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Chapter 48

Posted on Sunday, 26 October 2003

The gentlemen's rush to reach Longbourn the next morning was as intense as previous days but with less anxiety. Neither gentleman was unsure of his reception and both wanted only to be there as soon as was acceptable. Thus it was only just half past nine when they pulled into the gate, choosing the curricle to avoid the rather dangerous ride home late at night. It seemed that they had no intention of leaving early.

Mrs. Bennet was first on watch and first to begin complaining that Mr. Darcy had called again. She was sure he would find better pursuits in sport than accompanying his friend for a second day. She pouted around the dining room until she thought of an excellent way to keep him out of sight and mind. Elizabeth must accompany him on another long walk. Elizabeth of course saw the humour in her mother's plan but was not unaware of the difficulty regarding her mother's feelings for Mr. Darcy. She was still pondering her mother's reactions when the gentlemen entered.

Upon his entrance, Elizabeth managed to raise her eyes to Mr. Darcy who responded with a sharp intake of breath almost audible across the room. His emotions forced him to look away as his friend spoke, giving Elizabeth time to nod her greeting.

One glance at Mr. Bingley told Elizabeth all that had occurred at Netherfield. He smiled widely, took her hand with great bravado and seemed almost more enthusiastic in his greeting to her than to Jane. Jane also smiled up at Mr. Darcy, adding a clear and friendly greeting which left him in little doubt that she had heard from Elizabeth. The foursome stood smiling between each other for a short while before, once again, Mr. Bingley took the moment by suggesting to Mr. Bennet that there must be much to explore around Longbourn.

Mrs. Bennet, miffed at not being asked herself, could not have any of her plans foiled and immediately jumped in with the idea that Elizabeth and Kitty could take Mr. Darcy to Oakham Mount, a long and rather arduous walk taking some hours. Mr. Darcy had not taken his eyes off Elizabeth and it was his friend who went about securing the walk without Kitty. Aware that none of her sisters really liked Mr. Darcy and that a long walk with him would simply be the worst possible suggestion for a fine morning, he offered Kitty the excuse to stay at home which she readily undertook. Mr. Darcy at last took in the room and added to Mrs. Bennet's thought, although a little late.

'Excellent idea, Mrs. Bennet. There is not a higher point in the district and I am sure that the view is excellent. It is the perfect day for such a venture.'

He could not help but look at Elizabeth as he spoke and she nodded her head so slightly that no one but he was aware of it. She bowed and left the room to gather her things, not wishing to waste one moment of their time. However her mother followed her, offering token apology for foisting Mr. Darcy on her for a second day but sure that Elizabeth would be happy to do her duty for her sister. Elizabeth simply smiled back, becoming more and more wary of what her news would do to her family. Her mother seemed to have no other thought of him other than that he was unpleasant.

Elizabeth heard Jane return to her room soon after and together they descended the stairs to be greeted again by the gentlemen waiting in the hall. Bonnets and gloves were donned and parasols were hung from arms as the gentlemen picked up their hats. It was not the intention of either Mr. Bingley or Mr. Darcy to have the company of each other on this walk and thus the separation of paths took place only minutes after entering the lane. As the couples disappeared from each other's view, Mr. Darcy reached for Elizabeth's hand, which had been dangling in anticipation of such a gesture. They clasped fingers which was enough to stop them walking and face each other.

'Good morning,' he said, smiling broadly.

'And good morning to you too sir,' she answered with a similar grin. 'I gather you have told Mr. Bingley of our news.'

'I have indeed. He was very happy for us. And Miss Bennet? She is aware?'

'Oh yes and she was quite surprised. She had no idea that my feelings for you had changed. I am afraid I kept that quite to myself.'

'Elizabeth, you did? Might I ask why? I hope that it was not because you were unsure.'

'It was a gradual change in me and having spent so much time...it was impossible to relate to Jane all that was between us. I did tell her of your offer in Kent but I am guilty of keeping any alteration in my reasons for refusing you to myself. Was Mr. Bingley surprised?'

'No he was expecting it upon my return from town.'

'You had talked with him?'

'Rather he suspected at Pemberley. After that it was impossible for him to think otherwise.'

'I cannot take all the blame for his suspicion,' she sighed.

'No you cannot. I feel that it was my attention to you that caused it. He thought it would be determined then. Perhaps if we had been able to talk sooner it would have been resolved sooner.'

'Perhaps. But it is perfect so we neither of us can complain.'

Letting her hands drop from his, she took his arm and they continued on their walk.

'Upon our return I will speak to your father.'

'He is rather busy during the day. Perhaps it would be better tonight.'

'I think you are afraid of his reaction, Elizabeth.'

'Oh indeed I am not. I just think it would be best if you waited until he retired to his library.'

He rubbed his hand over hers and she squeezed his arm just a little.

'I do so wish to have this over and done with,' he said.

She laughed. 'This marriage or talking to my father?'

'Talking to your father,' he said smiling. 'Although I do wish for a short engagement. Do you have need to wait?'

'Oh no Fitzwilliam. I would wish to be married as soon as it can be arranged.'

'I will have to return to town to obtain the licence. It cannot be done from here. And there are the settlement papers to prepare.'

'So much to do and I do not wish to be without you.'

'Then come with me...with Miss Bennet too of course. Surely your aunt would allow your visit. You must have shopping to conclude...something.'

'Shopping! Until you speak to Papa we are not yet properly engaged. I have not thought of shopping. I really have little need of new things.'

'I am sure you do. Ladies always need new things when they marry. Bingley has told me of the business.'

'Well perhaps a few new things. I would not wish to disgrace you, sir.'

'My dearest Elizabeth, your loveliness overshadows any covering you may wear.'

She drew in breath, looking away from him and smiling. He sensed her reaction immediately.

'I only wish to tell you how I feel.'

'I ... I know that. It is just all so new...and so wonderful. I think you should tell me something like that every day,' she said, challenging him with her look.

'I love the sparkle in your eyes when you tease me, Elizabeth.'

'And I love you, Fitzwilliam,' she said impulsively.

It was his turn to seek control of himself, taking some time before replying.

'I love you with every essence of myself, Elizabeth. I...'

'Yes?' she said bravely, aware of her newfound sense of herself.

'It is nothing,' he whispered.

She sighed, hoping at that moment he would kiss her and knowing him well enough to know that he would not. Mr. Darcy straightened his shoulders and increased their pace slightly, not so much avoiding the kiss he desperately wished to give her, but rather struggling to maintain their propriety in general. He would not make any mistakes this time. It had taken him too long to win her and until he spoke with her father, he would keep to himself. Silently but with thoughts in unison, they made their way to the base of the hill seeking the path that led to the peak.

'It is this way,' she said at last, breaking the quietness of them, ' I am afraid the path is steep in places.'

'Do you think me incapable of the climb or would you rather avoid it yourself? I only agreed with your mother's suggestion to be out with you.'

'Oh no, it is a lovely walk and...let us begin.'

She clasped his arm firmly and they began the incline which was a dirt path worn through by years of similar walkers. They spoke of nothing as he assisted her up the large rocks which formed steps in places. After almost a quarter of an hour, they reached a patch of fairly level ground which gave them time to catch their breath and speak again.

'I told you it was rather steep. I hope you are not too out of breath. From now on the path is much more gentle.'

He looked down at her, smiling again. 'It is exhilarating. Although I think the company is what makes it so.'

Embarrassed at his increasing openness with his feelings, she looked away.

'Elizabeth?'

'I am sorry. I...I am not used to...'

'To hearing me speak so openly? I find I am even surprising myself,' he laughed. 'Tell me what you are thinking.'

'Now you are attempting my games. I am still in wonder that we are engaged. It is such a new experience and I have yet to become accustomed to it all.'

He stopped walking and took her hands again. 'I do not wish to disturb you by my words but I am excited and when I am so, I often speak...I often say things that I would not otherwise say.' He paused and then saw her puzzled expression. 'Oh dearest Elizabeth, I did not mean that what I said was untrue. I was simply attempting to explain my forthrightness.'

She grinned up at him, all the while knowing exactly what he meant.

'I do believe you were teasing me with that look,' he said. 'I fear I will have to take greater care when talking with you.'

'Please do not. Your words are simply wonderful. You are simply wonderful, Fitzwilliam.'

His chest swelled as he spoke. 'I love you dearly, Elizabeth. I am still in wonder that you will have me. My previous behaviour to you is not deserving of your love.'

'Nor was mine. I think we must take equal blame and not speak of it again. I love you too much to think of our past disagreements.'

'And I love you too much to forget them. I must ask if you have burned the letter?' he asked.

'I have not but it shall be done.'

'Was there a reason that you kept it?'

'Indeed there was. I ... you will think me silly. I...it is in your hand and I could not bring myself to burn it ... not yet. I treasure your pen, Fitzwilliam.'

'But not my words. I cannot allow you to keep such a disastrous reminder of my past behaviour. I never wish to disagree with you, Elizabeth.'

'Then let us proceed to the peak where you may agree with me on the delights of the view.'

She turned to the path and once again using his arm for support, they reached the top of the hill. The crest consisted of a small grassy verge which lent itself to resting while enjoying a view of the entire district. She put down her parasol and sat on the grass where he joined her. The breeze was naturally stronger at this height and his hat blew off as he sat, rolling almost three yards from him. He leaned forward crouching on his knees as he reached for it.

'At last I have you on your knees,' she said with a smile.

He turned back and took his seat again before speaking. 'So that is your game in bringing me this far. You wish for a proper proposal. I am sure I did ask you to be my wife.'

'I am sure you did. But we were walking at the time and I think it was presumed.'

He shook his head at her before kneeling up again. 'Miss Elizabeth Bennet, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?'

She screwed up her eyes and looked away from him.

'Elizabeth?'

'Miss Bennet if you please, sir. I am thinking of an answer to your question.' She looked back at him raising her eyebrows and shoulders as she grinned. He smiled back with a just a hint of firmness.

'I can see that you are becoming as incorrigible as ever,' he said.

They both took the time to consider his remark, noticing the impulse of silliness that had overtaken both of them.

'I did tell you that it would be necessary for you to teach me to curb my wit,' she said. 'Oh ... and I have thought of an answer. I will be very happy to become your wife, Mr. Darcy, but only if you will promise to laugh with me at least once every day.'

'Will there be a topic on which to show my mirth, Elizabeth, or will I have to summon up laughter simply on your command?'

'I will provide the topics until such time as you find a source for your own. Then we shall take turns...I am so happy Fitzwilliam. I cannot stop smiling.'

'As do I. I am sure I was the talk of Netherfield this morning. It is simply impossible to find a thing to frown upon.'

'I hope you will continue to think so when my family knows of our engagement.'

'You seem sure that they will not be happy.'

'It is more that they will be surprised and from there I am not sure what will be their reaction.'

'I can speak to your mother with you, if you wish.'

Horrified at the thought of Mr. Darcy seeing her mother's reaction, she immediately declined his offer. 'Oh no, I would rather apply to my mother. You have the obligation of my father.'

He was rather glad that she chose to speak to her mother alone. Despite his desire to be comfortable and at ease within her family, the task of applying to Mrs. Bennet was something he could easily avoid. He smiled at Elizabeth, sure that she knew something of his thoughts and loving her more for thinking of him.

She reached for his hand as they sat side by side, sliding each of her fingers between his. He squeezed them gently and then began to run his thumb along her index finger in a slow rhythm. Neither spoke but rather sat in the contentment of knowing one is in love and loved with no need for words or actions.

It was almost a quarter of an hour that they sat together, each looking around at the farms below and the distant crowd of buildings that formed Meryton. Netherfield was visible from the rear boundary along with the corner of the park at Longbourn. Elizabeth was glad of the silence as it gave them the opportunity of avoiding any further breach of propriety. She had only to endure a few more hours before it would be known to all. Her thoughts were confused somewhat as she treasured their time alone but so wished for more. She began so many sentences in her head but never allowed them to be heard for fear of seeming flighty or too intense.

Mr. Darcy felt nothing but her physical presence. It seemed that every move she made was torture. Her legs were stretched out slightly and he could see her ankle boot and the way the lace wound around the buttons. The fragile edge of her underskirt had tinges of dirt and grass along it, as did her stocking just above her boots. He dare not look directly at her, already finding increasing difficulty in keeping his breathing steady. He felt as fragile as her petticoat when he was with her, avoiding anything that may cause her upset or censure of him. He was sure that she loved him but he had yet to learn the depth of it and the commitment that she felt immediately upon accepting him. She seemed to have retained her quietness again and this alone was enough to bring him pause. Suddenly everything he thought to say was tinged with a passion that he was unable to display as yet and so all topics were avoided.

And so they sat, bound by the formality that their present position demanded and both wishing the freedom that would come with a formal announcement. He had little doubt that she would resent any action he did take but he simply could not allow himself to forgo all that he had been raised to believe. His love was too great to dishonour her in any way. At last, she spoke, breaking the silent tension between them.

'I think we both have much to think on.'

'I do want to say so much but it seems that most of it should wait until...'

'Until you speak to my father.'

'Until he has given his permission. He will feel your loss, Elizabeth.'

'I hope he feels my happiness as well.'

'I am sure he will feel it ... I hope he does. I am sure he will feel mine,' replied Mr. Darcy. He slid his fingers from between hers and took her hand in his, lifting it slightly. She looked up expecting him to kiss her but instead he simply brushed her knuckles against his lips in a gesture of adoration. He continued to hold her hand near his mouth so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath through her glove. He looked across at her and neither broke the juncture of their eyes which spoke of thoughts and emotions too strong for words.

'I have so much to show you, Elizabeth,' he said at last. 'There is the park at Pemberley and the house. You have not even seen all through the house.'

'Mrs. Reynolds did give us an extensive tour.'

'But nothing of the private rooms ... my ... our rooms. I am sure you will wish to redo the sitting room. It has not been touched since the death of my mother. The furniture lacks the style of this century. In town the rooms are much better but still lack ... what is your favourite colour, Elizabeth?' he asked, still holding her hand.

Distracted by the intimacy of his touch, she took some seconds to reply. 'My favourite colour is...oh blue to be sure. Why do you ask?'

'I wish to know everything of you,' he said, still enfolding her hand within his.

'We have a lifetime.'

'Which is not nearly enough, I think,' he said wistfully.

'I hope not. It would be rash of me to hold no surprises.'

'Very rash and somewhat impossible. I see a different side of you at every turn. I am sure you will continue to surprise and delight me ... forever.' The tenure of his voice splintered with feeling and she turned her hand to hold his instead, increasing her grasp in a measure of reassurance.

'Forever,' is all she whispered. He let her hand drop and moved his arm behind her, drawing her closer.

She leaned towards him, sheltering within the circle of his arm, his hand resting near her elbow. She tilted her head ever so slightly towards his shoulder, withdrawing it a fraction of a second later. However it was enough to signal to him her acceptance of his embrace. For Elizabeth, the experience of being with the man she loved was magical, filled with the sensations of her heart. Mr. Darcy's sensations came also from his heart but he was spellbound by the physicality of being with her. Although his heart was full, his body demanded more and it became increasingly difficult for him to ignore it.

He straightened himself a little, causing her to also adjust her position. He kept his arm near her but he gradually released the hold of her elbow, allowing himself the space his mind and body demanded. Only moments later, the breeze picked up and he felt her shiver. He grasped her other hand.

'Perhaps we should return,' he whispered.

'Hmmm,' was all she could reply.

He released her hand then stood and offered his in return. She took it willingly as she got to her feet.

'Now you have seen the famous Oakham Mount,' said Elizabeth.

'And I shall remember it always.'

'You will?'

'Yes, it will be remembered as the last place I was with you before we kissed. I must speak to your father Elizabeth. I must!'

She did not reply. It was completely impossible. And he said no more for that too was impossible.

He placed her hand on his arm and they set off down the path. On the way she pointed out the various points of interest on show including what seemed like a rather large forest some way off.

'I think you should take me there tomorrow,' he said.

'All the way to the forest. I fear it is further than Oakham Mount.'

'Then it shall take all day and I will have you to myself all that time.'

'I fear that tomorrow might bring an array of obligations after you speak with my father.'

'Then we shall keep it for another day.'

They chatted on about everything but each other until they had resumed the lane beside Longbourn. There Elizabeth checked her watch to find that they had been gone almost three hours. She chuckled to herself causing Mr. Darcy to ask the reason.

'I was just considering how happy my mother will be to find we have been gone that long.'

'She will? I was expecting some reprimand.'

'In some things you must trust me, Fitzwilliam. Mama will be happy.'

The entered the gate arm-in-arm and were crossing to the main entrance when Mr. Bingley and Jane saw them from the garden.

'Darcy, where have you been? You must show me the many walks that require such a long absence.'

'Miss Bennet, Charles,' acknowledged Mr. Darcy. 'I hope we did not worry you.'

'Hardly,' replied Mr. Bingley. 'Miss Elizabeth, may I take this opportunity to congratulate you and wish you well. Your sister and I have had little conversation other than your news.'

Elizabeth smiled across at Jane before replying. 'It is still news unknown by my family, Mr. Bingley. Mr. Darcy is to speak to my father tonight.'

'Good luck, Darcy. I look forward to hearing Mr. Bennet's response,' said Mr. Bingley. 'Shall we go inside? I am sure that Mrs. Bennet is waiting dinner for us.'

The foursome entered the house with Mr. Darcy releasing Elizabeth's arm. Dinner was indeed waiting but first Mrs. Bennet called Elizabeth aside.

'Oh Lizzy, I cannot thank you enough for putting up with Mr. Darcy for so long. Jane and Mr. Bingley had a lovely time. When your turn comes I will make sure that Kitty does her duty for you.'

'Thank you, Mama, but I am sure I can manage my own time.'

Elizabeth said no more and proceeded to the dining room where the only place left was between her mother and Kitty while Mr. Darcy was well down the table. Once again it seemed she and Mr. Darcy were destined for little or no conversation. It would be even impossible to exchange glances as he was seated on the same side of the table as her.

Mrs. Bennet had excelled herself with the menu this day, with five courses to be served. All that meant to Mr. Darcy was further delay in speaking to Mr. Bennet and even less time to spend with Elizabeth. She was caught up in the continuous chatter of her mother, making it impossible to even hear if he spoke at all. Trapped by her family into more than two hours of separation, they had nothing to do but eat silently and wish they were elsewhere.

They were both in such a mood by the end of the meal that the departure of the ladies came as a relief. Once again Mr. Darcy was left alone with his friend and Mr. Bennet. This time Mr. Bingley had a request of Mr. Bennet.

'Sir, I am obliged to return to town before the wedding and I would very much like to show Miss Bennet through my townhouse. I seek your permission for her to accompany me and stay with her aunt.'

'Those things are up to the ladies, Charles. If you can convince Mrs. Bennet to allow Jane to travel to town without her then you are a lucky man indeed. As will I, to have the house to myself for a few days. Go to it, sir. And what plans have you Mr. Darcy? You seem to have been trapped into the same role as my Lizzy, constant companion for your friend here.'

'It is my pleasure, sir.'

'At least you have the company of a clever girl. Lizzy is quite stimulating company. I hope you have not frightened her into silence. She rarely speaks when you are in the room.'

Mr. Bingley sat silently, keeping a studied eye on Mr. Darcy. 'Yes, Darcy, she is quiet around you.'

Mr. Darcy looked across at his friend with a steely glare.

'Perhaps you should widen your interests Mr. Darcy. It does no good to speak to ladies of water and wool,' said Mr. Bennet.

'I will remember that sir.'

'Enough, if you gentlemen have finished I wish to retire for some coffee and then my library.'

Mr. Bennet stood and led the gentlemen to the sitting room where Elizabeth was working at a table with Kitty. He sat rather near her but the burden of his upcoming meeting with her father clouded any thoughts of conversation or response. Instead they each sat contemplating the event.

At almost half an hour after joining them, Mr. Bennet rose, bid his goodnights and retired to his library. As they heard the door close, they each engaged in a frantic exchange of looks before Mr. Darcy stood and excused himself. Elizabeth froze in her sewing and sat staring at her last stitch with only fear of hurting those around her on her mind. Her father would be unhappy on two counts. First in losing her and second because of the man she had chosen. He had no time for Mr. Darcy and would feel she had accepted him because of his position, she was sure.

Mr. Darcy reached the door to the sitting room and paused, unable to continue without one last look at her. Of course her eyes were only for him and when he turned to look back at her, she flushed from her heart to her head in a rush of love for him. His lips curled slightly to form the hint of a smile and she blinked in response. He remained exactly as he was until she looked up again and ever so slowly closed his eyes and opened them in the only gesture of love that he was able to leave with her. She sighed as he turned from her and closed the door.

Chapter 49

Posted on Thursday, 30 October 2003

Mr. Darcy walked through the hall until he reached the library door. There he straightened his jacket, adjusted his cravat and ran his fingers through his hair. Curling his hand, he knocked lightly. Mr. Bennet had only just taken his seat and his reply was somewhat irritated.

'Hill?'

'No, sir, it is Mr. Darcy. I desire a word with you...'

'Enter,' interrupted Mr. Bennet.

Mr. Darcy slowly opened the door. 'Mr. Darcy! I suppose you have advice on my water problems. Sit down, sir.'

Mr. Darcy took the chair opposite the desk, crossing his legs and placing his clasped hands over his knee.

'I have given them some thought, sir, but this is a more personal matter.'

'Personal, Mr. Darcy. I am not sure that I can assist you in that but please go on.'

Nervously, Mr. Darcy uncrossed his legs and ran his hands down his pants and adjusted his jacket slightly before speaking.

'Mr. Bennet, it has already come to your notice that I have spent some considerable time in the company of your daughter, Miss Elizabeth.'

'Go on,' said Mr. Bennet, squinting slightly to observe Mr. Darcy more clearly.

Mr. Darcy inhaled quickly and launched into his request.

'During that time, and indeed for some considerable time before, I have come to admire her...'

At that comment, Mr. Bennet leaned forward in his chair causing Mr. Darcy to hesitate.

'...ah ... to admire and respect her in every way. In fact Mr. Bennet, I have come to love your daughter.'

Mr. Bennet now leaned back frowning as his chest began to pump hard. Mr. Darcy was going to ask for her hand and he knew no way he could refuse him. He closed his eyes for a second before Mr. Darcy continued.

'Sir, you will have no doubt as to my next request. I am here to ask your permission to marry your daughter, Elizabeth.'

Mr. Darcy had finished. He sucked in two quick breaths and crossed his legs again in at effort to look relaxed. It was said and now he had only to await Mr. Bennet's response. The gentleman looked away for some seconds before replying.

'I must say Mr. Darcy that your request has come as some shock to me. Of course we were all aware of your time together over the last two days but sir, two days is hardly sufficient time to find oneself in love. May I ask what my daughter thinks of this, or should I ask if you have spoken to my daughter at all?'

This time it was Mr. Darcy's turn for surprise. Of all the things that he had foreseen for this meeting with Mr. Bennet, being questioned about not having first spoken to Elizabeth was not one of them. Somewhat annoyed by the inference he quickly replied.

'Sir, I have indeed spoken to her on this matter. I would never presume to speak of this to you without first consulting her. She has graciously accepted my offer and we only await your permission to proceed.'

'My Lizzy has accepted you,' said Mr. Bennet, in a tone of regret. Mr. Darcy sensed Mr. Bennet's attitude and continued.

'My acquaintance with your daughter extends to considerably more than the two days of which you speak, Mr. Bennet. Apart from my time at Netherfield last year, I also saw her in Kent and more lately in Derbyshire. My affections for her have grown at each meeting and it was during the last two days that a conclusion was reached. I have no hesitation in saying that she is the dearest person of my acquaintance and I wish for nothing more than to spend the rest of my days ensuring her happiness.'

He paused, hoping that Mr. Bennet would see and hear the depth of his feelings and resolve this matter quickly. However it was some minutes before Mr. Bennet spoke again. During this eternity, Mr. Darcy looked down at his own boots then began a detailed study of the pattern woven into the carpet. The sudden sound of Mr. Bennet's voice startled him.

For Mr. Bennet, there seemed nothing left but sanction for indeed it did feel that he had no other choice. Mr. Darcy was by far one of the most powerful men in the country. His money and connections ensured that. His choice of wife was his to make and no one's to change. However, he felt it necessary to at least plead her cause a little.

'Mr. Darcy, I cannot but grant my permission in this. However it is with some degree of hesitancy until I speak with Lizzy on the matter. If you had come formally calling on her with this in mind, it would be easier to accept. But as it is, I have had no time to absorb it all.'

Suddenly he had her father's permission but obviously not his acceptance.

'Sir, I...'

'You say you have been courting my daughter for some months, sir? This is the first I have heard of it. Lizzy has been silent on the matter, as well I might add, extremely silent in your presence. I would hope you have not frightened her, Mr. Darcy. I would wish to see my Lizzy her old self in this.' said Mr. Bennet, in a manner designed to quiz her suitor further.

'I am afraid that is my fault, sir. I have always demanded a supreme sense of privacy in my life and it is no doubt from her knowledge of such that she has kept our relationship to herself.'

'And you say you love her?'

'I do indeed, Mr. Bennet.'

'And she says that she loves you?'

Mr. Darcy heard the innuendo in her father's words and rushed to reply.

'She does, sir.'

He wished to say more but he was now feeling more and more like a recalcitrant youth caught in the clutches of a beloved daughter.

'Then there is little more to be said. I have no doubt as to your honour in this matter, sir. I can see that you do have affection for my Lizzy although a man in your situation is often prone to exaggeration.'

'Please accept my word in this, Mr. Bennet. My affection for your daughter is without equal.'

'Mr. Darcy, there is no need to expound your passion with me. You should save that for the wedding night.'

Mr. Darcy offered no reply, instead choosing to allow Mr. Bennet time to absorb all this. In time her father spoke again.

'I presume you will live at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy.'

'We will sir.'

'It is a long way from Longbourn,' mused Mr. Bennet.

'I would never refuse your daughter permission to see her family, sir.'

'I should hope you would not, sir, if for no other reason that my Lizzy would not accept such demands. I had great hopes for Lizzy, you know.'

Mr. Darcy saw and heard the disappointment in her father's eyes and his heart sank just a little. He wished so much to be the suitor of preference. He sighed and replied quietly.

'Mr. Bennet, I can assure you that I will spare her nothing. The settlement will be at your design.'

'I have little doubt of her financial security, Mr. Darcy.'

'Then you doubt my affection,' said Mr. Darcy, which despite himself, showed some degree of annoyance.

'No, I do not. I have already given my permission.'

Sensing that her father had capitulated rather than readily accepted the offer, Mr. Darcy made a last plea.

'I cannot allay your hesitation in this sir. That is yours to own. However I have only one thing to add. I would never presume to force myself on your daughter. My offer was made without pressure or artifice and her refusal would have been accepted by me without cause, albeit with much pain. She has told me that she loves me and I have no doubt of her veracity. I can only hope to show you that she is happy with me and ask that you accept me because I love her.'

It was simply all he could say at this moment.

Mr. Bennet looked up at him, tall and handsome, rich and powerful. He was nothing of her family or her background and he would change her, mould her in subtle ways and he knew not what would be left of his second daughter, the one who always wished to challenge the world. Yes he had had great hopes for Elizabeth but he had never formulated those hopes into the man she would choose. And suddenly he was faced with losing her and it was the hardest thing he had ever done. He half smiled at the irony of it all. He wished for her all that Mr. Darcy could give her but he wished just as much that she always remain at home. A heavy and heartfelt sigh escaped his lips causing the gentlemen to look directly at each other.

'Be not afraid, Mr. Darcy. I have not changed my mind. My permission is given. It is now up to my daughter to settle it all. Send her to me.'

'Thank you Mr. Bennet,' said Mr. Darcy as he stood and strode somewhat hurriedly to the door.

'Mr. Darcy!'

'Sir?'

'Love her, respect her and treasure her.'

Mr. Darcy smiled back at her father. A brief nod was all he offered.

'Be off, young man. It is time I spoke with Elizabeth. Send her to me.'

Mr. Darcy nodded again and closed the door. Overcome with emotion he leaned against the wall, causing the passing servant to scurry to the kitchen with gossip. He drew in a few deep breaths, still overwhelmed by the difficulty of the meeting. He had spent so little time getting to know her family or her father that it was natural that he felt some surprise at it all. He should have spoken more, offered more. But it was done and now he had only to tell Elizabeth.

He took the few steps along the hall with great deliberation. He must calm himself before seeing her and her family. He paused just outside the sitting room door, ensuring his clothing was straightened and neat before he opened it quietly and slunk into the room, hoping to be unnoticed. Of course Mr. Bingley was just as aware as Elizabeth of the reason for his absence and he looked up just as she did.

Mr. Darcy looked straight at Elizabeth and seeing the anxiety on her face, he produced a gentle smile, showing somewhat more elation than he was actually feeling. His visit with her father had been quite stressful. Becoming more and more sensitive to his moods and looks, she sensed his tension but knew that his smile could only mean that her father had given permission and that made her heart jump.

He ambled across to his chair attempting to blend quietly back into the room but as he sat, Mr. Bingley looked directly at him with a stare impossible to ignore. Mr. Darcy was about to address his friend when Mrs. Bennet spoke.

'Would you like me to order more coffee Mr. Bingley, now that your friend has returned?'

She looked across at Mr. Darcy with some degree of discontent at his absence.

'No, thank you, ma'am. Unless Darcy would like some.'

Mrs. Bennet chose to ignore that idea and went back to her stitches. Mr. Darcy glimpsed sideways at Elizabeth who had her eyes fixed on her lap. He stood quickly and took the three steps required to bring him beside her. He leaned down a little and seemed to study her work. A little overcome that he should approach her in such a way, she was even more surprised when she heard him direct her with a whisper to go to her father. She did not catch his eyes but simply stood and walked from the room.

Entering her father's library, she knew immediately his mood. He did not hesitate to challenge her at once, demanding to know if she had thought through her decision to accept a man of whom she had spent no end of time stating her dislike. Elizabeth had already spent some time in her own regret but to hear it repeated by her father brought the importance of careful words to her all the more.

'Oh Papa, you cannot know how I regret those words and thoughts. I should never have expressed them openly. I was so wrong and so ready to judge him wrongly. He is...he is nothing of what I thought back then. I...must ask you to forget...Please allow me to...He is everything to me. I have no hesitation in accepting him, father. He loves me and it is all I wish.'

Her father expressed his displeasure with her words, as he was sure that her acceptance was clouded by his wealth and power. He was also wary of it all because he was the best friend of Mr. Bingley and by marrying him, Elizabeth would no doubt be in constant company with her sister. His words saddened Elizabeth and she asked him if those were his only objections. He acknowledged that they were, sure that Mr. Darcy's hauteur and reserve were nothing to him if she actually found him pleasant.

Elizabeth then told her father exactly how she felt for Mr. Darcy. She not only liked him but she loved him, dearly and without reserve. Her eyes filled with the emotion of her words, realising that it was the first time she had expressed them to anyone. She begged her father to avoid any judgement of him and of speaking badly of him.

Mr. Bennet could sense her suspicions that he might refuse the marriage and he then assured her that his permission was already given to the gentleman although he did add that it would have been impossible for him to refuse. However, he then turned to her and uttered the words she so wished. Yes, he would also give her permission to marry Mr. Darcy simply because it was what she wanted.

Elizabeth's spirits rose until she heard her father's next words as he advised her to think carefully about her decision because he thought her not likely to find true happiness in marriage to such a man. He thought the disparate aspects of their characters would prove its downfall. Elizabeth could hear the pain in her father's voice in the way he said this, knowing that he was trying to warn her of embarking on a union so like his own, and it saddened her.

In the sitting room, Mr. Darcy was finding it difficult to sit still. He had seen the obvious discomfort that Mr. Bennet felt in giving his permission and wondered what he would say to Elizabeth, knowing that she was his favourite child. Surely she would not be persuaded to withdraw her favour. No he knew her better than that. However he wanted her to be his with no reservation and not come to him torn by the censure of her family. Mr. Bingley quite often looked across to his friend, hoping that a reassuring smile would calm him. Mrs. Bennet, however, was most put out with Elizabeth.

'I am sure Lizzy will return shortly Mr. Darcy and then you will have someone to speak with,' said Mrs. Bennet, still determined to make Mr. Darcy's visit as uncomfortable as she possibly could. With a bit of luck he would not return tomorrow.

Thank you, ma'am, but I am quite at ease,' he replied.

Mrs. Bennet frowned as she watched Mr. Darcy fidget again.

In the library, while listening to all her father had to say, Elizabeth tried to find her own words to reassure him. He had sat down after speaking and she seated herself opposite him.

'Papa, I am sorry to give you so much pain but I do truly love him. He is the kindest and gentlest of men. I realise at first that I was not so fond of him as I am now but that was the work of a short time. It has been many months since I have felt otherwise. I was guided by a misrepresentation of him and allowed myself to accept it at face value rather than seeking my own knowledge. However after seeing him in Kent, my opinion began a radical change and I regret now my failure to let it be known to others. There Mr. Darcy entrusted me with information that spoke of his consideration and kindness to others. It was from there that my attitude began to alter and it was not so long before I found myself understanding his reserve and knowing it was never misplaced. Then we met unexpectedly in Derbyshire. We had heard that the family was from home and thus we took a short tour to Pemberley but Mr. Darcy arrived a day early and found us there.'

Her father was listening intently and seemed about to be convinced but she could not tell it all. To point out Mr. Darcy's uncalled for kindness at Pemberley would be to invite enquiry as to why and she could not answer that. Thus she continued with a better choice of words, speaking quickly with the enthusiasm of youth.

'He was gracious and kind by inviting my uncle to fish in his stream and the next morning brought his sister to the inn for introduction. His attentiveness and care of me could not be ignored and I knew then that he was just the man with whom I would wish to spend the rest of my life. And I know that you think him too quick in his offer but Papa, his affection for me is longstanding. I first became aware of it in Kent and it has grown since then. He has never wavered from it despite our separation and my initial misplaced dislike. When he returned with Mr. Bingley, I had every hope of a word from him and I cannot tell you what emotions I felt when he spoke. Oh Papa, you must believe me when I say that he perfectly suits me. We will be much happier than Jane and Mr. Bingley because we understand each other better. He laughs with me and he makes me laugh. And you must have seen how he looks at me. It is all kindness and love. And he is handsome and tall. You must say that he is handsome and he is always attentive to me, above any need to be. He has spoken only of...'

'Lizzy, my dear,' interrupted her father. 'There is no need to tell me he his handsome. I am quite sure you find him the most handsome man of your acquaintance. However that is not my point. I wish only for your eternal happiness and my words were to remind you to take all into consideration. His fortune and his estate, as well as his countenance are well and good but they should not influence you unduly. Marriage is difficult for all, but insufferable without a meeting of minds.'

'Oh father, you know his intelligence. He is so very clever and I love that in him. He makes me better, Papa. I only hope that I can give him half of the things he brings to me. We do have a meeting of minds on so many things but more importantly, we have a meeting of souls.'

He watched her as she spoke, slowly realising she was no longer his. She was truly in love with this man and she truly believed that they would be happy together. Knowing that is all a father ever wants for his child, he smiled lovingly at her. She looked up expectantly and he told her what she dearly needed to hear, that if he was all she said, then he deserved no less than her in his life. Her heart jumped and she ran around the desk to hug her father. He responded with a token gesture of embarrassment but held tight to her for some time. As they parted she spoke again.

'Perhaps now that you know my feelings Papa, it is time to tell you more of his good points.'

'Elizabeth, I am surprised there are any left to expound.'

'Papa, our whole family is in his debt. He has taken action to secure us all.'

'In what way?' asked her father.

'Lydia, Papa, Lydia! Mr. Darcy was with me when I heard the news from Jane. I am afraid that my emotions were so great that it was impossible to conceal it all. I told him of her elopement with Mr. Wickham and then of our concern that they would not marry. I must say that I thought it would end our relationship but instead he rushed to town and found them...'

'Mr. Darcy found Wickham and Lydia?'

'Yes, Papa. Because of his family's association with Mr. Wickham, he was able to locate them through previous acquaintances.'

'And he must have told your uncle.'

'He did but not until he had secured a resolution. Papa, he did it all. He was the one, Papa. It was his money and his connections that secured the marriage.'

'What do you mean Lizzy? Gardiner sent the correspondence to me, not Darcy.'

'That was because he wished it to be in secret. I imagine you can think why. I knew nothing of it until Lydia told me that Mr. Darcy was at the wedding and then I wrote to my aunt to find out the rest. It seems it was all Mr. Darcy. He would brook no favour from our uncle and refused anything he offered. He secured the marriage, used his own money to pay off Mr. Wickham and even bought his commission. You may question our uncle for proof if you wish but my letter from our aunt says it all. Are you not amazed father? Does this not prove his love for me, because there is no other reason he would have for such a venture.'

Mr. Bennet was astounded. He could simply not believe that it had been Mr. Darcy's doing all along. Then quickly he realised with relief that a man so much in love would never expect compensation and it was no more his worry. Elizabeth was a little mortified at how simply her father dismissed his responsibilities but as it resulted in his total acceptance of her suitor, she chose not to think too much on it.

She so wished to return to Mr. Darcy but her father had not done and reminded her of Mr. Collins' letter and her obvious discomfort at his mirth regarding the wording. He began to laugh at her response to it and although she was pleased to see her father's improvement in mood, she was upset that he could so openly ridicule her sensitivity. However she stood and took it all, loving him but always wishing him better. Before he allowed her to leave he even suggested that any suitors waiting for Kitty or Mary would be welcome.

She literally did feel like she had escaped when she left the library and as the conversation had reminded her of all her wrong doing over the last year, she needed time to herself. She crept quietly up the stairs to her room to recover before facing Mr. Darcy and her family. She lay on the bed and covered her face with her hands, unable to think clearly. She felt a huge burden had been lifted from her now that she had the full consent of her father.

As the effect of such a momentous event began to sink in, she let go her tension of previous days and even weeks and began to feel the total elation of her heart. She had yet to speak to her mother and listen to whatever objections she might have but they were nothing now that her father was on her side. She began to smile broadly and even giggle slightly at her lot. She was simply euphoric and until she could feel some composure it would be impossible to face him. In her present state she was unsure what she might do for she wished more than anything to go immediately to him and feel his arms around her. She knew that he must be in some degree of tension about the length of her absence but it could not be helped. She must compose herself before confronting his wonderful face again.

She rose from the bed and went to the window where she noticed the gardener raking the last of the autumn leaves. Next year she would be seeing this from Pemberley and suddenly she was overwhelmed with the immensity of her undertaking. She was to be Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley ... and wife to the most gorgeous and loving man she could ever know. Her smile slowly turned into a tiny shriek as she clenched her fists and spun around in exultation. There was simply nothing that could lessen her feelings of jubilation. She did three quick turns before collapsing on the bed and lying back again in a final moment of self-composure.

She then rose and sat at her dressing table, rearranging her disturbed hair, smoothing her eyebrows and bringing her locket back to its central position on her neck. She looked composed and settled and she was happy, as it was all she had to conceal her inner feeling of complete abandon. She took the stairs one at a time, refusing to allow her body to skip some and her entry to the sitting room brought no attention other than the look of the man she loved.

His eyes followed her as she retook her seat at the table and picked up her work. Mr. Bingley and Jane then noticed her return and they also watched her carefully. Mr. Darcy endured no more than two minutes before standing and stepping up to her. He bent over, his breath disturbing the curls on her neck as he whispered.

'You are well, I presume. I have nothing to concern me?' He leaned over just a little more as she turned her face to him, finding him far too close to feel at ease. She looked up through her lashes, capturing his stare. His brow moved a fraction and it was enough to cause her to raise hers also. Then he knew and his mouth curved into a smile impossible to hide. He was still beaming as he resumed his seat.

'Darcy, is there some amusing story that you have not told us all?' asked Mr. Bingley, knowing full well the cause of his friend's smile.

'It is of little consequence,' replied Mr. Darcy with a rather haughty smirk.

'None at all, I would say,' added a similarly mirthful Elizabeth.

'I am glad,' said Mr. Bingley. 'I cannot abide pointless laughter.'

'Are you laughing, Mr. Bingley? You must tell us your joke,' said Mrs. Bennet.

'It was Mr. Darcy who was laughing, ma'am,' replied Mr. Bingley.

'Nonsense, Mr. Darcy never laughs. I think you are enjoying this joke on me, sir,' said Mrs. Bennet in her best teasing voice, an aspect of her which particularly irritated Mr. Darcy. His smile immediately disappeared as he looked across at her. Observing all this Elizabeth stepped in.

'It was all my fault, Mama. I was thinking of a conversation I had with Charlotte while in Kent and I was telling Mr. Darcy of it,' said Elizabeth in an attempt to rid the room of any hint of her news until she could speak to her mother.

'I always say you have far too much to say, Elizabeth. Gentlemen do not want a lady who talks incessantly. I have often spoken to your father on this but he seems unwilling to curb your wit.'

Elizabeth turned a little away from her mother and rolled her eyes just a little at Mr. Darcy. His only reply was a tiny spark about his eyes. She turned back to her work and he sat watching her as long as was acceptable in a room not yet aware of his engagement to the lady. Mr. Bingley was of no help as he spoke in whispers to Jane interspersed with knowing smiles at his friend.

It was with relief that supper arrived and it was possible to move freely about the room. Elizabeth headed straight for the coffee pot, knowing that within the confines of her family, he would find a way to join her. He was first to receive his cup and first to bring her some cake, as she was unable to leave her station. She thanked him as she managed the merest graze of his fingertips under the plate. She was content in seeing his colour increase while he was content with her desire to touch him. He then sat back in his previous chair, sipping his coffee, eating his cake and surveying the room with no conscious thought of anything other than wanting her.

The mood of the room slipped into a quiet satisfaction after that. It seemed that they all had something to be happy with. Approximately half an hour later, Mr. Bingley rose to leave and without any invitation, both Jane and Elizabeth went to see them off. Mr. Bingley once again stole the arbour for his farewell and that left Mr. Darcy with nothing but the step.

He shrugged his shoulders as he watched his friend's move and was surprised when Elizabeth openly took his hand and led him around the back of the waiting curricle. There the light from the entrance lamps was almost completely dissipated and they were able to stand with their arms touching. She shivered with the change in temperature from the house and he had no choice but to wrap his arms around her, once again resting his chin on her head.

'He said yes?' he asked.

'Yes he did,' she said, not daring to move from his shelter.

He said nothing but tightened his embrace, ensuring she knew his happiness. She managed to maneuver her arms out and around him also, tightening them around his waist in a move that surprised herself. The closeness of their bodies was impossible to ignore and despite his willingness to never let her go, he did pull ever so slightly from her, his only thought being the need for self restraint. He looked down into her eyes to see her reaction.

At that moment, she looked up at his mouth and they were lost. She moved her arms up from his waist, almost drawing him down as he leaned to meet her. They kissed tenderly, sensing the slight dampness left by the instinctive licking of their lips before they touched. They each inhaled the wisp of breath left by the other as they parted and it was enough to bring them together again, this time longer, enjoying the scent of each other. She had never felt so complete on their first kiss but the second brought a yearning she had not expected and their parting left her empty.

For Mr. Darcy, the touch of her lips was a sweet yet torturous dissatisfaction, reminding him more of what he needed rather than what he had taken. He forced his mind to take over and be satisfied with the twice-gentle touch of her lips, driving his body to conform. In doing so, he withdrew from her, slipping his hands from around her body, down her arms to hold her hands. Mr. Bingley walked to the other side of the curricle and noticing them, he turned back to Jane, hoping to inhibit her noticing as well. He coughed and Mr. Darcy let go and walked around to his friend.

'Time to go Darcy, or Mr. Bennet will have to put in beds for both of us. Goodnight Jane,' he said, causing Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth to look surprised at his informality. 'Goodnight Miss Elizabeth,' he continued as he climbed into the curricle.

Elizabeth smiled and Mr. Darcy nodded before climbing in beside him. Mr. Bingley took the reins and the curricle moved forward as Mr. Darcy turned to watch her as she stood in the soft light, her arms wrapped around herself to keep in his warmth. She stood tall to watch him closely then moved her fingers to her mouth in a simple gesture of love. He needed no more.

Chapter 50

Posted on Wednesday, 5 November 2003

The chill prevented Elizabeth remaining outside until the last sound of the carriage dissipated and she entered the house with Jane whose look required some response.

'Yes, we have our father's permission. We are to marry!' said Elizabeth.

'Oh!' was all Jane could summon as she hugged her sister.

'I must tell Mama.'

'Yes you must.'

As they stood in the receiving room, Mrs. Bennet passed by on her way upstairs. The girls exchanged glances and Elizabeth followed her mother to her rooms. As they entered Mrs. Bennet turned to her.

'I must thank you once again Lizzy for entertaining that odious Mr. Darcy. I am sure I have never seen a gentleman so determined to intrude. He has no business here now that Jane and Mr. Bingley are engaged.'

Elizabeth's mortification grew profoundly upon hearing this and she was determined to end it forever.

'Mama, I have some news of Mr. Darcy.'

'I hope it is news that he is leaving for town.'

'No Mama, it is not. Please sit down. This will quite surprise you, I am sure.'

Mrs. Bennet took to her dressing chair and sat watching her daughter, ready for any gossip.

'Mama, Mr. Darcy and I have come to know each other very well. In fact we have come to love each other. Tonight he went to father to ask his permission for us to marry. We are engaged, Mama.'

Mrs. Bennet sat quite still, the words washing through her mind in a tangle of thought. She looked up and frowned but did not speak for some minutes. Elizabeth chose to remain as quiet as her mother allowing time for the thoughts to clear and permit her response. Eventually Mrs. Bennet composed herself.

'What are you saying Lizzy? You and Mr. Darcy are engaged!'

'Yes, Mama.'

Suddenly all that Elizabeth had thought of her mother came out in her words.

'My goodness! Mr. Darcy is to marry one of my daughters. What prestige this will bring to our family. Oh my, I shall never cope with all this. Mr. Darcy in our family. What suitors you girls have! I always knew he would want one of you.'

Elizabeth sighed. There seemed nothing that would ever change her mother. She was determined to own every moment of the family's happiness and none of its regret. Her mother then became more and more restless as the full implications of the match reached her mind. Unfortunately she chose to express everything she thought. Elizabeth would be rich, richer than Jane even. Suddenly Mr. Darcy was handsome, charming, tall, with a house in town and a considerable annual income of ten thousand pounds a year, at least! She did, however, remember to ask Elizabeth to forgive her harsh words about him and hoped he would forgive her. She had simply reversed every thought she had ever had of Mr. Darcy and if left to her own devices he was beginning to take precedence over Mr. Bingley.

Elizabeth could hear no more without speaking and began an attempt to calm her mother.

'I am sure Mr. Darcy will have no thoughts of anything previously said, Mama. He only wishes to please us all.'

'As he should, dear. Oh my, I have so much to do that there will be little time tomorrow. There are appointments, wedding clothes...'

'Good night Mama,' said Elizabeth, not sure or caring if her mother heard. She walked to her room and had just closed the door when her mother burst in after her continuing to quote the size of Mr. Darcy's income and the surprise thought that the marriage would require a special licence not only because of Mr. Darcy's residence outside the district but also because of his connection in society. It was all a mother of five daughters and no sons could wish for in the extent of her life. Mixed with all this was her desire to please him with the only thing she knew she did well as she asked Elizabeth his favourite dish so that it could be included on tomorrow's menu. To this Elizabeth was vague in her reply, as she really did not know his absolute favourite. All she could think of was her mother's behaviour when he called in the morning. Surely she would not speak to him like this.

As her mother continued airing her thoughts, all Elizabeth could think of was how simple words could ruin a perfect moment. She had spent two days wishing for nothing more than her parent's consent to reach eternal happiness but now saw that there was so much more to it all. She was ever grateful when her mother retired and allowed her the sanctity of her own room and her own emotions.

She was officially engaged and tomorrow it would become known to the world. She would marry Mr. Darcy because she loved him but how many would think like her mother and consider his station in life first, not caring if there was mutual affection. This led her to remember their kiss and the sensations that it evoked were almost too much to ponder. Her fingers leapt to her mouth again and as she gently rubbed her lips, the same sensation flowed through her. It was almost as if he was holding her in her room and she wrapped her arms around herself to secure it.

In the curricle, Mr. Bingley wasted no time in asking questions.

'Tell me Darcy, how did it go?'

'Extremely well.'

'I must have more, Darcy. I know that Mr. Bennet can be quite recalcitrant when he wishes and I have the feeling that you left his library in quite a state.'

'Recalcitrant is hardly the word, Bingley. I thought at first that he would refuse my request.'

'Nonsense. He is a man who enjoys the game,' replied Mr. Bingley.

'Proposal of marriage to his favourite daughter is hardly a game, Bingley. The man thought I had forced her decision.'

'Good God, what did you say to him?'

'Merely what any gentleman would say to a prospective father in law. I told him of my affection and my desire to marry her. He responded with hesitancy and regret for it all.'

'So he refused you at first?'

'No, there was nothing of that. He consented quickly but with such a degree of reluctance that I had no choice but to plead my cause.'

'And he was convinced? I could speak to him of your long term affection for her, if you wish.'

'I do not. I am quite capable of doing my own bidding, Bingley. No, it is settled. I am sure he was left with the necessary intensity of feelings. As well, he had Elizabeth's assurances to add to mine. I suppose his reluctance came from the shock of it all rather than his desire to see me gone.'

'And the mother?'

'Elizabeth speaks to her tonight. There should be no problem there.'

Mr. Bingley began to laugh which brought a quizzical glance from his friend.

'Excuse my mirth in the midst of your moment, my friend, but if you are subjected to half of my first days of engagement, I am sure you will say there is a problem. The woman can be quite determined.'

'I am sure. I think long walks will be required.'

'If you are allowed out of the house. I was caught in a round of visits to and from Longbourn that took up most of the first week.'

'But you are more pliant than I, Bingley. She really does not like talking to me at all.'

'And so I hope it remains. Good luck, my friend.'

'Drive, Bingley. Your words are of no comfort.'

Mr. Bingley stirred the horse into a faster pace and they were at Netherfield within ten minutes. They drank a late night toast to their prospective brides and retired to their rooms.

Mr. Darcy could hear the movement of drawers and doors coming from his dressing room as he entered his suite. As he closed the main door, Geoffrey knocked and entered the sitting room.

'Sir!'

'Good evening, Geoffrey. I will prepare for bed but may delay my retirement.'

'Sir ... Ah, might I ask how our evening went sir?'

'Our evening went extremely well. You are at liberty to inform the remaining staff, Geoffrey. I am engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.'

'Congratulations, sir,' he replied, his face showing a mixture of happiness and unsurety.

'Yes, Geoffrey, there will be changes. Something you abhor.'

'I am sure I will adjust sir.'

'I am sure you will. However, it has been so long since Pemberley had a mistress that it will take some adjustment for all of us.'

'Are you thinking of Mrs. Reynolds, sir?'

'I am, amongst others. But she will bare the brunt of it all. However she has met Miss Bennet,' mused Mr. Darcy, as he slowly realised the implications of marriage.

He dismissed his man as soon as he was prepared for bed and relaxed on the armchair by the fire. His eyes surveyed the room and the void began to feel oppressive. The constant company of Elizabeth over the last two days had left him wanting her more and more and knowing that their union was now determined, he had the freedom to consider the reality of having her by his side forever. He would be her husband, a title he had almost given up on until his tour to Hertfordshire. She was beautiful, intelligent, charming and provocative and each part of her evoked a passionate surge within him. He desired her more than he thought possible. He could not get enough of her. He sat staring at the flames and feeling the trace of her lips on his. They were fine and soft, moist with her. As his closed his eyes, his body responded to his thoughts and he groaned in frustration. There was nothing for it but sleep for it must be an early morning.

And so it was at half past nine that the gentlemen arrived once again at Longbourn. The ladies most involved in their visit had dressed early not wishing to waste a moment of the day and were seating themselves for breakfast. As Mr. Darcy entered the breakfast room, Elizabeth looked up and smiled so broadly that he could do nothing but stop and wonder at his good fortune. Having been subjected to the news by their mother late the night before, Mary and Kitty giggled at each other. Jane had eyes only for Mr. Bingley but did manage to notice her sister's joy. Their affection brought Mr. Bennet some reprieve from his restless night and Mrs. Bennet simply nodded at the outcome of what was obviously her own doing.

'Good morning Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet, ladies,' said Mr. Darcy with his eyes breezing past each face until finding its home again.

'It is good to see you again, Mr. Darcy,' replied Mr. Bennet. 'What is a morning without a visit from young gentlemen.'

'Sir,' was all Mr. Darcy could reply.

Elizabeth walked to his side just as Jane had been doing for Mr. Bingley and she guided him to a seat by her. The gentlemen waited until all the ladies were seated, then quietly took their places as Mr. Bennet chose to begin the conversation.

'Mr. Darcy, I do not think you have graced our morning feast before. If you have then excuse my forgetfulness. I hope your evening was more settled than ours. It seems there was much for the ladies to discuss late into the night,' said Mr. Bennet with a derisive look at his wife. The lady herself had not spoken but finding herself the centre of attention she felt obligated.

'There is much to organise, Mr. Bennet, and you know that it will all be left to me.'

Mr. Bingley cast a blank but knowing stare at his friend across the table and continued sipping his coffee.

'I see you have informed Mr. Darcy of his obligations, Mr. Bingley. Sir, you can be assured that your time will be fully occupied from now on.'

'I look forward to it all, Mr. Bennet,' said Mr. Darcy, in a tone as convincing as he could make it.

In an effort to break the tension, Elizabeth addressed her mother.

'Mama, I am sure it would be best to finish with Jane's plans before beginning any others.'

'Nonsense, Lizzy. I am quite capable of organising the two of you.' She seemed wanting to say more but a quick look at Mr. Darcy silenced her for almost fifteen minutes, giving the couples time to fill their plates from the sideboard and return to their seats.

'Mr. Darcy, are you to remain at Netherfield or is it necessary to return to town?' asked Mr. Bennet.

'I do wish to stay sir but naturally the change in situation requires my returning to town,' replied Mr. Darcy.

'Of course. Mr. Darcy, as soon as you have finished your meal, I would seek a word with you in private.'

Elizabeth looked up from her plate with a puzzled expression. Mr. Darcy looked to her before replying.

'Of course, sir, I am at your convenience.'

He turned again to Elizabeth who had by then determined the reason for her father's request. However it was impossible to inform Mr. Darcy of it all while in the company of others. Instead she gave him a reassuring smile and returned to her food. The gentleman ate carefully, rather more curious than afraid of her father's request. He had barely managed his second cup of coffee before Mr. Bennet stood with a look that demanded Mr. Darcy's attention. He slid his chair back, stood, made a slight bow to Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet and quickly followed Mr. Bennet to his library.

'Close the door, Mr. Darcy. This business is not for the ears of the household.'

Mr. Darcy obeyed and took the seat indicated by Mr. Bennet.

'It seems we are all in your debt, Mr. Darcy.'

'The hand of your daughter is hardly a task requiring gratitude on your part, Mr. Bennet. It is my greatest delight.'

'I would wish that this had little to do with Lizzy but I think that is not the case here. It appears that you were responsible for the recovery of my youngest daughter.'

Mr. Darcy flinched, being totally unaware that Mr. Bennet had been told of his doings. He could not reveal any details to Elizabeth's father. There could be no further disclosure of Georgiana's misfortune. His only hope was that Mr. Bennet would be blinded by his feelings for Elizabeth.

Mr. Bennet, however, was feeling quite nervous. He had never saved for anything and instead had allowed his life to take its course. He had indulged his wife and his daughters, providing more than should be allowed within his income. However he had always been flattered by beauty and what can such a man do but enjoy the sight of his wife dressed in a fine frock and the latest fashion. He had long since learned that he might require more in a wife but his choice was made and so it was best to enjoy what he could of it. And now here he was, facing a man to whom he owed a great debt, and hoping that the man's love for his favourite daughter would be enough to dissolve it.

'I was not aware that knowledge of my actions had spread to you, sir. None of it was undertaken with the desire for recognition,' replied Mr. Darcy.

'But it must be acknowledged, Mr. Darcy. I am a gentleman who stands by his debts and I owe you a great deal. I would appreciate you giving me details of the expense so that I can arrange repayment.'

'Repayment is not necessary, sir,' said Mr. Darcy firmly. 'The actions I took were undertaken for reasons that make it impossible for me to accept recompense in any way. I feel that my previous desire to keep Mr. Wickham's behaviour to myself was a major contributory cause of the situation in the first place.'

Inwardly Mr. Bennet smiled, all the while feeling a scant abhorrence for himself.

'My daughter's actions were her own doing and I am responsible for her. I cannot allow you to take this on yourself, sir. I must have my share.'

Mr. Darcy stood, took two paces to the right and turned. 'It cannot be, sir. As a gentleman I cannot allow it under any circumstances. It was not only my knowledge of Mr. Wickham, which caused me to act as I did but also because of my affection...my love for your daughter, Mr. Bennet. I was in her company immediately after she acquired the knowledge of the event and seeing her distress left me no option but to solve the matter at the earliest possible convenience.'

'Ah, so you were with Lizzy when she read Jane's letter. And was not her uncle and aunt with her also?'

'They had left her alone...I assure you, sir, that I was not alone with her for more than a few minutes. As soon as I ascertained the reasons for her...anguish, I left. I would never wish to put your daughter's honour at risk sir.'

'Yet she had time to tell you of it all?'

Mr. Darcy's colour rose as he attempted to extricate himself from this.

'It took only a matter of a sentence or two for me to establish the rest. It was a most difficult time for both of us.'

Mr. Bennet smiled. 'I can see that it was, Mr. Darcy. You must have made quick time to London. And what did my brother think of all this?'

'His response was similar to your own, sir. He wished to take it all on himself.'

'But you refused the offer?'

'I did. My own honour and my feelings for your daughter were my only reasons. I cannot allow these to be lessened by acceptance of any repayment.'

Mr. Bennet leaned back and slowly perused the man in front of him. Rich, haughty, handsome and honourable. Not always a good combination, he thought, but to those he must add, completely and utterly in love with his Lizzy. He gave a slow nod as he spoke, slipping from his short-lived self-hatred and back into his role of complacency.

'I can see that there is no reasoning with a young man so violently in love with one of my daughters. Be off, go and tell her that I did my best. Then tell her that you would not allow it and take the favour she offers in response.'

'Sir, I...' replied Mr. Darcy, hoping to placate her father with vagary.

'I know Mr. Darcy. I know. Be off.'

Mr. Darcy was indeed off and quite quickly. The conversation had left him a little drained and he wished only to be with Elizabeth. She was waiting in the sitting room, her back straight and her eye raised as he entered. He went directly to her and took her hand, not desiring to hide his affection this morning. Her cheeks bloomed as he took it and she could not look at him as he ran his other hand over hers. That done, he sat beside her,

'What did my father want?' were her first words.

'It is of no consequence, dearest Elizabeth.'

'Mr. Darcy!'

'I am sure that they chose not to hear,' he replied glancing around the room. 'Shall we walk? I see Bingley and Miss Bennet have disappeared.'

'Certainly,' she said as she rose. 'Mama, Mr. Darcy wishes to see the garden and the copse.'

'Certainly, dear,' said Mrs. Bennet, 'but before you go I might ask Mr. Darcy if he would grace our dinner table today? It would a great honour sir.'

Mr. Darcy had never been addressed with half the deference she was now showing and he turned to her in surprise.

'The honour would mine, madam,' was all he said.

Mrs. Bennet nodded as Mr. Darcy bowed and it was not until they were in the hall that they heard Mrs. Bennet scurry to the kitchens. They walked to the entrance where he waited while Elizabeth gathered her shawl. The air was damp and thick with moisture and Elizabeth shivered as they took to the lawn.

'You are cold again.'

'Again?'

'Yes, last night you were cold.'

Embarrassed she smiled up at him. 'Only for a short time.'

'When we reach the copse, I will endeavour to repeat my performance of last night.'

'Mr. Darcy!'

'You can say Fitzwilliam now,' he said with a devilish grin.

'I think you are very changed this morning, sir. I am taken unawares at your behaviour. I thought Mama would scream when you took my hand but I think you have frightened her.'

'Perhaps she is just nervous in my company,' replied Mr. Darcy, unable to tell Elizabeth how glad he was at her mother's silence. They reached the copse and he took her beside the wall out of sight of the house. There he kissed her lightly, a mere graze of his lips across hers. A brief separation followed by a few more steps brought more and their kiss of acceptance was no less brief than previously but it held something already of their union in that they both recognised its spontaneous nature. It just happened with no thought and no remembrance as they continued to walk.

Elizabeth was now reaching such a point of exuberance that she was finding it hard to control, and she responded by returning to her previous liveliness. She clutched his arm with both her hands and in the manner of all girls so recently in love, demanded to know all the details of his first feelings for her. Of course he was in no mood to foil her games but he answered with the nebulous replies of most young men. He had no idea when or how it had begun. He was just content to live within it. Not satisfied with any of it, she then attempted to decide for him and he watched in wonder and delight as she explained to him how she thought he probably felt.

He did agree that her spirit was engaging but she understood his need to flatter her and she would not accept it. For Elizabeth had never felt afraid of her faults, although it was new to her to express them so openly and to the man she loved. He listened as she listed the reasons he might not love her and disputed many of them, including her point that he had every reason to hate her. They battled through their causes for being in love, determining nothing but the repartee of fresh affection. As the mood settled she begged him to answer why he had not spoken on his first return to Longbourn and why he seemed not to even notice her.

His response was not pleasing to Elizabeth as he described what he saw of her mood at the time, saying how unsure it made him. She claimed embarrassment and when he took his part in it too, she wished him to answer why he was also silent over the first dinner. His answer was simple in its honesty. He merely felt too much to speak. Such a reply, must of course, be readily accepted but also countered with some blame on her part which she undertook by saying that she should never have mentioned Lydia. It was so simple then for him to dispute it all which he did satisfactorily. His motive was plain, he told her, once he had listened to his aunt. In fact it was only a matter of minutes before he himself would have spoken to her and they both agreed that Lady Catherine had been a lynchpin in their happiness.

Having said almost all there was on the matter, Elizabeth finally asked him why he had first returned to Netherfield, wishing so much that it was for her but suspecting it may have been for his friend. He confessed the truth to her, telling her of his self-deception in wishing it was for his friend but knowing in his heart it was for himself - so that he could see her. She was satisfied with it all. She had examined each second, twisted each motive and shared in the blame for it all and now it was time to tell all their acquaintances and family. On that thought, she had to know if he had the courage yet to tell to his aunt. He had no desire to speak to her but he agreed he would write and with that thought they returned to the house with Elizabeth teasing him that she would sit and admire his writing while he prepared his letter.

Mrs. Bennet was occupying the west sitting room so Elizabeth guided him to the smaller room on the northern side where she took a place at the desk while he took the table. Elizabeth's letter to her aunt and uncle began with an apology that she had not written earlier for she felt they, of all people, had the right of immediate knowledge of the union. She thanked her aunt for her praise of Mr. Darcy and hoped to hear much more of it in the future. She felt that their choice of tours was the reason that she and Mr. Darcy were engaged and she hoped to provide sufficient transport for a comprehensive tour of Pemberley's park on the next visit by her relatives.

In contrast to Elizabeth's tender note, Mr. Darcy's to his aunt was no more than a short missive. In the first sentence he told her of the engagement and in the second thanked her for informing him of Elizabeth's feelings on the matter. His signature was abrupt and for him it was sufficient. He had no desire to involve his aunt in any of his future plans.

In the library, Mr. Bennet had just finished penning a similar short note to Mr. Collins, informing him of the betrothal and hoping that he could console his benefactor when she heard the news. His conclusion was a suggestion to side with the nephew.

Jane and Mr. Bingley returned to the house soon after Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy and so began a rather animated conversation between the couples regarding future plans.

'Darcy, when do you intend to return to town?' asked Mr. Bingley.

'It must be soon, I suppose. Frankly I do not wish to go at all but there is the licence as well as some business to conclude,' replied Mr. Darcy, smiling at Elizabeth.

'I wish to go next week, Tuesday actually. I have suggested to Mr. Bennet that Miss Bennet accompany me with Miss Elizabeth. This was, of course, before your news.' He turned to Jane. 'I was hoping that your aunt would allow your visit. I would so wish to show you the house.'

'Excellent suggestion Bingley. Could you write to your aunt suggesting a short stay?' he said turning to Elizabeth again.

'Perhaps. It is such a busy time of year and she has the children. But I would so love to go. Jane, would the visit suit you?'

'Of course Lizzy. But ... I am afraid that Mama has a desire to visit the warehouses with me.'

'Oh!' was all Elizabeth could manage.

'I think we should talk with her Lizzy.'

Jane stood and was followed by Elizabeth as they both smiled at their partners before leaving. Mrs. Bennet was supervising the table settings when they entered the dining room. Jane spoke first, taking the initiative in a direct statement.

'Mama, Mr. Bingley wishes to show me his house in town and Mr. Darcy also wishes to show Elizabeth through his house. I am going to write to our Aunt Gardiner for permission to stay with her during the visit.'

'I cannot go until next week, Jane,' was Mrs. Bennet's reply.

Elizabeth and Jane exchanged glances.

'Mama,' said Elizabeth, 'perhaps it would ease your burden if we went alone. Being in town would prevent further plans here and I am sure Jane and I could manage. Kitty and Mary would be all alone if you came and Papa is not himself in your absence.'

'I suppose you are right. He can never handle the servants. They take all they can get when I am not here in charge. I always say he is too soft on them. But the warehouses! What can be done about them? I will have to give you a list, Jane, and you must not be turned from it. I will send a note to my sister to ensure she keeps it all as I wish it. And you cannot travel with the gentlemen. What will the neighbourhood say! No you must travel alone.'

'Mama, that is too much expense when the carriage is going half empty. And the money saved can be used for wedding clothes,' said Elizabeth, in a brilliant burst of ideas.

'Then the servant must go with you.'

'Mr. Darcy's man will be travelling with us and the gentlemen will probably ride.'

'I will speak to your father. Now be off! Hill, Mr. Darcy cannot sit so low on the table. Move ... move him up. Yes to there, beside me and then Lizzy...no, no there....'

The girls returned to the gentlemen, leaving their mother to supervise as she saw fit.

'Well?' said Mr. Bingley on their return.

'I think it is settled. Mama will not be travelling with us.'

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy exchanged smiles at this news.

'I must write to our aunt immediately Jane. There is no time to be lost if we are to travel next week,' said Elizabeth. She turned to another sheet and began her note which she attached to her previous letter. She was folding the last of it when Mr. Darcy spoke.

'It seems our plans are in agreement, Bingley.'

'It does. Darcy, could I have a word, in private?'

Mr. Darcy stood and bowed to the ladies before retreating to the garden with his friend.

'What is this Bingley? Would you rather go alone with Miss Bennet?'

'It is nothing of that. Miss Bennet...Jane and I have been discussing your plans with her sister and it came to pass that we had a similar thought.'

'I am totally surprised,' said Mr. Darcy with a smirk.

'Seriously, Darcy. A suggestion of mine was readily received by Miss Bennet and now it falls to you to agree.'

'Hmmm?'

'What say you to a wedding on the same day?'

'The same day? You mean we...'

'We have some mutual friends who might wish to come and as well it would facilitate many arrangements. Jane is more than happy to share the day.'

'I can see that it would be advantageous. However I must speak with Elizabeth.'

'Of course.'

The gentlemen returned to the ladies where Mr. Darcy once again requested a walk with Elizabeth. Wrapping her shawl about her she walked with him to the copse where he turned to her.

'Bingley has made a suggestion which I wish to discuss with you.'

'Yes.'

'He and your sister thought it might be best if we shared the wedding day.'

'Shared it?'

'Yes. I see no problem as your family will be at both ceremonies,' he said, waiting for her reply.

'We could be married straight after Jane and Mr. Bingley.'

'Yes and then it would avoid them returning for our wedding and all your family would be rid of you both at once,' he said grinning.

'Oh Fitzwilliam, I would be delighted.'

'Then it shall be done. You have only to tell your mother.'

'And Jane and Mr. Bingley. We must do it now?'

'One moment, dear Elizabeth. I cannot allow such an occasion to pass without some expression of my happiness.'

'Fitzwilliam?' she said as he wrapped his arms around her spinning her to face away from him. His arms slipped about her waist, his hands joining under her breasts. She leaned back against him, tilting her chin up as his lips touched the top of her forehead.

'It is quite advantageous to be tall, I think,' he whispered.

'I quite agree,' she breathed, the cold air turning her breath to mist.

He pressed her closer to him as he tightened his grasp. 'Do you know how much I love you?'

She sighed heavily and grasped his hands in front of her.

'Do you know how much I desire you?' he whispered.

She could do nothing but press her body against his.

Chapter 51

Posted on Monday, 10 November 2003

They had been absent from the house not ten minutes when they heard the dinner bell and without further words they returned. Once more Mr. Darcy had been placed to the right of Mrs. Bennet but now he was free to have Elizabeth by his side at every sitting and that meant he could speak to her in private and even feel the warmth of her body and the brief touches that seem to occur when one is in love.

The soup was barely served when Mr. Bennet began to speak.

'Mr. Darcy, you must enlighten us on the benefits of living in the north.'

'I am hardly a fair judge, sir, as Pemberley has been my home since birth. I can think of no finer place to reside. The winters can be cold but I think we get less rain than here in the south.'

'And the crops, there must be a much shorter season. When do you harvest?'

'At Pemberley we try to have the harvest completed by early August. Any later and we risk an early frost as it seems that autumn creeps in on us by early September.'

'You must have extensive numbers of tenants at Pemberley.'

'We do, sir,' replied Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth found herself pleased that her father was taking the time to speak to Mr. Darcy and perhaps understand him better.

'And when do you harvest, sir?' continued Mr. Darcy.

'If the growth is slow, I can delay harvest until the first week of September. However that does change from year to year. This year in particular has been extensively cold and the crops are nothing. It has been a bad year.'

'Definitely, the whole country will suffer from this. I am sure that there will be great hardship among the tenants.'

The arrival of the next course ended the conversation and allowed Mr. Darcy to turn to Elizabeth with a loving smile. Her mouth turned up as her eyes turned down and she smiled into her lap, feeling more and more content with her decision and her father's reaction to it. She was still contemplating her good fortune when she saw Mr. Darcy's hand slide over to her lap, squeezing the fingers of her right hand before retreating. This increased her grin.

'I delight in your happiness, Elizabeth,' said her father, noticing her expression. 'Mr. Darcy, I hope to see it repeated for many years.'

'Indeed, sir,' replied Mr. Darcy, showing discomfort at being singled out over such a topic. Turning the conversation from himself, he said, 'Mrs. Bennet, I must say the ham is quite delicious.'

Mrs. Bennet lifted her chin and smiled around the table before replying. 'Thank you Mr. Darcy, we have an excellent cook although I am sure that you are used to fine food.'

'I am sure Mr. Darcy enjoys many a fine thing, my dear,' said Mr. Bennet, silencing the subject of food. 'And Mr. Bingley, have your plans been settled? Are we to know the date on which you abscond with my oldest daughter?'

'We have not the absolute day but it seems that it must be later in November, sir.'

'Excellent. And you Mr. Darcy, what day have you chosen?'

Mr. Darcy looked across at his friend, feeling that the news should be announced by him. Mr. Bingley looked around the table before replying.

'In fact, sir, Mr. Darcy and I have been in some discussion and we have decided that it would be preferable for us both if the marriage ceremonies took place on the same day.'

'The same day?' exclaimed Mrs. Bennet. 'Jane, Lizzy, is this true? Are you both in agreement?'

'We are, Mama,' said Jane. 'It would please us both.'

'Lizzy, you have done nothing. What about your clothes? You will have to extend your time in town. There is nothing else to be done. You must visit all the warehouses.'

'I will do it all, Mama,' said Elizabeth, 'and I am sure our aunt will be a great help.'

'There will be peace at Longbourn at Christmas,' replied Mr. Bennet with a wink at Elizabeth.

She smiled back before offering a tenderer version to Mr. Darcy whose look required more. She held his eyes for as long as was possible in such a situation, breaking the moment with a dab at her brow with her napkin.

'Are you too warm?' he asked, once more imprisoning her eyes with his.

She blotted her brow again, moving from the intensity of his gaze to the table setting in front of him.

'A little.'

'Then have this,' he said, handing her his handkerchief.

His fingers brushed across her palm as he pressed the fold into her hand. She looked down at it and quickly placed it under her napkin, knowing it was too precious to ever use. Kitty interrupted the moment with her exclamation.

'Are you really being married on the same day, Jane?'

'Yes, Kitty.'

'Mama, can I have Jane's room?' was all Kitty could find to say.

'I would suggest you keep such thoughts to yourself, my dear, at least until the gentlemen have left. With such talk they will wish for a delay to rethink their options,' said Mr. Bennet.

Elizabeth was highly embarrassed at her father's comment and avoided looking at Mr. Darcy in case she saw his displeasure at her family. It was with relief that Mr. Bingley spoke.

'I am sure there will be many changes at Longbourn in the near future. Mrs. Bennet, dinner was excellent but I cannot help but ask what you have in store for dessert.'

Mrs. Bennet gave him one of her best simpering smiles as she replied. 'Spotted Dick and a gooseberry pie, made with fruit from the farm.

'Marvelous,' replied Mr. Bingley. 'Do you not agree, Darcy?'

'Indeed.'

Dessert was presented on a large tray, offered around the table to each diner, the gentlemen savouring a helping of each while the ladies preferred to sample only one. Mr. Bennet, always fond of sweets, was first finished and as usual, showed his desire to rid the room of the ladies by a direct stare at his wife. Mrs. Bennet quickly escorted her daughters from the room and the gentlemen went about their business of brandy.

'So you both are to take my girls from me and on the same day, gentlemen.'

'We will be not be far at Netherfield, sir,' said Mr. Bingley.

'But you will be far at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy. Or do you intend to spend some time in town?'

'I am anxious to have Miss Elizabeth at Pemberley so I would hope to travel there after a short stay in town.'

'As it should be. And how has your family taken the news, Mr. Bingley? Are your sisters all happy?'

'I have only just received a letter from Caroline, sir and she is quite delighted. I have yet to inform her of Darcy's engagement.'

'And, Mr. Darcy, what says your aunt and your sister?'

'I have written to them both but they have not had the time to reply,' answered Mr. Darcy.

'As your aunt took the time to visit with our Lizzy, I am sure she will be delighted to hear of the marriage.'

Mr. Darcy was neither at liberty nor inclination to explain the fierce and aggressive objections of his aunt so he chose to say nothing. Instead he straightened his clothing and cradled his hands on his knees, his face showing a severity unusual in a man so recently betrothed to the woman he desired.

'Have you problems, Mr. Darcy?' enquired Mr. Bennet.

'Just thoughts, sir. It is an overwhelming occurrence. I was considering my business in town, the settlement and licence.'

'And perhaps the company of my daughter? Gentlemen, although I have the security of my brother in town, I trust that you will both ensure the safety of my daughters. There is much to be wary of in town.'

'There is, sir,' said Mr. Bingley. 'However I can assure you that the ladies will be our first consideration and we will take every care of them, under the supervision of their uncle.'

'Excellent, gentlemen,' stated Mr. Bennet. 'Lizzy tells me that your man will accompany them on the journey, Mr. Darcy.'

'Yes, sir,' was all he replied, his mood too entrenched in his family's reaction to be at ease with her father.

'Mr. Darcy, the weight of the world is not upon you, merely the weight of my daughter's wit. You have taken on a challenge, sir. I hope your mood is not indicative of second thoughts.'

'No, sir, not at all. My mind was ... I apologise for my distraction. I am afraid I must keep my mirth for other times.'

'Mirth seems evident with Elizabeth so I suggest we retreat to the company of the ladies. Come gentlemen.'

They both followed him to the sitting room where Mr. Darcy took his seat beside Elizabeth, offering her no more than a token smile. She took him coffee and returned to her work, seeing that he was in a mood similar to those she had experienced in Kent. It was not until departure that she had the opportunity to speak to him alone. She paused in the hall, allowing Jane and Mr. Bingley to go ahead.

'Fitzwilliam, are you unwell? Your mood is very deep.'

'But not for you, my dearest.'

'Then what?'

'I will not speak of it tonight. This time is for you, my darling. Please get your shawl, I would walk with you.'

She hurried with it, wishing only to be alone with him. They were about to leave the house when her mother called her with a list of engagements to which she and Mr. Darcy had been invited. Elizabeth took the list, noticing that there was nothing to give her pleasure. However it must be done as the obligations of the newly engaged were vast and not always pleasurable. During this Mr. Darcy had stood in silence, not listening or hearing much of what went on. By the time her mother had finished, Mr. Bingley was ready to leave.

'I must go,' said Mr. Darcy.

'Oh, so soon,' said Elizabeth to Mr. Darcy.

Her disappointment roused him. 'Yes, my darling, so soon. Until tomorrow.' He ran his fingers along her hand, caressing her wrist for the merest second before turning it to his lips. 'Tomorrow,' was all she heard as he left the house and entered the carriage.

'What is the rush, Bingley?'

'It is late.'

'Not so late. I wished to speak to Elizabeth.'

'Then you should have said so. I could have waited.'

Mr. Darcy said nothing and eventually Mr. Bingley spoke again.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Then do not brood,'

'I have said this often before. I do not brood.'

'Then whatever it is you are doing resembles brooding.'

'For God's sake, Charles!'

'What?'

'I just want some time to think...without your opinions,' said Mr. Darcy, his voice becoming quite loud.

'Then you shall have it.'

'Thank you!'

The remaining journey was taken in silence, followed by a brief goodnight before they both took to their rooms. Mr. Darcy's stride was abrupt and expeditious as he marched along the halls. The door was opened by his man just in time as his master reached for the knob. Mr. Darcy said nothing and took to his armchair without a word and Geoffrey left to arrange the clothes for bed leaving his master to himself.

Mr. Darcy pushed back in the chair, raising his chin to the ceiling. His aunt would be a problem. It all seemed so easy to ignore her objections when one was so angry at her interference and determined to have Elizabeth. However, now the immediacy of his desires was satisfied, the daily routine of life had begun to intrude and there was no escaping his aunt's attitude. He knew that by now she would have informed his uncle of the match as well as his cousins. The Colonel would be beside him in this, but his brother Edward was too like his father, the Earl, to accept it so easily. And Jane, his wife, was an impossible woman, too like his aunt. Together they would prove a formidable force against this marriage.

He sat in silence for some time, contemplating all that he could do to soothe the way for Elizabeth. Aunt Catherine would not speak to her but then she was not speaking to him either at this point and he had no desire to speak to her. And then there was Anne to consider. Although unspoken, the lack of desire for a union had been understood between them. It was just a shame that her mother had never realised that. He had written to Georgiana telling her of his engagement and eagerly awaited her reply. However, his aunt would no doubt involve his sister in her censure and that was to upsetting to contemplate.

His man knocked and receiving no reply, crept quietly into the room to turn down the bed. Noticing Mr. Darcy still sitting with only one candle lit, he was about to retreat when he was addressed.

'Continue.'

'Yes, sir.'

Mr. Darcy watched him with an abstract look but an alert mind.

'We will have to hire a lady's maid, Geoffrey.'

'Would you like me to enquire with Mrs. Reynolds, sir?'

'No, I think this is something that should be handled by my...Miss Bennet. I will speak to her first.'

'Are there any other arrangements you would wish me to take care of sir? Would you be requiring accommodation for your family?'

'Miss Darcy will be coming, of course. And I hope my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, will also be present. Apart from those, I expect no further visitors.'

'A small party then sir.'

'As you expected, Geoffrey. I have no doubt that you are aware of the content of the visit from my aunt during our last stay in town. Things have not progressed since then.'

His man continued to fold down the covers, light the bedside candle and lay out the bedclothes without a single sign of opinion on his master's remark. On completion he turned to Mr. Darcy.

'Do you wish your bath at the usual time in the morning, sir?'

'I do ... no, I would prefer it earlier ... say half past six. I wish for an early walk before breakfast.'

'The weather is closing in fast, sir. I suggest your winter coat.'

'Suggestion taken. Good night Geoffrey.'

'Good night, sir.'

Mr. Darcy heard the quiet click of the door as his man retreated to his own quarters. He turned to the bed, inviting and soft; the down quilt corner forming a precise triangle and all he could think of was Elizabeth. The date was not set but if his estimation was correct it would be almost four weeks to the wedding. Twenty-eight days ... nights and then he would not be alone like this. She would be there, wanting him. Yes, she would want him. She had made that perfectly clear. The erogenous thoughts that ensued, occupied him for some minutes before the reality of the day intruded once again and he was left angry at his situation.

He had every right to choose whom he wished for his bride and his choice was not a disgrace on his family. Elizabeth was everything that a man could wish for except for fortune. His primary source of anger was his aunt whom he had decided would never have his favour again. Her intrusion and words to Elizabeth were so far beyond any hope of forgiveness that he found it difficult to even think of communicating with her again on any level. Yet he had the responsibility of protecting Elizabeth from her wrath. He retired with his mind still filled with these thoughts and spent a restless night, tossing and turning within tormented dreams.

At Longbourn, Elizabeth was concerned for his mood. Although aware of his aunt's opinion, she had given little thought to the day-to-day family dealings that would ensue after her marriage. All she could think of was the time they could return to Pemberley, together forever, in a world of their own quiet contentment. Her family was loud, outspoken and often difficult but the bond was great and she lived within that security. She lay on her bed for some time before rushing to her table and withdrawing a clean sheet. Picking up her favourite pen, she began to write, trying different ways to embellish her new name. Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy was scrawled again and again down the page, each time bringing a bright grin to her face. The second column was taken up with Elizabeth Darcy, which she scratched repeatedly as her lips formed the words.

Elizabeth then looked around her room until her eyes rested on her chest, which already was beginning to fill with items she had prepared herself and other things her mother had given her. After her trip to London, it would no doubt be full, as her list of clothes and accessories necessary for the wedding was growing daily. She was sure that she and Jane would need an extra coach to get the things home. At first she had given thought to her father's expense in this but soon realised that her new status would enable her to enhance her parent's life if she found them wanting. She fell asleep thinking of her new name.

Each morning, Elizabeth found it increasingly difficult to dress. Her wardrobe had suddenly taken on a look of the mundane and each day she wished to look her best for Mr. Darcy. This morning she was floundering through her gowns when Jane entered with much the same quandary. They had also discussed what they would take to town where they were both sure that the gentlemen would invite them to places they had never experienced before. They exchanged lace and then Elizabeth borrowed a shawl from Kitty and Jane borrowed one from Elizabeth before they were ready to breakfast. The gentlemen were to arrive at half past ten so Mr. Bennet had the enjoyment of only his own family to begin the day.

At Netherfield, Mr. Darcy was out in the park by quarter past seven, wearing his winter coat and his heavy-duty boots. There was frost on the grass, and in the shadows of the larger trees it had frozen to a crisp covering. He trenched for almost an hour, working up a slight sweat under his heavy clothing. He had shed his coat by his return to the house where he was greeted with post from his sister. Her letter was sweet, wishing him everything she could wish for herself under the same circumstances. He knew that she had some slight reservation about Elizabeth prior to meeting her but her long and attentive letter was surety that she was now full of happiness for them both. She filled her pages with delightful descriptions of Elizabeth and her desire to be close to her. It was simply a joy to read her excitement and it seemed that she had at last come full circle and was back to the girl he once knew.

He had yet to explain the situation with Mr. Wickham and his soon-to-be relationship with the man. In that he was very ill at ease for nothing could render it less painful to Georgiana. How does a brother explain this all to his sister and leave her willing to love and accept his decisions? All in all, his decision to marry Elizabeth was becoming a great burden on him at the exact time that he wished to think of nothing but her.

Mr. Bingley had also received post from his sister but it lacked the sincerity and form of Miss Darcy's. It was polite and trite, rather like the lady herself, lacking the depth of emotion and genuineness that should be expressed to a brother.

The gentlemen arrived to find their ladies also enjoying the benefit of post, with Jane holding a short missive from Miss Bingley. It was of one page, filled with adjectives and phrases available in any bookstore and lacking anything of true feelings. It was simply the obligatory thing to write to one's prospective sister. Jane, fortunately, had been hurt enough to realise its content but was still blessed with the manners of a lady and managed a reply far above the worthiness of a Miss Bingley.

Elizabeth had received an immediate reply from her aunt, welcoming a stay from both ladies. The announcement brought a smile to even Mr. Darcy whose countenance had not improved overnight. It was a long half an hour before Elizabeth could extricate him from her family and speak to him alone in the north sitting room as the weather had closed in far too much for excursions.

'Fitzwilliam,' she began as soon as they entered, 'you still seem unhappy. I know my family is somewhat overawed by your...'

'My dearest Elizabeth, it has nothing to do with your family. It is mine which holds my thoughts.'

'Oh please do not think of your aunt's visit. It is over and it only resolved to help us.'

'Yes it did, then. But now I see her vengeance may be great. I will not have you hurt Elizabeth.'

'Then I shall not be,' she replied. 'If you do not hurt me, it cannot be so.'

'Beautiful words, my dear, but we both know they are far beyond what we are dealing with. She is liable to spread her dissent through the rest of my relations.'

'Surely your sister would not turn against you.'

'Georgiana? No, never. And Fitzwilliam will be with me on this. He has seen your charms.'

She blushed at his simple compliment.

'Your blush defies your strength. This will be difficult, Elizabeth.'

'Only if we allow it to be,' she said, taking his hands in hers.

He pulled her close, capturing her in his embrace in a physical gesture he so wished he could emulate forever. She sensed his withdrawal again and leaned back to look at him.

'It will be all right.'

'Elizabeth, I cannot lie to you. It will not. Aunt Catherine is a powerful and vindictive woman who is liable to spread such rumours that could destroy the strongest of relationships. She will brook no opposition to her purpose for us all.'

Elizabeth looked at his angry face and began to feel some of it herself. How dare a bitter and lonely lady destroy these moments of theirs with her nasty sense of class and connections? She was also feeling a little less than happy with Mr. Darcy for allowing these thoughts to intrude on their time. He sensed some resentment in her as he spoke.

'I can see that you feel as I do on this.'

'I do, Fitzwilliam, but I see that it does no good to think of what we cannot change. If your family is so determined to dislike me, then there is nothing to be done with it. I am sure our love is strong enough to withstand it all.'

His mouth straightened as he replied. 'It is not your family though Elizabeth! You do not have to deal with them as I do. You do not understand it fully.'

His words were strong and seemed tinged with a hint of condescension. Elizabeth pulled away and took a seat near the window, choosing not to speak until she had calmed herself a little. Mr. Darcy walked over by her and stood gazing out, not noticing her mood. She sat in silence for some five minutes before addressing him.

'Do you think me incapable of feeling your pain in this?'

'It is not about pain,' was all he replied.

She took a deep breath before replying. 'Then what is it Fitzwilliam? Are you afraid you will never see your family again if you marry me?'

'What!'

'What, indeed? You seem determined to...to take it all on yourself.'

'It is my family of whom we speak.'

'Certainly. And soon to be my family as well.'

'But not yet. Until then, I must deal with this.'

Elizabeth was now quite angry herself. Instead of sharing his feelings with her, he had chosen to retreat into his reserve. She stood and turned to him.

'It seems I am of little help in this. Perhaps it is best if you have the time to consider what you should do without the obvious inconvenience of my opinion. I expect you will be leaving now as there is nothing further to....'

'Lizzy! Lizzy!, Mr. Darcy! Mrs. Philips has called to see us all. Come, she is waiting in the west sitting room,' said Mrs. Bennet from the door.

Elizabeth's audible sigh was no help as Mr. Darcy could think of nothing worse than half an hour in the company of Elizabeth's aunt. However there was nothing for it but to proceed and they both followed her mother without any further words. He took a seat away conveniently situated to avoid as much inclusion as possible and proceeded to stare ahead with little recognition of any current topic on his face. Elizabeth was only slightly less willing to participate as her mood deepened in line with his.

'And Elizabeth, have you heard that Mr. and Mrs. Collins are at Lucas Lodge. It seemed that their visit was unexpected. Lady Lucas is quite at odds with them as she was not planning on visitors until Christmas. Mrs. Lucas is....' Mrs. Philips leaned towards Elizabeth and dropped her tone only slightly, '....well, you know!', she said with a wink.

Mrs. Bennet joined in the furtive glances towards the gentlemen but continued to chatter on.

'Lady Lucas was first here with the news some weeks ago. I hope the child is not like its mother for I have never found Mrs. Collins more than plain. And did you hear that Master Lucas is to the army, or so Sir William has been saying? Of course, I do not think they have the funds but they do insist on talking of it.'

Elizabeth sat in stony silence, mortified by the boorish gossip and wishing so much to have some time with Mr. Darcy to settle their differences. It was with huge relief that the half an hour passed and her aunt stood to leave. However it was not without a formal invitation for Mr. Darcy and herself to dine with them on their return from town. As soon as she had left, Elizabeth moved to take Mr. Darcy aside but was only just making excuses to her mother when Mr. and Mrs. Collins arrived.

Even Mr. Bingley began to show some tedium at their visit and managed to extricate Jane to the dining room before their entry on the excuse that Mrs. Collins was there to see Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth was excited to see her friend and speak of her plans but it would mean of course that she must be in the company of Mr. Collins.

'Good morning, Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Bennet, ladies. And especially to you my dear cousin. Word has reached us that there is to be a union,' said Mr. Collins smiling.

'Yes,' replied Elizabeth, 'Mr. Darcy and I are engaged.'

'Congratulations, Mr. Darcy. Lady Lucas wrote some time ago with news of this upcoming event,' said Mr. Collins.

Mr. Darcy bowed slightly and settled into further doldrums. He had no wish to spend time with this obsequious man when there was so much to consider. Sycophancy and flattery were all he offered and they were the two things most repulsive to Mr. Darcy. He did manage a smile for Mrs. Collins, who as Elizabeth's friend, deserved his attention. All in all, he showed what he considered the requisite politeness for such society. At least he had tried.

On their departure, he at last had time to speak to Elizabeth who by now had reached a general malaise almost as dark as his. Despite the weather they had escaped to the stillroom.

'You are angry with me,' he said.

'I am not angry with you.'

'Then please tell me what...'

'I cannot help but think that you are allowing your family to affect...I should not speak of it.'

He took her hand, pressing his lips to her palm. 'Elizabeth, please, we cannot let this...'

'We spoke of Lady Catherine on our first...we have spoken of her thoughts on...on all of this and we both agreed that she was auspicious in bringing us together. We, neither of us, thought she would accept me so soon and I see no point in brooding on her opinions as it will not change them.'

'I have not been brooding, Elizabeth.'

She looked up at him. 'You must admit that you are not happy then.'

'Vastly different from brooding. And my mood is simply because of my concern for you.'

'Fitzwilliam, we cannot allow the feelings and opinions of others to influence us like this. We are both more than aware of the obstacles that...please I do not wish to talk of it.'

She turned from him.

'I do not wish to speak of it either but that does not negate its existence,' he said, almost more to himself than her. He reached his hand out to touch her shoulder but she moved away unaware of his action. He lowered his arm slowly, expelling breath at the same time. His chin dropped to his chest as he stood in contemplation. Suddenly he spoke the only thing he could find in his heart.

'Do you hate me for this?'

She turned to him, her eyes filled with tears.

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