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Chapter Fourteen

Thomas was waiting outside the coach, ready to greet Elizabeth and her father. He was about to offer his hand to help her board when Darcy stepped between them, and taking her hand and supporting her waist, lifted her into the carriage. He then turned to Thomas and quietly hissed, “I haven’t forgiven you for the liberties you took at the opera, Witherbee, so watch your step!” Thomas laughed and slapping Darcy on the back replied, “Possessive, aren’t we Darcy?” “Yes, indeed!” he growled back, good-naturedly.

Father and daughter sat facing forward and Darcy chose to sit opposite Mr. Bennet. He knew how difficult it would be to avoid bumping her knee or leaning his leg against hers. Heaven knows the scent of her lavender and the blush of her cheek would be distraction enough. For how many months had he longed just to be near her? And now he would have to suffer the sweet torture of her nearness with perfect restraint.

They caught up on news about family and friends, trying to keep the conversation light, and entertained each other with tales of travels past. Darcy was about to relate some of Bingley’s amusing stories of Italy when he stopped himself, and decided to save such precious information for another time.

After changing horses and enjoying a light meal, they returned to the coach where Thomas fell asleep, Mr. Bennet pulled out his book and Darcy and Elizabeth were left to enjoy their loving glances. “Have you brought a book with you, Miss Bennet?” he asked after several moments of silence.

“Oh yes, Mr. Darcy, two in fact. But unfortunately I find it impossible to read while traveling. I get dizzy somehow. I believe it has something to do with balance. Can you read in a moving carriage, Sir?”

“Oh yes, quite comfortably. I am fortunate in that regard. If I had a book of poetry with me I could read aloud to you, but the books I’ve brought are all about Wellington’s battles. Not the best choice to entertain a lady, I’m afraid.”

“That’s where you are wrong Mr. Darcy. I’m very interested in Wellington’s campaigns, as is my father. If you tried to read poetry to me I’m afraid he would object, but Wellington would do very well for both of us.” She gave him her most saucy grin and watched for his reaction.

He took out his book and was about to ask Mr. Bennet’s permission to read aloud when he saw the older gentleman nodding off. “Well, I suppose if I read softly, it won’t disturb anyone.” And so he began from the beginning, swearing that he had not yet started this book, when of course he had been half way through it, and entertained her for the length of their journey. Thomas and Mr. Bennet took their turns at reading aloud and many miles passed quickly by as they listened, then discussed the latest chapter.

On the fourth day of their journey, as Thomas began to recognize the names of each of the towns they passed, the mood in the coach became more serious. The purpose of their trip, now prominent in all their minds, gave them cause for reflection and anxiety. Darcy especially, was quiet and introspective.

They stopped for their noonday meal at a small country Inn and asked for a private room. Elizabeth left the gentlemen to refresh herself, and as she was about to rejoin them, found Fitzwilliam waiting for her outside the door. Taking her hand, he pulled her into a dark narrow corridor used by the servants and grinning mischievously, placed his index finger on her lips, and began kissing her cheek, then made his way down her neck and up again to her mouth. His kiss was ardent, yet tender, and exquisitely delicious. She could not have imagined it so good. She had lost all sense of where she was, when the clanging of dishes brought her back to her senses. Darcy moved to block her from view, but thankfully no one was coming their way. Bringing her hand to his lips again, he placed a lingering kiss inside her palm, then closed her fingers and whispered, “Elizabeth, I must speak to your father about Lydia. After the meal, find some reason to pull Thomas out of the room. This may be the last time I have the opportunity to speak to your father privately before Thomas finds Wickham. I must be clear on what he wants done.”

Just then the chatter of two serving maids made its way into their consciousness and they separated abruptly, each heading in a different direction. Elizabeth entered the small dining room and seated herself by her father’s side. As the serving maids swept in with their steaming dishes, Darcy slowly sauntered in behind them. “Ah, good! We are all here,” remarked Mr. Bennet, looking pointedly at Darcy. Now we can begin our meal.”

As soon as Elizabeth spirited Thomas out of the room, Mr. Darcy broached the sensitive subject. “Mr. Bennet, I believe that once we arrive at Kirkcaldy, events might unfold rather quickly and so I feel it prudent to discuss our plans now, while we are calm and clear headed. I know that you and your family would be much relieved to find Miss Lydia already married, but what do you wish to do, Sir, if that is not the case?”

“Why force them to marry, of course! What other choice do we have? Her selfish behavior may have already done irreparable harm to the future happiness of her sisters, but perhaps her marriage may in time soften the damage a bit. I only hope that I can meet his price!”

“I completely understand your feelings, Sir, but my heart goes out to your youngest daughter as well. I am sorry to have to say this, Mr. Bennet, but even if we can get Wickham to marry her, I don’t think he will stay with her long. Wickham has always felt that the only way he could make his way in the world would be to marry extremely well. That is why I have my doubts that they are already married. He has nothing to gain by marrying her; even if you give him your last shilling, it will not be enough for him. He will go through it in a year and abandon her to hunt for larger prey. By then, she may be with child and you will have an extra family to support.”

“Then what are you suggesting, Darcy? That I bring Lydia home unmarried and disgraced, to further poison the chances of her innocent sisters? If it were only Mrs. Bennet and myself, I would be willing to suffer any indignity, but……” Here he paused, his lips trembling. “Heaven knows I have not been a proper father to my girls.” Darcy tried to contradict him but he raised his hand to silence him, saying, “No, not even to Jane and Lizzy. I know that. But I could not look any of them in the eye if I were to place Lydia’s well being above theirs.”

Darcy felt his emotions well up inside him. He had been ready to do battle in defense of his plan, but now he was anguished by Mr. Bennet’s dilemma. He heard his own father’s words in his mind and heart. “You haven’t been a father yet, my boy.” After a moment’s contemplation, he realized what he could appropriately say.

“Well then, that shall be our main goal. If however, Wickham resolutely refuses to marry, I do have an alternative plan in mind, Sir. If we can prove that he never intended to marry her and that he restricted her movements in any way, forbidding her to go out at certain times, hiding her away or preventing her from corresponding with her family, we may have a good case for kidnapping.”

“But Darcy, she went along with him voluntarily! He did not force her to come with him.”

“Yes, but only because she believed that she was following her fiancé to the alter. That is where he deluded her. And she was so young and impressionable that I believe any court would see it as premeditated manipulation by a mature man of a vulnerable young girl. If he is found guilty, Lydia’s behavior will be seen in a new light. She will be seen as the victim of a crime rather than as, forgive me, a fallen woman! It will not be easy, regardless of what happens. But I wanted you to hear this option, should it be necessary to go in another direction.”

Mr. Bennet closed his eyes. What an exceptional man this was, sitting before him. He has put in far more energy and thought into my problems than I have! I have surely lost my Elizabeth to a better man, he thought. “Well, thank you young man. I shall keep that in mind. In any case, Lydia may give us as difficult a time as Wickham, I dare say. We shall have to wait and see how this last year has altered her.”

Although they arrived at the outskirts of the small village that was their destination in the late afternoon, they waited until dark to enter it. There they found their contact, who took them to the farm that was to be their home for the length of their stay. Only Thomas would go on to Kirkcaldy, on the pretext of seeking reconciliation with his father. Of course he knew his father would be in London at this time of year.

The farm belonged to a boyhood friend of Thomas’s and was spacious enough to provide them with the comfort and protection they needed. The coach was well hidden in the barn and their hosts had already spread the rumor that family from England would be visiting soon. They were shown to their modestly furnished, but very comfortable rooms on the second floor of the large house, and encouraged to make themselves at home in every part of it.

What a relief it was to be free of the confines of the coach. Despite the darkness and the cold, Elizabeth begged to be allowed to take a walk around the small garden close to the house. The lights from the windows provided enough illumination for a short stroll. “Well, I suppose there would be no harm if you had a strong gentleman to protect you,” said her father, winking at Darcy. But take this lantern with you so that I may be able to keep my eye on the two of you.”

“Yes, Papa,” chuckled Elizabeth as she kissed his brow. Darcy helped her on with her pelisse and they headed outside. She was hoping for a repetition of his affectionate advances, but he now disappointed her with his very gentlemanly behavior! He had given her his arm and caressed her hand as they walked and talked, but that was all. It seemed he took her father’s trust in him a bit too seriously, she thought.

He was sensitive to her frustration and leaned in close to whisper to her, “Elizabeth, my love, forgive me. I am keeping myself in check for the sake of our mission here. I was wrong to take such liberties this morning. I could think of nothing else for the rest of the afternoon, and I must keep sharp now. Until this business with Wickham is settled I cannot allow anything to distract me -- not even you. Although that seems impossible to me, I must try and you must help me.”

She suddenly felt selfish and ashamed. “You are right, Fitzwilliam and I will try as well. Perhaps we should go in then.”

Thomas settled in at the only public house in Kirkcaldy. It was run by an old gentleman that had worked at the Witherbee Manor house for many years. Old Mr. Miekle had become his father’s favorite billiards opponent, despite their difference in class, because he was the only one who could challenge Robert Witherbee at his favorite game. Now, years later, the two men had a keen respect and great fondness for one another. However Miekle had never understood Witherbee’s reaction to his son’s marriage and was genuinely saddened by their estrangement.

After unpacking his few things, Thomas made his way to the tavern where he knew he would find Miekle serving at the bar. They shook hands and shared meaningful looks before Miekle poured Thomas a glass of port. They talked of old times and the friends they had in common in Kirkcaldy, as well as Thomas’s life with Emily and the baby in London.

“Now you must have a bit of food with all this wine, my boy, or your head will swim away from you,” said Miekle, placing a dish of potatoes and hard-boiled eggs before him. He handed him a roughly woven napkin as well and nodded. Unfolding it carefully, Thomas found a message scrawled on a small piece of paper. “He comes in late, when most other patrons have gone. Wait!”

“I’ll take that bottle to that corner table, Miekle,” said Thomas, taking the plate of food with him. Positioning himself so that he could watch the entrance, he sat and picked at his food, allowing his mind to drift to happier times at Kirkcaldy.

A little before midnight Wickham sauntered into the tavern already a bit inebriated. Thomas recognized him from the miniature Darcy had shown him, but Miekle’s reaction left no doubt to his identity. “I’ll be closing up very shortly, Sir. What can I get you?”

Wickham order his drink, then turned to look around the room. “I’m not your only late night customer, Miekle, patience man.”

“Thomas rose from his seat and staggering slightly, made his way over to the bar. “I’ll have a proper drink now that I’ve finished my wine, Sir. Hand me that bottle of Scotch.”

“I will not, Witherbee. You’ve had quite enough! Look at you. You won’t be fit to see your family tomorrow if you keep drinking.”

“I’ve never known you to refuse a man a drink for pay, Miekle. What’s this? Playing nanny all of a sudden?” asked Wickham.

“Mr. Witherbee is an important man in these parts and I won’t cross him. Mind your own business, lad.”

Well then, Sir,” said Wickham, “I’ll be happy to share my bottle with you. I haven’t had a good drinking companion in quite a while. Come, shall we make ourselves comfortable?” And picking up the bottle and glasses from the bar, headed towards the table.

About an hour later, Thomas still had his wits about him, but Wickham was barely able to stand. “Allow me to help you home, Sir. It’s the least I can do for your kind generosity.” Feigning a bit of trouble with his own balance, Thomas helped the man up, and grasping him under one arm, pulled the other around his own neck and started out the door. “Lead the way, my friend,” he said.

Wickham allowed himself to be half dragged, half carried down a darkened lane and then pointed to a row of small, ramshackle houses down the next street. But suddenly he pulled himself free of Thomas and laughing aloud, tried to straighten himself saying, “Oh no, this is as far as you go. I’ll not have you in my business.”

Thomas backed off immediately. “Well, good night then, Sir. I’ll go back to my bed at the Inn. Perhaps we’ll meet again.” He turned and weaved his way back up the lane, pretending to lose his balance now and again so he could watch Wickham wind his way to his door. The stupid, drunken fool! Well, there was one thing to be said for having been born a gentleman – a gentleman could hold his liquor!

Despite the hour, and the slightly sick feeling in his stomach, Thomas saddled his horse and headed back to the farm. It was a definite advantage to know the countryside so well that he could navigate it in the dark. With Wickham in such a powerless condition, he knew it was the perfect time to look for Lydia Bennet. He doubted Wickham had the strength to even object.

The sound of his footsteps on the stairs woke Darcy immediately. He had never undressed and had only allowed himself to doze now and then, atop the bed, anxious to be ready for any possible developments. He met Thomas on the landing and hearing his short report, went to knock on Mr. Bennet’s door.

On hearing the knock and the voices in the corridor, Elizabeth awoke and jumped out of bed. Without thinking, she flew out her door and to Thomas’s side. “What’s happened? Are you all right, Thomas? Have you found her?” Only then did her immodest appearance occur to her. She was standing in her bear feet, her loose fitting linen gown, hanging off one shoulder, her thick, untied braid resting on the other. She lowered her eyes and excusing herself, hurried back to her room. Before she entered, she allowed herself one quick glance at his face. She blushed.

As they followed Thomas’s lead back to town, Darcy was grateful for the cover of darkness. He would not have been able to hide the ridiculous expression that was now on his face, for it revealed a combination of a silly schoolboy grin and pressing, raging passion. How could just the sight of her with her hair down have such an effect on him? As the picture of her standing there washed over him again, his mind registered what it had failed to recognize earlier. His ring was on her middle finger! Lord how he adored her!

They collected the parish constable and stormed the dingy flat with little effort and even less resistance. There they found Wickham, fully clothed, lying on top of the covers in his drunken stupor and Lydia, who had bolted upright at their entrance, clutching them to her chest. Upon seeing Darcy and her father, she began to rail at them for interfering with her life and ruining her happiness. “Go away! Leave us alone! Who asked you to come! You don’t understand!” she screamed over and over again. She sobbed and flailed her arms as Mr. Bennet tried to calm her.

But Wickham, who had fallen off the bed and onto the floor, roared with laughter. “Thank G-d! Take her away. I’ve had enough of her! What a leach that stupid girl is! I couldn’t get rid of her. Who could stand to live with her whining and complaining? You certainly know how to spoil them Bennet. I don’t think you’ll be able to give this one away! I’m sick to death of her!”

Mr. Bennet’s face was so red that Thomas feared for his health and Darcy decided to silence Wickham’s mouth. He pulled him up off the floor by his shirt and punched him in the jaw with all the frustrated energy his passion had produced. Wickham sank limply to the floor again as Darcy turned his attention back to Mr. Bennet.

“What have you done to him you brute!” Lydia wailed, trying to get to Wickham. But her father restrained her and finally when no amount of soothing or arguing would do; he slapped her soundly across the face and ordered her to dress herself. Stunned and humiliated, she quieted and began to gather her things.

“Are you all right, Sir?” asked Darcy, concerned by the Mr. Bennet’s irregular breathing. “Yes, yes, I’ll be fine. Give us a moment to pack up and we’ll come out.”

Darcy helped the constable drag Wickham’s body out of the room and all three waited outside while Lydia dressed and her father threw her clothes into the trunk that sat at the foot of the bed.

Wickham was safely locked in the tiny, windowless room that the Parish Constable used as a jail and Lydia’s trunk was stored in Thomas’s room at the Inn. Darcy and Mr. Bennet then bid Thomas goodnight. “You certainly made fast work of it, young man,” said Mr. Bennet, shaking his hand. I never expected matters to be resolved so quickly. Thank you Mr. Witherbee, my family owes you much gratitude!”

“We’ll come for you in the afternoon Thomas,” said Darcy. I’m sure we all need some extra sleep.” And with an affectionate slap on the back, bade him rest well.

They helped Lydia onto Thomas’s horse and led her slowly back to the farmhouse.

Elizabeth was dressed and waiting. She had made tea and set out some sandwiches and biscuits and was now pacing back and forth before the window. As they entered the house in awkward silence, she saw from their expressions that things had gone badly. She looked from one face to the other for an explanation but everyone avoided her eyes.

She opened her arms to Lydia who looked at her with anger and disdain, then lowered them and looked to Fitzwilliam for help.

“I think your sister would probably appreciate a hot bath before she goes to bed, Elizabeth. Let us heat some water in the kitchen. He took her gently by the elbow and led her away leaving father and daughter to talk in private.

“What happened Fitzwilliam?”

“The Constable has him, but he wants nothing to do with her. It’s clear that he tired of her long ago but she wouldn’t leave him. He was painfully rude to her and her embarrassment has made her more than resentful of our interference. This was not at all what we expected. What a mess, Elizabeth!” He hugged her to him. Her face nestled into the crook of his neck and for a moment the comfort they found in each other was immeasurable.

The tub was behind a screen in the kitchen and Elizabeth felt thoroughly ashamed as she watched Fitzwilliam Darcy, the Master of Pemberley, carrying pitchers of hot water for her ungrateful sister’s bath. How generous and kind he was! How had she not seen it from the first?

Once Lydia was asleep, Elizabeth came out of her room and was about to close the door when she heard Fitzwilliam whisper, “Don’t close it. I don’t trust her. I’ll stand guard tonight, Elizabeth. Go to bed, my love.”

“Has my father retired, Fitzwilliam?”

“Yes, I urged him to. He has had enough for one night. You’ll talk to him in the morning.”

“I want to stay with you for a while,” she said.

“But aren’t you exhausted, my love.”

“Yes, but I need to be near you Fitzwilliam. Just let me sit with you a bit.”

He brought two chairs from one of the bedchambers, and quietly placed them by Lydia’s door. Sitting down for the first time since his return, he raked his fingers through his hair, and leaned forward to support his head in his hands. Elizabeth sat quietly beside him, and taking his hand, noticed his bruised and bleeding knuckles. “You are hurt!” she whispered in distress. “Sh…. tis nothing, a badge of honor, actually.”

“She chuckled softly, then rose and stood before him. He raised his head and looked at her questioningly. Her eyes bore into his and before he realized what she was doing, she was on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nestling herself against his chest. “Please hold me, Fitzwilliam. Just for a little while. I need you to hold me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Posted on Friday, 30 January 2004

Darcy brought his arms around to envelope her. He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her curls and allowed himself to linger there happily. They were alone, it was quiet and the night stretched out before them. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

“How have I lived all these years without your love, Elizabeth? I cannot now imagine it.”

“Ummm” was all she said. Then lifting her face to his, she began placing gentle kisses across his jaw line, under his chin and at the edges of his mouth. He captured her lips and kissed her with such a hunger that after a moment he thought he might be frightening her and pulled back. “This is rather dangerous territory, my love,” he whispered. “I’m not afraid, Fitzwilliam.” “I know you are not and I am very glad…, but let us not begin what we cannot continue. If I take you to my bed tonight, I will not sleep without you again, Elizabeth. I could not bear that. The decision is yours,… this is Scotland after all. We could be married in the morning.”

She looked up at him longingly for what seemed an eternity and then allowing a mischievous little grin to play upon her lips, asked, “So shall I consider this my proper proposal?”

He stiffened slightly, fearing she was displeased with him and asked most seriously, “Would you sit here so that I can get on one knee?”

“No thank you, Sir, I much prefer this position,” she teased and gazed up at him adoringly. He seemed flustered for a while, unable to begin, until suddenly the look in his eyes changed.

“Miss Bennet,” he began slowly, “you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” She could see his eyes misting and felt her heart rise to her throat. “Almost from the very beginning of our acquaintance I have come to feel for you, a passionate, admiration and regard that has only increased with every passing day. My love for you at Hunsford was very sincere, but I do not believe I really knew what love was then. I have put us both through such agonies with my pride, my arrogance and my selfishness. G-d knows I don’t deserve you. But if you will have me, despite everything, I promise you that I will spend the rest of my days doing my best to make you happy. Please accept me, Elizabeth. I cannot live without you!”

Her tears flowed steadily down her cheeks as he spoke. Her eyes were riveted on his and her lips parted as she drew in breath after breath, unable to get enough air. When he had finished she cupped his face in her hands, and still weeping, kissed him so lovingly and passionately that it seemed as if their hearts would burst together and unite. They remained this way, kissing, weeping, hugging one another until he finally pulled her from him a bit and said in a rather formal tone, “ So I take it from your response Madam, that your answer is yes?”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” she laughed.

He rose from the chair, sweeping her up in his arms and began to walk towards their bedrooms. “Are you taking me to your bed, Mr. Darcy?” she asked in her most arched, playful tone.

“No, Miss Bennet, I am taking you to yours. I believe we would both prefer to have Jane and Georgiana beside us when we wed.” And with that he put her down in front of her door, kissed her brow and said adoringly, “You have made me so happy Elizabeth! Will you wear my ring to bed?”

Taking up his hand to her lips, she kissed each swollen knuckle and murmured, “I have worn it every night since you gave it to me, Mr. Darcy. But now that we are officially betrothed, I believe I shall simply leave it on.” She could see how happy this made him. “I shall sleep for a few hours and then relieve you from guard duty. Good night, Fitzwilliam.”

Thomas rose at about eight and although he certainly could have used a few more hours of sleep, he wanted to be ready when Darcy returned. He bathed and dressed and leisurely made his way down to have his breakfast. The small dining room was already crowded with visitors and local people, so he prepared his plate and sought out a quiet table in the corner to enjoy his meal.

He had brought along a paper from town that he had not had a chance to read and tried to concentrate on one of the articles, but his mind kept drifting back home. He missed Emily terribly. They had not spent a night apart since their wedding day, and despite the adventurous aspect of this trip and the excellent company, he wanted nothing more than to be at home with his wife and child. He had insisted that she visit her parents while he was away, as the thought of her being alone in that little flat worried him. He could not wait to get them out of there.

How splendid it was to have his first commission already! He would give Darcy a masterpiece! Then perhaps he could begin to make a name for himself. But more than anything, he wanted this structure to be a jewel in the already brilliant crown that was Pemberley. He knew that he would take pride in any structure he designed, but having been given the honor of creating an addition to such home humbled him and he knew it would become part of his legacy. He couldn’t wait to get on site to get a feel for the land, the estate and its neighborhood. Day dreaming in this way, he was completely unaware of the gentleman that had come to stand before him.

“Father!” He jumped out of his seat and stood gaping at the man and searching his eyes. “Father, what are you doing here this time of year? I thought you’d be in town. I did not come here to disturb or upset you. Believe me, Sir!”

The older gentleman shook his head. “Calm yourself Thomas. I know why you are here. And you are quite right, I was in town until Miekle wrote and told me of your coming. I came here to see you. This is a quiet, out of the way place for us to talk unnoticed.”

Thomas was shocked by his father’s little speech, but very happy to hear it. The hope he had cherished, yet not dared to verbalize seemed suddenly not so out of reach. “Won’t you sit down, Father? Can I get you some tea?”

“Yes, I’ll have a cup of tea with you,” he answered and leaned on his cane to ease himself into the chair.

Thomas returned with the tea and placed it before him. “How is Mother feeling?”

“She is suffering with her rheumatism quite a bit, so I will be taking her to Baden-Baden for the hot springs next month. She misses you, Thomas.”

“As I do her! I miss all of you terribly.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t think of that when you married that wench! I still can’t understand how you could lower yourself and do such a thing to your family!”

Thomas went white with disappointment and rage. He rose, trying to contain his anger and hurt. “Father, did you travel all the way here to tell me that? I believe you have said it many times before, to me and to the world. Surely you did not come here just to repeat it.”

“I came here to give you some money for the child. Let it not be said that Robert Witherbee would let his own blood go without. I know how poorly you live. I’m sure you can use this.” He put a bank note on the table between them.

Thomas stared at it for the longest time. He could not remember ever feeling quite so sad. “I will make quite sure that my son does not go without, Father. And Emily and I will provide him with what he needs to grow up happy and strong. The only thing I cannot do is explain to him why he must go without the love of his grandmother and grandfather. That, I will need your help with! Good day to you, Sir!”

He walked as calmly as he could out of the dining room and headed back to his room. He was going to pack his things and tell Darcy that unless they were planning on heading back to London tomorrow, he would go on ahead of them by post. His part was done and he wanted to go home.

As soon as Lydia was up, the whole household was aware of it. She ranted and wailed, swearing that she would not go home with them, but stay and defend her dear Wickham. Elizabeth did all she could to console and pacify her until she realized that she was simply playing into her selfish antics. Truly, she had had quite enough of her! She took her sister by the shoulders and looked at her more seriously than she had ever done before.

“I have not been a very good sister to you, Lydia. I did not take the time or trouble to help you see yourself as others see you, but that will now change. Papa has allowed Mama to indulge you and the rest of us got accustomed to that and were silent - but not any more! You have thoughtlessly shamed and humiliated all of us. You have been very willing to risk all our happiness for your romantic whim. You may have destroyed any chance of a decent marriage for your sisters and you dare to sit there and wail? You ought to be grateful that we came all this way to save you! Papa told me what Wickham thinks of you. Even if we could force him to marry you, do you think he would stay with you for long? He’ll either abandon you or chuck you into the street! Now if you want the continued love and support of your family, I suggest you beg Papa to forgive you and behave like you deserve it!” Visibly shaking, she let her go of her sister’s shoulders and walked out the door, closing it behind her and leaning against it to regain her composure. When she looked up she saw Fitzwilliam there, ready to embrace her. She leaned her head on his chest and allowed the beating of his heart to calm her.

When she felt a bit more settled, he took her down to the kitchen for tea. Her father was at the table, just folding away the newspaper and removing his spectacles to rub his eyes. “Don’t make yourself ill, Lizzy. It may be too late to have any lasting effect on her.”

“I’m not yet ready to give up on her, Papa, and forgive me, but either should you.”

“You are right, my dear, you are right.”

Darcy poured Elizabeth’s tea and fixed it the way he knew she drank it. Then he sat beside her and openly held her hand. She gave him a quick, questioning glance. “Your father has given us his blessing Elizabeth. We had a talk this morning.” He smiled and kissed her hand. She smiled back at him lovingly, then turned to her father and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa. Forgive me if I seemed disrespectful. We have all been so distressed.”

“Never mind that, Lizzy. You bring me much joy my dear and I wish you both every happiness. But perhaps today is not the day to discuss your engagement in front of your sister. Let’s try and keep her calm.”

“Agreed,” said Darcy, “but I will not have Elizabeth remove my ring to spare Lydia’s feelings. Hopefully she will be too self involved to notice. I do, however, wish to discuss the situation that we are now faced with before we head back to town, Mr. Bennet. It looks like a marriage is out of the question, unfortunately. That leaves bringing up charges of kidnapping or simply using his debts against him. It is your decision, Mr. Bennet.”

“I don’t believe that we can count on Lydia’s cooperating with a kidnapping charge, so there doesn’t seem to be an option, in my mind. I know how much you would like to get him off the streets, Darcy, I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It cannot be helped. It is I who am sorry for the way all this has played itself out. I almost feel that by finding her, we have made your family’s situation worse. But, that is ridiculous, of course. Had we not found her now, there surely would have been tragic consequences later on. At least we know she is safe.”

“Yes, well, I suppose the only thing left to do here is sign the papers at the Constables and collect Thomas before we head home. Lizzy, I’m sorry to leave you with the more difficult task of getting your sister ready. Perhaps we can even be on our way after luncheon.”

“Don’t worry, Papa. We’ll be ready.”

Chapter Sixteen

Two gentlemen were needed to witness the signing of the charges against Wickham, and Darcy handed over the list of creditors and amounts owed that Bingley had provided before they left. It was only a partial list, for it was growing daily now that they knew the path the couple had taken to Kirkcaldy. When the deed was done, and they had all shaken hands, the Constable asked if either of them wanted to speak to Wickham before they left. At first they declined, but then Darcy grew pensive and took Mr. Bennet aside for a few words in private.

“I’ll see him on my own, Constable,” said Darcy.

When they entered the room they lit some candles to provide the needed light and found Wickham stretched out on the cot with his hands behind his head and a smirk on his lips. “Thank you Constable. You may leave us.” said Darcy. “Do you think that wise, Mr. Darcy?” “Yes, it’s alright.”

“You must be enjoying this Darcy. Finally getting your proper revenge for your father’s affection for me! I still rankles that he loved and confided in me more than he did you, doesn’t it?”

“You’re quite right. Your relationship with my father still saddens me, but not for the reasons you think. Oh, there was a time that I was jealous of you. But that was anger; it felt good to hate you. But then I became a man and had to face the painful fact that my wonderful, all knowing father was just a man, and was sometimes wrong. He never really knew you Wickham. You made sure of that. It saddens me to know that he was duped, that you took such advantage of a man who cared and did so much for you! Can you imagine the expression on his face if he could see you now?”

Wickham’s eyes bore into him as he spat out, “What do you want Darcy? You obviously want something. Well tell me what it is and what you are willing to offer, and I’ll think about it.”

“What I want is to salvage, to whatever degree possible, the respectability of the Bennet sisters. I know their lives mean nothing to you, but your instinct for self-preservation has always been keen, so pay close attention. If you marry Lydia Bennet…

“It’s possible to get out of debtor’s prison, Darcy, but marrying her is a life sentence!” interrupted Wickham.

“Not necessarily. Hear me out. If you marry her, and swear on my father’s honor to go along with the story we fabricate about the marriage, I will pay your ticket America, India, South America – anywhere you wish, other than Europe, and give you three thousand pounds to start a new life. If you ever return to England I shall have you arrested immediately and then see to it that you don’t leave that prison alive.”

“But then poor little Lydia will be a widow, Darcy,” he laughed.

“Better your widow than your wife.”

“And what do we tell the blushing bride?”

“The truth. It’s time she understood what consequences are brought on by such folly. This is a marriage in name only. And don’t even contemplate any future extortion because once I personally put you on that ship, your reputation here will not be worth your horses’ droppings. No one in England will ever believe anything you have to say. Your life here will be over. Those are the terms. You have an hour to decide.” Saying that, he turned and left the room.

The rage that he had been suppressing was threatening to pour forth as he walked to the Inn to meet Thomas and Mr. Bennet. His hands trembled and perspiration beaded on his brow, but the brisk walk in the cold air helped to steady him. He had used his father’s honor to bait a man who knew no honor. He had taken the risk that all his father’s kindness and teaching had made some impression on the man. If it had not, then was he shaming his own father? He expelled the thought from his mind. It was done; there was no going back.

He found them at a table with a bottle of brandy, looking as bad as he felt. Thomas had just finished telling Mr. Bennet about his meeting with his father and could not bear to repeat it, but offered Darcy a drink when he joined them. “No, Thomas, I must stay sharp. I’ve just offered Wickham a way out for both us and I need my wits about me. What’s happened here?” he asked, looking at Mr. Bennet. He was given the short version.

Darcy dropped his head in his hands. At the moment his brain could not accept another problem. He needed Elizabeth. He needed to see her lovely face, to touch her cheek. The thought of her alone with Lydia at the farm suddenly upset him. They should not have left her on her own. “Thomas,” he said, “why don’t you go back to the farm with your things. Elizabeth is there with Lydia and I believe you could both use each other’s company. Mr. Bennet and I will follow in an hour or two.”

Thomas agreed and left them staring into the amber liquid before them.

As Darcy helped Mr. Bennet off with his greatcoat he overheard the last part of Elizabeth’s conversation with Thomas.

“That can’t be the only reason he came, Thomas,” she was saying. “If all he really wanted was to give you money, he would have sent it by messenger or post. No, Thomas, he must want more, much more. His pride is probably preventing him from telling you.”

“Then what would you have me do, Lizzy? I can’t accept the money and I won’t beg for his affection!”

“No, I can well understand that. But give him another chance to approach you. Don’t shut the door between you so quickly. What have you got to lose, Thomas?”

“Just another little piece of my heart, Lizzy. Anyway, we’ll be leaving soon. There’s not much time.”

“That is precisely why you should go and see him now. Just say that you’ve come to say good bye and let him take it from there.” She took his hands in hers and looked at him compassionately. “I know that Emily would advise you to do the same. So I am hereby making this request in her name. Try again, for the sake of your son.”

Thomas nodded sadly and Darcy took the opportunity to make his presence known. “I think Elizabeth is right Thomas. Would you like me to ride part way with you?”

“No, Darcy, this is something I have to do on my own.” Then suddenly realizing that something must have been resolved, he asked, “Well, how does it all end?”

“Where is Lydia, Elizabeth?”

“She’s there, sleeping on the couch, Fitzwilliam.”

“I think this news should come from your father, Elizabeth, and that I should be out of the room. But let me say quickly, that there is reason to hope. Why don’t you wake her and I’ll disappear.” He kissed her brow and squeezed her hand before accompanying Thomas out of the house.

Old Bailey opened the door and beamed with pleasure. “Master Thomas! It’s you! How wonderful. Come in! Come in! Your father just sat down to lunch, Sir. I’ll announce you.”

“It’s very good to see you as well, Bailey. But please, let my father know that I am here and ask him if he wishes to see me. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Intrude? How could you possibly….. Ah, yes. Very good, Sir. If you would care to wait in the parlor.”

Thomas wandered about the room. Memories came flooding in, but Bailey was back before he could focus on them. “Your father asks you to join him in the dining room, Sir.”

“Thank you, Bailey. I know the way.”

He strode into the room with as much self-assurance as he could muster and stood waiting for his father to look up from his plate. “So you’ve come to see me,” he said without raising his head. I suppose you’ve changed your mind about the check?”

Thomas shook his head in disgust. Why had he let Elizabeth talk him into this? “No father. We are leaving this afternoon and I simply came to say good-bye and to ask you to allow my mother to read this letter I have written her.”

“So you don’t want my money, eh? Well it’s a good thing you are so independent. Even if I would wish to reverse my settlement on your brother, I could not. It is out of my hands now, and you will never forgive me for it, I know.”

Thomas remained silent. He could not imagine where this was going and didn’t know what to say.

“So tell me, that little wife of yours. She’s a good, sweet little thing I suppose?”

“Emily is an angel. She is the best wife and mother a man could imagine. She makes me very happy father.”

“Well, at least one of my sons is happy with his wife! You know Edmund married a few months ago?”

“Yes, of course. I wrote to congratulate him. I thought you and mother were so pleased with the arrangement? She is a very fine young woman, I understand.”

“Fine young woman my …..! It was a stunning match. Her father is a Viscount, there was money, status. The girl is a mercenary. She wants almost nothing to do with the family and hasn’t been a very loving wife to your brother, if you know what I mean. In three months she hasn’t invited your mother over for tea! Just spends money, travels here and there, …….your brother is miserable and your mother is sick over it.”

Thomas remained silent.

“I think it would do your mother a great deal of good to see one of her sons happy. Do you think, after all that’s been said and done, you and Emily could…..”

“Yes, father, oh yes! It is all we have ever wanted - just your affection and your company. Emily will be thrilled to know you, believe me! She is a most sweet and generous soul! And Robert, oh G-d father, how you will love Robert!”

“Thomas, my boy,” his father began, “Forgive me. Please forgive me. I’ve been a stupid old man. I’ve put society above your happiness and I‘ve been taught a very painful lesson.”

Father and son embraced. It had been more than two long years since their estrangement and yet they were both willing to begin anew in an instant. They spent the next hour catching up a bit and making plans for the family’s reunion. When Thomas realized the time, Mr. Witherbee accompanied him back to the farm to meet his friends, and was surprised to be asked to witness a wedding.

The Darcy coach was taken out of hiding and Lydia and Mr. Bennet were the first to enter it. Elizabeth stood quietly outside the coach, her face showing her feelings all too clearly. “How can you forbid me to stand up with my sister, Fitzwilliam. She needs me! I want to respect your wishes but I don’t understand your reasoning.”

He pulled her further aside and pleaded softly, “Elizabeth, you must trust me. It is best that you are not there.”

“But why, Fitzwilliam? Why won’t you tell me?”

He could not bear to see her pain and relented. “When Wickham sees you, he will no doubt say something offensive to gall me and I’m afraid of what I might do. If he insults you Elizabeth, I think I could kill him! I beg you not to come.”

‘Oh my darling. How he has hurt you! You are right to suggest I stay behind. I’ll wait here for you all to return.”

The ceremony took no more than five minutes. Wickham did not look at Lydia, even when she begged him to take her with him. The witnesses, Mr. Miekle and Mr. Witherbee both signed the document, which was dated July 9th, but the previous year. It had been arranged that Wickham would remain in the custody of the Constable until Darcy’s men would fetch him. Thomas chose to ride home with his father and the rest of the party returned to the farm.

It was a solemn ride back to London but everyone acknowledged that Lydia’s situation was now somewhat hopeful. Few Meryton acquaintances would really believe the story, but no one would dispute it openly and hopefully in time, she would have a chance to make a new life for herself. The Bennet girls could refer to their poor abandoned sister with regret and perhaps evoke more compassion than scorn.

It was decided that even Mrs. Bennet and her daughters would be better off only knowing the official story, so Lydia was warned very seriously by her father to keep her own council. If she let the truth slip, she would again be endangering her sisters. And if she did that, she would be thrown out of the house. For the first time in her life she knew her father meant what he said.

When they changed horses late in the afternoon, Mr. Bennet and Darcy had an opportunity to stretch their legs as they waited for the ladies. Mr. Bennet tried again to express his gratitude to Darcy for all he had done. On previous occasions, Darcy had tried to assure him that gratitude was unnecessary, that he had acted on his own family’s behalf as well. But today he allowed Mr. Bennet to continue, grinning somewhat mischievously as he listened.

“I hate for you to feel that there is a debt between us Mr. Bennet, so, if you like, I will give you the opportunity to repay it immediately.”

Mr. Bennet chuckled. “All right Darcy. I’ll play along. What can I possibly do to repay such a debt, when I have already given you my most precious daughter?”

“Actually, Mr. Bennet, I believe you will think my request quite modest and to your benefit as well.”

“Do enlighten me, Sir. I am now most curious!”

Darcy turned serious and spoke candidly. “Mr. Bennet, Elizabeth and I have known each other for some time. Granted, we have not had, what you would call a normal courtship, but we have come to know and understand each other very well, especially over this difficult journey. We wish to be married as soon as possible and I have already made some arrangements to that end. I secured a common license before we left for Scotland and have thought of a way to speed up some of the more, shall we say, time consuming and frustrating feminine activities associated with a wedding.”

“Darcy, I knew you were clever, but this I must hear!”

“If you would allow Elizabeth to stay with her aunt and uncle when we arrive in town, my sister and our coach will be at their disposal to shop for wedding clothes. And if a gown can be ordered within the next few days, I am sure that our dressmaker can be persuaded to have it ready within a week. I will have my chef and kitchen staff travel to Netherfield and begin preparations there for the wedding breakfast and my secretary will see to the invitations as soon as Mrs. Bennet provides us with the names of your guests. The only other request I have is that your eldest daughter be allowed to come to London immediately to help her sister prepare. My coachman will bring you and Lydia to Longbourn and remain overnight to bring Miss Bennet back to London. I will, of course, send a trusted lady, Mrs. Annesley to accompany Miss Bennet back to town. If all this agreeable to you, I believe we could be wed in less than two weeks. How does the Sunday after next sound to you?”

Mr. Bennet was highly amused. “I believe that I shall truly enjoy having you as my son-in-law, Darcy. “But tell me, does Elizabeth know about all this?”

“I thought it wise to get your approval first, Sir?”

“Ah, so I thought. Do you not also think it wise to consult with her as to the wedding date? Believe me, my boy, it is best to give the ladies the impression that they have a measure of control over these things, even if they do not.”

Darcy laughed. “Yes, you are quite right. Your advice is duly noted, Sir, and will be acted upon it as soon as possible, but can I count on your help Sir?”

“You have my complete support, my boy. I don’t know that Mrs. Bennet will appreciate having all the happy arrangements taken away from her, but I dare say that she will have her hands full with Lydia.”

Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Tuesday, 3 February 2004

As the Witherbee coach neared London Thomas tried to persuade his father to accompany him to his father-in-law’s home to meet Emily and the baby, but he wisely declined. He could believe that Emily would give him a warm welcome for the sake of her husband and son, but he understood only to well the feelings that Emily’s parents must harbor for him. It would take time and the genuine proof of his esteem to heal the hurt they must have suffered at having their daughter so badly treated. He extended an invitation for them to come and dine the next evening instead. It would be just the five of them, an intimate party to begin rebuilding their family life.

Emily wept bitterly at the news. She had prayed for this reconciliation for so long but had secretly held out little hope for its ever coming to pass. When she had finally stopped weeping, and allowed her husband’s kisses and embraces to soothe her, she leaned back thoughtfully and said, “Thomas, do you think we could impose on your parents to come to us instead?”

“But why would you want all that extra work, Emmy? With the baby to consider, would it not be so much easier to go to them?”

“You may think me foolish, but I need to know that they are willing to come to us, to this flat and to accept us in our home, as it is. I want them to see that we have survived rather well, in spite of them. I’m being too proud, I know, but it would mean so much to me, Thomas. I don’t want them to think that we depend on them for our very existence or that my life depends on their very acknowledgement of me. Of course, I am very grateful to them for accepting me, but I don’t want them to know that. Is that very awful?”

“No, it is understandable after all the humiliation you have suffered. I want you to know, Emmy, that this reunion came about because their own suffering led them to this change of heart. It seems they need us as much, if not more than we need them. I don’t know that their motives speak well for them, but as Robert will benefit from it, I am more than happy to encourage them. But yes, I agree. It would be good for them to know how we live and care for their grandchild. I shall stop by my father’s club first thing tomorrow morning and leave him a note.”

She kissed him again and taking his hand, led him to the kitchen, to keep her company as she prepared a bite to eat. “And I have more wonderful news,” he said as he leaned back to admire her. “How would you like to spend the next three months at Pemberley, my love?”

“Pemberley? You must be joking!”

“No, Fitzwilliam would not hear of us being separated while I supervise the construction of the breakfast room and insisted that you and Robert come and live with me there. He is providing us with a little guest cottage about a mile from the great house, with servants, linens, food, everything. We only need bring our clothes! What do you say?”

“But they will be newly married, Thomas. It is not a time for us to be intruding.”

“That is precisely why we have not been invited to stay at Pemberley itself. When they desire our company, they shall call on us. At all other times we can enjoy the woods and fields and ponds of the property without venturing anywhere near the great house. Believe me Emmy, I’ve been through all this with Fitzwilliam. His very words were, “What difference does it make if you occupy the cottage alone or have your family with you. Elizabeth and I shall not be aware of you until we seek your company.” In fact we shall be there for almost two weeks before the happy couple arrives.”

‘Oh Thomas, the green of the countryside, the fresh air! How wonderful! But we must be at Hertfordshire for the wedding, Thomas. However shall we manage all that traveling with Robert?”

There will be coaches leaving from Pemberley a few days before the wedding. Many of the senior staff have been invited to attend and others are going to serve. But if you feel it is too much for you, stay with your parents until the wedding and join me afterwards.”

She turned to face him and putting her arms about his neck, stretched up to kiss him. “We have just been separated and I could not bear to see you go off again.”

“I’m very glad to hear it, Mrs. Witherbee,” said Thomas, as he returned her kiss and lifting her off the ground, swept her onto the little parlor couch.

Emily Witherbee felt a pang of guilt as she watched her mother-in-law struggle painfully up the stairs. She should never have insisted that they come to them. She had no right to put Jocelyne Witherbee in this uncomfortable situation. The frail, sweet natured lady apologized for her slowness and assured them that she had things well under control. It would just take her a little longer to navigate these stairs. But Thomas could not bear to watch her painful efforts and flew down to his mother’s side. He carefully scooped her up in his arms and deposited her on the top landing. “There Mother, are you quite all right?”

“Certainly, Thomas, there was no need for such gallantry. But it was lovely to be in your arms, my dear boy. I cannot tell you how I have missed you.” She kissed him lovingly on both cheeks and then turned to Emily who stood nervously waiting to be introduced. “And this must be your lovely wife, Thomas,” she said, as she took Emily’s hand. “What would you like me to call you my dear, Mrs. Witherbee or Emily?”

It was an obvious gesture to show her respect and Emily was touched and a bit taken aback. “Please call me Emily, Mrs. Witherbee. I am very pleased to finally meet you.”

“As am I, my dear! I do so regret…”

”Mama,” Thomas interrupted, “won’t you come inside and sit down? We must get you off your feet.” He led her inside and gently eased her into the most comfortable chair in the room.

What a lovely little home you have created, Emily! Is it not cozy, Robert? I must say it is most inviting.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Witherbee. We’ve been quite happy here,” replied Emily.

“As is most evident. My son looks extremely well. You have obviously taken excellent care of him, my dear, and I don’t think that a houseful of servants could have done any better.”

“And I much prefer Emily’s ministrations to that of a houseful of servants, Mama,” teased Thomas.

“Well, I can certainly understand that, my boy. You’ve chosen a very lovely and charming partner,” said his father.

“Thank you,” blushed Emily. “Little Robert is asleep, but I am sure that you are anxious to see him. Would you like to have peek at him in his cradle?”

Mrs. Witherbee was on her feet in an instant. “Oh yes my dear, please!”

They tiptoed into the bedroom and by the light of a dim candle had their first glimpse of their precious grandchild. They would have remained there admiring him indefinitely, had Thomas not insisted that they take advantage of the quiet to enjoy their dinner.

Dinner had its awkward moments but all in all everyone was beginning to adjust to the new family group. Mrs. Witherbee was most interested to hear every little anecdote about Robert’s development and Mr. Witherbee asked Emily about her family and the business they owned. Thomas’s new position and first client were also a happy source of conversation, but about half way through the meal, Mr. Witherbee broached a more sensitive topic.

“Thomas, my boy. Your mother and I were hoping that you would do us the honor of moving back home until you find a … more spacious place to live. We are all alone in that large house with so many servants. It would only be for a little while, we know. But it would make us so happy.”

“Father, that is very generous of you, but I believe that Emily has been the mistress of her own home for so long that it would be very difficult to live under someone else’s roof. We do thank you for the kind offer, but you need not worry about us. We will not be here long.”

Emily saw the disappointed look on her mother-in-law’s face and interrupted her husband. “You know Thomas, your mother and father don’t know about our going to Pemberley for the summer.” She then turned to her mother-in-law and said, “Mr. Darcy has generously offered us a summer cottage at Pemberley while Thomas is working there, so we shall be out of London for about three months. When we return, I would truly appreciate your help finding a nice, modest home in a comfortable part of town. Hopefully, by late fall we shall be resettled anyway.”

As if on cue to lighten the mood, little Robert started to cry and both ladies went to fetch him. Although he was hungry, he managed to entertain his grandpapa for a little while with his attempts at conversation through gurgles, and bubbles and squeals. And after he was fed, he enjoyed the benefits of an experienced pair of arms that held and rocked him most lovingly. His little eyelids were growing heavy, when a knock at the door startled them open again.

Thomas opened the door to find his brother standing there with his hat in his hand. “Is there room for yet another Witherbee at this little party?” he asked.

“Edmund,” cried Thomas, embracing his brother and pulling him inside. I’m so glad you came! We didn’t invite you because Father felt…..”

“I know, I did want to give you a chance to get to know each other first, but I was dining alone and felt damn sorry for myself, so I came, hoping you wouldn’t mind my dropping by.” His eyes suddenly fell on little Robert and he went to him with arms outstretched. “So this is your precious little man! How handsome he is! Will you come to your uncle Edmund?” he said, taking him from his mother and settling himself down on the couch. “Aren’t you an alert little fellow!”

Thomas laughed at his brother’s total fascination with his son and said teasingly. “Edmund, may I introduce you to a very important lady in Robert’s life? His mother, Emily Witherbee.”

Edmund jumped up in embarrassment. “Good Lord how rude of me! Forgive me Mrs. Witherbee. I meant no offense; I just got swept away by the sweetness of your son.” He bowed to her, a bit awkwardly, with Robert in his arms. “I am most happy to make your acquaintance and thank you for allowing me to barge in this way.”

“I am very happy to meet you as well, Mr. Witherbee, and please know that you are always welcome. Have you had your dinner or can I fix you a plate?”

“Well, there was food in front of me this evening, but I didn’t have much of an appetite for it. But now I suddenly find the aromas from your table very enticing. I’m not putting you to any further trouble I hope?”

“Not at all, Edm….. may I call you Edmund?” He nodded happily and accepted the offered chair. He reluctantly gave Robert back to his grandmother saying, “I get him back when I’ve eaten, Mama.”

When Emily was clearing the table and Jocelyne Witherbee was putting her grandson to bed, the three gentlemen sat and talked quietly over an aperitif. Thomas knew that time was of the essence concerning the question he wanted to ask his brother.

“Edmund, forgive me for even posing this question, and believe that I do so only because of my love for you and my concern for your happiness. Tell me Edmund, has your marriage been consummated?”

There was a long uncomfortable silence and Robert Witherbee suddenly needed to kiss his grandson good night. When their father was gone, Edmund shook his head sadly. “On our wedding night an attempt was made of course, but…. No, Thomas, she won’t allow me near her. She has made it very clear that this is a marriage of convenience and that she is perfectly comfortable with my having a “little diversion,” as she calls it. She cares nothing about providing me with an heir. She told me in no uncertain terms that she has no intension of suffering through childbirth to please me or my family. G-d in heaven, how could I have been so wrong about her? How could I have been so deceived? I really thought she cared for me.”

He hung his head and stared at the floor. Thomas put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and said softly, “But all is not lost then. Demand an annulment! The church will grant it if you can prove…. Insist on having her being examined by a doctor. I assure you she will not submit to that humiliation and will simply let you go.”

“You never know Thomas. She may be allowing other men into her bed. I wouldn’t know! She’s rarely at home. It could all backfire on me! And then there is the scandal to think about. Mama has been through so much. She was completely against what father did to you and has been suffering terribly since your estrangement. Now that she finally has you back, I don’t want to add yet another source of pain.”

“But that is where you are wrong. The only thing that hurts Mama is seeing you unhappy. She would suffer any indignity to give you another chance at happiness. Trust me, we shall do this sensibly. We shall hire someone to follow her for a while and see if there is someone else in her life. If there is, we’ll file for divorce on those grounds and if not, we will go ahead with the annulment. My new friend, Fitzwilliam Darcy will know the finest attorneys and be able to advise us. Don’t give up on your life Edmund, it is all still before you.”

“Do you really think so Thomas?” he asked with reddened eyes.

Chapter Eighteen

They entered the parlor and were warmly greeted by Georgiana who fought her shy instincts to welcome Jane Bennet as graciously as she could. She had heard such wonderful things about Jane, her beauty, her goodness, her sweet nature, and felt a bit intimidated by her. How could she compete with her for Elizabeth’s affection? Oh, she knew she shouldn’t feel this way – she was being foolish. Yet she had become quite possessive of Elizabeth’s attentions over the past weeks, and with Jane’s arrival in London was fearful of being displaced.

“I’m so very happy to meet you at last, Miss Darcy,” said Jane. I have a stack of letters this high from Elizabeth singing your praises. She is terribly fond of you. I hope you will accept me into your little circle as well, for I feel the loss of my sister already, although she has not yet officially left home.”

Georgiana looked at her with great admiration! Jane had feelings similar to hers and was not ashamed to voice them. What an extraordinary young woman she was. No wonder Charles adored her.

“I had always wanted a sister and when Elizabeth came into my life I felt myself truly blessed. But now I see that my happiness is only just beginning. We shall all have such a close bond, don’t you think?”

“Yes, that is what I was hoping for Georgiana and I can see by your sweet nature that I shall not be disappointed.” They chatted a few minutes more until Georgiana excused herself to see to her other guests.

As Georgiana moved to greet the Gardiners, Jane looked beyond her into the room and saw him standing there timidly smiling at her. His eyes seemed to be searching hers for permission to approach and when she offered him but half a smile, he began to move towards her. He bowed to her and holding out his hand for hers, said. “Miss Bennet, I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you. You are looking very well. I hope you had a pleasant trip to London.” He bent to kiss her hand, but no sooner had his lips touched her skin, than she pulled her hand away, lowered her gaze and asked him to excuse her. She went to Elizabeth’s side, leaving him stunned and red faced.

He steadied his breathing and joined Darcy and the Gardiners in their conversation, but all the while watched her from the corner of his eye. She was obviously distracted, but she made every effort to appear engaged in the conversation of her companions and avoided his gaze. “She must hate me,” he thought. “She has never forgiven me for leaving her so abruptly. I’ve come here for nothing this evening!”

Everyone sat down as the canapés and drinks were served. Elizabeth took a seat next to Bingley leaving Jane with Georgiana and her aunt. “I am late in my congratulations to you on the wedding of your sister, Mr. Bingley. Is the happy couple still in town?”

“Why yes, Miss Bennet. They will remain here until the heat drives them to the country. My new brother-in-law has a home in Shropshire.” Then looking down and fingering the rim of his wine glass he asked very softly, “Is your sister feeling well, Miss Elizabeth?”

“Quite well, Mr. Bingley, although a bit tired from the journey here I would imagine. And of course, there has been such emotional upheaval at home.” Then placing her hand on his, and looking into his eyes, she said, “You must be patient with her, Sir. She just needs a little time.”

He gave her a little smile, so grateful for her kind and sensitive words. “I shall Miss Bennet, I shall.”

Darcy joined them at that moment, and taking Elizabeth’s hand in his, kissed it unashamedly several times. “Would you like to invite your guests into dinner, Madam?”

“Fitzwilliam! It is not my place to do that! Georgiana is still the Mistress of this house and I am very happy to have a few more days without that awesome responsibility, thank you.”

He laughed, stroking the hand he was still holding, and leaning in towards Charles, said, “Make sure you are quick to seat yourself near Jane. We felt it would be awkward to put down place cards for such a small party.” And saying that, he rose and nodded to Georgiana who invited everyone into the dining room.

He attempted to offer her his arm to escort her in, but she pretended not to notice and hooked hers into her uncle’s. When they approached the table, Darcy pulled out a chair for her and Bingley came to claim the one beside her, but just at the last moment she turned abruptly and went around the table to place herself between her sister and her aunt. Everyone froze in their places. Elizabeth drew in her breath sharply and looked at Fitzwilliam in distress. The silence and tension was palpable.

“Charles, won’t you sit by me?” urged Georgiana suddenly. “We haven’t had a chance to chat in so long!”

“Yes, Georgiana, I’d love to. I have many wonderful stories to tell you about Italy. Have I related the one about Caroline falling into the canal?” Everyone laughed and Darcy exclaimed, “You must share that one with all of us, Charles.” Equilibrium restored, they settled down to enjoy their dinner. Charles no longer looked Jane’s way, and she remained quiet and embarrassed for the rest of the meal.

Before the gentleman retired to the billiards room for their brandy and cigars, Fitzwilliam pulled Elizabeth aside. “What is happening with Jane, Elizabeth? She is publicly humiliating him. You assured me that she cares for him?”

“She does, Fitzwilliam! She loves him! But this is happening too quickly for her. You forget that she doesn’t know of your interference or Caroline and Louisa’s failure to tell him of her visit. I know how her mind works! I am sure she believes that he is only being courteous to her out of respect for you as his friend. You were hoping to get them back together in an evening, but things don’t necessarily work out that quickly.”

“But it’s ridiculous! They are both pining for each other, yet they can’t say a civil word to one another!”

At this she burst out laughing. “How quickly we forget!” she chuckled.

“I don’t understand, Elizabeth,” he said, apparently very frustrated. “What is so amusing?”

“My G-d, Fitzwilliam, have you forgotten already how we behaved towards each other for months on end. Were we not also very much in love and yet misunderstanding each other at every turn?”

He suddenly turned very red, and shaking his head in self-reproach, leaned in to embrace her. “I’ve been a fool to think that I could fix this mess by simply bringing them together. I was hoping that they could share our wedding day, but we can’t rush them, I suppose. I will have to abandon my plan and let things happen in their own good time.”

She laughed at him once more. “You are a meticulous planner, my love. You proved that in Scotland. But short of locking those two in the library and not letting them out until they are engaged, I don’t know what we can do.”

Their eyes locked and they stared at each other as the scheme formulated itself in their minds. “Are you up for a tour of your new home, Elizabeth?” he asked playfully.

When they returned to their guests, Darcy suggested that they postpone the brandy and instead accompany him as he showed Elizabeth around her new home. He was most anxious to give her a tour and it would be most advantageous to have the rooms viewed by her more experienced aunt. Perhaps she would have some suggestions to make as to improvements.

Seeing Elizabeth’s excitement, and not wishing to disappoint her, they all agreed to the plan, except for Georgiana, who decided to stay behind to help arrange the Viennese table for their dessert in the music room. They followed Darcy into the foyer where he collected the ladies’ wraps from Benson, and said, “Normally I would save the best for last. But as it only gets colder the later it gets, I feel we should go out now.” He led them through what everyone had thought was a pantry door and out into an inner courtyard that had a magnificent fountain at its center and beautifully trained Japanese maples in all four corners. The soft glow from lit torches illuminated the fountain and the trees. Exquisitely crafted furniture created an outdoor living space the likes of which, Elizabeth had never even imagined. “I enjoy bringing a book out here in the early morning or late afternoon in summer. We often luncheon here as well. It is my most favorite room in the house. How do you like it, my love?”

Elizabeth was overwhelmed. “It is so beautiful, so peaceful. One could easily forget we are in London.”

“That is precisely its purpose,” he said and then added, “Shall we continue this way? Aunt Gardiner, let me have your arm, for I fear that the steps here are not sufficiently lit.”

Taking her cue from Fitzwilliam, Elizabeth linked arms with her uncle, leaving Bingley and Jane to follow.

They strolled from room to room, remarking on a painting here or an especially beautiful writing desk there, until Darcy finally led them into the library. Its rich, warm shelves, covered with beautifully bound books, were enhanced by the deep oriental carpet, leather furnishings and the floor to ceiling windows. There was a very simple and elegant chandelier at its center, but candelabras of all shapes and sizes were placed conveniently about to ensure comfortable reading.

“Your father shall never want to leave this room once he has entered it. Don’t you think so, Lizzy?” asked Uncle Gardiner. “I believe you are right, uncle. Perhaps we had better not invite him, Fitzwilliam,” she chuckled.

“Well, what is left to be seen are the guest bedrooms, our old nursery and the attics, which are not of much interest to anyone. But I would like to show you the view of London from this top guestroom window.

Before heading out the door, he turned to Bingley and said, “Oh, Charles, will you show Miss Bennet that book on butterflies we purchased the other day. It’s on the table by the globe. I believe you enjoy embroidering tiny flowers and butterflies on your handkerchiefs, do you not, Miss Bennet? Well, you will get plenty of inspiration from this book. The illustrator is documenting all species of butterflies and his artwork is remarkable.”

They stood staring down at the carpet until the voices of the little group grew faint. Bingley tapped the tabletop nervously as he struggled with what to say to her, then decided to keep it light. “Ah, yes, here it is, Miss Bennet. Come look at these gloriously thick and glossy pages. The colors are striking, are they not?” He had opened the book to a page for her view, but her eyes remained on the carpet.

“I wish to apologize to you for my behavior at the table, Mr. Bingley. I am so sorry for having offended and embarrassed you. But at the moment I felt most uncomfortable and needed to be near my sister.”

“No apology is necessary, Miss Bennet. I am only sorry that I make you so uncomfortable.”

“Well, it is a rather awkward situation, is it not? I mean, we are forced to be in each other’s company now, but I do not wish our prior acquaintance to cause you any discomfort. We can easily pretend to be casual acquaintances for Elizabeth and Darcy’s sake, don’t you think? You need not treat me with anything more than simple civility Sir. Indeed, I believe that would be best.”

He was deeply upset by her little speech and did not know how to answer her at first. Finally feeling he had nothing more to lose, he came to stand before her and said, “Miss Bennet,… Jane, you are more than justified in hating me for what I did last November. I left Hertfordshire without a word or explanation and then disappeared like a coward. But none of that was done because my feelings for you had changed. Indeed, they have always been the same. I hope it will not distress you to hear it, but I have loved you, my sweet Jane, almost from our very first dance together and although it may be difficult for you to believe, I have continued to love you and remained constant to you since then.”

Her shock was very great and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she gasped in disbelief at his words. She took two small steps backwards, losing her balance a little and he came to grasp her back to prevent her from falling. Taking her hand and placing his arm around her waist, he brought her to Darcy’s large easy chair by the fire.

“I’ve upset you further. Forgive me.”

“How can it be that you loved me, and were willing to abandon me?” she asked, her eyes tearing.

“I was weak and stupid and allowed myself to be influenced by those who disapproved of our union. You see, when we left Netherfield, I only thought to be gone for a few days. But when we got to town my sisters convinced me that you did not care for me, that you, forgive me for even saying this, were only interested in improving your family’s financial situation through marriage. I did not believe them, Jane, but I foolishly agreed to wait until you wrote to my sisters to prove your interest and affection.”

“But I did write and asked after you several times! I even swallowed my pride and made a visit to your townhouse when I came to stay with my aunt and uncle. You never responded or even acknowledged it!”

“Only because I knew nothing of it, I swear to you! Your letters, your visit, were all kept from me and after a while I had to admit that my sisters were right. I only found out about this horrendous deception six weeks ago and was ready to ride to Longbourn the next morning to see you. But Darcy needed my help with Wickham, and time was of the essence, so I delayed my trip. As soon as they returned I wanted to leave again, but Darcy told me you were coming to London in two days time. This must be very difficult for you to believe, but it is the truth, Jane. One of the reasons that I was so willing to go on that tour to Italy was that I thought I might be able to forget you there. But I could not, not for a moment. Everywhere I went, I bought beautiful things for you, although I never thought I would have the pleasure of giving them to you.”

He took both her hands and kissed them, then removing his handkerchief from his pocket dried her eyes and looked longingly into them. “Is there still a chance that you might accept me, for all my weakness and blundering? I do so love you, Jane.”

She dabbed her eyes once more and staring at her hands in her lap, said, “If your family disapproved of me before, they will surely be against our union now. I have nothing to offer you but shame and humiliation. That is not a basis for a very happy marriage.”

“I care nothing for what others think or say. Caroline and Louisa have put their own selfish desires above my happiness, have lied and manipulated me cruelly. I will treat them with respect, but I hold no love for them in my heart. It is you who holds my heart, and if you will have me, I will be the richest, proudest and happiest man in all of England. Please, darling Jane, if you care for me, even a little, consent to be my wife. Share your life with me. It is all I want.”

“Charles! I do love you! I always have. I cannot believe that this is actually happening. I had lost all hope of ever having you. Can it really be that you still want me?”

“You are the only thing that is missing from my life. Tell me that you feel the same.”

“I do feel the same. I love you Charles, and I will marry you!”

He caressed her cheeks and then holding her there, leaned in to kiss her. He thought she might pull away, but she did not and they remained this way for some time. When they rejoined the group, nothing was said. But Elizabeth could see by the color of her sister’s cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes that all had been settled.

When Jane had finished washing up, she found her sister curled up on her bed waiting for her. “Well………? How long are you going to keep me in suspense?” asked Elizabeth.

“Oh, Lizzy! I would never have believed it. He loves me! He has loved me all this time! Although he was obviously not sure enough of himself to withstand the manipulations of his sisters. But I cannot hold it against him, Lizzy. He is so trusting.”

“Hopefully, he has learned to trust his own instincts over those of others,” replied Elizabeth. “I have been sure of his love for you from the beginning, Jane, and I am so happy that it has finally been declared. So is it settled? Did you accept him?”

“Of course I did! How could I not? He will travel to Longbourn tomorrow to speak to Papa and then we will set a date.”

“Fitzwilliam and I have a date we would like the two of you to consider. What do you say to sharing our wedding day? Would it not be wonderful Jane?”

“But your wedding is in less than ten days, Lizzy! How do you imagine that we could manage it?”

“Well, we could have you fitted for your dress tomorrow. I already know the one you fell in love with. It did not suit me when you suggested it, but it is perfect for you! The rest of the wedding clothes can be ordered over the next few days. And if they are all not ready on time, what does it really matter. The rest of the arrangements have already been taken care of. You need only add on Charles’s friends and relations to the guest list.”

Jane suddenly became rather pensive and quiet. “I am not sure that I am ready, Lizzy? It frightens me a little,” she admitted.

“Are you anxious about living with Charles?”

“No, not at all. I don’t know that I’m ready to take on the responsibility of Netherfield just yet. I haven’t had time to think.”

“On that subject you have my complete understanding. Moving away from all of you and becoming Mistress of that great house frightens me terribly. But Fitzwilliam assures me that all the staff is most anxious to help me and see me succeed, and I am sure that the same will be true for you. Happily, Caroline and Louisa won’t be there to interfere and I suspect that Charles will make them wait quite a while before inviting them to visit.”

“How do you think Mama will feel about my marrying so quickly?”

“I think the question you should be asking yourself is, “Do I want to remain at home for at least three months listening to Mama planning my wedding and my life?”

“Oh and Lizzy, you shall not be at home to help me through it! And Lydia will be impossible! I think I have just made a decision. And I cannot imagine that Charles will have an objection,” she giggled.

Chapter Nineteen

Posted on Saturday, 7 February 2004

“Mr. Darcy.” began Mrs. Bennet a bit hesitantly, “is it really necessary to invite so many of your servants to the wedding ceremony? The church is rather small you know. I don’t see how we can make everyone comfortable.”

“I have only invited those servants that have been with my family since my childhood, Mrs. Bennet. I believe that each of them, in some small way, has had a hand in my upbringing, and I could not imagine denying them the joy of seeing me wed. But I assure you, Mrs. Bennet,that they will not take up any of the pews. They will be content to stand in back of the church or against the walls.”

Elizabeth tried to hide an amused smile and squeezed his hand most affectionately as it rested on her thigh under the table. They had made it a habit to hold hands as discreetly as possible when they dined together and had become rather adept at eating with one hand for most of the meal. Mr. Bennet was bursting to tease them about it, but his high regard for Darcy wisely restrained him and allowed the betrothed couple this simple liberty.

Once the wedding dresses were ready, Fitzwilliam Darcy had sent his fiancé and her sister home in his coach while he remained in London to attend to legal matters concerning his marriage. He then traveled home to Pemberley to prepare his staff for the proper welcome of their new mistress. He had no doubt that Elizabeth would win their respect and admiration very quickly, but he wanted her first few weeks at Pemberley to be absolutely free from any anxiety. Her opinions and wishes were not only to be respected, but valued, and it was of the utmost importance that everyone understood their role in making her feel at home. He also had to meet with Thomas to approve the final plans and arrange for the living accommodations for the thirty some odd craftsman who had been hired to do the actual construction.

All these tasks had separated him from his beloved for nearly a week and although that had been difficult, he believed that in many ways it was easier than sitting in her parlor and making polite conversation with her mother, while his desire for her increased and his patience was tested. Now two days before that blessed day, sitting at the Bennet’s table, he was fortified with the knowledge that they would soon be on their own.

Elizabeth had spent the last few days quietly preparing herself for her departure from her childhood home. She roamed the wooded paths and lanes she loved so much, saying good-bye to her favorite places, treasured glades and streams. Certainly, she would see them again, but the life she had once lived here was past.

In the house, she found herself feeling more and more disconnected from her family somehow, as if she no longer belonged. And as she watched and listened to her mother and sisters fuss and squabble, she was aware that she was viewing them as a stranger would, from the outside in. She would miss Jane and her father terribly, even her mother and sisters at times, she was sure, but there was no doubt that she was ready to leave this life for the one she would share with Fitzwilliam.

It had been decided that the betrothed couples would not see each other the day before the wedding, so when, in the late afternoon of that anxious day, the Bingley carriage pulled up in front of Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet went quite distracted. “What do they mean coming here today!” she cried, indignantly.

But it was only a footman that emerged from the coach holding a beautifully wrapped box and note. Now Mrs. Bennet was all excited anticipation. “Oh this must be a very special piece of jewelry for you to wear on your wedding day, Elizabeth,” she said. “I am sure that Mr. Darcy has purchased something very costly and very fine!”

The footman bowed to the ladies and presented the gift to Jane, “This is for you, Miss Bennet, from Mr. Bingley. Both gentlemen however send their heartfelt regards to the entire family.” His duty done, he turned and headed towards the coach.

Mrs. Bennet almost snatched the gift out of Jane’s hand, but remembering her promise to her husband, restrained herself, and bade her daughter to open it quickly. Jane grew quite pale and begged to be excused to read her note and open her gift in private. She assured her mother that she would be down shortly to show her the gift.

When she did not return after fifteen minutes, Elizabeth did not have to be encouraged to seek her out. She found Jane at her dressing table, a most exquisite tear-drop pearl and diamond pendant resting at her throat, and her face awash with tears.

“Jane, what could possibly be upsetting you so? It is simply beautiful, is it not?”

“It is the most elegant and beautiful piece I have ever seen,” said Jane. “He bought it for me in Venice … imagine, before he even knew I would be his. How can I not wear it tomorrow? How can I disappoint him,” she wept.

“Are you saying that you don’t want to wear it? But why Jane?”

“It just won’t feel right. I have always pictured myself at the alter in my simple cross. I can’t wear such an elegant necklace, especially…..” Here she paused and looked away from her sister. “We had both decided to wear our crosses and that is what we shall wear,” she said in a most determined manner.

“Dear, sweet Jane,” laughed Elizabeth, “You are thinking of me, I know, and that is ridiculous! Do you think I feel slighted that Fitzwilliam has not sent me gift? I have no doubt that he will shower me with far too many extravagant and beautiful things. Charles has had this necklace for some time and has been dying to give it to you. Do not disappoint him. Besides, how could you not wear a piece that goes so magnificently with your dress? It will be striking!”

“I do not wish to be striking, Lizzy, only beautiful in his eyes. And I want the two of us to be equally attired. But I will hurt him terribly if I don’t wear it, won’t I?”

“In everything of importance we are equal, dear Jane. We both have been blessed to wed men we love and admire. Now do not spoil this happy moment with silly tears and come show Mama your gift or she may have an even greater attack of nerves.”

Alone in her room at last, Elizabeth sat before her dressing mirror before going to bed. How would she ever get any sleep tonight? She stared into the mirror, examining her face, as she had so many nights before and thought of that evening nearly two years ago when Jane had first expressed her desire to marry for love.

“If I could but love a man, who would take me for fifty pounds a year, I would be very much pleased. But a man like that could not be sensible, and I could never marry a man who wasn’t sensible!” She smiled to herself as she remembered her words. “What has your love for me done to you, Fitzwilliam?” she laughed softly to herself. “I believe the last time you were truly sensible was at Hunsford, and how I made you suffer for it. May you never regret me, Fitzwilliam.”

The church was bursting with people. They lined the walls, leaned in through the open windows and stood at the back, waiting for the ceremony to begin. As the organ began to play, the guests quieted down and turned their attention to the entrance of the church. Darcy and Bingley, both very nervous, but looking extremely dashing, came slowly down the aisle and then turned to await their brides. Bingley’s face beamed as he anticipated Jane’s arrival, but Darcy’s face was frozen in anxious solemnity. This was the moment that he had yearned for, had prayed for these many months and he was gripped by the weight and the significance of the moment.

When she entered the church on her father’s arm, he was vaguely aware of a vision in flowing white organza, and he sought out her eyes to assure him that she was quite real. The corners of her mouth drew up and her eyes brimmed as his loving gaze pulled her down the aisle to his side. When she stood beside him he slowly released his breath and allowed himself to believe that she would finally be his.

Bingley said a little prayer of thanks as he watched his beautiful angel approach him. How did he come to deserve such a woman? She was everything he had ever dreamed of, and she loved him. She actually loved him! Walking beside her father now, her regal carriage and her confident stride revealed the strength she had gained in the very short period of their engagement. His love had allowed her to blossom. And on her glowing skin lay the pendant he knew she was meant to wear.

Their vows exchanged, the happy couples clasped hands and came quickly up the aisle to the good wishes, smiles and embraces of the entire congregation. They bounded out into the sunshine and under the green bows held high by those they loved. Darcy kissed Georgiana with such force that she nearly fell backwards into Colonel’s arms. They all began laughing and joined together in a warm embrace, congratulations and good wishes flowing from their lips. Darcy then suddenly searched the crowd and sought out Mrs. Reynolds who stood at the edge of it, dabbing her eyes.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy,” she said tearfully as he approached her, “I am sure that your dear mother would be so proud and happy today!”

“I know she is, Mrs. Reynolds, for I can see her in your eyes.” And with that he placed a little kiss upon her cheek. She blushed furiously, giggling like a schoolgirl. “And thank you for your good wishes,” he continued. “May I present your new Mistress, Elizabeth Darcy?”

“What a blessing you bring to our house, Mrs. Darcy. We have not seen our Master so contented since…..I can’t remember when, and we all look forward to you arrival at Pemberley.”

“Thank you Mrs. Reynolds, I too look forward to coming home. And thank you, Madam, for taking such excellent care of my husband all these years.”

The couple was then surround by other well wishers and they graciously accepted the honors being paid them, as they slowly made their way towards the carriage.

Once on their way, they sat and stared at each other for several moments, until Darcy leaned in slowly to embrace her. He caressed her cheek, then placing his left hand on the back of her neck, drew her to him for the intimate kiss they had both been waiting for.

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