Behind the Scenes - Section IX

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    Chapter 39

    Posted on Monday, 25 August 2003

    Elizabeth and her relations reached Longbourn in the early afternoon before dinner, finding the Gardiner children waiting for the carriage. She met Jane in the vestibule after she had run downstairs at the sound of the children's excitement. There was no further word than in her letters and although Mr. Bennet had been in town for five days, it seemed that their only hope lay in what Mr. Gardiner could do when he returned also to town.

    They all proceeded to Mrs. Bennet's apartment where she had ensconced herself as surely as any queen, holding court over her family with all the diligence of self-absorption. Her sobs of disgrace did not wet her hanky and her sighs of anguish did not lessen her appetite. She was simply spoilt and it seemed that no one knew of any way to change that. She adored her children but mainly for their beauty that must have come from her and not because of any other attributes they may have had. Her mind jumped through the process of time and within a few sentences, her life was at an end because of what others had caused to happen. It seemed that responsibility was something that Mrs. Bennet had never learned.

    The rest of the family dined alone without Mrs. Bennet and it was no less of a trial than a visit with her as Mary found it necessary to quote ominous prophecies to them all. It was a grateful Elizabeth and Jane who escaped for half an hour after lunch. There they sensibly analysed the situation, with Elizabeth eager to hear anything extra that Jane knew. Hearing that Colonel Forster himself had come after news that Mr. Wickham and Lydia were not to be married, Elizabeth felt again her imprudence at not disclosing all she knew of him prior to the regiment leaving Meryton. A letter written by Lydia to Colonel Forster's wife brought added surety that Lydia was every bit as young and foolish as any girl of fifteen could be.

    Mr. Darcy was well through the country by noon, driving his men to keep the coach at its limit. He had changed horses once already and expected another change before evening rest. He had nothing to do during the trip except review the best way to locate Mr. Wickham. He had a vast knowledge of his friends during his growing years and a limited knowledge of his acquaintance since then. Mr. Wickham had left Cambridge with education and little else, being typical of that type of man for whom formal knowledge is no precursor to greater thinking. He knew of his best friend at university and it was probable that he could be located. Whether or not Mr. Wickham had been in contact with him during this was conjecture at best but worthy of enquiry. There were also the various liaisons that Mr. Wickham had had during his adulthood, each one as varied as the moods of the man himself. He had wavered from seduction of wealthy men's wives to the various ladies whose lives were set up for seduction and whose mentors left them feeling the need of a man such as Wickham. He simply had done what he desired doing with no consideration of the consequences. In thinking over his behaviour, Mr. Darcy could not help but feel the imprudence of some of his own father's actions. It seemed such a good cause to supplement the education of a likable boy who was your steward's son but without the regulation of upbringing, it had fallen in bad stead for Wickham. He had inherited his own mother's extravagant behaviour and thus all the work Mr. Darcy had done had only encouraged the boy to want more at no cost to himself. He would have been much better left to the regulation of his father and not exposed to a life he could never achieve.

    In perusing these thoughts, Mr. Darcy had no way to avoid the incident at Ramsgate. The wariness he felt when he saw his sister's companion crept through him again and he felt the tension in his neck just as he had that day when he saw the look of adoration in her eyes as she looked at Mr. Wickham. He had always known the man to be of loose morals but until that day he had never suspected the depth to which he would go in search of retribution. In a flash he had seen what was happening and a quiet talk with Georgiana had confirmed it. To this day, he was amazed at the coincidence of his visit. If he had chosen to go just a day later, it would have been too late for his sister, her fate sealed by a scoundrel forever seeking what he was not born to have. Then just as he was attempting to put aside those events, he remembered Mrs. Younge, his sister's companion. She had been involved in the whole affair, instigating their meetings no doubt with a monetary reward in mind. He struggled to recall all the details of their relationship and slowly pieces came to mind. Wickham had met her through a prior dalliance he had had with the wife of an elderly Admiral. Mrs. Younge had been in her service. He knew little else of her but had no doubt that it would be possible to trace her. She might just know his latest contacts in town.

    He was still assessing the best way to locate Mrs. Younge when the carriage pulled up outside his own townhouse, having travelled far into the night to get there. His housekeeper had the house prepared and within an hour he was fast asleep in his own bed.

    The morning meal was early as he had a round of meetings to attend to, each one seeking more details of Mr. Wickham's contacts. He also sent a note to his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, seeking information of Wickham's regimental affairs. At this stage Mr. Darcy felt that there was nothing that could be left to chance. His meagre repast brought him little satisfaction, his stomach churning in a mixture of anguish and anger. He had been so close to discovering Elizabeth's mood, her wishes, and it had been ripped from him by the actions of a man he had hoped he would never hear of again. If only he had taken more direct action against him at Meryton. If only he had informed Colonel Forster of his record, none of this would have happened. He had little time to wallow in the effects of irony but he could not help but see the paradox in the appearance of Wickham in the only country village that he had visited within the last three years.

    His meetings done and his requests for information sent, Mr. Darcy chose a visit to his club, sure that a few personal enquiries there would bring word of Mr. Wickham. Although it was only ten o'clock when he arrived, he found his friend Dannon already well into the latest newspaper.

    'Dannon, how good to see you. I hope you got my note about Pemberley. Sorry to delay it all sir but I had business back in town.'

    'So it would seem Darcy. Urgent no doubt. I suspected you might have money in the east. I have lost two cargos to pirates. I've spoken to the Navy. It must be stopped.'

    'I agree. Fitzwilliam has spoken to a number of officers who have been engaged. It seems the Navy has no recourse on a governmental level. These brigands work alone. Dannon, I have a request of you.'

    'Speak up, anything Darcy.'

    'Wickham, have you seen him lately, heard of him?'

    'Old George! No ... wait a moment, I met him last year...ah, about November, I think. He said he had just joined a regiment ... in some village in Hertfordshire. Yes, it was definitely Hertfordshire. But surely you know more of him than anyone. I mean with your family connections.'

    'Severed some years back.'

    'I see. And you have further business with him?'

    'You could say that. I must locate him immediately,' said Mr. Darcy, his lips whitening with rage.

    'Judging by your mood, I think I would rather not be Wickham. Surely the regiment knows his whereabouts.'

    'He has left the regiment.'

    'Discharged already? Sounds like Wickham.'

    'No, not discharged, away without leave.'

    'Dischargeable offence, Darcy.'

    'But I still need to find him.'

    'You've sent the usual notes, I presume. Gaming was always his preference.'

    'All the popular houses will be covered. Dannon, have you seen Admiral Guston lately? You are acquaintances.'

    'We certainly are but the old fellow is rarely out these days.'

    'And his wife?'

    'Ah, the irrepressible Maria, She is often visiting Mary. Did I tell you that my youngest is now talking, Darcy?'

    'No you have not but a man of five children can hardly be suppressed for long.'

    'I say, Darcy, you remembered how many children I have.'

    'So it is still five?' said Mr. Darcy, smiling.

    'You have yet to love a woman, Darcy. When you do I expect you will also have a brood in no time.'

    'If the lady so desires.'

    'What is to be done, sir, such desires cannot be repressed.'

    'Controlled though.'

    'A man does not marry for solitude, my friend. If he does he will be sadly mistaken.'

    But five children in...what six years since I attended your wedding.'

    'And all healthy.'

    'That is fortunate.'

    'It is breeding, Darcy. Pick a fine woman and your children will be healthy.'

    'I shall remember your advice, Dannon. Now I must make a visit to the Lady Guston.'

    'Ah so the business is with the lady.'

    'Rather I think the lady can assist in my business. Good day Dannon. I will inform you when I can be next at Pemberley and once again, my apologies.'

    'Taken, sir. If I hear of Wickham I will tell you. Good morning sir.'

    Exchanging a quick bow, Mr. Darcy left smartly, taking his carriage to Regents Park, the home of Admiral Guston. Calling without notice was not something he felt comfortable with but he could not leave Elizabeth in such distress any longer than was necessary. After enquiring if the lady was at home, he was shown into the saloon where she joined him some minutes later.

    'Mr. Darcy, such an early call. You hardly give a lady time to dress.'

    'I apologise, madam, but business demands your attention.'

    'Sir, you have my interest.'

    'You once had a Mrs. Younge in your employ.'

    There was a slight heightening of colour as she straightened her skirt. 'I did sir.'

    'And would you know of her whereabouts now?'

    'May I ask why you wish this information, sir?'

    'You may but I am not inclined to disclose details.'

    'Mrs. Younge was discharged approximately four years ago.'

    'I am aware of that, madam. I am also aware she was recommended to my family by yourself, if I remember.'

    Once again she looked flushed. 'Ah yes, then perhaps there is some member of your household who might know more of her.'

    'I doubt that. She was dismissed under difficult circumstances. I am sure that no one in my employ would have any contact with her.'

    'I cannot imagine why I should know of her.'

    'Can you not madam? I was led to believe that her association with you was of a more personal nature and that she was often required to...'

    'If your next words are what I think they are, I fear you are mistaken sir.'

    'I am rarely mistaken, madam. My sources are impeccable. And I hope yours are as well. I had hoped to avoid mentioning certain ... topics that I suspect might prove awkward but I loathe any form of artifice when business is at hand. I need to locate George Wickham.'

    She turned to him, her lips parted in surprise. It was almost a minute before she replied.

    'I too loathe artifice, Mr. Darcy. I will tell you only that the gentleman is heard to have joined a regiment stationed in Hertfordshire. I have no further word of him.'

    Mr. Darcy looked closely at her and was sure she was telling all she knew. He switched immediately to his next clue.

    'And Mrs. Younge? Do you know of her presence in town?'

    She considered him carefully, aware that he was studying her every word.

    'Although Mrs. Younge has not been directly employed by me for some time, I have had some dealings with her during the last year. However it is now some months since we spoke. If you wait a moment sir, I will secure her last direction.'

    'Madam,' said Mr. Darcy politely. He turned to the window, smiling to himself. She returned in minutes holding a card that he took and perused.

    'Thank you madam. I will see myself out.'

    He strode to the door and left quickly in his own carriage, returning home to consider his next move.

    Elizabeth spent a lonely first night conjecturing over her future. She had little to recommend her at the best of times but after this news came into public scrutiny, she had no hope at all of a suitable offer. They would all be prey for Mr. Collins' good graces. Her thoughts of Mr. Darcy were simply sad. She had never desired his attentions but from the moment she heard his offer, she had changed. No longer was she a lady languishing in the simplicity of the country hoping to find a suitor who would have her. She was quite suddenly a lady desired and adored by a man whose choices were vast, almost limitless. Try as hard as she could, it was impossible to ignore the feeling of importance it gave her. And for a time that was all it did. But very slowly, ever so slowly, his attachment had changed more than her opinion of her future. It had changed her feelings for him for there is no greater or warmer feeling than being loved.

    Then when she saw him again and she knew that he had never lessened his love and that he held no censure towards her and that he was more than willing to display his affection for his family and friends to see, she knew that she had no hope but to love him in return for no woman has the strength or desire to resist such devotion when it is given without reason or favour. And then came Mr. Wickham almost destined from his first words to ruin her life and that of her family. She could never expect Mr. Darcy to make a second offer now. She could never wish it, in fact. For to do so was to reason away his background, his sister's distress and his own feelings towards Mr. Wickham. No, he was lost to her. They were lost to each other and there was nothing to be done to restore their bond. At least she would always have his love in her memory and she pondered if she would ever have such devotion again.

    Mr. Gardiner left for town the next day and two days later Mrs. Gardiner received a letter from him stating the efforts taken by Mr. Bennet to locate his daughter. However no matter where he travelled, it was to no avail. Mr. Gardiner had also written to Colonel Forster hoping for more details. He had added an additional postscript hoping that Elizabeth might be able to tell them if Mr. Wickham had any relations or associates in town. Elizabeth knew from where this came but knew that she had no such knowledge. The return was sent and the family spent each day waiting for word of the post and the news that it might bring. In fact their whole days revolved around that very time. The week following would have been bearable if they had not received a letter from Mr. Collins who had heard the news quickly from Lucas Lodge. His words were just as Elizabeth expected from him as he pointed out the damage done to all of them, sure that their fate was now sealed.

    The post then ceased for two days until they received another letter from Mr. Gardiner stating that Colonel Forster's reply had brought no further knowledge of Mr. Wickham's plans. He did however include further knowledge of Mr. Wickham's behaviour and vices all of which added to their distress. The only good news was that Mr. Bennet was due home the following day.

    Meanwhile, Mr. Darcy had chosen his course of action. Knowing Mrs. Younge's abode was prodigious but he was careful to consider what her reaction might be to his visit. Instead he chose to send a stranger to her, someone he could trust but unknown to Mrs. Younge. This man could then determine if she was still resident in Edward Street and if not, where she might be now. Not wishing to have any reference to himself in case Mr. Wickham was actually with her, he chose to remain distant from the caller as well, having his man make the contact. Not two hours later he received word that Mrs. Younge was indeed still at Edward Street, running a large lodging house. Sure that he would find Mr. Wickham there with Lydia, Mr. Darcy chose the next morning to call himself.

    He left his carriage at a side street and entered the area on foot accompanied by the servant. His knock on the main door was loud and authoritative. It was answered by a servant.

    'I am here to see Mrs. Younge.'

    'And who might be callin' sir?'

    'An old acquaintance. I will see her.' He brushed past the servant and moved to the main room to the right of the entrance. Mrs. Younge was there in the company of two supposed lodgers.

    'Mr. Darcy!' she exclaimed on seeing him.

    'Mrs. Younge. I require your knowledge.'

    'Sir?'

    'Alone, madam!'

    The lodgers scurried out without an actual request at the presence of such a grand man.

    'Alone it shall be, Mr. Darcy.'

    'I presume you have Wickham lodging here.'

    'Mr. Wickham, here?'

    'Mrs. Younge, I do not have the time nor the patience to endure the various ploys you may use to deter me. I will see him.'

    'He is in the regiment.'

    'He was in the regiment. Now he is in town as you well know, madam.'

    'I have no knowledge of him.'

    'Then who has ... madam?'

    'I know nothing of him.'

    'Then perhaps you will think well over the next day. I will return tomorrow and if you cannot remember then, I will take it upon myself to investigate your lodgers in more detail. I will have my way in this, madam.'

    He strode from the room and the house and was in his carriage in minutes.

    Meanwhile, Mrs. Younge had a note to write. The tall man stopped in front of a small house some three blocks from Edward Street, quite close to Cheapside. The note was handed over without him entering the house. Two hours later, Mrs. Younge was busy pulling on her bonnet and gloves. She had an appointment to keep.

    She entered the tearoom through the main door and was immediately shown to a table where Mr. Wickham was sitting.

    'Alice, it is best you not send your man.'

    'I had no choice, George. Darcy called.'

    'Darcy? What did he want?'

    'It seemed he wanted to see you. I told him nothing.'

    'And continue to do so. He will not harm you.'

    'Of that I have no fear. But I do not wish to have my lodgers disturbed by the anger of Mr. Darcy. He will ruin me.'

    'What business did he have with me? Have you any knowledge of it?'

    'None at all. He only demanded to see you. He thought you were lodging with me.'

    'And you said nothing?'

    'Nothing. George, what have you done that demands Darcy's interest?'

    'I cannot think.'

    'The girl perhaps.'

    'The girl is nothing to him.'

    'It seems a strange coincidence then. Does he know the girl?'

    'He met her ... Elizabeth...'

    'I thought her name was Lydia.'

    'Elizabeth is her sister. Darcy may have knowledge from her. But he had left the district. I am not sure.'

    'I will find out what I can but he is determined to find you.'

    'Thank you Alice. As soon as I arrange funds, I shall leave town.'

    'And do what George? You have left the regiment so you have no place to go.'

    'I will arrange something. Good-bye Alice. I must leave.'

    Mr. Darcy returned to his home and prepared for the next morning. She was definitely avoiding his eyes. She was lying. He decided to call on her early in the new day giving her little chance to be out. True to his plan, he arrived just after eight o'clock, expecting to find her still in her rooms. However the organisation of a lodging house required the early appearance of the owner.

    'Mr. Darcy.'

    'Mrs. Younge. Has your memory improved, madam or perhaps it is your purse that needs replenishing?'

    'What business have you with Mr. Wickham?'

    'That is between the ... gentleman and myself, madam. Have you news of his abode?'

    'I cannot be sure. It may take some time.'

    'I do not have time. I demand you tell me now.'

    'And I willingly would, sir, but I have not found him yet.'

    'You mean you know where he is but you refuse to tell me unless I offer some incentive.'

    'I am a woman of honour, sir.'

    'Do not insult me, Mrs. Younge. I am not here to play games. Have you the information I require? I am prepared to make it worth your while.'

    'Then please call on the morrow.'

    'I shall call at nine o'clock and I will leave with the information.'

    He offered no farewell or reverence and simply left quickly. His frustration was now at its peak. He was sure she was helping Mr. Wickham and without using some forceful means he knew of no way to hurry the information from her.

    For Elizabeth, the return of her father brought additional pain. He was withdrawn and almost ashamed, at least for a little while, at his inability to protect his youngest daughter. The household ran it its usual manner, with Mrs. Bennet continuing to hold court upstairs and the older girls trying to appear normal. It would have been easy for Elizabeth to spend her every moment thinking of Lydia's state but her intellect would not allow her to do so. She had as much thought for herself and Mr. Darcy.

    He was lost to her now but she regretted not only the loss but also the waste of time she had spent in censuring him. That led her to continue to analyse her reasons, as she knew that she had put every effort into it for months. If she had cared naught for him, he would have been dismissed from her mind just as Mr. Collins was dismissed. She had no need to bait him with her wit, irritate him with her analyses and flaunt her intellect at him. But she had done all those things in an attempt to show him what he would not have because she was always sure that he would not have her.

    How could a man such as he want a lady such as herself? He had even stated his abhorrence of such society on his first visit. That had been her starting point she knew. But it was such a trivial comment, not meant for her ears and she knew that as well. However it had lead her to realise her position as nothing else ever had. She was destined for mediocrity or less and that realisation had hurt her to such an extent that she had to make him pay for it. He was the one man who symbolised all she had wanted in her life. He was handsome, rich, clever and a true gentleman and he could not be hers. What a silly way to behave. What an immature girl she had been. She wandered the paths of Longbourn and its environs, pondering these facts about herself and feeling his loss even more. He had loved her through all her censure and never wavered through her cruel words and misjudgments. He had proved himself so far above her that she felt abject shame at her behaviour, thinking it hardly better than Lydia's.

    Mrs. Gardiner returned to town with her children, leaving her niece sad and depressed. Although not a word had been spoken, she had expected Elizabeth to receive a letter from Mr. Darcy. But nothing had been forthcoming and the connection between the two remained as much a mystery to Mrs. Gardiner as it had been at Pemberley. The gentleman was obviously in love and judging by the present mood of her niece, she was also in the midst of fervour. She could see no reason for their separation, yet it was so and she was left with the contentment of maturity, glad that such things in her own life were settled.

    The night following Mr. Darcy's second call, Mrs. Younge visited Mr. Wickham's lodging and a heated discussion ensued. She was determined to gain from all this and it seemed that her friend was not in any position to offer reward for her silence. She saw the girl again, looking bored, and wondered how long he would stay with her. Once he left, she would have no bargaining power, as she was sure the girl was the reason for Mr. Darcy's interest. She left Mr. Wickham's rooms with a determination to do business with Mr. Darcy.

    He arrived almost five minutes early and was shown into the parlour where Mrs. Younge was sitting alone.

    'Sir, I am pleased you called.'

    'I do not see why, madam. You know that I will do what I say. Have you news for me?'

    'I think perhaps I do. However I am a loyal friend sir and feel unsure if I should disclose information to you.'

    'What price Mrs. Younge?'

    'Sir, you embarrass me.'

    'As you have been in my employ, you know the way I conduct my affairs. What price madam? I have no time for words. I must find Wickham.'

    'And the girl?'

    Mr. Darcy's eyes widened slightly as he heard that Mr. Wickham was still with Lydia. His one fear was that he had already abandoned her.

    'Yes, Miss Bennet is of interest to me.'

    'It seems you spend your time rescuing young girls, sir.'

    'Without the likes of Wickham, that would be unnecessary. The information madam?'

    'I am sorry about the smell of damp Mr. Darcy. It seems the roof requires some mending.'

    'I will not negotiate with you Mrs. Younge until I have the information I require and it is verified by a meeting with Wickham.'

    'You infer that I would lie to you Mr. Darcy.'

    'I infer no such thing. I am sure of it Mrs. Younge. You would say anything to secure your future. Where is he madam?'

    'Can I be secure in knowing that repairs to the house will be done if I disclose his lodging?'

    'You can! You cannot doubt my word.'

    'I cannot. He has lodgings in Clarence Street. Number thirty-three.'

    'Thank you madam. My man will be in touch with you.'

    He left immediately for Clarence Street, arriving outside within ten minutes. He found, surprisingly, that his mind was filled with Elizabeth. He had brought this on her and he must restore his worth in her eyes. He had no desire on earth to ever see or speak to Wickham again but for her he would cross oceans, fight wars and deal with rogues. He loved her to such an extent that he felt every bit of the hero she might want him to be. He felt more alive than he had in months and it was simply because he was about to help her. No greater gift could a lover bestow than the gift of honour and respect. And no greater gift could he give Elizabeth than the restoration of her happiness for only then could it be possible for her to love him as deeply as he loved her. He would never tell her of this for it must be his secret. If there was to be a union, it must be simply a blending of their pure spirits without cost or favour.

    Chapter 40

    Posted on Saturday, 30 August 2003

    Mr. Darcy took the front steps of the lodging house two at a time, his man following. He pounded on the door and was let in by the owner who informed him that the Wickhams were in. He did not wait for them to be called. Instead he took to the stairs and knocked on their door himself. Mr. Wickham opened in unsuspectingly.

    'Darcy!'

    Mr. Darcy glared at him and walked past, straight into the sitting room. A quick glance told him that Lydia was not in the room but there was evidence of her residing there. He picked up her robe and held it towards Mr. Wickham.

    'Where is she?'

    'You have no business here.'

    'I said, where is she? Miss Lydia Bennet, where is she?'

    'Would you like coffee?'

    'Do not fool with me, Wickham. I know you too well.'

    'Then you also know that I will not be commanded by you to do anything.'

    'I can ruin you within the hour. You will have no commission, no future in the whole of England if you do not tell me. Is she here?'

    'She is. At this moment she is visiting another lodger, a widow Mrs. Lister.'

    'Convenient. We can talk openly. Do you intend to marry her?'

    'Marry her! Hardly. I cannot live on nothing.'

    'I realise that Mr. Bennet has little fortune but I am sure he can find some little to support his daughter.'

    'I would have thought by now you would know me well enough to realise that such paltry sums are not for me. When I marry I intend it to be for fortune and nothing else.'

    'Then what of the lady?'

    Mr. Wickham just laughed, disgusting Mr. Darcy with his smirk.

    'Yet you left the regiment and all that goes with it to have her.'

    'I left the regiment for more reasons that Lydia Bennet. I had debts...debts of honour that could not be serviced.'

    'Debts of honour! Indeed you are a man unworthy of any honour. Does Miss Bennet know of your intentions?'

    'What is that to you? Why do you care about Miss Bennet? I presume you heard her story from her older sister, Miss Elizabeth.'

    Mr. Darcy squirmed as he heard Mr. Wickham pronounce Elizabeth's name. He had no desire to have him speak of her.

    'Where I heard of your flight is no business of yours. Suffice to say that word of it had reached town before you and the lady had. I will speak with Miss Bennet to secure her feelings in this.'

    'You will not!'

    'I will do as I wish Wickham. You have no power over me. I will wait for her return.'

    He took a seat near the window and turned to the view rather than face Mr. Wickham.

    'You will not leave?' asked Mr. Wickham.

    'Not until I have spoken to Miss Ben...'

    At that moment, the door burst open and Lydia walked in. Mr. Darcy stood and bowed and she returned the greeting in much surprise.

    'George, you did not tell me we had a visitor. Good morning Mr. Darcy.'

    'Miss Bennet. I wish to have a word with you alone.'

    She glanced at Mr. Wickham and getting no response, she nodded to Mr. Darcy.

    'Shall we go to the sitting room downstairs, sir?'

    'I will go to the sitting room. You may speak with Darcy here,' said Mr. Wickham as he walked out the door. Lydia turned back to Mr. Darcy.

    'Please take a seat sir. Would you like some coffee or tea perhaps, sir?'

    'No, nothing, thank you, Miss Bennet. I am here on personal business. Your family is greatly distressed about your removal from Brighton. I am here to secure your safety.'

    'Safety? I am not in danger.'

    'I beg to differ, ma'am. Mr. Wickham is not a man of honour.'

    'I have no idea of what you speak, Mr. Darcy. Mr. Wickham has been all kindness. He loves me, you see, and we are to be married.'

    'Perhaps he has mislead you, Miss Bennet. I am sure his intentions lie elsewhere.'

    'And I am sure they do not. You really do not understand him, Mr. Darcy. He has to establish his income and then we can be married. Until then he is obliged to live under the obligation of friends. It cannot be helped. He will resign his commission and go into law. At least that is what he thinks he might like. I much prefer it to the church. I cannot abide clergymen. How did you know we were here?'

    'A prior acquaintance. Miss Bennet, you must talk to your family, your father. He has been quite upset about your disappearance.'

    'I cannot. Papa will only make me go home with him.'

    'I am sure that would be the best course of action in this case. If Mr. Wickham intends to marry you, it can still take place from your home.'

    'I am not leaving Mr. Wickham. I know that all my family will try and stop us getting married if I leave.'

    'Perhaps I should inform you that Mr. Wickham has a...he has been in similar situations before. I truly advise you to leave with me now. I can take you to your relative's home in Cheapside.'

    'Uncle Gardiner is an old flop. He would never let me out of the house at all. I would be lost to Wickham.'

    'Perhaps you should consider the distress your family is in. They have had no knowledge of you for almost a week.'

    'Because I want to surprise them. Mama will be so happy to see me married. And I'm the youngest you know. Jane and Lizzy will be so jealous. And Kitty, what a laugh we will have. Mary will preach to me but she will never marry.'

    'I am sure that your older sisters will not be jealous in any way. Miss Bennet, you must understand the damage this is doing to your reputation...and theirs.'

    'But not when we are married! It is all nonsense to think of that. When I am Mrs. Wickham we will be able to go anywhere.'

    'Then please allow me to assist you at present. I could provide accommodations for you at my town house and provide a suitable companion.'

    'You mean we could move to your house? Oh that would be so much better than here. I will tell Mr. Wickham immediately. He will be so happy to have better lodgings.'

    'The offer was for yourself, Miss Bennet. A single young lady as yourself must preserve her reputation. Perhaps you may not be married for some time.'

    'It matters not when we are married. I will not leave Wickham under any circumstances, Mr. Darcy, and it is no use trying to persuade me.'

    'Then I must speak again with Mr. Wickham. Perhaps he can persuade you. Good morning Miss Bennet. Here is my card. If you need assistance in any way, I will be pleased to help.'

    'Thank you Mr. Darcy but Mr. Wickham will take care of me. Good morning, sir.'

    She bowed and he left, feeling frustrated with the lack of sense in the girl. She completely lacked any understanding of the likes of Mr. Wickham and it seemed he had no influence in changing her mind. He joined Mr. Wickham in the parlour downstairs and his tone took on a much more serious bent.

    'I told you she would not leave me, Darcy.'

    'You are quite despicable. Surely your bent is for more than a girl of barely fifteen years with no sense to recommend her.'

    'I think we are both men enough to ignore sense.'

    'You disgust me.'

    'And you bore me. Your life is nothing but obligation and regulation. I doubt you have laughed since you were fifteen yourself.'

    'What will it take for you to marry her?'

    'Ah bribery. Not like you Darcy. I do not want to marry her.'

    'Everyone has a price, Wickham. You in particular have always had a price.'

    'No in this case I think I will bide my time. I will not put myself under your regulation.'

    'I cannot let this rest. I will see you tomorrow and perhaps then you will have a change of mind in this matter. You must persuade her to leave your lodgings.'

    'Good morning Darcy. As I said, you bore me.'

    Mr. Wickham walked out of the room without further acknowledgement of Mr. Darcy, who stood with his arms pressed to his side, his breathing heavy. He could not leave Elizabeth's sister in this place. Yet he could not manhandle her from it. That would make him no better than Wickham. How he wished he had Elizabeth to confide in, talk with. It seemed at this moment that he could speak to her of anything. But this must be done alone to maintain Miss Bennet's reputation.

    He left the building and returned to his carriage, already working on a plan for the next day. What price would persuade Wickham? He would pay almost any price to achieve satisfaction for Elizabeth.

    Elizabeth meanwhile was enduring the combined pain of her loss, Jane's loss and the family's loss with an exterior fortitude that surprised even herself. She was calm, sensible and tolerant of the goings on of her father and mother. Her father had disappointed her once again. True, he felt remorse for Lydia's flight but he wallowed in what should have been done instead of taking action to secure her now. The post from her uncle told of his extraordinary attempts to locate her and each word pressed the incompetence of her father to cope with such a situation. As for her mother, what could really be said? She lay on her couch, draped in lace and shawls, sighing, sleeping, taking any visitors who called and not missing a meal. She had led a charmed life, living comfortably, indulged by a young husband enamoured with her youth and beauty and tolerated by a husband who had grown to know he needed more from her but under no obligation to achieve it.

    Jane was Jane, serene in all circumstances but now with a tinge of pathos about her quietness. The loss of Mr. Bingley had been a huge blow but now this additional loss of the family's reputation ensured that she could not rally a smile most days. Mary took to her accomplishments and her more serious reading, finding daily passages of retribution to quote over meals. Kitty was sixteen with a smattering of more sense than Lydia but in continual competition with her. She had readily enjoyed Lydia's account of her time in Brighton and thought nothing of her dalliances except as they affected her lack of them. But as Elizabeth knew, what more could they expect of a sixteen year old girl who had always been allowed think and behave as she wished.

    It was all so much to take in and so much to wish to escape from. He would be at Pemberley, riding daily with his friends, laughing over meals, walking to the stream, fishing, hunting. On her longer walk, she often glimpsed Netherfield and how much she wished he was there or that she could have that time again. Perhaps if her stubbornness regarding Mr. Darcy had been curbed earlier, their union might have been secure and Lydia might have come to Pemberley rather than Brighton. Oh what silly things we speculate upon when things are bad. Elizabeth was not usually one to think of what might have been and preferred to move on with her thoughts but so much at once and with a future as bleak as could be, there was nothing left but wishes of the past.

    She saw her aunt leave with the children with great regret as it seemed only she was truly sensible in all this. She did however feel a great desire on her aunt's part to know more of Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth could not speak of him though. It was simply impossible to put into words the relationship that existed between them. And it was even more impossible to put into words the feelings she had now when she thought of him. No, it would take some time before she could sit and discuss the man she loved more than anyone on earth when it was impossible that she would ever see him again.

    Mr. Darcy had little thought for what might have been. He had been through that and he would return to it when his mind allowed. For now he must deal with Mr. Wickham and Miss Bennet and his only course seemed to be money. It was the one guiding force in his childhood companion. He slept fitfully, his mind processing various options to tempt Wickham. He returned to Clarence Street at ten o'clock the next morning meeting the man alone.

    'Darcy, good to see you again.'

    'I doubt that. Have you persuaded Miss Bennet to leave with me?'

    Mr. Wickham laughed over his coffee.

    'Then it is to business. She will not leave unless you tell her to or throw her out. I will give you three thousand pounds.'

    'Three thousand pounds! Hardly enough to set me up for life. And she is determined that we will be married. I doubt she would leave even if I did ask her to.'

    'Keeping Miss Bennet with you is not about to set you up either.'

    'Ah but what bargaining power!'

    Mr. Darcy grimaced in disgust.

    'Have you touched her?'

    Mr. Wickham looked him directly in the eyes leaving no doubt as to the answer. Mr. Darcy stared back leaving no doubt as to his opinion of his actions.

    'Do not tell me that you would not do the same, Darcy. I hardly think you are without experience in such matters. You have not been completely cloistered.'

    'There are ways and means suitable to a gentleman. But to take advantage of such a young lady...'

    'Hypocrisy in my opinion. They are all young ladies.'

    Mr. Darcy had little answer to such a reply. The hypocrisy of his time was something that he had always felt but never expressed.

    'So you will not accept the amount?'

    'Indeed I will not. It would hardly cover my debts.'

    'What value are those?'

    'I would say near one thousand pounds in Brighton and town. There would be another three hundred pounds in Meryton.

    'If I can secure payment of your debts, would you consider marriage?'

    'No! You seem rather desperate, sir. I am attempting to establish what your motives are in all this. You hardly know the girl but I have heard that you showed a decided interest in her sister. Denny told me that she was the only woman you danced with at Netherfield. Well except for Bingley's sisters who are hardly the kind of women to suit you. Such an honour for a country girl. But such a girl. Far superior to her sister, in all respects!'

    Mr. Darcy was almost out of control. He refused to enter into a discussion of Elizabeth with Mr. Wickham and he could think of only one way to stop his innuendo.

    'Five thousand pounds and all debts paid off.'

    'Thirty thousand pounds and all debts paid off. You did deprive me of this amount once already.'

    The mention of his sister was just as unbearable as the mention of Elizabeth but he must endure this. He must prove himself worthy of both of them.

    'You cannot possibly imagine that I would hand such an amount to you. I will go now and let you consider my previous offer. Five thousand pounds and all debts paid off.'

    He left with no acknowledgement at all, preferring to leave Mr. Wickham as fast as possible.

    That night was no less content than previous ones since his return to town. He had to finalise this thing as fast as possible as every day brought risk of disclosure and the ruination of Miss Bennet. And that only brought thoughts of Elizabeth whom he knew would suffer more than anyone else in her family for only she had the intellect to fully comprehend the full and long term consequences of the act.

    His visit the following day was straight to the point.

    'Has the evening convinced you of my determination in this matter?' he said upon entry.

    'It has but it has also determined your rather desperate desire to make arrangements. I cannot consider an amount of less than twenty thousand pounds.'

    'I think you can. I have thought further and I think it impossible to hand you another sum of money which you would no doubt spend within the year.'

    'But it would be mine to spend.'

    'It would be ransom and that is all. This is my final offer. Ten thousand pounds and all debts paid off. I cannot extend myself further without knowledge of this to my family and even you would not wish the wrath of Lady Catherine upon you.'

    'Ten thousand pounds to let her go.'

    'No! Ten thousand pounds to marry her.'

    'You are asking a lot.'

    'Her reputation would be impossible to restore after this length of time. She must marry.'

    'Ten thousand pounds and all debts secured.'

    'Agreed! But you must leave the district. Absent yourself from acquaintances until this matter is forgotten.'

    'No! I cannot leave all my friends.'

    'Judging by your debts, I would imagine that they would be happy to see you go.'

    'I will not depart without some recompense. I have always had a desire to go into the regulars.'

    'You wish me to purchase you a commission as well?'

    'Ten thousand pounds settled, all debts secured and my commission. That should suffice. I would of course expect Miss Bennet's marriage settlement in due course and an appropriate annual sum from her father.'

    'He has little.'

    'That is no consequence to me. Say one hundred pounds a year. That will keep her from my own money.'

    'She is to be your wife!'

    'Such is the lot of a true gentleman. I could never desert a lady.' smirked Mr. Wickham

    'I wish this in writing. I will have the papers prepared.'

    'So nice to see you again, Darcy. It is always such a pleasure. I will see you out.'

    'I will see myself out. One thing, Miss Bennet must be removed from here prior to the wedding. All must appear proper to restore her.'

    'I would expect nothing less of you. When the papers are signed, she will be informed.'

    Mr. Wickham walked out leaving him at the door. Mr. Darcy returned to his carriage and then home, desiring nothing more than the solitude of his library. He had succeeded. It was no small amount but Elizabeth could rest easy. He had now to inform her family and he knew that the only one who could secure the safety of Miss Bennet and conclude this quickly was Mr. Gardiner. He called his man and sent a request for the direction of Mr. Gardiner in Cheapside. He would visit tomorrow after the papers were prepared.

    He sat back and relaxed for the first time since his return to town. He had done it and then his mind slipped to his disclosure of it all to her uncle. He was a man of integrity who would no doubt refuse Mr. Darcy's assistance. No man of honour would allow another to handle his family's affairs. But no man of honour would allow his niece to continue with a man like Wickham. He must explain his reasons and his actions as soon as possible and with that view he determined to visit Mr. Gardiner that very evening.

    He arrived around six o'clock, hoping to find the gentleman at ease after his day's work and also hoping that his family was otherwise engaged in preparation for the evening meal. His knock was greeted by a servant.

    'I wish to see Mr. Gardiner on business.'

    'Mr. Gardiner is with a guest but I shall enquire if he can see you.'

    The servant was about to take the card he offered when Mr. Darcy spoke again.

    'You say Mr. Gardiner is with a guest. Perhaps I should call later if he is otherwise engaged.'

    'As the guest is a member of the family, his brother in fact, Mr. Bennet, I am sure he would be pleased to see you, sir. May I present your card?'

    Mr. Darcy started slightly at hearing Mr. Bennet's name. He did not wish to disclose all he knew of Miss Bennet to her father until he had ascertained what response might be had from the more rational uncle. If Mr. Bennet felt as strongly as he himself had felt at the misfortune of Georgiana, then it would not be expedient to meet him now.

    'I will call again when Mr. Gardiner is free. Is Mr. Bennet staying long?'

    'I believe he is to return home tomorrow morning, sir.'

    'Then I shall call later tomorrow.'

    He turned and left the doorway, anxious to be gone before the gentlemen became aware of his presence. He sped away in his carriage, happy to have avoided a most difficult meeting.

    The following day Mrs. Gardiner met Mr. Bennet at the halfway stage and there they exchanged carriages, Mr. Bennet returning to Longbourn and Mrs. Gardiner to town, anxious to speak to her husband about what he had found but with little knowledge to assist his search. She had been home merely a few hours when a caller was announced, the very same gentleman who had called the evening before on business. Mr. Darcy requested to see Mr. Gardiner alone feeling the sensibility of Mrs. Gardiner in the discussions that must take place. He was thus shown into Mr. Gardiner's library.

    'Mr. Darcy, how wonderful to see you again.'

    'Good afternoon, sir. It is indeed a pleasure to see you again. However I come on serious matters.'

    'Sir?'

    'You have no doubt been informed by your niece that I was present in Lambton when she heard the news of her youngest sister.'

    'Lizzy did tell us you had called. However she did not disclose the extent of her disclosure on this matter. It is of great distress to all the family.'

    'I can well imagine. Sir, I must tell you that I have taken it upon myself to secure the safety and reputation of Miss Bennet in this. I realise that I have stepped beyond the bounds of a gentleman in taking action without informing the family but it could not be helped. As Mr. Wickham is well known to my family I felt it necessary that I seek him out using information known only to myself.'

    'Are you saying that you have found her sir?'

    'I have indeed, Mr. Gardiner. She is safe but she is still with Wickham.'

    'So they are married?'

    'No, they are not married. I must now inform you of things unpleasant to both of us. Wickham has no intention nor ever had any intention of marrying Miss Bennet.'

    'You mean...'

    'Yes, I do mean exactly that. His intentions towards her were selfish. He had need to leave Brighton due to debts he was unable to honour and it suited him to have her accompany him.'

    'So he intentionally misled her.'

    'That is correct.'

    'Then she is lost.'

    'Now I must also inform you of steps I have taken to secure her.'

    'Please explain yourself, Mr. Darcy.'

    'I located their lodgings some days ago and met with Wickham in order to ascertain his intentions. He informed me then that he would not marry her and the reasons for his leaving Brighton. I attempted to persuade Miss Bennet to leave immediately but to no avail. The lady is...she is very young sir, with little regard for the manipulations of older men. She refused to leave and informed me that they would be married eventually.'

    Mr. Gardiner was sitting with his mouth slightly open in amazement. The whole story of Mr. Wickham was so devious and incredible that he found it hard to comprehend.

    'I then met again with Wickham and made the only approach that I thought would persuade him to marry her. I offered him a settlement, sir.'

    'Sir, you overstep the bounds of honour. It should be her father or I who make such an offer.'

    'I agree sir but my ... I could not reveal what I knew of Wickham until I had spoken to him. They are of such a personal nature that I felt it necessary to determine his intentions before speaking to you, sir.'

    'You have had such dealings with him before?'

    'Not exactly the same situation but extremely close to it. It was my pride in keeping these dealings private that has enabled him to repeat his actions. I take all the blame upon myself.'

    'Ridiculous sir! The man and his actions are at fault. Knowledge of a previous event is not the reason this happened.'

    'It is, however, the reason it was allowed to happen. If others had known of him, then they could have taken steps to ensure Miss Bennet was not so much in his company. I will not be dissuaded in this, sir. My lack of action is at least in part responsible for Miss Bennet's predicament.'

    'And what have you proposed to solve this sir?'

    'I have offered him a sum to secure the marriage.'

    'As his intention was never to marry her and you spoke of debts he is unable to service, I presume the amount is substantial.'

    'It is, sir.'

    'Tell me, Mr. Darcy.'

    'Ten thousand pounds sir.'

    'Ten thousand pounds. It is more than I expected but it can be fulfilled. I will need a few days to divest myself of some investments.'

    'Sir, I will not consider your taking the amount on yourself. This was my offer and mine to fulfill.'

    'And that, sir, is quite impossible. Miss Bennet is my niece and I will secure her future.'

    'I will hear of no such thing, sir.'

    'It seems we are at a stumbling block, sir, for I cannot allow you to take this on yourself. My responsibility in this is so great that I must be allowed to complete the arrangements. I will not discuss this further.'

    Mr. Gardiner looked closely at Mr. Darcy and saw more than a man determined to make amends for past secrecy. No he was looking at the man who loved his dear Lizzy. It was behind his eyes, in his manner, in his words. He was not doing this for Lydia. He was doing this for Lizzy and if he loved her that much, he could never insist on taking this power from him. She deserved nothing less from this man.

    'It seems we are indeed at an impasse, sir. If your determination is that great then you must at least allow me to assist in other things. Please tell me what you have in mind to settle this. And sir, I will know it all.'

    Mr. Darcy suddenly felt the strength of this man and wondered how he came to be the brother of a woman so lacking in any of his manner. He was prepared to argue with Mr. Gardiner all day and night if necessary to gain his point but the man was intelligent enough to know that and relent quickly allowing them both to secure Lydia in the most expedient manner possible. He leaned towards his older companion and laid out the details.

    Mr. Gardiner was surprised. Ten thousand pounds was only the part of it. The purchase of a commission would be added expense and then there were the debts. In this he found his means of securing his own and Mr. Bennet's honour in this.

    'Sir, I must have a word. The debts, I cannot allow you to pay off his debts. At least in that I must have my way as I am sure that Mr. Bennet would want as well.'

    'I have not mentioned one detail in all this that must be said. I do not wish Mr. Bennet or any of the family to know the details of the arrangements that have been made to secure Miss Bennet. In particular, the sums agreed to must remain private. I would not wish word of this to spread beyond this room, sir.'

    'You mean her own father must not know.'

    'I have to be blunt, sir. I do not think that Mr. Bennet is the best man to deal with this. His...he is too close to Miss Lydia. It would pain him extremely to deal with Wickham on such a basis. And I am aware that the amount required would put him in such debt himself that great distress would be brought on the family. I would wish no more unhappiness for Longbourn.'

    Mr. Gardiner smiled to himself. Such a love! So sublime. He only hoped that the lady herself could discover the depth of his affection. He had seen it himself at Pemberley but to have it expressed in such terms was indeed something.

    'I understand, sir. I think we both agree on this. My sister would no doubt be informed of the details and from there it would be disclosed to all. We shall shake on this sir.'

    He leaned across and the man shook hands, firmly and in great friendship. They would deal with this together. Mr. Darcy was asked for the evening meal but felt it expedient to depart and allow Mr. Gardiner to absorb the happenings of the afternoon. They would meet on the morrow to finalise the details after Mr. Wickham had listed his debts for Mr. Darcy.

    He returned home exhausted. He had slept little for some days but now that the end seemed in place or near to it, he allowed his mind to rest his body. He called for a bath, ate a substantial meal and finished with a fine brandy. He even managed to read for almost an hour without distraction. He had reached a form of contentment not felt for so long. She would sigh with relief when word reached Longbourn. How he wished he could see her face. But this was his private doing, carefully executed for her. He loved her too deeply to ever wish for her gratitude. He had always enjoyed the feeling of giving but never had he experienced the exaltation of giving to the woman he loved with no expectation other than his own secret smile which he hoped would mirror her bliss.

    Chapter 41

    Posted on Thursday, 4 September 2003

    The following day Mr. Darcy received the necessary documents from his attorney and set off to discuss the finer details with Mr. Gardiner, including what participation they could allow Mr. Bennet to have. In that they felt it best to allow him to secure Wickham's debts in Meryton if the amounts were limited to what Wickham himself had said. It would give him honour in the village and honour to himself.

    He arrived around eleven o'clock and was met by Mrs. Gardiner who had been surprised to hear who their visitor had been the previous day. After polite enquiries as to the health of the whole family, which Mrs. Gardiner took to include those at Longbourn, he was shown to the library where the documents were perused by both gentlemen. Overnight Mr. Gardiner had made a resolution to take more on himself and so began a discussion between two very stubborn men.

    'Mr. Darcy, it all seems in order. Now we can only hope that Wickham signs it.'

    'Oh he will sign it sir.'

    'I will accompany you on delivery of these.'

    'Mr. Gardiner, I must insist on handling this myself, alone. My previous dealings with Mr. Wickham make it necessary that I do this.'

    'But I wish to see my niece.'

    'Part of the agreement I made with him is that she be returned to your home, sir. I hope that meets your favour.'

    'I would require nothing less. She must return here before the wedding. And Mr. Darcy, I feel it prudent that she be married from here.'

    'I agree. Now what of news to Longbourn?'

    'Before that sir, I must insist on one thing. I will buy the commission. Responsibility for his few debts is nothing. I must do more.'

    'And more you shall do sir, by taking in your niece. I will take no other from you, sir. Trust me when I say that the purchase of a commission for Wickham, one that I can tell you will be some way up north, is something I need to do. In some ways it is more important than the first sum. I need to have him secure in another district. The fact that your niece must accompany him cannot be helped.'

    'Are you free to reveal the reasons for your determination in this sir? I cannot imagine what harm Mr. Wickham has done to you to require such action on your part.'

    'I cannot say more. As you know he grew up at Pemberley, the son of my father's steward and despite every advantage and education, he failed to gain in morals or responsibility. In fact I think that it may have made him greedy. Since then he has continued to affect my family in ways that are too painful to discuss. This, I hope, is the final step in our relationship.'

    'I will not press you further, sir. When do you see Wickham?'

    'Monday ... tomorrow morning. I will return here as soon as I have seen him.'

    'Excellent, sir. Now I must insist you eat with us. Mrs. Gardiner is anxious to speak to you again and I am sure I smell an excellent mutton roast.'

    'I am afraid I must be gone, sir. However I would be grateful for an invitation when all this is over.'

    'Indeed, sir. Good morning, Mr. Darcy.'

    'Good morning, Mr. Gardiner.'

    At Longbourn, the Saturday post had been eagerly awaited and just as quickly cast aside. It had now been just over two weeks since Lydia had left Brighton and each day meant another barrier to her recovery. There had been little sighting since a change of coach on the first day and the family was all sure that if they had gone to Scotland, then they would have already have news of the marriage. To consider that she was residing with Mr. Wickham outside of any marriage documents was almost impossible to think about. No lady could maintain her reputation through this.

    Elizabeth had now reached that stage of contemplation where it was impossible to think of life ever being normal again. She had resolved that the family was forever tainted and as a result she must look to a future far removed from the one she had always hoped for. It would be almost impossible to secure a happy marriage for herself now. No man of any consequence would have her or any of her sisters. She would be forced to accept whatever offer was made or choose to take her life in another direction.

    In that, Elizabeth was sure she could be somewhat content. She had never felt the pressing need to marry simply because there was no other choice for a lady. It might be ideal but she would not settle for a marriage without affection and the likelihood of finding a new affection now was hopeless. She had fallen in love and a greater love she could not have felt. Anything less would be compromise because there was no other man like her Mr. Darcy.

    She wondered if he would marry elsewhere now. He no doubt would, as heirs are important in such a family. But she knew without doubt that his love for her had continued through the pain of her refusal and was still just as strong months later. She smiled to herself as she thought of that because a lady does so wish that she is not easily forgotten. It is her greatest desire to be remembered well and to be longed for, long after the connection is severed. And so her walk took her she knew not where as she took enjoyment from his devotion.

    Mr. Darcy saw Mr. Wickham early on Monday. The documents were examined and Mr. Wickham was ready to sign. However first, Mr. Darcy insisted on one thing. He was adamant that the whole of the business be kept secret particularly from Miss Bennet. He intended to be at the ceremony but his presence there must also be kept secret. Mr. Wickham had little problem with that, as he was quite happy to allow the world to think that his newly found fortune was his own doing. In fact he had already made a list of items he was anxious to acquire.

    The following hour brought the required signatures and then Mr. Darcy waited while Mr. Wickham spoke to Lydia. He insisted that she be ready to leave for her uncle's home that afternoon. She returned with Mr. Wickham, reluctant but willing to do as he wished. She was still unable to see a reason for it but a quick glance at Mr. Darcy left her compliant. She was as excited as Mr. Wickham to find that his fortune had come in and she saw no reason to question the convenience of it all or see any coincidence in the repeated appearance of Mr. Darcy at their lodgings.

    Mr. Darcy returned to Cheapside immediately and he and Mr. Gardiner decided on the best method to inform Longbourn. A letter was composed setting out the fact of their situation and in an effort to distract Mr. Bennet from further enquiry, they quickly added the request that Lydia be included in the normal marriage settlement and a sum of one hundred pounds a year during his life. There was some discussion about how to handle the news of Mr. Wickham's sudden fortune and both decided that vagary would be best, simply saying that his circumstances were not as bad as they had suspected. As Mr. Wickham was already known to have lied about such things, this fitted well into his reputation. All that was left for Mr. Bennet was approval of the arrangement.

    As Mr. Darcy wished all of his involvement to remain secret it was also necessary to insist that Mr. Bennet not return to town, stating that to do so was to bring attention to the circumstances of the marriage and that it was best attended to as quietly and privately as possible. The letter was sent by express and they both sat back with a brandy in toast to a job well done. The post should arrive at Longbourn about the same time Lydia arrived at Cheapside. Mr. Darcy left before she arrived, having no wish to allow her to see his relationship with Mr. Gardiner. He suspected that she was too like her mother to keep secrets. Mr. Gardiner had begun arrangements already for the wedding, which must be so soon that banns would be impossible. He thus approached the Deanery of the Arches, whose parishes included Cheapside, for a licence for them to marry. He himself posted the bond and the wedding was set for two weeks hence.

    Upon his arrival home, Mr. Darcy set about his departure for Pemberley. He had left his friends for over a fortnight and he must return to them. The wedding would not be for two weeks and that would be sufficient time to entertain them. He sent word to Mr. Dannon and Mr. Sandby requesting their presence there also. He had much to make up to them for his previous rudeness. He left the following morning and was at Pemberley by Wednesday along with his new guests. Dinner that night was a large affair, with his friend and Miss Bingley anxious to know what kept him so long in town.

    'Darcy, your business is finalised I hope,' said Mr. Bingley.

    'Almost. I will have to return to town at the end of next week. But until then I am at your disposal. I hope my sister has been a suitable hostess.'

    'She has indeed. She has played for us every evening and ensures the smooth running of your household. We have wanted for nothing, have we Caroline?'

    'Oh, nothing at all, except your company, Mr. Darcy.'

    'I must apologise once more for deserting you all but as you see I brought stimulating company back with me.' He smiled across at his new guests. 'Sandby, I hear the fish are plentiful. We must be at the stream early.'

    'I am still waiting for my early morning ride with you, Mr. Darcy,' said Miss Bingley.

    'And you shall have it. Dannon, Bingley, Sandby, what say you to a ride the next morning?'

    Miss Bingley pouted, her wish to have Mr. Darcy alone completely thwarted. She was so glad to see the back of Miss Elizabeth Bennet but now she had additional ladies and gentlemen to compete with. Of course, she was the only single lady at Pemberley besides his sister, so she was assured of her place next to Mr. Darcy at any occasion. However as the days progressed she found him leaning towards his sister more than her and he continually brought her forward as his partner in entertaining his guests. That left Miss Bingley very much in the company of her own brother and despite her repeated attempts to swap partners, it seemed that neither gentleman had any desire to concede.

    Lydia arrived by carriage at three o'clock, accompanied by Mr. Gardiner's manservant who had been sent to collect her. She was recalcitrant to say the least, pouting and obstinate about the reasons she had to stay at Cheapside. Mrs. Gardiner took it upon herself to assume the role her mother should have taken on years before and began to try and curb Lydia's attitude.

    'Lydia, may I come in?' asked Mrs. Gardiner after knocking lightly on the bedroom door.

    'Yes, aunt,' said Lydia with a roll of the eyes.

    Mrs. Gardiner entered and took a seat by the table while Lydia fussed with her clothes that were lying on the bed.

    'I hope you have realised the error of your actions in leaving with Mr. Wickham, Lydia.'

    'I cannot see what was so wrong. We were to be married after all.'

    'But dear, to depart ... elope almost with a man without knowledge to your family is unpardonable. You must know how distressed they have all been. Your father has been to town looking for you and you sent no word to anyone.'

    'It was nothing to do with anyone else and you know they would have brought me home and I would never have been married.'

    'That may have been for the best.'

    'The best! Oh aunt, how could it be for the best to stop a marriage? You know how mama is always talking about it. It is the very best to be married young.'

    'But fifteen, Lydia. Fifteen is far too young.'

    'Nonsense. I am tall for my age.'

    'Height has nothing to do with it, Lydia. You cannot know your own heart at fifteen.'

    'You may not but I certainly do. Wickham is quite the gentleman and he loves me and I love him.'

    'But surely you can see that you should have told your parents.'

    'Papa would not even allow me to go to Brighton until Mrs. Forster asked me. He would never have let me marry Wickham and that is all I want.'

    'Have you no mind about what a marriage is all about?'

    'I am not so silly, aunt. I will have my own house and servants and a carriage and I can do what I want.'

    'Oh Lydia, there is so much more to know. And your expenses must be considered.'

    'Nonsense, aunt. Wickham is rich, did you not know? He has acquired his fortune. He could not tell me all the details but he said we would have a fine house and I could have parties every day.'

    'You have behaved wickedly, Lydia. You have neglected any feeling for your family and put them in such anguish. Lizzy and your uncle and I had to rush back to Longbourn to assist in finding you. Such actions affect all of your family and relatives and cannot be borne.'

    'Well it all worked out in the end so what use is there in harping about it. And I will be the first married. Mama will be so excited. Has she sent word of the money for my wedding clothes? I must be about purchasing them tomorrow.'

    'You will not leave the house until your wedding, Lydia.'

    'You cannot make me stay inside the whole two weeks.'

    'Indeed I can. You are under my care and I will not allow you to flaunt yourself all over town after your previous behaviour. You will take the time to contemplate your actions and the consequences that resulted. I will leave you to consider what you have done but be assured that you will not be attending any parties or events while you are under my roof.'

    Mrs. Gardiner left her alone and it was not until the evening meal that Lydia appeared downstairs. She ate a hearty meal and chattered flirtingly with Mr. Gardiner in the hope that he would relent and allow her outside the house. However he supported his wife in her decision to keep her at home. He did permit visits from Mr. Wickham but only in the parlour in the company of either he or his wife. Lydia thus retired with a sullen look on her face and a determination to be as difficult as possible up to the wedding.

    For Mr. Darcy, this time leading up to the wedding of his adversary was a time of intense scrutiny of his own motives and desires. For sure he wanted Wickham gone from his life and the commission in the north might ensure that but there was more to this. He had done it to guarantee the happiness of Elizabeth and he realised that the financial cost of such a measure had been of no consequence to him at all. The moment he saw her crying, sobbing in misery, unable to hold her, he knew that nothing would stop him from taking any action required to help her.

    But what now? She would have received word of the wedding. She would be smiling, happy, but sad at the same time. She knew of Wickham. She knew that her sister would be caught forever in a marriage of convenience and that his actions towards Lydia might be tolerant at best. He lingered long over how she might feel about him. He was sure she was beginning to love him, dare he hope she was already there. She had blushed so often at his attentions, smiled radiantly at every invitation to Pemberley and been anxious to please him. Her actions and words when Miss Bingley attempted to embarrass her left him in no doubt as to her change of feelings. Yet he could not forget how wrong he had been before and how much that had cost him. If only they had had the time to talk before she left. He almost wished he had overstepped the bounds of propriety that day at Lambton and spoken to her. This quandary of feelings would then be settled.

    He participated in the various activities required of a host, including a ride with Miss Bingley. In fact he found himself more than usually able to tolerate her and he realised it was because she truly meant nothing to him. He had secured some feeling from Elizabeth and a man so desperate is willing to live well on morsels.

    The arrival of the express at Longbourn was met by some great degree of repentance from Mr. Bennet. In fact he had the note for almost half an hour before word seeped through the house. When Jane and Elizabeth found him and read it themselves they were frustrated with their father's attitude. He had not immediately replied which they both felt was mandatory but instead had taken to wandering the garden in contemplation of his own actions. On further enquiry they did find him absorbed over the financial arrangements that must have been made, for even Mr. Bennet was not so enraptured with his daughters to think that a man of Mr. Wickham's character would marry Lydia without compensation. He wallowed in his embarrassment over this and his concern about what to do to repay his brother.

    Jane and Elizabeth left him to write his consent and naturally began to discuss every detail of it all. Quickly Elizabeth realised that nothing had changed. Jane now insisted that Mr. Wickham must have some feelings for Lydia and nothing that Elizabeth was able to disclose would change her mind. She could not believe that her family could be so naïve, all living in a world centred on very narrow thinking. It seemed she had no one with whom she could confide. No one at Longbourn that is.

    She realised that the only person to whom she could talk of this in its entirety was Mr. Darcy. He had put no judgment on it, brooked no opinions likely to show censure for any party but simply listened and quietly and intelligently assisted her. And he would never reveal it. Of that she had no doubt. She trusted him more than any other person she knew. If only this had been any other circumstance, it would have been the thing to draw them together. Instead it had ripped them apart before they had begun. While she contemplated his kindness, she had great regret that she had allowed herself to tell him of it all. Perhaps it might have been possible to conceal it from those outside the family and that might have led to his further interest in her. But on further thought she knew that could never be. Under no circumstances could Mr. Darcy allow himself to be related to Mr. Wickham.

    And so she began to grieve to the full extent of a lady whose love is lost forever. It began with suspecting his victory at escaping such a union yet as she thought of this, she felt ashamed to think so lowly of him. Yet would not any man feel victorious in escaping such disgrace? Even her Mr. Darcy. He was no less human than any other man. Oh what a marriage they would have had. She knew now, as at no other time in her acquaintance with him, that their union would have been sublime, a perfect matching of temperament and intellect. She would have made him laugh at her silliness just as he would have curbed her wit. And the result would have been two almost perfect people, perfect in each other at least and lost in each other in the union of their minds and bodies. For Elizabeth did so much desire him as a man. Closing her eyes to see him was enough to fill her body with sensations and yearnings she had previously only read of.

    A few days later, the family received a second letter from Mr. Gardiner setting out a little more detail including the debts that Mr. Bennet was to cover in Meryton. He also included a desire from Lydia to visit the family before the move to the north. Mr. Bennet was at first reluctant to see either of them ever again but with his usual manner of dealing with things unpleasant he relented after some coercing from his wife. It seems that the years had brought on a pattern in their relationship. He disagreed, she complained and he enjoyed her flattery when he gave in to her.

    Two weeks after returning to Pemberley, Mr. Darcy returned to town, arriving the evening before the wedding. A post from Mr. Gardiner had secured the date and place and it was with some unease that he dressed the following morning. He would be present at the wedding. He would be the only person there with the Gardiners. At half past ten he was about to leave when he received a visit from Mr. Gardiner in company with his man Mr. Stone. It seemed that Mr. Gardiner wished to assure Mr. Darcy that all debts had been settled and everything was clear for the marriage.

    At Cheapside, Lydia was eager to leave for the church, more to leave her relatives than to embark on her new life as a wife. She was dressed and ready by half past ten and was mortified when Mr. Gardiner left on business before the wedding. She had seen Mr. Wickham twice during her stay at Cheapside and each time he had little to say other than the expectation of spending money. His affection for her was moderate at best although she showed the immaturity of youth by fawning and praising him at every turn.

    The arrival at the church brought together Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham and the Gardiners could not help but sense the extremes of emotion from the former. He was as silent and solemn as they had ever seen him with barely an acknowledgement of their presence. He simply glared at Mr. Wickham and stood close by him almost as if he expected him to flee. Lydia looked pretty but then all the Bennet girls were pretty. Her frock was simple cream satin with a voile covered bonnet and satin gloves. Mr. Wickham was sporting a new blue jacket. The ceremony was solemnized as bequeathed and the couple returned to Cheapside to collect Lydia's belongings before setting off for their new and more expensive lodgings.

    Mr. Darcy returned to his town house with an invitation to dine at Cheapside the next day. He spent the afternoon content. It was all over. The ceremony had been no longer than half an hour but each word was embedded in his mind. He had attended few weddings and none since his offer to Elizabeth and no man in his position could ignore the emotion of hearing those words spoken by the minister. Take this woman...the depth of meaning here was overwhelming and he found himself returning to those nights of physical longing for her. How he wished it could be but would she ever have him? Would she ignore all the wrongs between them and give herself to him. Please Elizabeth, consider it. I have done all in my power to secure it.

    He returned to Cheapside at six o'clock the next day, happy to be in the company of Elizabeth's relatives again. They were straightforward people with a good understanding of the world. And they were related to her. What better reason to enjoy every facet of their company? He knew that of himself but was willing to allow it as every word they said surrounded him with the feeling of Elizabeth.

    After a short greeting he followed them informally to the dining room where an intimate table was set. Seated around the small circular table there was ample opportunity for talk between good friends and the topic had to begin with the Wickhams.

    'So it is all over, sir. I cannot say that I am happy with the match but they had to marry and so it is done,' began Mr. Gardiner.

    'Yes it is done. I too doubt his sincerity, at least in the long term,' said Mr. Darcy.

    'They are to Longbourn tomorrow.'

    Mr. Darcy looked up from his meal at the mention of Elizabeth's home. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner both noticed his attention with a glance at each other.

    'Are you returning to Pemberley, Mr. Darcy?' asked Mrs. Gardiner.

    'Yes, I have yet to farewell my guests. They no doubt think me unsuitable for their attention. I have been coming and going so often.'

    'I am sure they think only the best of you, sir. Your hospitality is without fault,' said Mr. Gardiner.

    'It is indeed, Mr. Darcy,' replied Mrs. Gardiner. 'Lizzy and I had a wonderful time at Pemberley.'

    She looked directly at him hoping to see some additional response. Instead he kept his gaze steady.

    'No doubt because you are willing to be pleased, madam.'

    'Ah, but our niece is very discerning,' replied Mrs. Gardiner.

    'She is that. But never without careful thought,' said Mr. Darcy.

    'I am sure you have been subject to her wit, sir. Most people find her quite disconcerting, yet you seemed to enjoy your conversations with her,' said Mr. Gardiner, only too willing to join in his wife's sport.

    'Miss Bennet is an excellent raconteur. I am fond of wit,' he replied carefully.

    The Gardiners managed another quick glance at each other before the lady responded.

    'Then you must enjoy the company of our Lizzy very much, sir.'

    Mr. Darcy could only manage a smile in response. This talk of Elizabeth was very close to breaking his resolve to return to Pemberley. Mrs. Gardiner felt it necessary to continue the theme by questioning him more.

    'And so sir, what are your future plans now that this ... mess is settled?'

    Mr. Darcy left the first thought alone and changed the subject back to the Wickhams.

    'And a mess it was, madam. However it is resolved in the only way possible and now it must be up to them to decide their future.'

    'I hope Lydia will be happy. She is so very young with nothing of the manner of her older sisters. If only she could turn her enthusiasm in the way of Lizzy. She could learn much from her, do you not think so Mr. Darcy?'

    'Certainly, madam. Tell me, Mr. Gardiner, where is your favourite spot for angling? Surely the Thames has little to offer.'

    'Oh there are no fish in town. I think they have all moved to your stream, sir. What a delight it was to be in such company, on such an estate and enjoying my favourite sport. I cannot thank you enough, sir.'

    'No thank you is necessary, sir. I have not enjoyed myself so much in years. You must visit again and this time I hope your stay will be longer. There are many fish to catch at Pemberley.'

    Mrs. Gardiner smiled to herself. Oh yes there are many fish to catch but it seems that her Lizzy had caught the big one.

    'Do you travel in the country much yourself, sir?' asked Mrs. Gardiner.

    'A little. As you know I was at Netherfield with my friend last autumn.'

    'And have you plans to return there again?'

    'That is up to my friend. I am ... I would be happy to accompany him if he chooses to return. It was a most pleasant house.'

    'Lizzy did say it was quite outstanding. She often walks that way,' replied the lady.

    'I think I recall her walking there at least once, to see her sister when she was ill,' said Mr. Darcy. 'She was not put off by the bad weather either. Does Miss Bennet often travel with you, ma'am?'

    'She used to be in town with us quite often but rarely do we get the chance for such an extended trip to the north. However she is our definite favourite but you must not tell the other ladies at Longbourn,' she laughed.

    'It will be our secret, ma'am.'

    'Ours indeed, sir,' she replied with a smile at him. He blushed slightly, bringing a delightful glow to his eyes and causing him to look down at his plate while his hands fiddled with his napkin. Mrs. Gardiner took that opportunity to look knowingly at her husband who responded with a very brief lift of his eyebrows. The meal was completed quite early and Mr. Darcy chose to leave immediately as he needed to be travelling again. His final words for them both were gracious and kind leaving no doubt as to the continuation of the friendship. He left with a feeling of improved spirits and a plan developing in his mind.

    The night before his departure once again for Pemberley was spent shoring up the details. He would spend another week at Pemberley and there convince his friend to return to Netherfield. That would be his excuse for returning also. Of course what would convince Mr. Bingley to return was a difficult choice but he supposed there was nothing for it but to suggest they take advantage of the sport before he finalised the lease at Michaelmas. Yes that would do. Of course it would be necessary to visit Longbourn during their stay, as one cannot neglect one's neighbours. Despite his wish for honesty he still was reluctant to tell Mr. Bingley what Elizabeth had said of Jane's affections. It had now been so long that he could not risk the sadness of his friend by rashly stating what might no longer be true. No they must visit to be sure.

    His rest that night was interrupted with a colourful dream of passion, so intense that he woke in a light sweat. It seemed that nothing could settle him anymore. There was no hope of satisfaction in any facet of his life unless she would be his. He knew at that moment that he would never marry if she refused. To marry elsewhere would be to betray his love for her and beyond all else he could never betray Elizabeth.

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