Section I, Section II, Section III
Chapter 9
The soirée at the home of Sir William had further compounded Mr. Bingley's fixation of Jane and in the hope of furthering his cause he suggested his sisters invite her to dinner. As it was always wise to quiz the lady your brother was interested in while he was not present, they agreed, as both Caroline and Louisa had more than adequate experience in assessing his loves and taking action accordingly. The gentlemen were dining with the officers of the visiting regiment that night so they would have no interference.
At Longbourn, Jane was feeling similar to Mr. Bingley although not ready or able to express it quite the same way. Instead she and Elizabeth engaged in the wishful and yearning chatter usual to girls since time began.
'Oh Jane, when do you expect to see Mr. Bingley again?' asked Elizabeth.
'I never expect to see him, Lizzy.'
'But you will and you do.'
'Oh yes Lizzy. I do want to see him again. I want to see him every minute.'
'Tell me Jane, How high are your expectations? Do you think that he will make you an offer? I will not tell Mama.'
'That is quite beyond my thinking at the moment, Lizzy. I cannot be so lucky. Oh Lizzy, can you imagine being married?'
'No I cannot!' stated Elizabeth.
'Lizzy, have you ever had a man get really close to you?'
'Jane! Has Mr. Bingley tried to hold your hand when you were not dancing?'
'No!'
'Jane, tell me the truth. Have you touched him?'
'No! But his hand brushed mine when we were talking last night after supper and he didn't move it away. He left it there and after a moment I moved my hand away.'
'Oh Jane!'
'Stop it Lizzy. Now I am blushing.'
'And so you should. How exciting Jane!'
'Yes and are you excited? Charlotte has told me that she has seen Mr. Darcy watching you.'
'And Mr. Bingley watches you.'
'Mr. Bingley says he is a true friend. He always refers to him as such.'
'And Mr. Bingley could never be wrong!'
'Now you are teasing me, Lizzy.'
'No doubt but I really have no desire to know Mr. Darcy any better than I do. He exhibits no desire to know us better.'
Elizabeth wandered on in thought.
'Are you thinking of those pants he wears, Lizzy?'
'Jane Bennet! Such silly thoughts. Would you have me like Lydia?'
'No Lizzy. But you are thinking of something to do with the gentlemen.'
'I was actually thinking what it would be like to be married. How strange to be mistress of a house.'
'Yes it would be strange but I would like it so, Lizzy. I have a great need for my own home.'
The ladies continued their return walk from Meryton in almost complete silence. Jane had reached that point of promise where daydreams blend into reality and she was spellbound by the triviality of the first throws of love. Elizabeth had no such thoughts despite the fact that she allowed her imagination to run wild. No gentleman paid her any particular attention and there was no one of her acquaintance whom she would even consider marrying. Her throws of passion were still confined to her nights when a lady of almost twenty-one was allowed to consider such possibilities.
The following morning, Jane received a written invitation to dinner at Netherfield and Mrs. Bennet, ever ready to see Jane ensconced there, made sure that she had insufficient means of returning that night by telling her to ride over. As it was England in autumn and the weather was always unpredictable, she seemed more than certain that it would rain by nightfall and Jane would have to stay.
Indeed Mrs. Bennet was correct. It did rain. However as this occurred almost as soon as Jane set off, she arrived drenched and within an hour was sneezing and somewhat feverish. Mr. Bingley's sisters ignored her ill health as long as possible hoping that the gentlemen would return with the carriage. However much to their chagrin, the gentlemen did not return until well past the ladies bedtime and they had no choice but to ask Jane to stay the night. On his return, Mr. Bingley was informed of Jane's infirmity and her staying and was delighted for a few minutes until further informed that she was indeed quite ill.
The Bennets were up early as usual and it was while they were at breakfast that a note arrived addressed to Elizabeth and written by Jane herself. Elizabeth immediately felt the desire in Jane's words for her to visit immediately. She also realised the rashness of her mother's methods of ensuring good marriages for them by making Jane ride in such weather. She stated her desired course of action and was informed by her mother that she could not possibly walk all the way to Netherfield alone, a distance of some three miles. Elizabeth found this completely ludicrous, as only the previous afternoon she had encouraged Jane to ride that far. However Elizabeth was as strong willed as her mother and at times quite defiant and she had her way. To Netherfield she would go and on foot.
The Bingley household was late to rise that morning due to the previous night's activities and they were still at breakfast when the footman announced the arrival of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Mr. Darcy had never encountered her so early in his day and he found himself checking his attire with a quick glance before she entered. She was shown into the breakfast room where Mr. Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, Miss Bingley and Mr. Darcy were eating. Mr. Bingley was all concern for Jane and expressed his delight in Elizabeth's arrival. His sisters saw only her bad manners in arriving while they were still at mealtime compounded by the fact that Elizabeth looked like she had walked the whole distance and was alone. How could she leave home so disheveled! On further remarks they discovered she had indeed walked the whole distance without a companion and the grime and grubbiness of her attire was the result. She also showed a distinct hue of light tan and the exertion had even caused a tiny bead of moisture on her top lip not to mention her flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. It was quite sticking out from her bonnet.
All of this was noted instantly by Mr. Darcy whose heightened awareness of the minutiae of Elizabeth was growing daily. Her hair had the look of abandon and that was a thought he could take no further. The light tan and even more the slight moisture above her lip quite distracted his thinking and it was some minutes before he noticed the mud on her gown. His upbringing had rarely put him in a position to see a lady so exerted and the result was anything but abhorrent. Indeed his rational mind thought the whole endeavour beyond correct for a lady but it was extremely hard for him to continue being rational with such splendour before him. For she was indeed looking her best, despite the mud. He spent some time considering how his thinking could be changed so quickly. Only a few weeks ago, the thought of a lady so presented would have disgusted him.
Elizabeth was ignorant of all this as her mind was filled with concern for Jane and nothing else. She saw only a group of people who, with the exception of Mr. Bingley, cared more for their eggs than her sister. The fact that she had disturbed their breakfast was nothing to her.
Miss Bingley was forced to abandon her muffin and escort Elizabeth to see her sister. Jane was indeed ill with fever and headache but was determined to sit and talk to Elizabeth. As soon as Miss Bingley left them alone, Jane expressed her pleasure at seeing her sister and how kind the ladies of Netherfield were to her. Elizabeth was less complimentary about the ladies but resolved to do her best to like them for Jane's sake.
After Mr. Bingley's sisters had finished their breakfast they returned to Jane's room while the gentlemen departed for the day. It was soon resolved by the ladies that the apothecary should be called as Jane's fever was increasing. He came and insisted Jane return to bed and stay there perhaps for a few days. Elizabeth was disappointed as was Jane but she promised to return in the morning. Miss Bingley arranged for the carriage for Elizabeth but the parting so upset Jane that Miss Bingley had no choice but to suggest that Elizabeth stay as well to care for her sister. At least it would absolve her of that responsibility. Elizabeth readily accepted and the carriage went alone to Longbourn with a note of explanation and a request for suitable wardrobe for both Jane and Elizabeth.
On their return, the three gentlemen were informed of the arrangements and two of them were especially pleased. Although distressed at her illness, Mr. Bingley could not help but be a little excited that Jane was staying in his home and Mr. Darcy's heart took a tiny skip at word that her sister would be staying as well. Mr. Bingley was however further distressed when informed that Jane was too ill to leave her room.
At six-thirty, Elizabeth heard the dinner bell and, taking a few deep breaths, descended to the join the assembly of Netherfield residents in preparation for entrance to the dining room. Mr. Bingley escorted his sister and hostess, Miss Bingley. They were followed by Mr. and Mrs. Hurst and that left Mr. Darcy the honour of offering his elbow to Elizabeth. The flow of her arm around his as she took her place next to him created an intensity of feeling that left him thunderstruck. He had escorted many women in such a manner but never before had the pressure of their arm, the heat of their body and the fluidity of their movements so affected him. He took a deep breath to calm himself but that had the opposite effect as he inhaled the fragrance of her, which saturated him from within.
They were seated beside each other at the table and he had the task of remaining impervious to any further influence of her nearness. Indeed this would be a task. She moved; she reached; she leaned. Her legs were extremely close not to mention the fact that her foot touched his at one point. They both withdrew from this contact instantly and without comment and Mr. Darcy then spent the remainder of the dinner attempting to keep his long legs as close together as possible. With such attention to legs it was natural that their arms were neglected and this resulted in hers accidentally brushing his more than once. It was difficult enough to endure her proximity without actual contact, which was excruciating.
'It seems you are far too tall Mr. Darcy. I am sorry to be crowding you,' said Elizabeth.
How he wished to tell her what a pleasure that exact position was. And how mortified he was to be thinking such thoughts.
'It is all my doing Miss Bennet. I am afraid that I must learn to keep myself in check.'
'Mr. Darcy, I see no fault in your keeping yourself in check. In fact you never fail to do so. It seems to permeate your every thought. I am sure you would agree that I should be the one to consider a change in behaviour.'
'I do pride myself on my behaviour Miss Bennet but please do not think that I would ever censure yours.'
Mr. Darcy said no more, afraid that the topic would lead to some further compliments from him on her manners. Elizabeth, meanwhile, was incensed that he suggested that she needed censure and determined to converse with him as little as possible through the remainder of the meal. This left Mr. Darcy to do little but feel a heightening of her presence without the distraction of her voice and words.
When she turned towards the head of the table, he could once again feel the air move around her and that fragrance filled his senses once more. He spoke little and spent a great deal of time looking towards Miss Bingley at the bottom of the table which gave him a wonderful chance to observe Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. He found himself thinking thoughts that astounded him. He was using subterfuge for purposes that could be only labelled juvenile. Thankfully his friend interrupted and he was able to alter his thoughts from the mere fundamental to the more significant.
'Miss Bennet, are you sure your sister would not prefer something special rather than just a tray?' asked Mr. Bingley.
'I do not think she is capable of eating anything at all Mr. Bingley. But thank you for asking,' replied Elizabeth.
'Perhaps some stewed fruit?'
Elizabeth smiled gently. 'I am sure the best remedy for my sister is rest and sleep, Mr. Bingley.'
'Then I shall send up some light reading for her to help her rest. Darcy, what would you suggest for Miss Bennet to read?'
'Are you sure she is up to reading, Bingley? Miss Elizabeth seems to think that she should sleep,' replied Mr. Darcy.
'Perhaps you are right. Miss Bennet, are your rooms comfortable? Would you prefer to be closer to your sister? I am sure Caroline would not mind swapping accommodations with you on this occasion.'
Miss Bingley's eyes widened a little. She was not about to give up her rooms near Mr. Darcy's simply for a country girl with an over zealous regard for her sister.
'That would probably suit both Miss Bennets, Bingley,' added Mr. Darcy.
Elizabeth saw the need to step in. 'Really there is no need. If necessary I would prefer to sleep in Jane's room rather than next door. My own accommodations are quite irrelevant. But thank you.'
Miss Bingley's sigh of relief was almost audible. Mr. Darcy noticed her slight movements and frowned in disgust. She really showed appalling manners at times. He turned to Elizabeth.
'Do you think your sister will require the doctor, Miss Bennet? I would be only too happy to arrange for him to call.'
'Thank you Mr. Darcy but at this point I think she will manage with the apothecary. I hope that the day's rest will help her turn the corner to improvement.'
'You know best Miss Bennet but please be assured we are all here to assist you,' said Mr. Darcy.
'Indeed we are,' chimed in Mr. Bingley. 'Is that not right, Caroline, Louisa?'
The sisters both nodded as they glanced at each other. They behaved exactly as their self-appointed status allowed. They exceeded everyone in this part of the country.
The meal continued but Mr. Bingley found Jane's illness a constant pressure and showed genuine concern with continued questions to Elizabeth. Mr. Darcy appeared completely occupied by Miss Bingley and occasionally Mrs. Hurst and had almost no time to engage Elizabeth in any further conversation. Their apparent indifference to Jane was quite off-putting but she was happy to see evidence that her assessed opinion of them was correct.
Elizabeth managed to endure all the courses except for the ragout, which she declined. For the first time that evening, Mr. Hurst found a topic that interested him and questioned her on her taste. Her reply of preferring less varied dishes elicited a frown and a grumble from him.
With the help of Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth made it through the meal but was only too happy to see dessert finished. She declined coffee and escaped to Jane's room to comfort her and ensure she had adequate salve for the night.
As soon as she had left, the ladies took the opportunity to critique Elizabeth taking into account her proclivity for walking whatever the reason or season, her fashion or lack thereof and her dialogue. There was so much to find objectionable.
Mr. Bingley pushed all this aside in favour of his concern for Jane so Mr. Darcy was imposed upon for agreement. He indeed found her walking all that way quite out of the ordinary but her appearance he could not dispute. She did look flushed but that had only enhanced the brightness of her eyes and complexion.
As this was the second time Miss Bingley had heard Mr. Darcy compliment Elizabeth's eyes she felt an increasing unease. She had never before been in a position of dispute with him regarding a lady's appearance and suddenly she was feeling more than a little jealous of a country girl with no fortune, manners or decorum. This was something she would have to deal with immediately.
She thus went about stating the very low relations of the Bennets, in particular the areas in which their said relatives lived. Cheapside was indeed a part of London that they would never frequent and the thought of having close family there was repugnant. The gentlemen listened to all this and Mr. Bingley dismissed it immediately. He had reached the point where Jane had no faults at all as far as he was concerned. Mr. Darcy, however, much in need of reasons to distance himself from Elizabeth, found it a distinct deterrent to the marital opportunities of the Bennet girls. As he expressed that thought out loud, a slight tinge of trepidation overtook him and he experienced a sense of chill. He shook off the feeling and decided he must begin wearing his heavier jacket.
Nothing could delight Miss Bingley more. She had elicited a response from Mr. Darcy that ensured Elizabeth would forever remain that country girl. As soon as that was settled, the ladies decided that it was in their best interests to visit Jane again and give the gentlemen an account of her health. It was always wise to appear caring in front of gentlemen. They found Jane extremely tired and left quickly and as soon as Jane had fallen asleep, Elizabeth returned to the drawing room as well.
She found them all concentrating on cards with Miss Bingley once again showing far too much preference for the manner in which Mr. Darcy played. They offered to make room for her but Elizabeth relished the opportunity to observe. On hearing her decline to play cards, the second thing he liked so much, Mr. Hurst decided that she was indeed a woman with individual ideas and opinions and told her so. She was about to laugh it off when Miss Bingley chose to further ingratiate herself in Mr. Darcy's eyes by pointing out, somewhat snidely, the fact that Elizabeth seemed to enjoy reading to the exclusion of all else. Elizabeth refuted this instantly.
However with such attention drawn to literary pursuits, Mr. Bingley began complaining of his small library but offered to fetch whatever books he might have that interested her. However much she liked Mr. Bingley, she found this habit of his annoying. Whether he intentionally put himself down in front of family and friends, she did not know but if that was his desire, then the result was not always in his favour and more often than not it merely prompted his sister to remark on the substance of Mr. Darcy's estate.
And such was the case now as Miss Bingley chose that moment to aggrandize the Pemberley library in comparison. Elizabeth sighed as the game began again and she had to endure Miss Bingley's gibbering. Mr. Darcy agreed that his library was exceptional, of course! However he did state that it was the work of generations and he felt it was his duty to keep it current. Paltry excuse for praising oneself! Miss Bingley then began once again to advise her brother that he should find an estate just like Pemberley. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she savoured Miss Bingley's obsession with everything Darcy. His estate, his manners, his library, not to mention his ponds, streams, game and fish! The whole concept kept Elizabeth quietly amused which suited her perfectly. There was little to occupy her mind at Netherfield and without such distractions she might easily become bored.
Mr. Bingley laughed off his sister's suggestion and Elizabeth was delighted to hear him handle her so well. Mr. Darcy it seemed was in agreement with Miss Bingley as he again took up the mask of silent surveillance.
The course of this conversation and the interplay of the participants, and non participants, was so distracting that Elizabeth put down her book and moved nearer to the card table to scrutinize the foibles of the players. Displaying her flair for persistence, Miss Bingley asked Mr. Darcy how his sister, Georgiana, was and if she had grown. Elizabeth had little knowledge of his relations so this topic greatly interested her.
Miss Bingley was once again crushed when Mr. Darcy replied, comparing his sister's height to Elizabeth's. His attention to such a detail was annoying to say the least! To Elizabeth, the comparison brought on a strange sense of well-being. He had noticed her height. Odd that it had happened and even stranger that he should use it as a comparison. And even stranger still that she found it not unpleasant, indeed a rarity with Mr. Darcy. Small mercies one assumes! Mr. Darcy was just as surprised. The comparison to her height had come upon him unconsciously and he was a man whose avoidance of impulse was at the very least assiduous.
Elizabeth had never had such fun in her life. With the exception of Mr. Bingley there seemed to be no end to their self-praise. Miss Bingley continued to extol the virtues young ladies and Mr. Darcy's sister in particular, beginning with her musical ability, and ending with her manners. All were outstanding. Whether in a vain attempt to halt the topic or simply being polite, Mr. Bingley agreed that it always amazed him how thoroughly accomplished all young ladies were and how it is the first thing mentioned when referring to them.
Elizabeth was not the least surprised that such exaggeration brought Mr. Darcy into the conversation by his stating he knew barely any truly talented ladies. Of course not! Despite her resolve to stay distant, his comment left Elizabeth feeling quite inadequate and ready to chastise him. Miss Bingley's concordance with Mr. Darcy was just the incentive Elizabeth needed to enter the fray again.
She pounced back with a remark designed to rattle anyone but specifically Mr. Darcy. She replied that his list of talents must be excessive if he knew so few ladies with such accomplishments. Unable to resist Elizabeth and thus her challenge, he replied with a confirmation of his opinion. Miss Bingley, incapable of putting up with more than a few words exchanged between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy was forced to step in and list a variety of necessary accomplishments that she hoped Elizabeth had not attained and would find almost impossible to attain. She was about to rest on her laurels when Mr. Darcy himself intervened to ensure that Elizabeth was not slighted. He added one more thing of which Elizabeth was indeed expert, reading.
Elizabeth had listened long enough to this exchange of upper class sensibilities and Mr. Darcy's opinions and rather than hear the compliment, she chose to only hear this addition to his list which made it so far fetched that she had no choice but to castigate them all with her astonishment. She was sure this would finish the subject but Mr. Darcy was undaunted. Aware of her own games, he told her that she was being severe on her sex. She denied that vehemently which naturally brought Miss Bingley, with the help of her sister, into the fray once more. They had to support Mr. Darcy.
By now, Mr. Darcy was feeling the heat of battle. He was too warm in his jacket, he was leaning forward towards Elizabeth rather than sitting upright and he had run his hand through his hair more than once while thinking of a reply to her. He even felt the dismay of moisture on his brow. The whole thing was leaving him outside his realm of behaviour. Yet despite his effort, the lady herself seemed to have the infinite ability to withstand the onslaught of Miss Bingley and needed little buoying from him.
Mr. Hurst, with no interest in the topic or concern for civility, had had enough of frivolity and nonsensical talk and called the party back to the game. Elizabeth chose this as time for her second escape of the evening and hurried back to Jane.
After she left, Mr. Darcy straightened himself before sitting once more. He felt quite disturbed and it had to stop. He would take definite action to avoid a repeat of this. Why did he feel the need to defend and support Elizabeth every time Miss Bingley began her assault? The lady in question seemed to suffer little yet he had the overwhelming need to protect her. As he was firming up his resolve to allow her to fight her own battles, Elizabeth was once again the topic of conversation as Miss Bingley chose to air further grievances about her use of feminine ploys to seek attention. Mr. Darcy, was too clever to fall for such blatant innuendo and told her he was fully aware when he was being deliberately charmed by a lady and also just what her reasons for such charm might be. Whether or not she understood his real meaning he was not sure and, to his surprise, he cared little.
Not half an hour later, Elizabeth returned to the drawing room and Mr. Darcy immediately noticed her distress and made a slight move towards her as she entered.
'Excuse me, Mr. Bingley. I fear Jane is a little worse and I am quite concerned. Would it be possible to call for the doctor in the morning if she is not improved?'
'Miss Ben...' Mr. Darcy got no further before Mr. Bingley spoke.
'She is no better! I will send for the doctor directly. We should not wait until morning,' said Mr. Bingley.
'No please, Mr. Bingley. She is only a little worse. I think it best to wait until morning to see if there is any further deterioration. I simply wanted you to be aware that there is no improvement.'
'Please Miss Bennet, take a seat. I will send for some tea,' replied Mr. Bingley.
'Thank you sir but I should return to my sister.'
'I am sure the servant will call if she needs you, Miss Bennet. And tea will calm you. You will need something to get you through the night,' said Mr. Darcy.
'Darcy's right, Miss Bennet. You must look after yourself. Perhaps Caroline could take your place while you have tea or even a little light supper.'
Elizabeth declined all offers and insisted on returning to Jane immediately. Miss Bingley could not have been more grateful for such diligence. She had no desire to spend part of her evening in a room filled with germs while Elizabeth Bennet enjoyed the company of Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Bingley rushed off to instruct the housekeeper on the necessities for both Jane and Elizabeth while Mr. Darcy retired to his room as soon as he heard his friend's sisters begin a disagreement about what duet to play. It seems that their concern for Jane was momentary. Elizabeth heard the playing begin soon after her departure and triumphed in her ability to evaluate the absurd and discount the ridiculous. Unfortunately Mr. Bingley's sisters with the help of his friend fitted exactly into these criteria and no doubt this performance was on Mr. Darcy's request.
The latter part of the evening was spent by each member of Netherfield in different ways. Jane slept fitfully. Elizabeth dozed on and off while supervising the care of her sister, Mr. Bingley lay awake with worry, Miss Bingley slept like a log and Mrs. Hurst read for a while until her husband was asleep after listening to endless grumbles from him about Elizabeth's unsophisticated palate.
Although Mr. Darcy had retired from company early he found his room quite empty and cold and he could hear the comings and goings of servants into Jane's room. As the door opened and closed he twice heard the faint sound of Elizabeth's voice and it seemed necessary to listen for it continually throughout the night. He tried a book and a brandy but his reading was continually distracted by random thoughts of the evening.
He had little or no experience with ladies on this level. He had certainly never had the desire to defend and support a lady's opinion other than his sister's. He had always been admired and sought after but never quite so charmed. No lady had ever challenged anything he said or did and no lady had ever showed such forthrightness in pointing out his faults in such a delightful way. She must care about him if she was so determined to tease him. Isn't that what young ladies did? Yet she was not of Miss Bingley's ilk. Her methods were not obsequious. They were simply her. With a sparkle in her eye and a mind to match, she defied his very being and caused him to rethink almost everything he held dear. He thought more about her opinions than any other human being in his life and he spent another restless night in the futile attempt to understand her.
And like any single man of twenty-eight, his contemplations became fantasies and no effort was great enough to clarify his mind and rid him of the excess of focussing on the prurient.
Chapter 10
The night was no more restful for Elizabeth than Mr. Darcy but her concerns were solely for Jane who fortunately appeared to show some improvement by early morning. Elizabeth declined a doctor but did request that her mother be sent for to more properly assess the situation.
Mrs. Bennet, with Kitty and Lydia in tow, arrived just after breakfast and was more than happy with Jane's progress. However she refused to submit to Jane's request to be carried home and at the same time managed to seconder the support of the apothecary who succumbed to the mother's more than ample fretting. Indeed Jane must remain where she was and for some days still.
Mrs. Bennet returned to the breakfast parlour after her visit with Jane and gave Mr. Bingley an amplified version of Jane's illness. Elizabeth was uncomfortable with her mother's exaggerations but had no recourse other than to listen. Mrs. Bennet's verbosity was always at its peak in the morning and she soon managed to twist the topic from Jane's infirmity to her beauty followed closely by inflated praise of Netherfield. Hoping to have Mr. Bingley softened by concern for Jane she then proceeded to fish for information about his future movements.
Although Mr. Bingley was very enamoured with Jane he was less so with her mother and simply cast aside her gratuitous commentary on his home by stating that he was unsure of his travels and that he was prone to instantaneous change.
In a vain attempt to lift the level of topic, Elizabeth told Mr. Bingley that his self-assessment was exactly as she had judged herself. That surprised him and for a time he felt it a weakness until she assured him that being read so easily was not a detriment and it showed no less or more of good character than someone whose moods were perhaps more obscure. Mr. Darcy heard her innuendo and felt somewhat gratified that she found his character as good as his friend's. It gave him an all round sense of well being to think that she had spent time analysing his personality.
Hearing all this in-depth discussion confused Mrs. Bennet and, as she had always found Elizabeth's outspokenness a great liability, she told her point blank to remember where she was, treating her as no more than a child.
Mr. Darcy was mortified to hear Elizabeth's mother embarrass her in front of others. He was sure that no one in the room misunderstood Elizabeth's words and that they were far from insulting. Mr. Bingley was just as aware of the slight to Elizabeth and chose to ignore Mrs. Bennet by continuing his conversation with Elizabeth, saving her and every one else in the room from further discomfort, at least for the time being. He told her of his astonishment at her penchant for character study and surmised it must be an amusing occupation. She readily agreed and confirmed that it was indeed interesting but the best studies were the more intricate characters.
Mr. Darcy had been listening intently, knowing that this was a topic he could comment on with some authority. He chose a pause in conversation to note that the country must provide little opportunity for such studies.
Elizabeth understood his meaning and was happy to reply that the people themselves changed so much that it was a continuing source of study. However the topic had now progressed beyond the intellect of Mrs. Bennet who heard only what she wished to hear and she jumped on his words with the fervour of a mother cat, completely misconstruing his point.
The room paused, somewhat puzzled as to her reasoning and after a rather long gaze of bewilderment, Mr. Darcy turned away to the window and found himself staring out as Mrs. Bennet continued rambling. She turned to Mr. Bingley for support, and completely befuddled about what she meant, he stated that the country was certainly interesting. Having what she thought was support, she turned the topic back to Mr. Darcy's remarks by reminding the room of what she supposed he had intended.
It was once again Elizabeth's turn to be mortified and she felt it prudent to explain exactly what Mr. Darcy had meant. However, Mrs. Bennet's mind was made up. Like her daughter, she saw little to like in Mr. Darcy. However, unlike her daughter, she saw little need to hide that fact. Indeed the country was not confined and they had many friends and acquaintances. In fact they dined with more than two dozen families, at least!
Despite his liberal attitudes and affability, even Mr. Bingley found it hard not to react to the absurdity of such comments. He felt for Elizabeth almost as much as Mr. Darcy. His sisters however felt no such pain and Miss Bingley made a point of looking directly at Mr. Darcy with a knowing look of scorn for Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Darcy cringed but he could find no way to extricate Elizabeth from her family without showing far too much preference. He thus remained silent and it was up to Elizabeth to attempt to move the mood of the room to something more comfortable for all. She asked her mother if she had seen Charlotte since her absence.
Mrs. Bennet's triumph at the last topic buoyed her on as she told Elizabeth that she had seen Charlotte with Sir William and that he was the epitome of good breeding leaving no room for dispute about her feelings for Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth was now in the depths of humiliation and attempted to confine her mother's mind to Charlotte. That only brought on more pain as Mrs. Bennet managed to compare the inadequacies of Charlotte's countenance with the advantages of Jane's and even further managed to let Mr. Bingley know that Jane had had previous suitors who were so in love as to write her sonnets.
Mr. Darcy stood amazed at how a seemingly simple woman could manage to turn every topic back to her desired aim. Indeed her methods of word manipulation were so peculiar that he found himself a tiny bit in reluctant awe. He could only imagine what she could have done if her education had been regulated.
Elizabeth had to put a stop to this and finished her mother's participation by stating that the sonnets were no doubt the final straw in all love affairs. Mr. Darcy raised his eyebrows unable to resist challenging such a bizarre comment. Elizabeth, always in need of the last word, particularly with Mr. Darcy, informed him that a good sonnet would only improve on a love well entrenched. Anything less and poetry would finish it for good. He smiled in defeat.
As the room watched their game and his subsequent smile, it went quiet and it was Elizabeth who was first aware of the silence. Mr. Darcy noticed it too and, with so many witnesses, he knew it was impolitic to engage in any more such repartee with Elizabeth.
Before the lady herself could think of anything to say to avoid her mother speaking again, Mrs. Bennet filled the void with more gratuities to Mr. Bingley. His acceptance was beyond reproach and he even managed to coerce Miss Bingley into a similar tone. Anything to be rid of the woman! However there was still more before Mrs. Bennet and her two youngest daughters took their leave, as Lydia remembered an earlier promise of a ball and secured a confirmation.
It was over. Her mother and sisters had left and Elizabeth could escape once more to Jane's room and leave Mr. Bingley's sisters and Mr. Darcy to verbally dismantle her family. Elizabeth was wrong however. Although Mr. Darcy felt that her mother and sisters were worthy of comment he would not be drawn in anyway to comment on Elizabeth. He had unknowingly joined the rank of his friend and found the conduct of a Miss Bennet was without fault in his eyes. She had stood up to her mother in a moment of extreme embarrassment and showed her strength and breeding. Miss Bingley even tried reminding Mr. Darcy of his predilection for Elizabeth's eyes and appearance but nothing could raise his interest. He remained steadfast in his belief of Elizabeth's qualities and began a very gradual tightening in his chest when he thought how close he was to abusing Miss Bingley for her behaviour and open humiliation of Elizabeth. In fact she was no better than Mrs. Bennet and if she kept this up much longer he would tell her so.
It was some time later that morning before Elizabeth braved the drawing room. She found it empty and dismissing the servant she proceeded to pour herself some tea. Jane was asleep and her colour was good and it was bliss to be alone. She settled herself in a chair near a slightly open window and was enjoying the sound of winter's approach when her musings were broken by the sound of boots striding across the vestibule. Mr. Darcy entered the room without pause and was pouring tea for himself before he noticed Elizabeth. Her slight cough brought his attention.
'Miss Bennet! Excuse me, I did not know you were here. Would you rather be alone?'
'I would rather be at home, actually, Mr. Darcy. However I see a gradual improvement in my sister so it should not be too long.'
He took a seat opposite her.
'I am happy that she is recovering so well. You are truly devoted to her Miss Bennet.'
'What sister would not be, Mr. Darcy. I hardly think I deserve praise for that. You would do the same for your sister.'
'Absolutely. She is much younger than I and thus I fill some of the void left by the death of my father.'
'I cannot imagine losing my father.'
'I have seen your closeness. Much closer than to your mother, I think.'
'In some ways. Mama is kind though Mr. Darcy. Her intentions are not vicious. I apologise if my family offends you.'
'I am not offended Miss Bennet. We are all endowed with relatives whose behaviour can at times leave us uneasy. I often think it is a family's right to cause us discomfort.'
'Mr. Darcy, I think you have a point. Perhaps when you have your own family you can continue the virtue.'
'Miss Bennet, you tease me. So you do not think the doctor is needed for your sister?'
'No, I think if she continues thus we will both be home in a day or two. And when do you return home Mr. Darcy? You must miss your estate and your sister.'
'I do indeed. Georgiana is in town at the moment though. She is undertaking some studies with two new masters.'
'What does she study, Mr. Darcy? Dancing?'
He smiled to himself. 'Music, her passion, and also she is learning Italian as she hopes to coerce me into taking her to Italy next year.'
'I hear that Italians love to dance, Mr. Darcy.'
'Indeed, Miss Bennet. Are you an authority on the dancing habits of different cultures, perhaps?'
'Only what I know from extensive reading, Mr. Darcy.'
'Touché! Miss Bennet.'
'Never let it be said that I sit on the fence, Mr. Darcy.'
And never let it be said that I withdrew from a parry, Miss Bennet.'
'Are you comparing sabres with ladies, Mr. Darcy? Hardly a fair exchange. We can have no success over the challenge of a good sword.'
'Success is very much according to one's talents Miss Bennet. I pride myself on my abilities and value their achievement.'
'Success is also dependent on the opponent Mr. Darcy. It is only valued when it comes at the expense of the foe. I have always found that victory is sour if one cares about his adversary. I am glad that you find success so easy, Mr. Darcy.'
Before he could facilitate a reply, she stood, requiring him to do the same.
'I really must return to Jane, Mr. Darcy. Good day.'
She bowed and as he did the same she spun out of the room. He watched her go with relief. Private conversations were taking on the tenure of campaigns and he had the strange feeling of defeat after each encounter. His concern was not so much in losing but in the previously unknown sensation that he enjoyed the loss.
Elizabeth returned to her sister and finding her asleep, she took to her book. However this latest encounter with Mr. Darcy had left her with thoughts on him. He was extremely arrogant. To actually praise his own success was appallingly haughty. He seemed to have little family and few friends and no society beyond his friend. Strange in a man with so many connections. Still he was at least worthy of decent conversation when his mind allowed itself to wander from himself.
Mr. Darcy removed to the library. The distraction of Elizabeth was consuming his life and responsibility must be first and foremost. He rifled through the papers sent by his steward and found himself musing as to the worth of such endeavours without purpose. He had previously never entertained the idea of choice in his life. Every word spoken to him as a child and every regulation of his education was for one aim, the management of the Darcy estate in its entirety. He knew no other life until now. Elizabeth was awakening in him an awareness of pleasures and pursuits beyond the financial.
A man such as Mr. Darcy would be the first to admit that his thinking of Elizabeth was not entirely for public perusal but there was an underlying theme of contentment when he was in her company, a feeling of satisfaction, in fact. He neglected to delve further into why this was so as he still resided on the plateau of self-gratification and had failed to see the subtle change in his behaviour from admirer to defender.
The residents of Netherfield spent the remainder of the day in personal endeavours. Mr. Darcy managed to deal with his business correspondence and settle his accounts. Elizabeth found Jane so improved as to be able to eat a little dinner that Elizabeth shared with her in her room. After seeing Jane settled, she joined the others in the drawing room.
Mr. Hurst had been unable to gain support for cards and so each was involved in individual tasks. Elizabeth was sewing. Mr. Darcy was at the desk writing a letter and Miss Bingley found it essential to be part of that exercise by continually questioning him about its content and praising him on his legibility. She needed to know the recipient and finding out it was Miss Darcy, she further interrupted his writing by offering personal comments that she hoped he would include. She kept it up until she had worn out Mr. Darcy's patience and so turned herself to a comparison of her brother's writing style. Mr. Bingley heard her comment on his rapidity of pen and resulting untidiness and excused it by humbly explaining his need to get his thoughts down on paper.
Elizabeth was ready to believe him when Mr. Darcy challenged him with the idea that perhaps he was using this modesty as self-praise. Elizabeth was a little disconcerted, as this very thought had gone through her mind the previous day. However the joyful camaraderie between the two gentlemen intrigued Elizabeth as previously she had only seen them as sporting partners. This jousting was the sign of a much deeper attachment. Mr. Darcy enforced his theory with evidence from the morning visit of her mother and the stature of the friendship that would affect the possibility of Mr. Bingley's hasty decisions.
Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth then began a collision of intellects as they maneuvered their way around Mr. Bingley's self analysis with the nuance of words and the significance of phrasing. Although not of their standard, Mr. Bingley was not deficient and managed to insert his own interpretation into their discussion. However his mistake was bringing in the more private side of his friend's personality by descriptions of Mr. Darcy when he was out of sorts or lost for occupation.
This description of Mr. Darcy was tinged with exaggeration but it still struck home with the gentleman and when his friend laughed, Elizabeth felt an uncommon anxiety for Mr. Darcy. Despite her seeming disinterest in getting to know him, she was well aware when he was displeased or even worse, when he was feeling exposed. Her disagreement with him was never designed to embarrass him and so she did not participate in Mr. Bingley's frivolity.
On hearing nothing from her, Mr. Darcy glanced at Elizabeth and although it was a mere fraction of a moment it brought to him a depth of feeling he had never experienced. He had now to add sensitivity to her attributes. He fought off a blush of feeling at her display of loyalty to him.
Mr. Darcy ended the moment by joking with his friend about his hatred of arguments and his ploys to finish them. Mr. Bingley agreed as long as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth would cease theirs now. They caught each other's eye, suddenly aware of their joint behaviour. It was a momentary union of minds that left one of them a tad unsettled and the other giddy with the intensity of the juncture. Feeling less than her partner, Elizabeth conceded and allowed Mr. Darcy to finish his letter.
As each returned to their previous occupation they were both aware of Mr. Bingley's words. They had taken over the topic, developed it to the level of disagreement and revelled in the cleverness of their intellectual game playing. For Mr. Darcy, this was not new but to Elizabeth it was extremely annoying. She had no desire to enjoy even an argument with such a man.
The evening entertainment progressed to the pianoforte where Miss Bingley played for some time. Elizabeth employed herself by browsing through the music and it was during her perusal that she became aware that Mr. Darcy was watching her with an intensity that caused some unease. She sought solace in continuation of her pursuit while considering his reasons for observing her so closely. Surely he would not persist if he found her so disagreeable but she saw no indication of any favouritism. After much consideration she decided that, in his eyes, she was simply the person in the room with the most faults to evaluate. Once she had established that, she was able to relax. Any other reasons that lurked in the recesses of her mind were left to languish as she was far from ready to concede any more than he was an excellent combatant.
However, her repose was short lived. Mrs. Hurst sang some Italian songs followed by Miss Bingley playing a Scottish air. Both of these brought to their minds the afternoon's conversation and before she had time to collect herself he suggested that she might like to dance. She was caught. She had always been the one challenging him and now she felt the disquiet of being in his previous position. She hesitated and then decided her best attack was to explain the choices available to her for reply and censure him for attempting to trap her.
Her ploy failed as his reply was so chivalrous as to confuse her completely. It not only stunned her but most of the room as well. She left the room and retired for the night feeling relieved to be out of his company. He disconcerted her more than she was willing to admit. She did not like him and had no intention of beginning any change. She had been sure that her list of his faults was great enough to ensure continual dislike but apparently it was time to look for more.
He, on the other hand, retired much later, after a letter to his cousin, a round of solitary billiards and a visit to the stables to feel the warmth and devotion of a beloved animal. He was a man at odds with himself and never before had he been so grateful for a world where one's family and connections could inhibit the whims of a man's infatuation.
Chapter 11
The next day brought even more improvement in Jane although the progress was very slow. She had really been quite ill and it would take some time to regain her strength. However, her change for the better allowed Elizabeth more time to herself and that naturally meant more time with the other residents including Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth was not sure that was a good thing as she found it tiring to always been on guard for an assault from Miss Bingley and scrutiny from Mr. Darcy.
Unable to be absent from Jane for too long she took to the garden for her daily exercise. Much to her chagrin, Mrs. Hurst was also walking and naturally they went on together.
'I am so glad that your sister is improving, Miss Bennet. It seems so long since she arrived.'
'I am sure it does, Mrs. Hurst. But please be sure that we will both be gone from here as soon as possible. We have no wish to overstay.'
'Oh Miss Bennet, please do not feel you are intruding. None of this could be helped. Are you dining with us tonight, Miss Bennet, or would you prefer a tray with your sister? I am sure she would enjoy your company.'
'I am hoping my sister may be able to come downstairs later this evening.'
'How delightful. I must tell Caroline. She has been so distressed by all this illness. I am sure she will be as delighted as I to have your sister's company. But take care, Miss Bennet, I think you may be well advised to keep your sister company in her room to avoid drafts.'
Elizabeth looked across the lemon grove and smiled. Yes, she was feeling a kinship to Mr. Bingley's sisters. She was just as anxious to be out of their company as they were to be rid of hers.
As they continued their stroll they came across Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley also occupied in walking. Elizabeth took one look at him and decided that he was in a sour mood as usual. He greeted her with sufficient courtesy but seemed reluctant to look at her.
Mr. Darcy, himself, was embarrassed. He had just spent at least half an hour being subjected to Miss Bingley's ministrations on his welfare. He had been lectured on what his life might be like with Elizabeth and despite Miss Bingley's dire predictions, he found it put him in mind of many aspects that he could get very fond of very quickly. He had an inner laugh when he thought what Miss Bingley would think if she knew where her chatter took him and felt uneasy that Elizabeth knew exactly what he had been thinking.
The coincidence of both walks naturally suggested a joining and Mrs. Hurst soon attached herself to Mr. Darcy's free arm while Miss Bingley held tightly to her half of his appendages. The path in the garden was narrow and allowed only three abreast and Mr. Darcy at once suggested that they change direction to allow Elizabeth a part in their ramblings. She declined however. She was in no mood to listen to haughty sisters and a disagreeable man indulge in further ruminations on their own attributes and the failings of others.
Dinner that evening brought a change in partners with Miss Bingley hurriedly grabbing Mr. Darcy's arm to enter the dining room. Mr. Bingley was more than happy to escort Elizabeth and, although they entered apart, she found herself seated next to Mr. Darcy again. While Elizabeth thought nothing of this, Mr. Darcy was once again forced to deal with his feelings for her. He was quite able to see reason with himself while she was only residing in the house but sharing an evening meal was approaching an intimacy that threatened any rational thoughts he might have during the day. Once again the fragrance of her surrounded him. It was like a cloud he could not escape. Every movement brought it afresh and it became the encapsulation of her person. Elizabeth herself was feeling rather tired of the whole thing. She was wearing a dress she had worn on the first night and Miss Bingley had reminded her as such. She was tired of the pretence of fondness displayed by Mr. Bingley's sister to Jane and she was exhausted from the continual pressure of performance.
Elizabeth was thus much quieter than Mr. Darcy had seen her and he wondered if he had offended her this afternoon by not insisting that she be included in the walk. He decided that the topic should be dealt with.
'Miss Bennet, I once again apologise for neglecting you in our walk this afternoon. I had no intention of forcing you elsewhere.'
'Mr. Darcy, you must know by now that I very much enjoy solitary walks. In fact when I am at home, I try for one almost every day when the weather permits. It is my singular indulgence to ramble the fields with only myself for company. Trust me when I say, that I did not miss you at all.'
She raised her eyebrows just enough to enchant him which forced him into an intense interest in the roast ham in front of him. After the servant had served each of them, Mr. Darcy offered Elizabeth the Cumberland sauce. She was about to pick up the sauce ladle when Miss Bingley sneezed. The sound was so loud and so surprising that Mr. Darcy's hand tilted and brushed the ladle. The table all turned to Miss Bingley who was as shocked as they were at her display, especially in the absence of a handkerchief. She coughed lightly before speaking.
'I must say Charles, I think the house is becoming filled with germs. I am sure we will all be quite ill before we know it.'
Mr. Darcy as well as Mr. Bingley felt for Elizabeth as this comment was obviously aimed at her sister. Mr. Darcy was first to speak.
'I am sure Miss Bennet's illness has been confined to her room. If anyone should be concerned with catching it, it is Miss Elizabeth. She has had the misfortune to be confined with her sister for two days now.'
'I do not find it a misfortune to spend time with my sister, Mr. Darcy.'
'I meant no such thing, Miss Bennet. I was only referring to the confinement and the possibility of your catching your sister's illness as opposed to Miss Bingley.'
'Indeed, Darcy, indeed. You have no need to worry Caroline,' added Mr. Bingley.
As the topic was now dealt with, Elizabeth glanced at her sleeve and noticed it was stained with sauce. As she examined it, she glanced at Mr. Darcy's wrist and saw that his cuff was similarly marked.
'Mr. Darcy it seems we are both guilty of carelessness. Our sleeves are both stained.'
He looked at her wrist and then his own and smiled. 'Perhaps we can blame the sauce, Miss Bennet. One can never be too careful with sauce. Please let me wipe it for you.'
'Really there is no need, Mr. Darcy. What is done is done. I will have it laundered when I return home.' She grimaced as she looked at the stain and thought of the expected comments from Miss Bingley on her carelessness.
'It was really my fault, Miss Bennet. If you will excuse me I would like to change my shirt.'
'I think it was Caroline's fault, actually,' added Mr. Bingley. 'You sneeze so loudly Caroline, that it would shock anyone. Please Miss Bennet allow me to have your frock laundered in the morning. Or if you wish to change now, I will have it done immediately.'
'Oh all this fuss is unnecessary. It is only a small spot and if you can put up with it then so can I. I am not so fastidious as others.'
The table all glanced towards Mr. Darcy who understood her meaning very well. 'I accept your demonishment, Miss Bennet, and will endeavour to improve my sauce skills before our next dinner. If you will excuse me.'
He stood to leave and Mr. Bingley laughed. 'Ah Darcy, you see what the ladies do to us. We have always to improve our skills to keep them happy. I am sure we can all live with a stain on your sleeve, man. Please sit and allow us to finish this course at least.'
'As you wish, Bingley.'
Mr. Darcy seated himself again and after dabbing at his own sleeve, he picked up his knife and fork and everyone began to eat. There was little conversation during the meat course or the fish and it was not until dessert was carried in that the table became lively again. There was a choice of sweet temptations to choose from and both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were feeling exactly in the mood for such indulgence. He chose the bread and butter pudding while Elizabeth chose the fruit compote which required the addition of a cream sauce. As she picked up the small sauce jug, Mr. Darcy looked at it and then at her with a feigned look of trepidation.
'Be not afraid Mr. Darcy. I have the sauce well under control.'
'Practice does make perfect, Miss Bennet, and I am well aware of your experience in sauce. You seem more than capable of controlling its flow.'
He felt quite content with his wit and was surprised that she did not reply. Elizabeth, meanwhile, feeling more than sure of his admonishment of her outspokenness, was determined to remain silent. This whole sojourn at Netherfield was becoming increasingly difficult.
Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth did not speak again during the remainder of the meal. She seemed completely engaged and more than comfortable with adding comment to other discussions going on while he spent the time considering why she was so quiet.
Jane was well enough to come downstairs after dinner and Elizabeth had her settled by the fire by the time the gentlemen joined them. Mr. Bingley was delighted but felt it necessary to improve her position to avoid drafts. Everyone then began their usual evening pursuits with Miss Bingley opening with a remark to her brother about the upcoming ball. Knowing Mr. Darcy's dislike for such events she chose to concur with his previously stated opinion. Her brother, however, was not to be dissuaded. He was going to give a ball and if his friend did want to participate then he could retire for the night. Elizabeth smiled to herself when she heard this. Mr. Bingley sometimes seemed to expect Mr. Darcy's approval on so many things but every now and then he stood his ground despite his friend.
That dealt with, Miss Bingley began a second sortie on the peace of the evening by indulging her proclivity with Mr. Darcy's evening pursuits. She tried every artifice she knew to distract him from his reading, but to no avail and in a rash and undoubtedly mistaken last attempt, she turned to Elizabeth and asked her to take a turn about the room with her. Elizabeth was surprised but was willing for anything to relieve the boredom.
At any movement of Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy had no choice but to respond but having the additional interest of it being at Miss Bingley's request meant it was mandatory. Miss Bingley's motive had worked. She had his attention and thus she asked him to join them. He declined but in a manner that could only be considered outright flattery. He commented on the splendor of the ladies' figures. In fact it was the most open comment on his partiality for Elizabeth that he had ever uttered to her and it quite threw off his usual clarity of mind. The misfortune of having the obvious inclusion of Miss Bingley was unavoidable but facilitated his ability to utter such words.
At his comment, Miss Bingley feigned demureness and jokingly pretended she had no idea what he meant. Elizabeth was very sure what he meant and suggested they laugh at him. Miss Bingley was slowly sinking out of her depth but attempted one last grasp for shore by suggesting it was impossible to laugh at such a flawless man. That was enough for Elizabeth who turned the joke on Miss Bingley and Mr. Darcy by suggesting that her comments were exaggeration and that Mr. Darcy could not possibly be without flaw. Miss Bingley made one more attempt to praise him before Elizabeth stated her amusement at such silliness.
Mr. Darcy was now fully involved in Elizabeth's words and person to the almost total exclusion of the rest of the room. He said that he thought anyone could be rendered ridiculous by laughter. Elizabeth also felt the mood but was at the point of exasperation and she told him outright that he was perhaps lacking in the ability to laugh at himself. He sensed the underlying change from mere frivolity to serious analysis and informed her straight back that he hoped he had that ability but strived to maintain a sense of respect and dignity at all times.
It was exactly at these times in Elizabeth's life when her flow of words went unheeded and she allowed her wit and intellect to flaunt themselves unchecked. She swooped on him with a pronouncement of the two things she suggested that he try the hardest to control, his conceit and his arrogance.
To say that he was taken aback was an understatement. In all his life, only his father had ever questioned his behaviour and manners in open conversation. He looked at her, partly angry, partly embarrassed, but even more in defiance and stated that they were weaknesses but when exercised correctly were appropriate for a proper gentleman.
Miss Bingley, hoping to end any further interaction, called their attention to closure but Elizabeth was unable to leave the subject in his hands and thus rankled him further by agreeing far too happily with his perfection. He could stand none of this and made sure she understood that he knew he was not without fault but that his faults were perhaps in disposition rather than in behaviour. He assured her of his staunch judgment of others and his implacable resolve.
As he spoke he looked at her with challenge in his eyes and she saw threat. She countered that with a quiet acquiescence in his opinion and seeing her slight self-satisfaction, he suggested that everyone has some defect. This was too tempting to be left alone and she felt no timidity about stating his inability to like anyone.
He smiled but not in defeat. Instead he disconcerted her by stating her fault of deliberately looking for deficiencies in others. He had won and she knew it.
Mr. Darcy, however, had no feeling of victory. He had reached that point where the game was the most important and he knew at that moment that she had won, in a sense, because she was right. The victory was definitely less because of his feelings for her. He had begun this game with no point of reference and now he was left with a sense that he was no longer in control. All he knew at that moment is that he never wanted their game to end.
Miss Bingley broke the air with a request for music and was more than happy when her sister volunteered to play.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, did not like the feeling he left her with. He upset her by his continual barbs and examinations into her thinking. She had no wish at all to indulge his desire to find fault yet she felt obliged to retort every time he spoke to her. She was tired of the game. It was an impossible situation that she wished to be rid of. She just wanted it to end.
Very soon after Mrs. Hurst's second piece, Jane asked to be assisted to her room as she was feeling quite tired. Elizabeth was elated to have reason to leave the room. Another night of argument with Mr. Darcy had left her exhausted, more so for feeling that she had lost this particular one, or at the very least drawn it with him. He did not speak directly to her again until she was retiring. At that point, as Mr. Bingley helped Jane to the staircase, Mr. Darcy stood and bowed to Elizabeth.
'Good evening, Miss Bennet. I hope your sister settles well tonight.'
'I am sure she will, Mr. Darcy. This little bit of exercise will have done her good.'
'I am glad, Miss Bennet. Perhaps on the morrow, she will feel strong enough to engage in a little longer time downstairs. We would all enjoy her company.'
'Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I will tell her so.'
'Please do, Miss Bennet. There is nothing more enjoyable than the stimulation of new conversation and opinions.'
Elizabeth smiled at his innuendo. 'I know that we bring great delight to all, Mr. Darcy.'
He smiled back, catching her eyes directly. Reluctant to begin another battle of wills, she raised the back of her hand to her brow and sighed as if tired. As she did so, the candlelight reflected on the skin on the inside of her wrist and for the first time in his life, he felt the stunning sensation of wanting to touch her right on that spot. He felt his thumb move involuntarily as if already sensing the softness of her skin.
Just as quickly she moved her hand to her side.
'I think I have a strange effect on you, Mr. Darcy. You seem quite stuck for words rather often when you are in my company and yet at other times you seem verbose with verbs. Perhaps I had better return to Jane quickly so that you can return to the company of others. Good evening, sir.'
She moved quickly out of his sight and he returned to his book. The remaining ladies retired about an hour later and after the gentlemen had examined his latest hunting purchase, Mr. Hurst retired leaving the two friends alone.
'Bingley, did you ever get that picnic of yours organised?'
'No, you were right once again, it is too late in the year. Darcy, do you mind me saying that your evening frays with Miss Elizabeth can get tiring. Why do you insist on baiting her as you do?'
'I would willingly take the blame if it was justified but she is more than capable of stirring up my senses first.'
'Senses, yes. They are amazingly attractive women, man.'
'Indeed they are, Bingley.'
'Tis a shame that you and Miss Elizabeth do not get on better. You must tire of the constant battle. Personally it is the last thing I would want in a lady.'
'Indeed, Bingley, indeed. Perhaps it is not so much battle as discussion.'
'Come on, man. What man could put up with such opinions? I prefer a quieter disposition. She is nothing like her sister.'
'Not at all, Charles, not at all. Perhaps that is a good thing.'
'Not to my way of thinking. A man wants peace, Darcy, not friction. I have to say that I will not be sorry when you two are separated and she is at Longbourn again. Perhaps you, even more than me.'
'I am sure of it, Charles. I will be very happy when she is not our daily companion. Good night.'
'Good night, Darcy.'
Mr. Bingley walked quickly to his room leaving Mr. Darcy alone.
At what point in a man's life his thinking changes from youthful abandon to one of marriage and children is hard to determine but Mr. Darcy had reached it. His thoughts were just as often of home and family as they were of sport and exercise. He actually could see himself as a father and the image impressed him far more than that of brother. The remainder of his thoughts centred on the possible career of husband, a far cry from the shallow pursuits of youth. In fact these thoughts were so new that he had failed to see the transformation from the mere physical to the sublime. He had thus begun the gradual separation inevitable in all lives. He was leaving behind the emotional self-absorption of youth and embracing the gratification of caring for another more than oneself. He at last realised the jeopardy in which he had been placed by the constant companionship of Elizabeth. And he finally realised that his sense of chill had nothing to do with the weather or the weight of his jacket.
Chapter 12
The following morning, Elizabeth was with her sister early, more to secure a definite date to return home than to care for the patient. They agreed that it was time to go and Elizabeth hastily penned a note to Longbourn requesting transport. The immediacy of this request upset Mrs. Bennet's plans completely and she declined them the use of the carriage in a return note suggesting that they stay the weekend and return on Tuesday. On reading this, Elizabeth urged Jane to request Mr. Bingley's favour of transport. Jane succumbed and after much discussion with him, it was decided that one more day was required for her recovery before departure.
This was welcome news to Elizabeth and a mixed blessing for Mr. Bingley and Jane. Her health was paramount but the company of each other was to be lost. However to Mr. Darcy it was also excellent news. He had spent a good part of the night perusing his feelings and his motives and had decided that Elizabeth occupied far too much of his time and thought and that Miss Bingley's continual reproaches regarding his favour indicated that he had overstepped the mark. He had an overwhelming need to feel in control of his life and that was increasingly impossible with Elizabeth in residence. In this endeavour he chose to be joyous that she was leaving. Of course this choice was such that it took some determination to maintain throughout a whole twenty-four hours.
He thus set about his Saturday with endeavours designed to assist his resolve. He began with a purpose to avoid conversation with her. It was during these times that he felt his most vulnerable and was sure that she was aware of his increasing attraction. His choice to remain silent, however, did nothing but bring on a sullenness that he was loathe to abandon. In fact a bad mood was exactly what he needed. He managed to survive a late breakfast in Elizabeth's company with no more than a marginally polite greeting and he followed that with a long ride over ground previously unexplored by him. This left his body feeling as tired as his resolve but some hours had been disposed of and that was a good thing.
As he descended for lunch he heard Elizabeth in Jane's room and was hoping that they were sharing a meal there. However he had only just entered the breakfast room where lunch was to be served when he felt her entrance behind him. He gave a slight sigh as he realised his awareness of her presence even without actual sight and his earnest desire to rid himself of any preference for her was faltering. However Mr. Bingley and his sisters soon followed and he was never happier to have such distractions.
'Bingley, what have you planned for this afternoon? I was thinking we should visit that new stable your steward mentioned. The animals are supposed to be superior.'
'I am sorry Darcy but Miss Bennet is coming downstairs this afternoon and I feel I should keep her company along with Caroline. It would be impolite of me to abandon her after such an illness.'
Mr. Darcy only nodded. He felt obliged to join his friend in the courtesy to Jane but that would mean the addition of Elizabeth and the temptation to show her partiality. However he was a man of strength and purpose and he was sure he was capable of self-restraint for one afternoon.
'I should be happy to join you, Charles. We have been deprived of Miss Bennet's company for too long.'
Elizabeth heard this with some surprise. She had never expected Mr. Darcy to want the company of her sister by choice. No doubt, he wanted the opportunity to further his list of amusements at her expense. It was all too much to continually be the object of Miss Bingley's satire and Mr. Darcy's censure. However Jane came first and she would not leave her alone to the folly of these ridiculous people. She thus concluded her lunch in haste and returned to Jane to prepare her for the afternoon downstairs.
The west sitting room was chosen as it afforded the ideal climate for Jane. The sun was getting lower each day and the long windows captured as much warmth as was available in November. Elizabeth handed over the care of Jane to Mr. Bingley as soon as they entered the room. He was determined to fuss and bother with her situation as long as she was in his company. He was totally absorbed in her presence.
Mr. Darcy arrived soon afterwards and seeing Jane so occupied he only stood long enough to offer her his best wishes for a continuing recovery before taking a seat at the desk, which was too near Elizabeth for his own good, but distant enough to pretend he was fooling himself. He did not address her and in that she was relieved. She was able to pursue her reading and needlework at leisure without the constant threat of verbal attack. He spent some time composing a letter to his sister until he realised it was full of repetition, which was no doubt the result of his fatigue after the morning ride. He folded the page into four and then continued to refold it again and again without apparent thought.
Elizabeth noticed his distraction from his correspondence and imagined that estate business occupied his thoughts. He suddenly stood and walked to the window and spent at least fifteen minutes examining the last fall of autumn leaves some of which were the exact colour of one of Elizabeth's bonnets. He was about to excuse himself when Mr. Bingley's sisters returned from a long trip to Meryton where they had managed to find several things to purchase. They bustled in with servants loaded with parcels and preceded to unwrap and display their goods. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth were both quite uninterested, in their different ways, but both managed to endure the chatter of the ladies as they discussed the comparison to London shops.
As soon as was practical, Mr. Darcy escaped, with the paltry excuse of checking on his horse. Miss Bingley was most put out while Mrs. Hurst went in pursuit of her husband who always managed to avoid shopping post mortems. Elizabeth was about to join in the conversation with her sister and Mr. Bingley, when he announced that Jane wanted to try a few minutes outside while the sun had some warmth. Elizabeth agreed and smiled as Mr. Bingley escorted her out the door. Some minutes later Mr. Darcy returned and Miss Bingley was busy talking to him when the servant entered with a request from her sister to attend her in her rooms. She glanced at Elizabeth and then back at Mr. Darcy who raised his eyebrows at her obvious reluctance to leave. Having no choice, she followed the servant, leaving Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth alone. Despite his resolve, he found it extremely difficult to think clearly in such a situation.
Although he felt he was in some danger of allowing his feelings to show, he was too attached to these feelings to deny himself the joy of her presence.
Thus, despite the jeopardy in which he was placing himself, he took up his book and sat within polite distance and perfect view of her and began to read. She glanced up but seeing his concentration she also was silent. And so they read together and Mr. Darcy once more felt the contentment of her company while she felt the strangeness of his staying without any conversation. She read the words on her page slowly and with definition in an attempt to become part of the passages rather than dwell on his behaviour. He read the same words again and again, fearing to look at her and even more fearful that she would speak and he would be forced to respond.
Thus each sat in his or her own private torture. She, determined to outsit him no matter how long he stayed and he, resolving nothing other than an overwhelming desire to always be thus with her.
Preparation and dressing for dinner was a welcome relief to them both as it gave them the excuse to escape the tenacity of each other. She hurried to her room so that she was ready early and could assist Jane. Mr. Darcy took a little more care than was usual even for him. He gave no thought to why; he just desired to look his best.
The two ladies entered the drawing room last and found everyone seated with a small glass of wine. Mr. Bingley immediately offered them the same and then assisted Jane to a chair. Elizabeth took a seat near the entrance and quite near Mr. Hurst. He acknowledged her before sitting again and turning to Mr. Darcy to finish their discussion. Elizabeth sipped her wine and attempted to hide her dislike of Mr. Darcy, after watching him speak to Jane but barely managing a bow to herself. When the servant announced dinner, Elizabeth delayed standing until Miss Bingley had secured Mr. Darcy's arm and was determined to walk in alone. However Mr. Darcy saw the discourtesy to Elizabeth and offered to accompany both ladies.
With the addition of Jane, Elizabeth found herself seated opposite Mr. Darcy and this made for a more pleasant evening. She had no recourse to speak to him and he certainly seemed to have no desire to speak to her. There was an exchange of glances when the gravy was being served but that only reminded her of his fastidiousness and his pride. And he was indeed feeling proud. He had managed to survive the whole day with barely a word to Elizabeth and had now only a few hours to manage before her departure. On return to the drawing room he took up cards with Mr. Hurst and despite losing every hand, felt very much in charge of himself once again.
He managed a very polite adieu as he retired, making sure that he was first to leave the room. He was sure he was almost asleep when he heard Elizabeth's quiet knock on Jane's door and her subsequent good night. The thought that he was actually listening for it quite escaped him.
The following morning, after Sunday service, the ladies of Longbourn took their leave. For Jane, there were fragile embraces from the ladies of Netherfield, while for Elizabeth there were slightly less than adequate words of farewell. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst had no more feeling for Elizabeth than she had for them and as has happened since time began, all ladies were aware of this despite not a single cross word being spoken between them.
The gentlemen were both feeling the loss of the ladies as well as separate pleasures in their departure. Jane was well again and for this Mr. Bingley must be grateful. Elizabeth was to be out of his sight, his hearing, his smell and for this Mr. Darcy must be just as grateful. His life could now continue as it should be, with estate business and sport the driving forces of his existence.
Elizabeth and Jane were not welcomed by their mother, whose marital machinations had been usurped for now. Mr. Bennet, however, was indeed happy to have his dear Elizabeth back home. He missed her spirit more than he knew. She hoped to resort to her usual habits of home, with a daily walk, sisterly gossip, various handcrafts and music. She had left Netherfield with a varied view of town society. Mr. Bingley was sheer delight yet his sisters could only be considered obnoxious. Mr. Hurst was exactly as he seemed on first acquaintance, self absorbed and disinterested. Mr. Darcy was proud, haughty, conceited and never opened his mouth other than to criticise.
Mr. Darcy managed to fill his afternoon with business, even though it was Sunday. He wrote numerous notes to his steward, settled three accounts and sent a drawing of a secretaire he wanted made for his sister. After nearly four hours of concentration, he retired to his rooms to dine alone. He suddenly found he had little appetite, which was no doubt the result of such strenuous thought on a day of rest. He hoped for a quiet evening but his mood would not allow it. He paced, he read, he sat and he drank but nothing could rid him of a strange sense of emptiness.
Chapter 13
The next morning, before even Elizabeth could return to her routine, Mr. Bennet announced the arrival of a distant, and previously unseen, cousin by the name of Mr. Collins. The said gentleman had sent a long-winded letter stating his visit along with an extensive resume of his life and current position, that of clergy to a great estate. Mr. Collins was the closest living male relative of Mr. Bennet and as such was the object of the entailment of Longbourn.
He arrived that very day and was no less or more than his letter indicated. He was long-winded, boastful of his own accomplishments as he saw them, and forever apologetic about the entailment but unwilling to let the subject drop. All this caused much distress for Mrs. Bennet who, despite her nerves, was convinced she would outlive her husband and be cast aside from her home.
Mr. Collins was the sort of person who encompassed all those present and the whole family had no choice but to listen to his monologue. Dinner that evening was no less abhorrent as he laid out the minute details of his sponsor's life and worth. Lady Catherine de Bourgh was her name and in Elizabeth's mind she must be as pompous as he if she was able to tolerate his behaviour. They heard extensive details of her home, her daughter, her manner and her regard for him. He made ridiculous comments meant to favour the ladies and despite their obvious mirth at such stupidity, he appeared oblivious to any ridicule of himself.
The family as a whole was more than happy when Mr. Collins retired for the night but it was with trepidation that the young ladies of the household faced the breakfast table. Mr. Collins, it seemed, had come, on command from his patroness, to gain a wife. Not one of the Bennet girls was safe but he saw no problem with beginning at the eldest and working his way down. Thus he decided on Jane but Mrs. Bennet had no hesitation in overstating Jane's attachment to Mr. Bingley. To have one daughter so close to marriage, at least in her eyes, was admirable. However to have the opportunity to begin work on a second daughter was tantamount to overwhelming.
Being a man of simple pleasures and even simpler understanding, Mr. Collins moved on quickly and within minutes, Elizabeth was his choice. She was mortified but knowing her superiority to his in thinking and reasoning, she felt little concern other than possible embarrassment at his behaviour in front of other friends. The girls all managed to avoid him most of the morning but he attached himself to them on their walk to Meryton. The walk had been designed to absolve them of his presence but nothing would dissuade him from accompanying them, even a very brisk pace.
Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley had experienced less variation in their occupations since the ladies had departed and after a whole day of each other's company they were both more than willing to find righteous excuses to ride to Longbourn to enquire after them. Mr. Bingley had just cause for such a visit but Mr. Darcy had decided that his reason was just as valid. He enjoyed Miss Bennet's company and was just as interested in her welfare.
The ladies, with Mr. Collins, arrived in the town at the same time as some of the officers of the regiment were taking in the sights. Their attention was drawn to Mr. Denny, an acquaintance of Lydia's, who was in the company of a handsome man never seen before. Naturally the ladies had to know more and were soon introduced to Mr. Wickham who had just joined the regiment and was awaiting his uniform. And just as naturally, Mr. Wickham was attracted to the Bennet girls and particularly the older two. He was a man of considerable charm and intelligence and naturally that brought a feeling of enjoyment to the ladies. He happily entertained them for some minutes until they all heard the sound of horses. It was quickly noticed the riders to be Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bingley was all joy at seeing Jane and immediately enquired after her health and announced that they had been on their way to Longbourn for just such a purpose.
Mr. Darcy had noticed Elizabeth from some distance and felt he had to acknowledge her and was sure that such partiality would not be seen to be overly preferential. He halted his progress in front of the ladies who were still talking to an officer and another gentleman whose back was to him. He agreed with Mr. Bingley's comment and was just raising his hat in courtesy to the ladies when the newly arrived gentleman turned to face him.
Elizabeth was quite pleased to be seen talking to such a charming gentleman when encountered by Mr. Darcy but her pleasure was soon replaced by intrigue as she saw the instant change in both gentlemen as their eyes met. Mr. Darcy froze and his face turned white with anger while Mr. Wickham seemed flushed with what Elizabeth saw as discomfort at Mr. Darcy's manner. Mr. Darcy then barely managed an acknowledgement of herself and the ladies before turning his horse on down the road. Mr. Bingley found himself quickly uttering his good-byes and attempting to catch up with his friend. Mr. Wickham, however, recovered quickly and resumed his conversation with hardly a falter. All the ladies, other than Elizabeth, had missed the brief exchange of moods between Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham and therefore moved on to more inviting topics such as a dinner at their Aunt Philips the following evening. They invited the officers along, including Mr. Wickham, but he showed more manners than most by saying he would not attend without an invitation.
Elizabeth was very impressed. Mr. Wickham had shown himself to be a sensitive, intelligent man with no pretense or purpose to his manner. It was obvious that he knew Mr. Darcy but it was also obvious that he found him as haughty as she did. She felt an instant kinsmanship with him. The ladies proceeded to their aunt's home and she all too readily agreed to include the officers in her party for the next evening.
The gentlemen of Netherfield had continued their ride, now without purpose. They could hardly call at Longbourn after meeting the ladies in town. Mr. Bingley was disturbed by Mr. Darcy's sudden change of mood.
'Darcy, what is the matter? Surely we could have taken a little more time with the ladies. You were almost rude, man, riding off like that.'
'I had no desire to stay in Meryton, Bingley. Do you know how long the regiment is staying?'
'No idea! And why had you no desire to stay in Meryton? You really are most unforgiving Darcy. It is a small village but the ladies more than make up for it.'
'My urge to leave had nothing to do with the ladies, Bingley. I had no desire to be in the company of the gentleman they were talking to.'
'The clergyman?'
'No, the other one. The gentleman with Denny. He is man of no worth, Bingley.'
'You know him? Where from, man?'
'I know him very well, Charles, and I advise you to keep your sisters well away from him. He is not a man to be trusted under any circumstances.'
'May I ask what circumstances, Fitzwilliam?'
'I am really not at ease discussing the circumstances or anything else about him. All I can say is that he served my family very ill.'
'Can you tell me his name?'
'Wickham!'
'And that is all you have to offer?'
'It is! I cannot disclose my reasons, Charles, but I ask for your trust in me when I say that he is no good!'
'Without question, Fitzwilliam, without question. Should the ladies of Longbourn be warned as well?'
'I hardly know, Charles. Surely they would not be in danger from such a man.'
'Why would my sisters be in more danger than the Bennet family, Fitzwilliam?'
'Well you may ask, Charles. Suffice to say, Wickham's only interest lies in fortune. In all my dealings with him, that is the only thing he thinks of. I think we both agree that the ladies of Longbourn are safe from him.'
'Indeed, Fitzwilliam, indeed. I cannot abide a fellow who spends his time chasing a fortune. Abominable!'
'Once again, we agree, Charles. Although the eligibility of a lady can often be determined by such.'
'Nonsense! Happiness is not dependent on pounds.'
'But Bingley, there is more to marriage than the frivolity of happiness. One must have a partner who suits in every respect including background, position, breeding.'
'To be sure, Darcy, but who is to determine these? A variation in any, is no reason to dismiss them.'
'It is expectation that rules us, Bingley. Expectation from our family, our peers, our own selves. We cannot escape that.'
'Any expectation we have ourselves is easily overcome as it is self-inflicted. Life does not succeed simply because all the rules are obeyed, especially rules that are as transient as background. We must all be open to change, Darcy.'
'I find change very difficult, Charles, you know that.'
'Yes I do. But I know that you are a man of passion, Darcy. You feel much more deeply than most of us. I have seen you in those times and I am in awe of you. I think it is extraordinary to feel so deeply. I cannot do it myself. I take my life as it comes.'
'And enjoy every minute of it. I am in awe of you, Bingley.'
Their affectionate smile at each other brought on a round of laughter that caused their horses to balk slightly.
'I think the beasts are restless, Bingley. Shall we?'
'Indeed!'
They increased their pace through a gentle canter to a fast gallop and no further mention was made of Mr. Wickham or any other part of their conversation. They were such friends that certain things are left as they are, never mentioned again but never forgotten.
On the return journey to Longbourn, Elizabeth felt obliged to tell Jane of the interchange between Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham. She related how rude Mr. Darcy was to Mr. Wickham and Jane agreed that his riding on like that was lacking in politeness. She did however wonder if there was more to it than it appeared but Elizabeth was not ready to find any other reasons than those already set in her mind about Mr. Darcy. The ladies all returned to Longbourn full of news of the new gentleman in town while Mr. Collins was full of praise for Mrs. Phillips.
Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley rode on for another hour leisurely taking in the ambience of the country in autumn. They returned to Netherfield in time for tea and just in time to avoid the light drizzle that had begun to fall. On entering the drawing room, Mr. Bingley spoke to his sisters.
'Caroline, Louisa, there is a new gentleman in town who has been acquainted with Darcy and it seems he is of no good character. Mr. Darcy specifically asked me to warn you about him, didn't you, Darcy?'
'I did indeed, Charles. I do not wish to offer details, albeit to say he is not worthy of any association. You must take my word on this.'
With that, Mr. Darcy left the room and the Bingleys were left to consider Mr. Darcy's words which definitely showed no compromise for Mr. Wickham. However, knowing the pride that Mr. Darcy held on respect and character, they did not doubt his opinion at all.
The ladies of Longbourn, however, had become more and more intrigued by this gentleman after hearing some gossip about his taking a commission of lieutenant in the regiment. Dinner that evening was full of further possibilities, which soon had him raised in expectation far beyond what their meagre knowledge should permit.
The following day was spent by Elizabeth in her morning walk, luckily without the companionship of Mr. Collins, and the afternoon was spent in deciding what to wear to dinner at her aunt's that evening. After all, a new gentleman, who was charming to all, was worthy of special attention.
Mr. Darcy spent the morning concluding further estate business followed by a superb round of billiards with Mr. Bingley. It was Mr. Bingley's game and Mr. Darcy was extremely pleased to win two of the six games they played. He felt this success was a sure sign that his life was returning to normal. The gentlemen dined alone that evening as the ladies of Netherfield were inclined to spend the evening in their respective rooms discussing the possible guest list for Mr. Bingley's proposed ball.
The ladies of Longbourn were accompanied by Mr. Collins to their aunt's home for dinner and games. Mr. Collins proved to be less and less desirable as a companion, if that is possible. He insinuated his way into every aspect of their lives with no concern for privacy. On arrival at their aunt's, Elizabeth quickly observed that Mr. Wickham was present and just as quickly hoped that she would find an occasion to delve into his knowledge of Mr. Darcy before the evening came to a close. Having little support or care from her sisters about Mr. Darcy, she revelled in the thought of having someone with whom to discuss him although she knew that she could not bring up the topic herself.
As he approached, she realised that her initial opinion of his looks and manner had been uppermost in her mind since their meeting and that they were indeed enhanced by this second meeting. Every woman in the room was charmed by his style and Elizabeth was more than proud to find herself his preferred companion. After all, when a lady of renowned intellect and beauty is rejected by the most eligible man in town then it is necessary to ensure that the event is quickly forgotten. And what better way to forget than to have another handsome gentleman pay due attention. Thus Elizabeth was ready and willing to give Mr. Wickham a level of trust and attention that would have surprised even her if she had been thinking clearly. All she knew was what any lady of almost twenty-one knows and that is the desire to be admired openly by a handsome gentleman.
Mr. Wickham fell into easy conversation just as he had on first acquaintance and it was only a short time before he enquired how long Mr. Darcy had been at Netherfield. Being so anxious to establish Mr. Darcy as a topic of conversation, Elizabeth failed to see the impropriety in Mr. Wickham's initial enquiries or even more why he had singled her out for these questions.
Mr. Wickham had lived in a world where favour was given and just as easily withdrawn. He had been raised in a world endowed with privilege yet had always remained on the fringe of such advantage. It had been offered and accepted but was never rightfully his. He was an intelligent little boy and he had learned very early in life that one could gain greater return by behaviour designed to please. And thus he lived his life, seeking gain without effort. He had seen the look of defiance in Elizabeth's eyes as she looked at Mr. Darcy and he knew instantly that she had been hurt by him and that she was the perfect person to ally himself with in a town perhaps already too influenced by Mr. Darcy. His joy at seeing her welcoming smile was all he needed.
Mr. Wickham thus continued his comment on Mr. Darcy's behaviour. He informed her of his association with his family, and seeing her acceptance of his tale, he confided in her that Mr. Darcy had failed to fulfill the desires of his own father in relation to himself. Despite his initial rejection of her as a dance partner, Elizabeth had failed to find anyone willing to support her opinion of Mr. Darcy and to suddenly find such a charming and handsome man with a similar view was so inviting as to be impossible to resist. He simply must be right!
Mr. Darcy was definitely unlikable but she needed stronger evidence to ensure her thinking was correct. She was thus eager to listen to Mr. Wickham's tales with more than casual interest and indeed with great enthusiasm. Her evidence was secure. Mr. Darcy was not only everything unworthy that she had previously established but even more so with the added evidence of Mr. Wickham. She enquired about Miss Darcy, hoping that she was as proud as her brother. Mr. Wickham was only too happy to fulfill Elizabeth's expectations on that respect as well. Even when she pointed out that not everyone found Mr. Darcy arrogant, he conferred with her that Mr. Darcy was cunning in his choice of words and motives and most people were fooled by him. On hearing the name of her cousin mentioned, he further informed her that Mr. Collins' benefactor was actually the aunt of Mr. Darcy. On hearing the added news that her daughter, Anne, was engaged to Mr. Darcy, made for an excellent night for Elizabeth. She had confirmation that her character assessment had not failed and she had gained the attention of a man as charming and handsome as Mr. Bingley.
However, after listening to his version of their association, Elizabeth felt that Mr. Wickham might feel uncomfortable being in the vicinity of Mr. Darcy. Mr. Wickham proved to be worthy of further praise by his stating that the strength of his own character prevented him being intimidated by the likes of Mr. Darcy. More and more, Elizabeth felt justified in her thinking of Mr. Darcy and more and more, Mr. Wickham began to feel at ease.
Elizabeth returned home that evening with a feeling that could almost be called gloating. She had lived a life that allowed little variation in company or opinions and although she was blessed with a superior intellect enhanced by extensive reading, she still resided in a world of limited social resource. Her knowledge of things outside this society were almost unknown to her and although she was fully justified in her pride of her astute character assessments, her decisions were based on a level of naiveté that was to be expected in such an environment. She had never experienced real pain in her life, or real sadness, and she resided in a protected world where her intellect had reined supreme. She had no reason to ever question her own judgment and thus she chose to ignore what was outside her realm of experience. Above all, Elizabeth was loved and a woman so blessed by the surroundings of such a family has no cause to think otherwise of the world.
She had encountered Mr. Darcy at a vulnerable time in her life when her social thinking and those of her family almost all related to marriage. Elizabeth had fallen for the expectations of any young woman faced with such a rich and handsome young man. She saw him as a potential husband. However, his censure of her so early on, without any prior knowledge, not even an introduction, had caused her so much mortification that she had quickly decided that he would never be interested in her and thus she must never be interested in him. And in that endeavour she had built up her prejudice. Now with Mr. Wickham's additions she was sure she would have no cause to question her thinking of Mr. Darcy ever again. He would be forever the last man in the world whom she could ever be prevailed on to marry.
Chapter 14
Elizabeth wasted no time in relaying all of Mr. Wickham's story to Jane. Jane, however, with a more forgiving mind and a desire for goodness in all, chose to take the line of least resistance and presume that the obligation had been misconstrued by Mr. Darcy or that Mr. Wickham had somehow misunderstood the favour promised by Mr. Darcy's father. Elizabeth, on the other hand, would have none of it. She was determined that her judgments of both men were without equal and that left no question but that Mr. Darcy had willfully cast aside his obligations to Mr. Wickham.
Jane pointed out that if such a story was true or even part of it true, then it would sully the character of Mr. Darcy to such an extent that she doubted Mr. Bingley would be his friend. Of course, Elizabeth had all those objections well in hand by pointing out that Mr. Darcy would no doubt not disclose such events to his friend. The topic was thereafter cast aside as the ladies were never to reach an agreement on such a subject while one of them was so very determined to find fault with one of the gentlemen.
Meanwhile the gentlemen in question continued on their business with little conversation but much thought being given to the ladies of Longbourn.
'Darcy, the date is set, next Tuesday.'
'The date for what, Bingley?'
'The ball, man, the ball. I am to presume you will be able to sleep through the music?' teased Mr. Bingley.
'I can honestly say that there is only one thing worse than a ball and that is attempting sleep during it. You are no friend, Bingley. You know I must attend,' replied Mr. Darcy with a smirk on his face.
'You definitely protest too much, man. I know you desire the company of the ladies. You have not been yourself since their departure. Is it possible that you miss your evening skirmishes with Miss Elizabeth?'
'It is not possible, Bingley. I miss the peace we both had before we knew them.'
'I have never known such a man. You take such pleasure in wild statement designed to be untrue.'
'And that is the most ridiculous statement you have made today, Bingley. Only today, mind you.'
The gentlemen continued on their walk, in the hope of spotting a badger or two. Their dogs were in fine form with noses pressed to the breeze and one paw often lifted in alert. But if there were badgers to be had, then the gentlemen of Netherfield failed to find them, as they were both distracted by thoughts of how fine a lady can look at a ball.
The ladies, meanwhile, having received their invitations in person were totally absorbed by looking their best at the ball. Balls were not frequent in such a small country society and the event was to be quite the occasion. Lydia demanded a new frock but was denied as her father felt the household contained sufficient ball dresses for her to choose from. Kitty was busy in the attempt to have the neckline of her choice slightly lowered. It had been worn once by Jane but Kitty had yet to have the fullness of Jane's figure and felt that a lower neckline would compensate. Mary was determined to wear her best frock but was denied by her mother who felt that the occasion demanded something better. In that aim she was having a previously worn dress of Elizabeth's remade. Jane was to have a new frock made, as was Elizabeth. Neither of them had had anything new for at least three months and Mrs. Bennet felt the ball was to be a turning point in Jane's life and perhaps Elizabeth's also, now that she had Mr. Wickham and Mr. Collins in her sights.
Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst would have preferred the ball be delayed a week, enabling them to visit town for new fittings. However, Mr. Bingley was determined to have it next Tuesday and that meant they were forced to each wear a gown that had been seen before in town. Hopefully no one from there would be present although Miss Bingley felt Mr. Darcy was sure to notice. Mr. Bingley was to wear his black jacket and new stockings and was more than content to spend the weekend dreaming of Jane.
Mr. Darcy was in a strange frame of mind. He had informed his friend of Mr. Wickham's reputation and had no further recourse as far as he was concerned, without disclosing a chapter in his family's life that was far to raw to discuss. He had seen Mr. Wickham talking to Elizabeth and knowing the man's charms, he had been uneasy ever since. However, he knew that Elizabeth was far from silly and was endowed with ability to see right through the likes of such a man. Yes, he should have no worry. If there was one woman in the world who could stand up to Mr. Wickham it was Elizabeth. The feelings that followed such thoughts, brought him right back to those days late last week when he was in her constant company and he felt his chest tighten once again at the pleasure. He must put this aside and go on as normal. His mood had not brightened when she left and he had spent some days feeling morose. However the news of the ball had raised his spirits and he was forced to deny that the reason was the forthcoming company of Elizabeth. No, it must not be so. The reason for his improved mood must be that sufficient time had passed since he had been in her company and he was becoming indifferent. However, he spoke to his man for some time about his attire for the ball and it was decided that all black with the addition of a new silk tie from London would be perfect. He also had new black slippers in the softest calfskin, which would complete his wardrobe.
The weekend dragged for all the residents of Longbourn and Netherfield. It began to rain on Thursday night and continued non-stop all through the next four days leaving no opportunity for outdoor exercise or variance in activities. Mr. Darcy found that there was only so much reading a man could do without discussion of the subject with another interested party while Elizabeth found that the company of her family was not adequate to keep her mind from wishing for more stimulating conversations. Her father spent his time alone in his library for most of the day and her short times with him had become insufficient for her as she had got older. She was thus left with the lurking presence of Mr. Collins who spoke so much and so often that it was impossible to think.
Sunday service was a relief for both parties as it obligated them to make the effort to go outside. The Netherfield party travelled by carriage but the Longbourn party, living much closer, chose to walk and avoid numerous trips in their small equipage. The mud was sufficient for the ladies to have to clean up somewhat on arrival and Elizabeth was just rubbing her boots on a large stone when the Netherfield carriage pulled up. Mr. Darcy descended first, followed by Mr. Bingley. Both gentlemen noticed Elizabeth and Jane instantly and were distracted at the sight of them. Miss Bingley was thus neglected in her descent and feigned a slight slip in order to attract their attention. Mr. Bingley obliged but Mr. Darcy remained watching Elizabeth. She turned as her boots were cleaned and caught his eye with a look of defiance. Not able to relax in her presence, he returned her look with only the slightest hint of humour. In fact it was so slight as to appear as a smirk of disdain and Elizabeth turned in a huff and entered the vestibule.
The service was as normal but the proceedings afterwards left Elizabeth mortified as Mr. Collins chose to disseminate the sermon phrase by phrase in a tone so loud as to be heard by all. Mr. Darcy stood with his head bowed, avoiding any glance at Elizabeth and she took a similar stance as far away from Mr. Collins as was acceptable. However her fortunes were further damaged by Mr. Collins calling to her and taking her arm for the return walk to Longbourn.
The remainder of Sunday and Monday were spent in no further outings and it was with relief that Tuesday arrived and a lady could justify spending hours on end worrying about her frock and accessories. Elizabeth thus retreated to her room and was sure the day would fly. However it was necessary to attend lunch and it was there that Mr. Collins singled her out for the first two dances. She had no choice but to accept but it completely ruined her mood, as she was sure that Mr. Wickham would have secured her for those dances. However she was not one to brood and this unfortunate incident at least meant that the rest of the evening might be free of Mr. Collins.
Elizabeth began her bath quite early in the afternoon, determined that her attire and grooming would be without fault. She had her frock steamed, her slippers brushed and had chosen fine silk ribbons for her hair. She had even gone to the extravagance of face papers to enhance the bloom on her cheeks.
Mr. Darcy began his bath later in the afternoon and chose the time after that for repose and relaxation. His man had his clothes laid out and was finishing the gloss on his dancing slippers. The new silk tie was draped over his dressing room chair and as his fingers brushed over it, he immediately thought of Elizabeth. His mind fluctuated through his choices for the evening. He could ignore her. Yes, he could. However, he was far too intelligent for such thoughts to linger more than momentarily. No he could not ignore her. If she was in the room then he must be close. His nature was one that allowed such intense feelings to over-ride any semblance of intellect. He knew he had no choice but to be in her presence all night.
He removed his robe and began to dress as his man returned with his dance slippers. He carefully donned each article of dress with a slow, almost deliberate, attention to the most minute of details. In fact he took so much time that music could be heard before he was finished. He dismissed his man and stood observing himself in the mirror. There was no look of feeling, nothing to be seen behind his expression. Yes, this was exactly how he wanted to appear tonight. He took a deep breath and left the room, slowly descending the stairs as a familiar chill ran through him.