady Matlock were in their carriage on their way to the dinner party given by the Hawthornes. Lady Matlock had been a stunning beauty, in her youth. Now, as the mother of three grown children, she was comfortable being a plump and aging matron. Her time in the spotlight of youth may have been gone, but she was still the light in her husband’s eyes and that was all that really matter.
Lady Matlock addressed her husband,
“I am still surprised that you changed your mind about accepting this engagement. Will you not tell me why?”
“I have told you, there is someone I expect will be in attendance with whom I wish to speak.” He got a twinkle in his eye and teased, “Besides, it is best, my love, if you not know for you know you are unable to keep a confidence.
Please be patient with me. All will be revealed in time, I promise.”
At that, the portly Earl kissed his wife’s hand and held it, silencing her for the remainder of the ride.
As one of the last couples of 11 to arrive, Lord and Lady Matlock were introduced to all they didn’t know and greeted those they did, only having to suffer one more round of introductions when the last couple for dinner made their entrance.
Mr. and Mrs. Hallowell were in attendance. Lord Matlock sought Mr. Hallowell’s company before the procession to dinner but they were separated at the dinner table. However, as luck would have it, he was seated next to the rather attractive Mrs. Hallowell. Matlock was not familiar with Mr. Hallowell’s bride but soon found her to be a lively woman who spoke her mind freely.
“My Lord, I am so honored to be in your company. Not just any Earl, mind you, but one of your stature and vast estate is positively exciting.”
Matlock was largely amused that anyone would say exactly what she was thinking without thought to filter it first but he was certain this could be used to his advantage and wouldn’t ‘look a gift horse in the mouth.’
“Mrs. Hallowell, I am profusely flattered that such a charming young lady would be agreeable to conversing with an old codger such as myself.”
Now Mrs. Hallowell’s face brightened even more as her smile broadened. Across the table, Lady Matlock recalled where the Colonel had gotten all of his charm.
“I am sure” bubbled Mrs. Hallowell, “ we will be fast friends, my Lord. You are most certainly not an old codger. Why, Mr. Hallowell is your contemporary and I don’t think him old at all.”
“Mrs. Hallowell, it is kind of you to say so. However, I have children your age.”
“Yes. And so do I. My stepdaughters, Miss Felicity Hallowell and Miss Grace Hallowell. Truly, I was most vexed to have missed the opportunity of meeting your second son, Colonel Fitzwilliam, when he called on my step-daughters. I have heard he is quite the charmer and much sought after to attend all of the parties throughout the season.”
“Well, I am extremely proud of the Colonel. I imagine he is very popular but I think him a brilliant military mind.”
“Yes, yes. I am sure. Of course, as a second son he will likely seek to marry a woman of some fortune.
Now, our youngest daughter has set her cap for a Mr. Charles Bingley and is nearly spoken for. She corresponds regularly with his sister, Miss Bingley, who has a enormous influence over him. We only await his return from his country home to solidify the arrangement.
But our oldest, there we are aware of no attachments and I believe her much pleased to be in the Colonel’s company.”
Lord Matlock was both appalled at the impertinence and impropriety of this woman and thankful for Darcy’s sake that she was willing to speak so freely. Clearly, there was more than a passing friendship between Miss Felicity Hallowell and Miss Bingley. How would Miss Felicity take the news that Mr. Bingley was engaged to another? Lord Matlock had just received that news from the Colonel earlier that day.
“Why Mrs. Hallowell, I was not aware my son had visited your fair daughters. The Colonel is currently in Hertfordshire staying with Mr. Bingley and, I am sorry to inform you, has just informed me that Mr. Bingley has made an offer to a neighboring gentleman’s daughter.”
Mrs. Hallowell gasped rather loudly. “That cannot be!” she cried out. Her cry caused others to turn their heads.
Mrs. Hawthorne turned to Mrs. Hallowell and asked,
“Are you quite all right, Mrs. Hallowell?” concerned that something about the meal had not agreed with her.
“Pardon me. Yes, I am quite well, thank you,” she replied, although her sudden paleness spoke otherwise.
The rest of the guests returned to their discussions and food. Mrs. Hallowell was momentarily quiet. For the first time since she and Lord Matlock had begun their discourse, she was at a loss for words.
Lord Matlock wanted to probe further, but did he dare. It would be so inappropriate to ask why she was so shocked but with Mrs. Hallowell, he doubted she would notice the impropriety. On the other hand, it really went against the basics that he’d been taught about social intercourse. Still, to save his nephew, he chose to speak,
“Mrs. Hallowell had Mr. Bingley made promises to Miss Hallowell? I would hope my son is not acquainting with the type of young man who would make promises and then refuse to keep them.”
“No, no, of course not. It is only that Miss Bingley’s letters gave every implication that she would be able to persuade him in Miss Felicity’s direction. We were all counting on it. It was to be such a good match and make sisters out of good friends. I do not see how Miss Bingley could have been so mistaken.” This last she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “It is most cruel of Miss Bingley to have raised Miss Felicity’s hopes so.”
Indeed it was, thought Lord Matlock but what had been Miss Bingley’s motivation. He was now certain that Miss Bingley had acted to falsely convince Miss Felicity that she could count on the betrothal between herself and Mr. Bingley. But why? What did she stand to gain? Was it merely an act of cruelty or something more?
The ladies soon headed for the music room to leave the men to their brandy and cigars. Lord Matlock left frustrated with his inability to learn more from the evening.
Chapter Fourteen
Following breakfast the next morning, Lord Matlock sat to write a letter, telling his son and Darcy of the little he had learned from Mrs. Hallowell at the dinner party the prior evening. He felt that he knew enough to insist that his nephew not throw his life away on this young lady but there was still no hard evidence that said Miss Bingley had started this rumor and ought, therefore, not to benefit from it. Nothing tied Miss Felicity Hallowell to the rumor, other than that her maid was one of those to spread the gossip. But how could he get the maid to talk when she would know it would risk her employment? Maybe if he offered her another position? He sat and pondered the evidence, making no progress in the letter it was his object to write.
After sitting at the desk, still with a largely blank sheet of paper, the footman announced a Mr. Hallowell to see him. This was early for a social call and he did not bring his wife. And he’d never called at his home before. He asked that he be shown in.
“Lord Matlock,” Mr. Hallowell bowed, “I thank you for seeing me this morning.”
“Certainly Mr. Hallowell, please sit down.”
Mr. Hallowell thanked him as he took a chair opposite Lord Matlock’s immense desk. He looked ill at ease and Lord Matlock offered him some tea,
“Or would you like something a little stronger, perhaps. A glass of sherry?”
“Yes, my Lord, a glass of sherry would be welcomed. Thank you.”
As he poured the sherry, Mr. Hallowell began to speak,
“I understand from my wife that she has made you aware of the now extinguished expectations for my daughter Miss Felicity and Mr. Bingley. My wife said she shared with you the cruel manner in which Miss Bingley raised Felicity’s hopes.”
Lord Matlock nodded and Mr. Hallowell continued,
“We spoke with Felicity this morning and it appears that Miss Bingley used Felicity quite ill to further her hopes of connecting herself to your nephew, Mr. Darcy. In as much as Mr. Bingley has done nothing inappropriate in his dealings with my daughter, Miss Bingley repeatedly raised those expectations. She should not benefit from this behavior.”
Mr. Hallowell pulled a letter out of his pocket. “In sending this letter to my youngest, she raised our expectations.” He said as he handed Miss Bingley’s letter to Lord Matlock. “I know it does not directly promise that Miss Bingley will further the match but all implications are there. And with that expectation, my daughter initiated the rumor now circulating regarding Mr. Darcy’s attack on Miss Bingley.”
Lord Matlock was delighted. Finally some hard evidence that Miss Bingley started this rumor by telling Miss Hallowell.
“Mr. Hallowell, I can only imagine how difficult this was for you to reveal the evidence of this disappointment. My family thanks you.”
“I know you have a daughter, M’ Lord, who has married well. This is all a father wants for his daughter – to see her well situated in life. Miss Bingley should not fulfill her dreams after using my daughter so abominably and shattering her dreams. And no one should suffer from my daughter’s wrongdoings, either. I beg your forgiveness and I take your leave now.”
With the departure of Mr. Hallowell, Lord Matlock was able to finish his missive to his son and Darcy with confidence that the issue would shortly be resolved.
After the meeting telling Elizabeth about the possibility of being forced into matrimony with Miss Bingley, Darcy and Elizabeth had spent no time alone. They had seen each other in the various gatherings throughout the neighborhood but did not seek each other’s company at those meetings for fear of raising expectations of the neighbors or Elizabeth’s family. Mr. Bennet was at a loss as to what had caused the rift, but said nothing about it, in hopes that the young couple he believed to be well suited, would work their differences out.
Still, Elizabeth and Darcy continued to lose sleep thinking of one another, of the felicity they had shared, of their tender moments together. Both strongly suspected that any intimate relationship that they’d had was in the past and would not be spoken of again, but chose to hold on to those warm memories.
At Netherfield, Miss Bingley grew more and more restless with there being no favorable decision made on repairing her reputation by directing a marriage between herself and Mr. Darcy. Another week had passed without any action. She blamed her brother for his weakness and knew that every day that the decision was further delayed, there was the possibility of an unfavorable outcome. Colonel Fitzwilliam’s presence also disturbed her. He was always polite and congenial but he seemed to look right through her, causing her to experience a great deal of discomfit. She was determined to take things in her own hands and effect the result that she most desired.
Mr. Darcy was in the library and she was determined to browbeat him by insisting that he do the right thing to help repair her reputation.
As she entered the library, she looked coyly at Mr. Darcy who hunched further over his book to try to impress upon Miss Bingley his wish not to be disturbed. He had avoided being in Miss Bingley’s company more than usual, since learning of this rumor. His poor posture would have no impact on Miss Bingley.
“Oh, Mr. Darcy. I would so love to return to town but am concerned for how I would be received right now,” she cried.
“That makes it an excellent idea to stay in the country then, I believe, Miss Bingley,” Darcy replied without looking up.
“Yes, but how am I to keep up with fashions and news if I am here stuck in the country with these unrefined and ill-bred country folk?”
“It seems that it is unnecessary to be up to the minute with regard to fashions while you are here, Miss Bingley. Should you wish to hear the news, there are papers delivered here at Netherfield that you can read. If you really mean you have not kept up with the social news, it would seem you continue to top that list and that is the thing you wish to avoid in London.”
This was going to be more difficult than Miss Bingley had anticipated.
“But I cannot avoid London forever, Mr. Darcy. I have always thought you to be a powerful and decisive man. Surely you and Charles have come to some conclusion regarding my fate and how this can best be handled.”
“Miss Bingley, as a ‘decisive man’, I insist upon having as many of the necessary facts as possible. We will wait until we have those facts before we make a decision of how to best deal with the issues at hand.”
Said with more edge to her tone than she’d intended, as she was losing patience,
“While you delay, my reputation continues to be ruined.”
“Miss Bingley, I am sure as a woman of some dignity, you do not want to be bound to a man for whom you have little affection and who views you most fondly as his good friend’s sister. Your reputation does not worsen as we wait and it may save us from making a move that neither of us would wish to make, given the limited extent of our regard for one another.”
Miss Bingley had forced the issue, asking the question that provoked the answer that could only cause her much pain. She was forced to acknowledge that Mr. Darcy had no intention of asking her to be his wife and that he was not simply unprepared to marry her now, but did not foresee being united with her in marriage in the future, unless forced to do so. She was stunned into momentary silence and suddenly her eyes welled with real tears. She held them back, however. The lack of affection would not deter her. It would only mean she felt less compelled to try to maintain Mr. Darcy’s regard, if he truly felt none. She no longer cared if he believed that she had started the rumor. It would not determine whether or not she obtained her goal; only the terms of the arrangement. Before she removed herself from the library, she simply replied,
“I understand you perfectly, sir.”
Colonel Fitzwilliam had been enjoying the country during his stay. There was little to do while waiting and he was not one for ill-humor. He spent a great deal of time visiting many in the neighborhood including the Bennets, the Lucases and the Longs. Mrs. Bennet tried to make a match with one of her younger daughters until she realized that, as the second son, he had very little money to offer. Still, he was so amiable that she enjoyed his company and hoped he’d bring more eligible gentlemen into Hertfordshire.
Elizabeth continued to notice that her good friend, Miss Lucas, appeared to have an unusual fascination with the Colonel. She was not able to discern the Colonel’s feelings or if he was conscious of Miss Lucas’ regard. Further, she regretted that her friend, after fearing it was never to be, had found a man for whom she could have a particular regard only to have him be unavailable because of their pecuniary standings. Though Elizabeth enjoyed his company, she hoped he’d return to London soon to cause her friend as little pain as possible upon the inevitable separation.
By the time the Colonel received his father’s letter, with Miss Bingley’s letter to Miss Hallowell folded into it, he was eager to depart from Hertfordshire and was much relieved for his cousin with what had been discovered. He found Mr. Bingley and Darcy in the drawing room and asked them to join him in the library to discuss the arrival of the new information. Miss Bingley did not intend to be left out any longer and spoke up,
“If this matter concerns me, I think I should attend. I am not at all certain that my interests can be represented otherwise.”
Therefore, it was agreed that Miss Bingley would participate and as she wanted her sister present, they remained in the drawing room to discuss the matter.
The Colonel spoke:
“I believe that given the latest news from my father, that I am able summarize what transpired in causing this rumor, as follows:
Miss Bingley has conspired with Miss Felicity Hallowell to trap Darcy into marrying her.”
Miss Bingley gasped.
“Please let me proceed with the story, Miss Bingley. You will be asked to comment once I have completed my recounting. Is that acceptable to you?”
She nodded her head in accord.
“Miss Hallowell’s incentive was the implied promise that Miss Bingley would effect a match between herself and Mr. Bingley. This match was anticipated by all of the Hallowell family, although there had been no promise made or implied by Mr. Bingley. In fact, when they learned of Mr. Bingley’s engagement to Miss Bennet, they gave my father this letter from Miss Bingley to Miss Hallowell in which she implies they will be sisters and she informs Miss Hallowell of an alleged attacked by Mr. Darcy. I have learned from my father that Miss Hallowell did not believe that Miss Bingley was attacked but understood that Miss Bingley wanted Miss Hallowell to spread this rumor. Miss Hallowell complied and now regrets her complicity.
Mr. Bingley, Darcy, you should read the letter from my father and the letter written by Miss Bingley and tell me your conclusion.”
Miss Bingley spoke in a surprisingly calm manner:
“Your conclusion is absolutely false, Colonel. It is true that I sent a letter to Miss Hallowell; I think of her as a sister. I told her the truth of my attack believing that I could trust in her confidentiality. Clearly, that was a mistake.
However, the truth is that I was attacked - by Mr. Darcy. In telling everyone else that I had been attacked by a stranger, I simply tried to protect his reputation as a most honorable gentleman, which is more regard than he has shown me for the last couple of weeks since we have learned of how news of this attack has spread. “
She began to cry into her handkerchief and was comforted by Mrs. Hurst.
Mr. Bingley’s head was spinning. He deplored discord and this was particularly ugly because it was between two people whom he loved. Could Darcy have possibly attacked his sister?
Mrs. Hurst spoke up,
“Bingley, as head of this house you must do something. You must insist that Mr. Darcy do the honorable thing and make an offer for Caroline, without further delay.”
Being a very good actress after years of feigning affection for Mr. Hurst, she was nearly in tears with Caroline.
Darcy spoke as he read the letters,
“I assure you Madam, Bingley, I have never forced my attentions on a woman and I certainly would not force my attentions on the sister of a dear friend.
I ask that you accept my word as a gentleman; the statements in this letter regarding me are absolute lies. The story told by us both on the day of the attack are as true of an account as I was able to give. I don’t know what happened before I arrived, of course, but I have told you nothing but the truth.”
“I would like to believe you, Darcy. But you must understand, Caroline is my sister and I would feel more comfortable if there was a way to determine, without question, whether you attacked her or not,” Bingley stated as he stood looking totally befogged. He wanted to please everyone and could not determine how that could be done, in this instance. It was his duty to protect his sister, he knew, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing his best friend’s regard.
Darcy was feeling clearer than he had in weeks; he would not marry Miss Bingley. But he wanted to maintain his close friendship with Mr. Bingley, too.
“Charles, I understand your position but knowing I have been abused by Miss Bingley’s falsehoods, I cannot possibly consider making an offer for her now.”
Miss Bingley began to screech shouting where was the famous Darcy honor, who would protect her honor, how could no one believe her.
The gentlemen continued to stand in silence as Mrs. Hurst did her best to comfort and calm Miss Bingley.
“My decision is made, Miss Bingley. I regret any discomfort this causes your brother, but I feel it is an end result of your own making,” Darcy stated emphatically.
“Charles, I am family and you must ask Mr. Darcy to leave immediately if he will not honor me!” Caroline screamed.
The letters were given back to the Colonel who was uncertain how they could ever say with certainty what had transpired but was decidedly relieved that Darcy would not be trapped into marrying Miss Bingley.
The letter from Miss Bingley to Miss Hallowell was on top. For the first time, the date on the letter stood out to Colonel Fitzwilliam.
“Bingley, Darcy!! This letter is proof that there was no attack that day. Look at the date! I arrived at Netherfield on December 12th, the date of the alleged attack. This letter is dated December 5th. Miss Bingley anticipated her plan of action and wrote the letter to Miss Hallowell prior to executing her plan.”
Mrs. Hurst blurted out, “Caroline, you didn’t; you wouldn’t!”
Caroline jumped up from the settee. “Louisa, whose side are you on? I merely did not want Mr. Darcy to ruin his life on that nobody, Miss Eliza Bennet. You agreed. Now everyone is against me,” she spat.
“Caroline, calm yourself. I am not against you. I did think you and Mr. Darcy a good match but never thought it would not be a decision made of his own free will. Tell us it was not your intention to trick Mr. Darcy into marrying you by accusing him of something he did not do?” pleaded Louisa. Louisa knew a sinking ship when she saw one.
Caroline had no intention of letting Louisa off the hook so easily.
“Writing to that gossip, Miss Felicity Hallowell, was your idea, Louisa. Don’t abandon me, now!
Mr. Darcy, we saw that you were losing your good senses over Miss Eliza Bennet and we saw it as the best way to rescue you from making a mistake you would regret the rest of your life. She is a nobody – no money, no family, little beauty, poor connections. How could she possibly run an estate as fine as Pemberley or represent you well in society? I can do all of that for you in a way she never could,” she utter in near hysteria.
Now Caroline was genuinely sobbing. Her little square was not adequate for the tears she was shedding in earnest.
Louisa knew she was not going to be able to save her good standing with Mr. Darcy but wanted to salvage her brother’s affection for her.
“Brother, Mr. Darcy” Louisa spoke, “I truly regret any part I have played in your misery for the last few weeks. While it was originally my idea to do something desperate to attach Mr. Darcy to Caroline, I was unaware of the execution. Please forgive me. Mr. Hurst and I will take Caroline back to the house in London, to relieve you of our presence here.”
Caroline began to scream. “Louisa, no. We must convince Mr. Darcy. He mustn’t make a mistake and throw his life away on some woman who is beneath him.” She was a bright crimson at this point.
The Colonel was able to chuckle as he watched the stunned Darcy, while Mr. Bingley was still trying to absorb all that had happened.
As Caroline continued to sob in the background and Louisa attempted to calm her, Mr. Bingley turned to Darcy, “Darcy, I apologize for what has gone on here. I hope you can forgive my sisters and that we can remain friends.”
“Bingley, of course we will remain friends. You were very patient with our investigation when we were trying to determine exactly what had happened and how to deal with it. I don’t know that I should have been as patient in your position. We cannot control our family; nor do we get to choose them.”
He turned to the ladies, “Mrs. Hurst, I am willing to believe that you meant well and only wanted what you believed to be best for your sister. I forgive you for any part you may have played in this matter.
However, Miss Bingley, that you can insinuate that you know what is best for me better than I know myself, that you think yourself better than a gentleman’s daughter, that you have insulted Miss Elizabeth Bennet in every way possible, is something that may take me a great deal of time to forgive. The only part of this affair that brings me pleasure is knowing that I am to be free of you.”
Thereupon, Caroline nearly collapsed. With the assistance of her brother and sister, she began to move to the hallway, where a servant was called upon to assist her to her room. Mrs. Hurst escorted her to her bed chamber, called for her maid and gave her a Lavender concoction to calm her nerves.
Darcy could not believe he was finally free to pursue Miss Bennet. That he would be forced to make an offer to Miss Bingley had seemed such a certainty and had given him so many sleepless nights, that now he was torn between wanting to rest and wanting to get to Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s side as soon as possible.
The men were all relieved to be free of the ladies’ company. The Colonel being the clearer thinking of all present, poured them all a glass of sherry and proposed a toast,
“To free choice, gentlemen!”
“Thank you, Richard. I don’t know what I would have done without your willingness to investigate and your strategic thinking in this matter. I truly appreciate all that you have done for me.” Darcy said as he finished his wine and slapped the Colonel on the back. That military training has proven to be of some value, after all.
Though, I may not owe you my life in this matter, I sincerely owe you my chance at happiness. I do not know how I can repay you.”
“I’ll have to think of something, Darce,” the Colonel smiled in reply. “But gentlemen, aren’t there some ladies at Longbourn who might make better company?”
It was agreed and they were off to Longbourn.
Chapter Fifteen
Posted on Saturday, 22 May 2004
At Longbourn, the younger ladies lamented at how little activity there’d been in the neighborhood, lately. Of course, Mrs. Bennet was still excited over her two weddings. Lady Catherine De Bourgh was expected to condescend to attend the wedding of her vicar. Therefore, Mrs. Bennet was extremely concerned that everything be just right for Miss Mary Bennet’s approaching nuptials. And Jane being so beautiful and betrothed to Mr. Bingley and his 5000 per year meant that there was much anxiety that Miss Jane Bennet’s wedding be the best that Meryton had seen in anyone’s remembrance. This meant that she fussed and planned and changed plans all day.
Miss Kitty Bennet spotted the gentlemen as they approached the house, and cried out,
“Mama, we are to have company. It looks as if Mr. Bingley is bringing a gentleman with him. I cannot make them out, yet.”
“Oh, who could it be, Kitty?” exclaimed Mrs. Bennet.
Elizabeth was anxious. She had not seen Mr. Darcy privately in some weeks; not since he’d told her of the likelihood that he would be forced to make an offer for Miss Bingley. She supposed they were coming to bring the news of the nuptials. How would she endure it, she wondered. She glanced at Jane and saw how she lit up at the news that Mr. Bingley was coming. She would bear it for her sister’s happiness, she thought. After all, she knew it was coming. What difference should the certainty really make?
“Oh, it is Mr. Darcy. How I hoped Mr. Bingley might bring other men from town,” Kitty said as she removed from the window seat and slumped into her chair.
“Sit up straight, Kitty, “ Mrs. Bennet directed. “I understand your disappointment but Mr. Bingley should continue to see all of us in our best light. You must recall, he’s a man of 5000 a year and knows other wealthy gentlemen. You do want him to recommend you to some of his friends. When Jane is married to Mr. Bingley, there will be other rich men in the neighborhood and you can find one for yourself. Look bright, girls!”
The gentlemen entered the foyer and were announced. Bingley noticed how nervous his friend appeared and could not hide his amusement.
“Darcy, this is not our first time at Longbourn. Why are you squirming so?” Bingley whispered.
Darcy did not get a chance to reply but he smiled as Mrs. Bennet began her showy reception for Bingley, speaking of how happy they always were to be in his company and how welcome he would always be to Longbourn.
“Of course, you are welcome, too, Mr. Darcy,” she added. Although it was clear she did not really mean it, she thought it best not to antagonize a person of such illustrious background and wealth. While Mr. Darcy was considered too disagreeable for any of her daughters, particularly after his last visit, she considered that he was a good friend to Mr. Bingley and may have other friends and family of wealth who could elevate her remaining unmarried daughters.
Elizabeth had noticed Mr. Darcy’s smile as they entered. She hadn’t thought it possible, but it caused her spirits to be reduced even further. Could it be that he was now happy with his betrothal, she wondered. She remained uncharacteristically quiet and avoided all contact with the gentleman.
For his part, Mr. Darcy was well aware of why Miss Elizabeth might be at some discomfit. He was desperate for a moment to speak with her alone.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Bennet spoke at length of details of Bingley and Jane’s wedding – who would attend, what floral arrangements could be had and when they would travel to London for the trousseau. Even Mrs. Bennet was not insensitive to the look of boredom on the young men’s faces, more particularly to Mr. Bingley’s than to Mr. Darcy’s.
“Lizzy,” she cried a little suddenly and rather too loudly, “I must discuss today’s dinner with you! Come with me, Child!”
Mrs. Bennet, while not the most sensible woman, ran her household well and did not need the assistance of any of her daughters to decide the menu for dinner so Elizabeth was immediately curious as to what her mother might really want to discuss. She didn’t have to wait long.
“Lizzy, you must get Jane and Mr. Bingley out of the house. He does not seem to be enjoying her company as much as usual today and we would not want to lose him before the wed. Let them get out and walk. Young men are so much more agreeable with a little exercise and fresh air. I know that means you will have to spend some time with the less than agreeable Mr. Darcy but you will do it if you love your sister. And I know you do.
Go ahead.” She said the last as she pushed Elizabeth back into the parlor. Mr. Darcy was gazing out the window with his back turned to the door as she entered. Therefore, he missed the sly smile on her face as she suppressed the urge to giggle at her mother’s assumption that Elizabeth found Mr. Darcy so disagreeable that it would be a chore to walk out with him. If only she knew. Of course, the chore would be that he may now be promised to Miss Bingley and they would have to act with the utmost decorum fitting Mr. Darcy’s new status. That thought sobered her immediately.
“Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, Jane – it is such a lovely day, It would be a pity to spend it all indoors. Let us take a nice stroll and find a lovely prospect to view. What say you all?”
Bingley perked up right away,
“An excellent idea, Miss Elizabeth, I think a walk is just what we need and we should take advantage of the fine weather. Don’t you agree, Darcy?”
“Certainly, if Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth wish to walk, I have no objection,” Darcy replied with an expression Elizabeth was unable to read. He was thinking that he’d wished he’d been able to suggest it earlier but now he was going to have the chance he wanted to speak with Elizabeth. He was having some difficulty suppressing his anxiety.
They were soon out walking with Elizabeth and Darcy quickly outstripping the other pair.
“Miss Bennet, we find ourselves alone again,” Darcy began.
“We are alone, only to give Mr. Bingley and Jane a chance to talk in private. Surely, there can be nothing more assumed of our being alone.” Elizabeth interrupted, mistakenly assuming he was concerned about the impropriety of the position they found themselves in.
“No, no, do not make yourself uneasy, Miss Bennet. I was extremely hopeful that you and I would be able to find some time alone. I hope that does not discomfit you.”
“I only imagine that Miss Bingley, your intended, would not much approve.” Darcy could not see Elizabeth’s face, as she took great interest in her walking shoes, and Elizabeth’s voice did not betray the distress it caused her to call Miss Bingley his intended.
They were now standing in one of the little copses that they’d found to be a wonderful spot for seclusion on their past walks. Elizabeth had been marching ahead of Mr. Darcy. He reached out to touch her shoulder and the tender regard she saw in his eyes as she turned melted her heart.
“You must not look at me that way or I shall forget my resolve,” she thought as she fought back tears.
“Miss Bennet, Elizabeth,” he said and paused. Elizabeth’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was sure it could be heard above the chirping of the birds. His touch and the resonation of his deep baritone as he used her Christian name left her feeling that she’d be unable to deny him anything. She wanted him to draw her near and kiss her as he had before. She backed away until she was pressed against a large tree, as if backing away could stop her from doing something she’d regret or at least help her to escape his enticing smell of sandalwood. It reminded her of the kisses they had shared and the passion for an undefined “more” that she’d felt.
“Oh, my God, Elizabeth, are you afraid of me?” Darcy asked.
“No, no. Of course not. I am afraid of myself in your presence. I ...we must avoid the inappropriate behavior in which we have previously engaged even more so now that you are promised to Miss Bingley. And I am afraid that in the past I have encouraged this or not done all that is necessary to discourage this behavior. You must not think I will continue to encourage such inappropriate behavior.” Elizabeth could not move any further back and Darcy was leaning against the tree now with his hands on either side of her. So, she turned her head away to avoid looking into his eyes.
Darcy leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Elizabeth, I am not going to marry Miss Bingley.” He put one hand under her chin to redirect her attention to him. Her eyes were searching his face looking for clues as whether this was some cruel trick he was playing on her. “We have learned that the rumors were begun by Miss Bingley herself, all in a ploy to trick me into making an offer for her hand. She used my honorable nature against me. I wanted to come right away to tell you but there was no way to blurt it out in the middle of the parlor. And I know the others in your family are unaware of the predicament we have been facing.”
Elizabeth had to pinch herself to be certain she was not dreaming. She had not allowed herself to even fantasize that there could be a positive outcome to this dilemma. A positive outcome for her, she knew, could only mean wishing ill for another. And it was not conceivable to Elizabeth that even Miss Bingley could stoop so low and be so despicable.
“Is it certain? Has Mr. Bingley accepted this outcome? What is to become of Miss Bingley? Is not her reputation still in disrepair?” She had a thousand questions and they seemed to come pouring out. She began to cry tears of joy and Mr. Darcy used his handkerchief to wipe her eyes.”
“Miss Bingley’s fate, whatever it may be, is one of her own making. So, please forgive me if I can feel very little sympathy for her, especially in light of all that she has put us through in the last few weeks. Given how this rumor has been spread amongst the ton, it is unlikely she will find the prize she sought in me – a wealthy and respectable gentleman of the first social circle, but she is not without resources and will likely recover more quickly than is equitable.
“Elizabeth, Miss Bingley’s machinations almost caused me to lose my chance of marriage that would bring me the happiness and harmony in life I so want. With you, I have come to understand that a woman can be tender and strong at the same time, that she can respect me and still laugh at me and with me, and I have learned what a joy it is to share the simple beauty of the world with someone. Soon after we met, I came to admire your intelligence and wit. Since I have come to know you better, I have admired your passion and been bewitched by your charm. I admire the way you share your opinions without showing a disregard for others.
Elizabeth, I cannot imagine the world without you by my side. I will never be able to adequately express how fervently I admire and love you. Please consent to be my wife.”
“Yes, Mr. Darcy, yes. I will marry you. I never allowed myself to consciously hope that our union was a possibility, given the events of the last few weeks. I’m still not sure this isn’t a dream.”
“It is a dream, Elizabeth. My dream coming true.”
He kissed her tenderly, at first. But soon his entire body was pressing her into the tree, as he deepened the kiss. She slipped her hand under his waistcoat. Delighted and surprised at the feel of his muscular back, she pulled him closer still.
“Elizabeth, don’t tempt me further or I will not be able to account for my lack of control. When we are forced to run off to Gretna Green, your father will lose his good opinion of me,” he smiled.
“Mr. Darcy,” she began to tease, “if we continue to act this way, we will not have to run off to Scotland. My father will only force you to marry me here at Longbourn.”
Darcy smiled so that the deep dimples, that Elizabeth found so enticing, were prominent. “Madam, that would be no hardship so that offers no incentive for me to cease my display. You will have to do better than that.”
He turned more serious, as they turned and began their stroll back toward Longbourn.
“In fact, I think we should consider when we would like to get married, so that it is not decided for us. What is your preference, Elizabeth?”
“I think that we best make it a short engagement, otherwise we will risk frostbite in the woods.”
They both laughed and a short betrothal was agreed upon. Mr. Darcy sought Mr. Bennet’s approval when they returned and it was well received. He called Lizzy into his library after having given Mr. Darcy his consent.
“Lizzy,” Mr. Bennet began rather sternly, “are you certain of your regard for this man?”
“Oh, yes, Father. Mr. Darcy has my deepest regard and I believe we will be very happy together. He really is the best of men.”
Mr. Bennet’s eyes began to twinkle and his true feelings could no longer be hidden. “Yes, yes, I must admit I think it a good match except that Pemberley is so far away. Could you not find a gentleman closer to your dear Papa and Longbourn?” Mr. Bennet continued to tease.
“Papa!” Lizzy exclaimed as she hugged him.
“Mr. Bennet, you shall always be welcome at Pemberley, Sir. And I think you will rather enjoy its excellent library, if your daughter’s company cannot keep you entertained enough.” Darcy offered.
Mr. Bennet offered his hand once more to the young man, “And don’t be surprised, young man, by the frequency with which I take you up on that offer. You are taking my favorite daughter and there must be a price for that, you know.”
Mr. Bennet and Jane were the only Bennet’s not to be caught napping by the announcement. Mrs. Bennet went on with such profusion that even Jane was close to losing patience with it. Still, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were not too surprised that Mr. Darcy soon became Mrs. Bennet favorite and all meals and entertainment were directed to his tastes.
Epilogue
Jane and Bingley agreed to share their wedding day with Darcy and Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet was appeased by being able to preside over a larger production, seeing three of her daughters married and staying at the Darcy’s London home while they shopped for the young ladies’ trousseaux. Miss Darcy and Elizabeth were quick friends; Miss Darcy being happy with Elizabeth at first just because of the happiness Elizabeth brought to her brother. It didn’t take Georgiana long to realize Elizabeth was nothing like Miss Bingley and other young ladies she had known to show interest in her brother.
The wedding was certainly the social event of the season in Hertfordshire and was the talk of the ton. Many a society Mama’s dreams ended and quite a few young ladies had their hearts broken – or at least saw their hopes and dreams of fine gowns and jewels doused – with the marriage of the Miss Bennets. Mrs. Bennet was nearly overcome with happiness.
Over time, Elizabeth’s easy manner with Darcy gave Miss Darcy a new perspective on the marital relationship. Elizabeth’s ability to readily make friends of strangers and converse with neighboring landowners and tenants alike, were abilities Miss Darcy soon came to emulate. She learned that mistakes were acceptable if you learned from them and you were the first to laugh at yourself. Miss Darcy was even bold enough over time to express her pleasure that Darcy had not been trapped into marrying Miss Bingley, though she had no idea how close he’d come.
Miss Bingley did not attend the nuptials. She was ostracized by many of those among society she had formerly counted as her friends. Still, she was able to find a young man from America who was besotted by her beauty and false charm and was unaware of the talk among London society. His family had made their money in trade but they had made enough of it to support Miss Bingley in the style that suited her. She returned with him to his home in New York where she was an instant hit amongst society. Still, for many years her letters to Louisa reflected her continuing regret at having lost her chance to be in the first circle of London society as the wife of the wealthy, handsome and amiable Mr. Darcy.
The Colonel realized that he rather enjoyed investigating to get to the root of Darcy’s troubles. After speaking with Darcy and Darcy’s solicitor, he soon decided to make private investigation his full time profession. He sold his commission in the army and, as a retired Colonel, set up his practice in London. With the help of his cousin, society friends, and many friendly solicitors, Mr. Fitzwilliam’s business quickly grew to be quite lucrative and within two years his income was such that he felt comfortable and steady enough to offer for Charlotte Lucas’ hand in marriage.
Their family and friends were not surprised. Colonel Fitzwilliam made his intentions known to Sir Lucas when he started his business. Prior to that, when he felt he had nothing to offer her, he’d been careful to show no particular regard for Miss Lucas. They made a comfortable home in the city. Fitzwilliam often “blamed” Darcy for his decision to leave the army saying that seeing Darcy so happily situated in love made him want nothing less for himself. And he set out to prove that with a little determination and imagination even a second son can have the luxury of love and happiness in marriage.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that Elizabeth and Darcy anticipated their wedding vows, given how brightly their passion burned for each other. They were blessed with a bright-eyed baby girl eight months after their wedding but we don’t think anyone was really counting. They were too blinded by the parents’ happiness and besides, babies have their own time schedules.
Two years later, the Darcy’s were blessed with an heir but their family was not complete until there were two more – another boy and girl.
Jane and Bingley had a baby boy only a few month’s after Elizabeth gave birth to her first. As soon as mother and baby were able to travel, the Bingley’s purchased a new home at an estate neighboring Pemberley. The move was not just made to escape the profuse attentions of Mrs. Bennet but also to bring the two sisters and good friends closer.
With Jane and Bingley’s departure, Mrs. Bennet was forced to question how her behavior may have chased two such amiable people away. So, when she met Lady Matlock, who had heard much of Mrs. Bennet’s many improprieties, she was open to her suggests for improvements. She was extremely flattered to have someone of such noble background give her so much attention. She learned to keep many of her opinions and thoughts to herself and to speak in more hushed tones. However, she never lost her pleasure at sharing her family’s good fortune with everyone in the neighborhood.
The felicity of the Darcy and Bingley marriages became the envy of many a woman in the ton. Other men, seeing the happiness of Darcy and Bingley and learning there were more Bennet ladies at home, were eager to meet the Miss Bennets. Jane and Elizabeth took Katherine (for Kitty now preferred to be called by her true name) and Lydia under their wings, respectively, and, with the help and encouragement of their mother who had much improved, the young ladies were presented to society.
Lydia did find a military man – not a redcoat but an older naval officer of some distinction. He enjoyed her vivacity and she had learned to appreciate his wisdom and maturity. She was able to travel with him, before they settled down and began a family, and this brought them both great joy.
Katherine’s education was greatly improved and she was able to attract a young Earl who was enchanted by her beauty and serenity. They were not blessed with children but enjoyed each other’s company tremendously. They spent a great deal of time at their home in London, which was not far from the Darcy’s. It was known far and wide that you could always find an interesting and eclectic crowd at one of their many dinner parties.
Mr. Bennet kept his promise of visiting frequently, especially when the Darcys were in town and a call meant an easy day trip. He was impressed with the regard he witnessed between the couple and the respect Darcy bestowed upon his wife. Not that the respect was not deserved, but he was envious of their relationship and wished he had been wise enough when he was young to choose a wife he could both respect and desire rather than a wife who was only voluptuous, enticing and compliant.
He found tremendous happiness to learn that all of his daughters seemed to be happily situated took great joy in his grandchildren, was almost always amused by his wife and entertained by son-in-laws. Still, his best days, were in Pemberley’s library where he found the most tranquility when he could glimpse the Darcys strolling their park, arm and arm, and occasionally stealing a kiss.
THE END