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Chapter 52

Posted on Monday, 17 November 2003

She was in his arms before she took a breath, firmly within the security of his love. He closed his eyes and held her, not knowing what to say. Elizabeth broke the moment.

'I could never hate you. I have never hated you.'

He stepped back a little to study her as she slowly lifted her gaze to his.

'Do you not believe me?'

'I do Elizabeth. I do. Although I fear a little exaggeration on your part. I am sure you hated me in Kent.'

'Perhaps I thought I did but I have since come to realise that it was no more than dislike.'

He smiled down at her.

'But you still worry about this marriage?' she asked.

'Not at all. I worry about what it may do to you.'

'And to you,' she said quietly. 'These thoughts change you.'

'They do?'

'Yes. You become silent and reserved.'

'Some would say I am always silent and reserved.'

'But I would not. That is only for those who do not wish to see the real man.'

'The real Mr. Darcy worries a great deal about the future Mrs. Darcy.'

Her face lit up. 'I have never heard you say that.'

'What ... oh Mrs. Darcy,' he said, once more distracted by his thoughts. 'I must find a way to deal with this. I will accept no interference in our marriage.'

'Might I tease you at this time and suggest that you sound very like Lady Catherine when you speak so?'

'Elizabeth, you cannot distract me.' He leaned down and swept his lips over hers. 'I think there is nothing for it but to ignore all the gossip. Can you bear to go through that with me?'

'I stand by you in all things, Fitzwilliam.'

'Except my moods.'

'I will adjust to your moods. Although according to the Colonel I must avoid Sunday nights.'

He grinned at her and she reached up to kiss him just as they heard Kitty calling from the house requiring them for dinner. Instead she took his arm and they silently proceeded to the dining room where the family was waiting.

'I see you found some time outside,' said Mr. Bingley to his friend.

'I did, Bingley, although it is hardly worth the effort. The weather is quite horrid,' replied Mr. Darcy.

'I worry about the girls on the trip to town, Mr. Bingley. I do think they should wait until I can accompany them,' said Mrs. Bennet.

There was a sudden stillness about the table. 'The longer we delay, the longer before the wedding and I do wish to be married before Christmas,' was all Mr. Bingley could think to reply.

'We must go next week, Mama,' said Jane, 'as Aunt Gardiner expects us.'

'Very well but you take care girls.'

'Yes, Mama,' replied Elizabeth.

The conversation was then taken up by Kitty wishing to accompany Jane and Elizabeth to town. She begged her mother, tried various forms of manipulation with her father but both were to no avail. All this was observed in complete silence by Mr. Darcy and complete humiliation by Elizabeth. It was no better than one of Lydia's performances. They were both more than glad when it ended with Kitty pleading a headache and running to her room.

'I will not give in on this, my dear,' said Mr. Bennet. 'I will not have another performance like Lydia's.'

The mention of Lydia's name in the presence of the gentlemen was enough to hush the table for some minutes enabling the servants to clear the main course. Dessert was well underway when Mr. Bennet spoke again.

'So Jane, Lizzy, tomorrow you leave us. And when do you return?'

'We should be home next week, Papa,' said Elizabeth. 'By Saturday at the very least.'

'And spending every penny of mine while you are there!'

'We will not overspend, father,' said Jane, blushing slightly at the mention of money in front of the gentlemen.

'Well, take care of yourselves, and gentlemen, you take care of my girls.'

'Sir,' was all Mr. Bingley replied while Mr. Darcy remained quiet.

'I have business this afternoon and will not see you before you leave. Good-bye, my dears.'

'Good-bye Papa,' said Elizabeth as her father left for his library. The gentlemen rose soon after and escorted their ladies to the sitting room where final plans were made for the tour to town.

'I would expect to be at Longbourn by half past eight,' said Mr. Bingley.

'Perfect,' agreed Mr. Darcy. 'Perhaps we should be leaving, Charles. I am sure the ladies have much to prepare.

The ladies both looked a little disappointed, but knowing that they were escaping the district and would be in constant company while in town meant the parting was more light-hearted and full of expectancy than any previous ones. Mr. Darcy pulled Elizabeth to the corner of the entry to say a personal farewell.

'I do not wish to go but we must. I have business to finalise prior to leaving ... Elizabeth, please do not dwell on our talk. I only wish for you to be happy always. I will protect you from any...'

'Fitzwilliam, I do not want you to protect me. I simply want you beside me. It is of no consequence if we are together. It is you who can make me unhappy, not the words of others.'

It was impossible to kiss in such a public place so they were left with the mingling of fingers in a gentle play of passion, not bothering with words that might disturb their activity. The carriage had barely begun moving when the ladies retired to their rooms to supervise packing. In the carriage the gentlemen were just as busy.

'Charles, we should take my carriage. It is larger and more comfortable. Are you riding?'

'I think the weather is too severe and the horse in town can be a nuisance.'

'And a help.'

'Hmmm, so you are riding?' asked Mr. Bingley.

'I am not sure. I do like to ride in town but with the ladies there ... I am not sure.'

'What was your disagreement, Darcy?'

'Disagreement? It is nothing.'

'It is never nothing when it involves a lady.'

'This is something which I must deal with myself, Bingley. It does not concern Elizabeth.'

'I think she feels otherwise.'

'And what do you know of her feelings?'

'Jane...'

'Of course. The bond of sisterhood. They are very close.'

'They are indeed. Jane is somewhat concerned.'

'About Elizabeth?'

'About both of you, together.'

'Nothing will separate us, Charles. It is not between us that the problem exists,' said Mr. Darcy in a tone that demands no response.

'I am quite looking forward to town,' said Mr. Bingley after a short while.

'Indeed, my greatest pleasure was having Elizabeth at Pemberley.'

'You do not enjoy Longbourn?'

Mr. Darcy merely looked at his friend.

'It is rather a ... busy place,' added Mr. Bingley.

'Indeed, Charles, indeed. It is impossible to hold a sensible conversation with the bride of one's choice without being interrupted by another relation.'

'I am sure you are looking forward to Pemberley.'

'And I am sure you are looking forward to Netherfield. However, remember Charles, it is but a mere three miles from Longbourn. Quite an acceptable distance for daily visits!'

'Then I shall have to impose on a friend I have up north.'

The two gentlemen smiled at each other as they pulled up outside Netherfield. On alighting, Mr. Darcy turned to his friend.

'I might take supper in my rooms, Bingley. I really have much to do.'

'Certainly. Then shall we say breakfast at seven?'

'Until then,' replied Mr. Darcy as he disappeared through the entry.

Elizabeth had retired to her room where she had a servant assisting her with packing. Her choice of frocks was simple as her wardrobe was quite limited and in town only the best would do. Mrs. Bennet managed to flit from Elizabeth's room to Jane's and keep an eye on each of their choices. She had the servant rummage through her shawls to find two suitable for the girls to use in town and even allowed Jane to take her best evening coat for trips to the theatre. Her instructions to them were filled with the need to keep the gentlemen content and to show off the best of their manners within the greater society which must ensue from such connections. Both Elizabeth and Jane were thankful when supper was over and they could retire to the peace of their bedrooms again.

The gentlemen both returned to their rooms to find their men completing the packing for town. However, as they both enjoyed the advantage of a permanent residence there, the need to take vast quantities of luggage was unnecessary. Mr. Darcy had many letters to write including those to his uncle the Earl, Colonel Fitzwilliam and his cousin Edward. The letter to the Colonel was full of the joy of his upcoming union with Elizabeth but the other two were polite without embellishment as they were not acquainted with the lady and would no doubt have heard the news from Lady Catherine. He had received no response from her regarding his letter announcing his engagement and he wondered if she had already begun a total ban on communication with him or that she was still composing her vitriol. Either way, he had no desire to hear from her.

The ladies were up early and dressed and breakfasted almost an hour before the carriage was due to arrive. The gentlemen took the time for a hearty breakfast before arriving at Longbourn at twenty minutes past eight. All those resident at Longbourn were there for the farewells and after a fond kiss for their father who had managed to appear, and much advice from their mother, the girls alighted the carriage. Mr. Darcy's man was in attendance much to Mr. Bennet's relief although Mrs. Bennet did not seem to notice. Elizabeth and Jane sat on one side facing the front while Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley took the opposite seat. The carriage was well equipped with feet warmers and knee rugs for all the occupants. Mr. Darcy's man was indeed travelling with them but he did not have the fortune of travelling inside.

The first moments of the journey were quite awkward for it seemed that the mere fact of leaving Longbourn with its continual presence of parents, left the occupants with a great deal of thought. Jane and Elizabeth felt a huge relief mixed with the tangled feelings of being in a situation prone to impropriety. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy initially only thought of the freedom of the situation but soon both began to see that they had been placed in a position of unexpected liberty. Restrictions seem to have been lifted simply by a change of residence.

There were many tentative smiles from all parties and it took Mr. Bingley to break the mood.

'If the weather stays dry, we should be in town by the early afternoon.'

'It is always safe to begin with the weather,' said Mr. Darcy with a blank look at his friend.

'It is a fine clear day,' said Jane, desiring to support Mr. Bingley's comment.

'A perfect day for escape, I should say,' added Elizabeth, expressing the thoughts of all aboard. She lifted her chin and gave Mr. Darcy a look just arch enough for him to know that she understood him perfectly.

'Lizzy!' said Jane in a whisper audible to all.

'I am only saying what we are all thinking Jane,' replied Elizabeth. The remark brought an extra few minutes of silence with each party agreeing with Elizabeth but not quite able to say so.

'Are you warm enough Jane?' asked Mr. Bingley eventually.

'Oh quite so. The carriage is more than well set up for winter travel. It is a beautiful carriage, Mr. Darcy.'

'Thank you, Miss Bennet.'

'Darcy, I think I have Jane's permission when I say this. It is time to drop formality in my opinion. We are all to be related and I would be grateful if Miss Elizabeth would call me Charles and I am sure Jane would wish you to use her name.'

'I would indeed, Mr. Darcy.'

'Then it shall be so ... oh Elizabeth, is this to your satisfaction?' asked Mr. Darcy.

'Thank you for asking me, Fitzwilliam. Yes, it is quite what I would like. Please call me Elizabeth, Mr. Bing ... Charles,' she said smiling.

'Grand!' announced Mr. Bingley. 'It is all settled.'

'Is your house very far from Mr. Bingley's, oh Charles' asked Elizabeth.

'No, not far at all,' replied Mr. Darcy. 'It is walking distance in good weather.'

'Ah ha, you see Darcy, the weather cannot be escaped,' said Mr. Bingley, smiling as Mr. Darcy gave him another terse glance. 'Is Miss Darcy in town,' he continued.

'No, she is not. She is still at Pemberley but from her letter I would expect her before the wedding. She will be coming to Netherfield for that.'

'Excellent. Caroline and Louisa have still not written regarding their presence but I am sure they would be delighted to be there also.'

Elizabeth cast a furtive glance at Mr. Darcy and his eyes showed that he was as unsure as herself as to their joy at the union.

'Have you any other family coming, Darcy?'

'No, unless Colonel Fitzwilliam is on leave. I am sure it is too far for my uncle and cousin to attend.'

'But your aunt is only in Kent.'

'I am sure she will not be able to leave Anne.'

Again Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy exchanged looks with him giving her a tiny smile which did no more than assure her that his thoughts were all with his family's reaction to their union.

The roads were somewhat rough after the long and cold weather of 1812 and as they began to travel the main route to London, the ruts and rivets caused the carriage to roll a little. The ladies found themselves bracing against the sides to prevent leaning on each other. However this did not prevent the accidental brushing of legs and feet with the gentlemen opposite. Both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were tall enough to support their feet under the ladies' seat, which meant that their legs were spanning the centre of the carriage. After some minutes of attempting to secure her own footing, Elizabeth at last gave up as her leg came to rest along Mr. Darcy's forming a secure hold for her.

The intimacy of having their legs against each other, albeit both well covered with rugs and clothing, was quite overwhelming for both although neither felt the need to separate them. Elizabeth's eyes seemed directed more to her lap than anywhere else while Mr. Darcy chose to take in the passing scenery, holding an expression so fierce that Jane felt it prudent to remain silent. Mr. Bingley bore with the silence for almost ten minutes before feeling forced to fill the void.

'Darcy, what say you to the theatre tomorrow night. Ladies, would you join us? We could get a box, Darcy.'

'I think we should allow the ladies to settle this with their aunt, Bingley. It would be imprudent not to have her present.'

'Oh indeed. Your aunt must come too Jane,' he said smiling. Jane nodded and looked across at Elizabeth who seemed as if she had not heard a thing.

The journey continued in polite conversation between Mr. Bingley and Jane for some half an hour until all topics of generality were exhausted and it seemed desirable even for them to cease talking. During this time, the silent pair had barely moved, instead choosing to wallow in the thoughts provoked by their closeness. After almost two hours on board, the carriage pulled into the courtyard of a small inn.

'Do you stop here, Darcy? I was not aware you chose here,' said Mr. Bingley.

'Much preferred over the post stops, Bingley,' said Mr. Darcy, already preparing to descend from the carriage. He stepped down and turned to help Elizabeth out, quickly followed by his friend and then Jane.

The inn was indeed very small with the Darcy party being the only guests this morning. Hot coffee was ready along with warming broth for those needing extra sustenance. The whole party imbibed the coffee with only the gentlemen requiring the broth. No one seemed willing or required any more than the minimum of exercise and so they were off again in a little less than half an hour.

The seating arrangements were identical to the first half of the journey but this time it seemed expedient for Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth to waste no time in securing the contact of the other. Mr. Darcy's eyes lit a little as he gazed outward, knowing that Elizabeth felt no reservation in such contact. She showed no change of expression at all. She had already accepted that such movements were quite within her.

As the journey lengthened, so the distance between villages shortened until there was a constant flow of people and activity from each side of the carriage. The traffic on the roads also increased and the passage slowed accordingly. The roads became more and more muddied and great long furrows captured the passage of the wheels despite the efforts of Mr. Darcy's driver. The final hour of the journey was quite rough but it was still early afternoon when they had reached the outskirts of town and began an even slower pace to reach Cheapside.

Aunt Gardiner was on watch and thrilled to have them arrive safely. Her greeting to Mr. Bingley was warm but when she turned to Mr. Darcy, nothing could hide her elation at seeing him again especially considering the news of his engagement to Elizabeth. She fostered the whole party inside after Mr. Darcy had instructed his man to take the carriage to his residence and return for him in half an hour.

'Welcome to London, girls,' said Mr. Gardiner as he entered the sitting room. 'And Mr. Darcy, how good to see you again.'

'Good afternoon, sir.'

'Sir,' replied Mr. Bingley to Mr. Gardiner.

'Mr. Bingley.'

'Charles, please. It has already been decided on the journey that we should use our names as we shall all be related soon.'

'Perfect,' said Mrs. Gardiner. 'Lizzy, I cannot tell you how happy we both were to get your letter. I must say Mr. Darcy that when you left us we had suspicions that this might soon take place. Yet you did not say a word.'

'I could not, ma'am. At least not until I had spoken to ... Elizabeth.'

'It is all so wonderful and I hope that you would all dine with us tomorrow evening in celebration of these happy events.'

'I would be delighted, ma'am,' replied Mr. Darcy. 'Charles, does that suit you?'

'Indeed it does. What a charming home you have here, Mrs. Gard...'

As he turned to observe the room he was halted by the sight of three small faces peeping round the door. Mrs. Gardiner hurried to have the children taken upstairs while Mr. Gardiner took them through to the breakfast room where a cold collation was waiting on the sideboard. The gentlemen were more than eager to have their fill and the ladies had great delight in observing their quite ample appetites being satiated. The gentlemen departed immediately after eating, leaving the ladies to unpack and prepare for what appeared to be an exhausting round of engagements. They were to begin the next day with the start of shopping.

After a busy two hours of nothing but female talk of wedding clothes, the latest styles, the best fabrics, the best warehouse and all the other necessities, Elizabeth and Jane had a light supper and retired to their rooms. The gentlemen parted company soon after arriving at Mr. Darcy's residence and agreed that they would not meet again until the journey to Cheapside the next evening.

Mr. Darcy entered his library with much on his mind and decided that he would waste no time in securing all his business, enabling him more time with Elizabeth. First there was the licence to obtain and he prepared his letter to The Dean and Chapter of St Paul's Cathedral whose jurisdiction included the necessary parish in Hertfordshire. By supper time he had prepared the bond documents as well and could rest easy that tomorrow would be free to prepare the settlement documents which he wished to have ready for Mr. Bennet on his return.

Mr. Bingley was similarly occupied with settlement although being a resident of the district he had no need for a special licence. The bans for his wedding would begin being read on the Sunday following their return.

Both Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth retired at a similar time, in opposite environs of London. Elizabeth was slowly coming to realise that no matter how much attention she gave to something, there was more to do and even though her mother had listed the necessities of her visit to town, her aunt had added to it with further requirements. She fell asleep exhausted at the prospect of completing it all.

Mr. Darcy's morning began early with a long session with his steward followed by a tray. After nibbling lightly and settling all the necessary business for Pemberley including instructions as to the internal domestic arrangements required after his marriage, he settled down to think through the details of his settlement on Elizabeth. He wished to not just secure her financially should he have an early demise but to show her by the settlement that she was a part of his family from this moment on.

In ascertaining the amount that would be hers, her felt that it could no less than his sister's fortune of thirty thousand pounds. In that he knew she would be secure for the rest of her life and that any children of theirs would be cared for, as he would wish them to be. The estate of Pemberley was not entailed but it must remain within the family and so he must ensure that Elizabeth had residency there for the remainder of her life. All these things began to take a toll on Mr. Darcy who could not rid himself of his relatives reactions to all this. They would endeavour to find out his arrangements and proceed to disparage them all.

By the time he had finished with it, he had a headache, which nothing seemed to overcome. He dismissed his steward and rang for coffee before his solicitor arrived. The coffee helped for a short time but by tea time and the meeting with his solicitor, his head was aching as fiercely as ever. He subjected the man to degree of impatience and finished by handing him his own notes and ordering him to carry them out.

'Certainly, Mr. Darcy,' said Mr. Pettigrew, the solicitor. 'Sir, before I leave, might I ask if there is any settlement to be made immediately?'

'What? ... Yes, there should be. I would like my wife to have some degree of freedom financially apart from pin money that I will handle. What is the appropriate amount in such circumstances?' asked Mr. Darcy.

'That is entirely up to you sir. However it is usual to provide an amount regularly, say quarterly or annually. Would this amount be required for housekeeping?'

'No, that amount is already provided through Mrs. Reynolds. Of course that will now be supervised by my wife. I want this amount for the sole benefit of my wife, to do with as she wishes without reference to me. Do you think five thousand pounds a year is adequate?'

'I would suspect it is ample, sir, considering the fact that you intend to take care of her bills for dressmaking and other ladies necessities.'

'Then set the amount at five thousand pounds payable annually. I will speak to Miss Bennet before signing the papers to make sure it is sufficient.'

'And pin money is not mentioned in the documents?'

'It will be but I will inform you of the amount in a few days. Thank you Pettigrew. I must make my apologies and leave you. The servant will see you out.'

Mr. Darcy strode from the room and retired to his quarters where he lay down hoping to clear his head. He had almost an hour before having to dress for dinner at the Gardiner's' and he had been resting for no more than ten minutes when there was a knock at his door. It was Geoffrey with a letter from Lady Catherine who had sent it by special messenger; no doubt feeling the post was beneath her. Mr. Darcy took it without comment and made himself comfortable in his armchair before opening it. He hoped that it contained some form of conciliatory message now that she had had the time to absorb his news and be sure that he would not change his mind.

He broke the seal and slowly opened the sheet, brushing the crumbs of wax from his pants. Running his fingers over his closed eyes he sighed and then began to read. The opening was abrupt but the following passage was nothing but offensive. She accused him of being irresponsible and foolish, reckless even. These were descriptions that he had expected but her second passage referred to Elizabeth and it was then that his anger reached its peak. Her words were nothing less than charges aimed at Elizabeth's character, stating that she must have deliberately set out to gain his favour using means that were not stated but insinuated methods that must be left unspoken. After slating her character, his aunt then began on her countenance and figure and finished it all with a snide commentary on her parents.

It was all too much. He threw it down, stood up and marched to the window, rubbing his fists together in a very ungentlemanly approach to violent anger. The sounds brought the attention of his man who knocked and enquired if something was required. Mr. Darcy gave him such a look that he retreated immediately leaving his master to pacing and heavy breathing. Particular phrases kept recurring in his head and he found himself mouthing them aloud. He determined within the time it took to read the sheet that he would never communicate with his aunt again. He was staring out the window when his man knocked again with word that Mr. Bingley was waiting downstairs to accompany him to Cheapside.

He turned with a puzzled expression causing Geoffrey to repeat the message. The second announcement brought nothing more than a sigh as his master walked to his dressing room. When there, Mr. Darcy turned to him.

'Tell Bingley that I need time to dress. He must go without me and make my apologies. I shall be there within the hour.'

He began stripping off his day clothes as his man disappeared. He was about to take a wash when walking to the small side room, he noticed the bath already prepared. Thankful once again for his excellent choice of servants he sank into the tub, splashing water over his face and head. It brought immediate and transient relief to his now painfully aching head. He had no time to linger so gave himself a quick wipe with the washcloth before stepping out and wrapping himself in a fresh linen towel. He was over half dressed before his man returned with news that Mr. Bingley had left.

He chose his dark brown jacket over matching pants with a cream silk waistcoat and cravat. The weather had closed in so much that he donned his thick winter coat before stepping outside to the carriage.

At Cheapside, Elizabeth and Jane had arrived home at tea with very tired feet and only two purchases each. The remainder of their decisions would have to wait until the next shopping day as they felt it imprudent to rush into anything until they had seen what was on offer. Actually they were completely overcome with choice as they had barely ever shopped in town and were more accustomed to the meagre offerings of Meryton. Elizabeth had time to rest for an hour before leisurely dressing and she was now perfectly happy with her appearance. She was standing in the drawing room with her uncle and Jane when Mr. Bingley was announced.

'Good evening, Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth.'

'Good evening Mr. Bingley,' said Mr. Gardiner, looking behind him for Mr. Darcy. 'Is your friend still outside, sir?'

'Mr. Darcy has been delayed. He asked me to offer his apologies. He should be here within the hour.' Mr. Bingley turned to Elizabeth and added, with a kind smile, 'It was a business matter,'

Elizabeth smiled in return and retreated to a quiet corner of the room. She had built up such expectation for his arrival that she needed time now to recoup her joyous mood. She was sipping a small glass of sweet wine when Mr. Darcy was announced. He entered the room, posed a simple bow to the small assembly before moving straight to Elizabeth. She had barely time to look up before he took her hand and pressed it to his lips, causing a rigorous blush from the lady.

'Mrs. Gardiner, could I have your permission to speak to Miss Bennet in private? I do not wish to delay your excellent meal any longer but it is of some importance,' said Mr. Darcy.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had by now come to understand and like the company of Mr. Darcy and felt that there was no difficulty in him speaking alone to Elizabeth. He led her down the hall to the rear sitting room where he closed the door behind them.

'Fitzwilliam, is there something wrong?'

'No, my darling, you are perfect.'

'You are being silly. You know I will not be put off by silliness.'

'Please, let me hold you. I have had a day of it.'

'Of what, business?'

'Of loneliness, of not having you beside me.'

She drew back, demanding with a look a more succinct answer to her question.

'I have been arranging for the licence and then I met with my solicitor to fix the settlement.'

'And it was those things that put you in this mood. You look very tired.'

'I am and I have a severe headache which seems determined to linger despite efforts to see it gone.'

She laughed at his mode of expression. 'So it has a life of its own?'

'It does and I am sure only you can secure its end. I must hold you!'

He wrapped her in his arms pressing her against his chest. She turned her head and allowed it to rest on him hearing once more the pounding in his chest. 'There is nothing wrong with your heart, sir.'

'Absolutely nothing,' he whispered as he inhaled her scent. 'My god, how I want you!'

She said nothing, but clung to him a little tighter.

'Elizabeth?'

'I cannot speak when you say such things. You would find my reply...'

'You cannot leave it like that.'

'I cannot...'

'I would not force your reply.'

'It would not be forced.'

'Then tell me. Tonight I need to hear your words.'

'I ... when you say such things, I ... I wish we were already married.'

His emotional reaction to her words reflected quickly in the physical and yet she did not stir from her position against him, instead simply closing what little space there was left between them. They stood, wrapped in the position of lovers long spent, not moving, barely breathing as the thoughts of their life together settled peacefully in their hearts.

It was almost five minutes before either of them was ready to join the others.

Chapter 53

Posted on Monday, 24 November 2003

Mrs. Gardiner spent a wonderful evening observing the two couples at her table. Knowing her nieces almost all of their lives, she found herself concentrating on the gentlemen. Her knowledge of Mr. Bingley was based solely on their meeting at Pemberley mixed with the various and numerous conversations she had experienced with Jane and sure that almost anything the lady said would be tinged with favour, Mrs. Gardiner chose this night to come to her own conclusions.

Although such overwhelming pleasantness seemed worthy of praise, Mrs. Gardiner thought that personally she would find it trying. Of course he was putting in a supreme effort to be especially likable this night and she understood that, but she had yet to experience any alteration in his temperament and she wondered if it would be severe when it came. Then again, she knew that he was the dearest friend of Mr. Darcy and surely such a gentleman would not tolerate an acquaintance whose moods were severe albeit seldom. All in all she was extremely pleased for Jane though, as he seemed determined to spend his life making her happy. Her only reservation was his sudden absence from Netherfield of which she had little detail but would always feel it showed a fault in his character.

Her eyes then turned to Mr. Darcy, a man whom she had come to know outside the presence of her niece and almost without any comment of him from her. It seemed that these two were determined to keep very much of their attraction to themselves. The Mr. Darcy that Mrs. Gardiner had come to know was a man who was stubborn beyond comparison and filled with a far more intense passion for all things than anyone else she had ever known. He had arrived at their house that first time with nothing on his mind but forcing Mr. Wickham to do his duty and she was sure that he was prepared to resort to methods that she chose not to think about in order to achieve his goal.

Now as he sat at her table, she saw a man who spoke occasionally and only when his words would enhance the conversation. The remainder of his time was spent in intense concentration on topics which Mrs. Gardiner was sure were far from the table. His rare smile was always aimed at Elizabeth and his eyes never lost that look of love she had determined at Pemberley but his mind was elsewhere. Of course as soon as she had established that fact, it was essential for Mrs. Gardiner to determine his thoughts.

His sister seemed happy to meet and get to know Elizabeth. Despite a quiet observance of initial reservation, Miss Darcy had quickly come under Lizzy's spell and her aunt had no doubt that their relationship would grow from there. His other relations she had yet to meet but from some slight comments from her niece she felt that there Mr. Darcy's problem existed. Elizabeth, although the daughter of a gentleman and blessed with beauty and manners equal to any, was, never the less, not from Mr. Darcy's society. She had no fortune, no estate and no connections and Mrs. Gardiner was sure that no matter how strong their love, his in particular, there existed a barrier to complete acceptance of Elizabeth within his family. She was well within these thoughts when she was interrupted by her husband.

'My dear, does that suit you?'

'I am so sorry, I thought I heard the children and did not hear you,' said Mrs. Gardiner.

'The theatre, tomorrow evening.'

'Oh that would be wonderful.'

'Mr. Bingley has a box.'

'Charming.'

After all agreeing to meeting times, Mr. Darcy brought forth a further engagement.

'Mrs. Gardiner, I would very much like to show Elizabeth through my house and rather than have to accomplish it over a short visit, might I request the honour of your presence on Saturday evening. If you could find it in your favour to arrive early, I could give you a thorough tour before the meal.'

Mrs. Gardiner turned to Elizabeth. 'Lizzy, does that suit you? I am in your hands and will fit in with your desires.'

'Oh aunt, it would suit me perfectly.'

'Then shall we make a day of it?' added Mr. Bingley. 'I, too, wish to show Jane my house so perhaps it would suit the ladies to take tea with me and then after I show them through the house, we could proceed to your place, Darcy.'

'It would be a long day, Charles,' said Mr. Darcy.

The ladies looked across at each other and instantly understood that it was just what they wanted.

'I am sure we will cope, Fitzwilliam. In fact it sounds delightful,' said Elizabeth.

'Then it shall be so,' replied Mr. Darcy, enjoying the pleasure of Elizabeth's smile.

Within a few minutes that engagement was settled and the gentlemen were free to leave as the ladies had another day of shopping to complete before the theatre.

And it was indeed a busy day. Travel was slow in town and much of the day was taken up going from one warehouse to another in order to determine the best buys. Jane managed to choose the fabric for three new day dresses as well as a new winter robe, five slips, two bonnets and two pairs of slippers in the finest kid. Elizabeth had less success and only found the fabric for her wedding gown. She did, however, manage to find a delightful set of nightgown and robe, which would be perfect in Derbyshire as well as a strong pair of walking boots suitable for snow. She had yet to find a suitable coat and her list of necessary garments was still very long.

Elizabeth chose her Netherfield ball gown for the theatre, along with a lovely satin evening coat belonging to her aunt. Jane wore a pale green frock that she had bought the previous day, knowing that she should save it for her marriage but unable to resist wearing it. The gentlemen called for them in Mr. Darcy's carriage, which presented a most impressive image for their arrival at the theatre. Many of those present were anxious to catch a sight of the ladies chosen by Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. Both gentlemen were well known in society with Mr. Bingley's sisters being seen at all the right places. Mr. Darcy was known to have a younger sister who was not yet out and although he was seen at a number of occasions, he was rarely seen speaking with a lady more than once. With such a reputation, it was absolutely imperative for Elizabeth to be scrutinised.

Of course, Elizabeth herself was not unaware of this and held tightly to Mr. Darcy's arm as they moved inside. The reception room was filled with the best of society and she was busy taking in the fashion when a tall gentleman presented himself in front of them.

'Darcy!'

'Edward, I had no idea you would be here. Jane, how nice to see you. May I introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Elizabeth, this is my cousin Edward Fitzwilliam and his wife Jane. Edward is Colonel Fitzwilliam's elder brother.'

Elizabeth gave them a generous bow, dipping her eyes and allowing them both to acknowledge her to the extent they chose without her having to look directly at them. She was pleased to see that Mr. Fitzwilliam had returned the favour with a more than adequate bow but his wife found it possible only to dip her knee slightly while nodding her head.

'Miss Bennet, I am very happy to have your acquaintance. My brother spoke of you after his visit to Kent.'

'The Colonel was marvelous company,' was all Elizabeth could think to say as she was perused by Mrs. Fitzwilliam.

'And when is the wedding, Darcy?'

'Late November, Edward., in Hertfordshire.'

'I see. Have you spoken to Lady Catherine?'

'I have received a letter from her,' said Mr. Darcy causing Elizabeth to look up at him.

'Will you be at the club tomorrow? We must speak, Darcy. My father has insisted I do so.'

'I will not be at the club, Edward.'

'Then I will send my man with a time for meeting, sir. Good night Darcy, Miss Elizabeth.

'Good night, Edward, Jane,' said Mr. Darcy politely as his cousins moved off into the crowd.

'Your cousin does look like his brother,' said Elizabeth.

'Yes he does. I am glad that you have met them. I must apologise for Mrs. Fitzwilliam. She rarely speaks.'

Elizabeth took these words with a grain of salt. She was sure Jane Fitzwilliam spoke a lot and on many topics. She was also sure that she did not approve of her engagement to Mr. Darcy.

'It was a pleasure to meet some of your family, Fitzwilliam. You did not tell me that you had a letter from Lady Catherine.'

'It is of little consequence.'

'I think it is of great consequence. What did she have to say?'

'I cannot speak of it here, my dear. Let us join our party.'

He took her arm and managed to find a path back to the small party. The path to the box was not crowded and they were seated comfortably before the curtain rose. The proximity of the chairs and the darkness of the theatre led to an intimacy unexpected by both couples and thus the whole event passed too quickly with all parties finding themselves alone in their rooms in what seemed too short a space of time.

The following morning the ladies wasted the hours by examining their purchases and making new lists for future shopping excursions. The gentlemen, meanwhile, spent their respective mornings ensuring the absolute perfection of their homes. Both could be found in conference with their housekeepers immediately after breakfast but while Mr. Bingley left for his club soon after, Mr. Darcy chose to remain within his house, taking particular care as to the directions for the mistress's suite. He had not often ventured into those rooms although being strict about their cleaning. However, now it was time to prepare them for Elizabeth and nothing was to be left undone.

The bedding was regularly aired but the coverings all required pressing along with a good beating of the rugs while the remaining servants polished silver and furniture with equal zeal. By 1 pm, the total staff was making the finishing touches to the rooms while the kitchen was beginning to prepare for the meal. Mr. Darcy left soon after to collect the ladies for their trip to Mr. Bingley's and it was with relief that his housekeeper saw him leave. He was considered a fair employer but up until this point they had never seen him so involved in the day-to-day running of the house. It did not bode well as to their new mistress, if the gentleman thought such attention was necessary to please her.

Mr. Darcy's trip to Cheapside was faster than he had anticipated and he arrived to find only Elizabeth ready to leave. Finding themselves alone, they took advantage of it by a quick but delightful kiss. Elizabeth then snuggled into his arms, hugging him tight.

'Oh how I miss you, sir.'

'I have been busy.'

'And you have not missed me?' asked Elizabeth.

'I always miss you,' replied Mr. Darcy, almost automatically.

'Fitzwilliam, please tell me what is on your mind. You are consistently not yourself and I will not have it so on our first trip to town.'

'Oh you will not! I see that you have chosen to decide my moods,' said Mr. Darcy, teasingly.

'I have. You are under my control.'

'My dear, you should take care with your choice of words. I wish very much to be under your control.'

She sighed and squeezed him again before replying.

'What has kept you so busy?'

'Your visit, my darling.'

'Please do not tell me that you have been harassing your servants all morning. What will they think of me if you have made them clean everything twice over?' Her look was nothing but provocative.

'If you are to be in control of my moods then you must allow me control of something of you,' said Mr. Darcy.

'What would you like to control, sir?'

'Your looks of provocation. They are simply not to be borne until you are my wife.'

'But then they will not be half so much fun.'

He scowled at her as he ran his hands down her arms. Leaning in close, he whispered, 'I must tell you madam, that I have a long and accurate memory and each time you provoke me, I will remember it and in turn, I will take my retribution.'

'Then I must increase my looks, sir,' she said as her aunt entered the room.

'Mr. Darc...Fitzwilliam, how handsome you look this afternoon. I think the company of Elizabeth increases your charm.'

'You must not flatter me, madam. I am nothing without your niece.'

Elizabeth smiled up at him and then across to her aunt who was enjoying their repartee. 'Is Jane ready, Elizabeth?'

'She has not come down, aunt. Shall I send for her?'

'I am here,' said Jane as she entered. 'Shall we be off? I am most anxious to see Charles.'

'Certainly,' said Mr. Darcy. 'Ladies, please.' He indicated the door.

Mr. Bingley was waiting at the door for their arrival and was all large smiles as he accompanied Jane inside. After an extensive description of the main reception room, he took her arm and with her aunt in tow began to take her through the other rooms. Mr. Darcy had no desire to see it all again and chose to stay with Elizabeth although the lady felt some desire to see for herself. Mr. Darcy's plan was superb in fact because it gave him more time alone with Elizabeth, a situation that was becoming more and more precious to them both.

Left alone, they once again were drawn to each other, brushing hands if servants were present but encased in each other when alone. Mr. Darcy craved the feel of her and found himself conscious of his hands on more than one occasion when in company. Words did not always accompany their strokes which meant that their minds were allowed to wander to places best left unsaid. They seemed to have been barely left alone when they heard the return of the others.

'Oh Lizzy, you should have come with us. I have so much to tell you,' said Jane.

'I would much rather see the house when you are mistress,' replied Elizabeth. 'I am sure Mr....Charles understands.'

'I do. I know that Darcy wants you to himself at his house. So let us have tea.'

Mrs. Gardiner allowed Jane the privilege of pouring, preferring to watch the enjoyment of her niece. Jane carried out the task with grace and reserve showing her more than ample skills at homemaking. Mr. Darcy studied the scene, watching as his friend smiled in contentment. He looked across at Elizabeth who noticed his glance and smiled back at him. Yes they would all soon be in such situations daily. On finishing her tea, Mrs. Gardiner required a short while to freshen up before they all boarded Mr. Darcy's carriage for the short trip to his townhouse.

The residence was impressive indeed. With a frontage almost twice as wide as Mr. Bingley's house it stood as the most prominent residence on the street. Wide steps led to a huge set of double doors that seemed to open like magic as the carriage pulled up. Mr. Darcy was first out and quickly had everyone on the footpath. Taking Elizabeth's arm he led her up the steps and into the vestibule where only three senior staff were lined up for introductions, the remainder being kept for their arrival after the wedding.

Elizabeth smiled fondly at each of them before managing to take in the full impact of his house. The vestibule was oval with a small and pretty table placed in the centre and carrying a large Chinese style vase filled with fresh flowers that must have been grown in a hothouse. At the rear on each side were two staircases winding up the curved walls and meeting in the centre on the next floor. The balusters were wrought iron curved and wound to form the intricacy of a grape vine with newels of dark mahogany. The handrail was also dark mahogany and finished with simple goosenecks and turnouts. Running up the centre of the stairs were two rugs obviously made specifically to cover the curve and embossed with a subtle emblem that on closer inspection proved to be the family's coat of arms. Hanging from the ceiling was a huge crystal candelabrum on a gold plated chain.

It was completely overwhelming for an outsider but for the lady about to take up residence as mistress it was close to frightening. She looked up and then across before drawing her eyes back to Mr. Darcy who had a look of reservation.

'Elizabeth?'

'Oh, it is beautiful, simply beautiful,' was all she could manage.

Mrs. Gardiner and Jane were also in awe and it took the direction of Mr. Darcy to guide them into the main reception room. There the furniture was a subtle blend of English and French, with a subdued use of Chinoiserie, uncommon in such grand houses. Each piece seemed to fit perfectly in its situation with candleholders, vases and rugs all chosen to enhance the overall look. It was more modern than Pemberley but still filled with the same delicate balance of taste and style.

The guests took their places as the servant brought in refreshments consisting of a light wine and cordial together with dried dates and figs. Little was eaten, as the ladies were anxious to see the rest of the house. Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth's arm and accompanied by Mrs. Gardiner, the three proceeded to the staircase. They had only begun to ascend when Jane and Mr. Bingley joined them. It seemed Jane found it impossible to miss out on the tour. They paused on the landing to enjoy the closer look at the candelabra and the vestibule below and then Mr. Darcy led Elizabeth to the mistress's sitting room. It was a large room with three sets of windows, one over the street and the others facing the garden. The furniture here was upholstered in pastel linen with a floral print. There was a small secretaire near the left window, two long settees on each side of a round tea table with two individual armchairs at each end. The room was the picture of femininity.

'Please feel free to change whatever you wish, my dear. These furnishings have been here for some time,' said Mr. Darcy nervously.

'I...I cannot think there is anything to change, at least not until I have seen the different seasons from this room.'

'My mother was always fond of floral prints but I am not sure that they are your favourites, Elizabeth. I will not have you put up with things that do not please you. Do you find it old fashioned, Mrs. Gardiner?'

'I would perhaps change the covering on the larger settees but keep it on the chairs. What do you think Lizzy?'

'Perhaps it would give a softer look.'

Mr. Darcy smiled across at Mrs. Gardiner, knowing that she had led the way for Elizabeth to express her own opinion.

'It is yours to decide, Elizabeth,' he said, touching her hand. 'I will be disappointed if you change nothing as it will make me think you are afraid of me.'

'That shall never be,' replied Elizabeth, smiling.

'Then we shall look at fabrics while you are in town and it will be done before you return.'

Her smile in reply was all he needed.

Mr. Darcy then opened the door to the bedchamber and this caused a slight stir from Elizabeth. The bedposts were washed in the lightest cream with gold leaf brushed on the turned ends. The coverings were a deeper ivory silk with four large pillows and an extra quilt in white silk. There was little else in the room other than two bedside tables also washed in cream. The fact of being in what would be her bedroom caused both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy to remain silent. The remaining three of the party looked quickly and returned to the sitting room leaving the couple to view it alone.

Mr. Darcy stepped behind her, gently placing his hands on her elbows. Leaning down he whispered, 'Does this please you?'

'It is...I cannot speak, Fitzwilliam.'

'I wish so much to kiss you here.'

She leaned back towards him. 'Oh,' she said as she took his hand to her lips, gently kissing his fingers out of sight of her aunt.

He drew in breath and then let her go. 'And this is the dressing room,' he said as he quickly moved to the closed door. He opened it, revealing a small and compact oblong room containing a vast dressing table and three large chests of drawers and a large armoire. 'This is the bathroom,' he said opening one of the two closed doors. 'The other door leads to the servants stairs.'

Elizabeth said nothing but simply looked around and walked back to the bedchamber. Mr. Darcy followed and catching the eye of Mrs. Gardiner, he smiled before suggesting they tour his suite. Mrs. Gardiner chose to remain at the door rather than intrude on such a private area. However she insisted Elizabeth enter with Mr. Darcy.

The emotion of seeing his rooms was lessened somewhat after the sight of the previous rooms and Elizabeth found herself able to speak easily.

'My, how vast these rooms are. I do love the burgundy drapes. And is that your favourite chair?'

'It is.'

She walked to the window and looked back at him. 'I think you have spent far too much time in here.'

'Too much time?'

'Yes, brooding alone,' she said provocatively.

He walked towards her, feigning an interest in the view. 'As I have said before, I do not brood. And my time alone is coming to an end.'

She turned to look out with him. 'I thought gentlemen preferred time alone.'

Smirking at her, he replied, 'Come let me show you the remainder of my rooms.'

'As you will, sir.'

She followed him to the door where he allowed her to pass through first. His bedchamber was the same size and situation as the other but the bed was mahogany with deep burgundy covers trimmed with dull gold braid. There were two chairs by the fireplace which had a wide mantel. Her eyes surveyed the room before resting on the mantel.

'So this is where you practise.'

'Practise?'

'Leaning sir. You have definitely perfected the art.'

He grinned down at her. 'What has got into you today, Elizabeth? You seem determined to irk me.'

'No, provoke you. When I choose to be irksome, I am sure you will know.'

'Incorrigible lass.'

She raised her eyebrows and grinned at him before walking straight into his dressing room. He followed, unsure of what she might do next. He found her, standing before his mirror, running her fingers over his hairbrush. He stopped at the door and watched as a small tear escaped down her cheek. Stepping to her, he spoke.

'Elizabeth, my darling, what...why do you cry?'

She looked at his reflection, grinning through tears and shrugging her shoulders. 'I do love you so much. It was the sight of your ... things ... you. Everything is so precious.'

There was nothing to do but hold her, shunning the impropriety and the presence of her aunt. She now looked at their joined reflection in his mirror and saw that her mood had spread through him and she turned to run her thumb across his eye.

'I think you have something in your eye, sir,' she said, as her aunt appeared at the door.

'In my heart,' was all he whispered as she passed.

The remainder of the tour only enhanced Elizabeth's opinion of Mr. Darcy's taste as each room revealed the consistency of style set by Pemberley. The rooms were smaller, the look more defined but never did it breach the ostentatious. The garden was formal but surrounded on one wall by trees left to their own devices defying the increasing trend for clipped hedges. There were three stories, the top floor containing four bedchambers and a large room currently used as a gallery. The servants' quarters were at the rear but were left alone for another time. The kitchens were also left as the house was so vast and the tourists so slow that the dinner bell was rung before they were reached.

Descending the stairs on Mr. Darcy's arm, Elizabeth, for the first time, felt the full impact of being his wife. Suddenly she was thrust into the routine of their days, at least in town, and seeing the servant reverence to her as she passed was an edifying moment. Mr. Gardiner had arrived during their tour and he stood as they entered the reception room and greeted Elizabeth as if she was already mistress. She laughed at him as she spoke.

'I think our aunt deserves your greeting first, uncle.'

'But you look so right her, Lizzy. Good day Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, Jane...oh and you my dear,' he said as he took his wife's hand.

'I heard the bell, so perhaps we should all go straight in,' said Mr. Darcy. He took Elizabeth's arm and stepped up to lead the small procession into the dining room. Yet unseen, it provided them all with a final time to exclaim as they saw the long rectangle cherry table with twelve chairs upholstered in burgundy and green striped silk, reflecting the drapes of deep green.

'My dear,' said Mr. Darcy, showing Elizabeth to the chair to his right.

Mrs. Gardiner, smiled, knowing that he must wish Elizabeth to take the mistress's seat but knew that it was inappropriate until the marriage.

'Mrs. Gardiner, would you do me the honour of taking this seat?' said Mr. Darcy, indicating the chair that would be Elizabeth's.

'I would rather sit by my husband, if you do not mind sir. And I think that it would suit you to keep that chair for Elizabeth.'

They all exchanged smiles and took their places. The meal was impressive but not grandiose with sufficient courses to satisfy but not enough to be wasteful and it further improved the style of living of Mr. Darcy. Nothing was overdone or verbose just like the man himself. The conversation was bright and lively, often funny, leaving the servants to wonder at this new way of their master. They had never seen him entertain new guests with such ease of temperament.

Mr. Darcy retired immediately upon his return from accompanying the party to Cheapside and dropping Mr. Bingley at his house. This time the house seemed slightly less empty and he less lonely as he now had memories of Elizabeth in every room. His final thought before drifting off to sleep was her hand on his brush and he found himself laughing at it all. Suddenly such little things mattered and he would never pick up his brush again without thinking of her. He shook his head in disbelief. If this kept up, she would have him smiling like his friend at every turn. He rolled over and spent the next quarter of an hour attempting to brood.

Chapter 54

Posted on Monday, 1 December 2003

The following day being Sunday meant the morning began with church and although the gentlemen were anxious to spend every minute with their ladies, services were attended in different parts of the city and it was well past eleven o'clock before they appeared in Cheapside. Thankfully for both men, shopping was not possible on this day so there was time for quiet conversations, friendly meals and an evening spent in mutual occupation. Mr. Darcy enjoyed his Sunday very well and even found the evening filled with enough employment to keep him distracted.

Monday morning was another matter as his first appointment of the day was with his cousin Edward. He could only imagine that this was to do with his marriage but hoped that his cousin would show a greater degree of rationality than their aunt. Mr. Darcy was waiting in his library ten minutes before the appointed time. Ordering coffee he took up the daily sheet and waited for his cousin. It was almost a quarter past ten when Edward was announced.

'Darcy!'

'Edward. You are late! Coffee?'

'No. You must know why I am here,' said Edward.

'I imagine I do.'

'Lady Catherine informed us that she has spoken to you.'

'Us?'

'She travelled from here to see my father.'

'Ah, so the clan gathered.'

'You seem quite dismissive of this.'

'Not at all, cousin dear, simply resolved. I will marry Miss Bennet.'

'Have you lost your mind Darcy? It is impossible. She is nothing.'

'I advise you to stop there, sir. She is a gentleman's daughter.'

'A gentleman in name only. She has no fortune, no connections and will bring absolutely nothing to the family. We will not stand by and see the family fortune dissipated in this way.'

'And I will not stand by while the family denigrates my choice of bride.'

'She is beneath you!'

'She is everything to me!'

'But she is nothing!'

'Good morning, Edward. I cannot abide your words,' said Mr. Darcy as he rose to show his cousin to the door

'Sit down, Darcy. We must discuss this. There are ways this can be ended while still retaining your honour.'

Mr. Darcy gave his cousin a derisive glance.

'There is nothing to discuss. You only wish the family's opinion to be obeyed and I will not concede. Nothing you say will convince me to end this engagement.'

'Please, you must consider your position and Georgiana's. How will she be able to begin her season when you have married beneath you?'

'Georgiana has nothing but praise and love for Miss Bennet.'

'But you know there will be talk and she will be hurt. You are aware there is already talk of Wickham?'

'Wickham is married and up north.'

'Married to Miss Bennet's sister! Darcy, he would be your brother. It cannot be borne.'

'You have spent too much time with our aunt, Edward. She has done more damage with her visits than I would have conceived possible. It seems she has even made it impossible for you to speak for yourself. Lady Catherine knows that I will not converse with her on this matter so she has sent you to do her bidding.'

'I do no one's bidding!'

'Then why are you here, Edward? I have never heard such talk from you before this. Although you may disagree with some of my actions, you have never been so open in your criticism. What does the Earl think of all this?'

'He and our aunt have discussed it.'

'And they have resolved to join forces against me.'

'It has not been that clearly stated.'

'Ah so there has been rebellion in the ranks. Let me guess. Lady Catherine went straight to her brother who listened patiently then had little to say. She took it upon herself to presume that silence is censure and sent you on her errand.'

'There can be no connection with her, Darcy. She cannot visit and no invitations will be accepted.'

'A fact that I have already taken upon myself. I will not be issuing invitations to our aunt. She has shown herself to be beneath my notice. Your father is another matter. I know for a fact that your mother was chosen because of affection and not fortune. I am sure he will find Miss Bennet a delight, as your brother already does.'

'Jane is in agreement with our aunt. She feels we cannot accept her Darcy.'

'Then your loss will be great. Miss Bennet is by far the most captivating and stimulating companion I have ever known. Your parties will be less for her absence.'

'By god, she has you completely fooled.'

'Fooled? Never, sir. I am no man's fool and definitely no woman's.'

'Man to man, Darcy,' said Edward conspiratorially. 'Are you compromised?'

'What?'

'You have no doubt of my meaning.'

'But you obviously have doubts on my honour!'

'There was some talk of...'

Mr. Darcy stood and rubbing his hands together, continued in anger.

'This is over, Edward. I will not tolerate it anymore. I had thought better of you. However I will consider that perhaps you have been too much in the company of our aunt and it has caused you to lose your senses. I will marry Miss Bennet and I will confer on her all the honour she deserves as my wife. Our children will inherit Pemberley and the family will treat Miss Bennet with honour and deference. Upon our marriage, my wife and I will be issuing invitations to the family, excluding my aunt, and if you do not choose to accept them, I will consider the relationship at an end.'

He began to stride away.

'Darcy!'

Mr. Darcy turned.

'No more, Edward. And please remind your wife that such behaviour to Miss Bennet as I saw at the theatre will not be tolerated again. Good day, sir. You may show yourself out!'

Mr. Darcy strode to the door and opening it, found his cousin behind him.

'Will you at least think over what...'

The glare in Mr. Darcy's eyes caused his cousin to pause.

'Leave, Edward, leave, or we may both find ourselves acting as less than gentlemen.'

His cousin strode past Mr. Darcy without any acknowledgement and it was not until he heard the door shut that he began to breath normally. Mr. Darcy walked back into his library and slumped into the large armchair by the fire sinking into an angry stupor. He had thought this through so carefully, never once ignoring the reaction of his family. Yet now that the reality of the occasion was before him, he found it more difficult than he thought. There was no question of giving up Elizabeth. He had spent too much time wanting her and facing the struggle of such desires. However this must reflect on their union. He could not bear to see her ostracised from his family or treated with less than the honour due her as his wife.

For almost an hour he sat alone, resolving nothing, when the servant knocked with word that Colonel Fitzwilliam had arrived. The sound of his name brought momentary renewed spirits to Mr. Darcy before he realised that he had probably been sent on an errand like his brother.

'Darcy!' said the Colonel upon entering.

'Fitzwilliam, how good to see you. It has been months. Have you much leave?'

'I will be with the family for Christmas.'

'Good, good.'

'Darcy, you do not look like a man about to marry the woman he desires.'

'Ah, you got my letter?'

'I did indeed. And tell me, what methods did you use to change her mind?'

'I needed none.'

'Ah, the Darcy conceit is stirred.'

'It is not conceit,' said Mr. Darcy, somewhat offended by his cousin's tone.

'Darcy, you told me yourself that she was adamant you were not for her. There must have been some great change in Miss Bennet or yourself for this to have taken place.'

'I believe our relationship had been based on some misunderstanding on both sides.'

'No doubt due to your reluctance to communicate.'

'Or others to...' Mr. Darcy paused, struggling to determine how much he should say.

'What others?'

'Wickham.'

'You told me of Wickham. Was there more to it?'

'Much more. But I will not talk of it. It has been dealt with.'

'So you applied to her again? I cannot imagine you returning to Hertfordshire.'

'I did not. Well not ... she was at Pemberley.'

'What? She came to you?'

'She was on tour with her relatives. Her aunt was raised in Lambton and desired to visit Pemberley. Miss Bennet accompanied them.'

'Darcy! She came to you!'

'She did not. She came only because she thought I was absent.'

'Then how...'

'I had business to conclude prior to the arrival of my guests so I travelled a day early.'

'Oh!'

'And there she was, standing on my lawn. I do not have to tell you my reaction.'

'My god. I can imagine. What did you say? Was she still angry?'

'There was no hint of anger in her at all. She smiled ... and I was lost again.'

Mr. Darcy looked across as his cousin who was smiling broadly.

'You are enjoying this Richard.'

'I am indeed. You know I have high admiration for Miss Bennet and now to have her in our family is grand indeed.'

'Not all think as you.'

'You have heard?'

'Heard? The whole of London must have heard. Our aunt and your brother seem determined to end this engagement.'

'I do not believe you would waver after all this.'

'I will not. However others seem to think I will.'

'Ignore them. They are nothing if you are happy.'

'My thoughts exactly, Richard. But it is Miss Bennet who concerns me. What of her feelings in this? Can I subject her to the derision of my family for the rest of her life?'

'You would give her up to protect her?'

'NO!...No! I cannot give her up. I cannot. But...I must find a way to fix this.'

'It is all Jane you know. Jane and Lady Catherine. Edward will always do Jane's bidding.'

'Whoever the culprit, the result is unchanged. Elizabeth will be hurt.'

'Perhaps you underestimate her resolve in this. You told me yourself that you pointed out all the difficulties of the match. Her acceptance of your renewed offer is acceptance of those difficulties.'

'That does not bear repeating Richard. However it does not dissolve her pain, or mine, in having her censured.'

'Brandy, Darcy?'

'It is still morning. Yes.'

Colonel Fitzwilliam poured them both a drink and together they sat by the fire, sipping rather than talking. Eventually Mr. Darcy spoke.

'It is good to have you back.'

The Colonel smiled. 'Then what shall we do with this family of ours, cousin?'

Mr. Darcy merely looked at him.

'They are very fond of you Darcy.'

'But more concerned for their position. She will bring no disgrace.'

'Of course she will not. However there are those who think only of improving their lot.'

'So it would seem. However their own interests are of no concern to me. She will be my wife.'

'And they will accept her.'

Mr. Darcy looked up at his cousin. 'Even Jane?'

The Colonel laughed. 'Intolerable woman!'

'Indeed. A great foil for Lady Catherine though.'

'Oh together they are a formidable pair. I avoid their combined company at all costs.'

'That must prove difficult as she is your sister.'

'But thankfully not my wife.' After a short pause, the Colonel continued. 'I feel there is nothing for it but to proceed and allow them to live with the consequences.'

'It is Elizabeth who is my major concern.'

'You have chosen wisely, my friend. I heard that she has already had a visit from our aunt.'

'Indeed.'

'Then you should have no concern. If the family gossip is correct, then the lady is quite up to dealing with it all.'

'I have always thought so. Always,' replied Mr. Darcy. 'I am glad you are with us again, Fitzwilliam. I hope to see you often at Pemberley.'

'You shall.'

'However I insist that you spend less time entertaining my wife while she is playing the pianoforte.'

'Never, cousin, never. I could not live without your scouring looks.'

'Quiet, Richard. And pour another brandy!'

The Colonel went back to his task while Mr. Darcy returned to his concerns. After another half an hour spent catching up on all the details of the past few months, the Colonel left and it was only a short while later that Mr. Darcy left for Cheapside. However, having given no thought to Elizabeth's plans for the day, he was somewhat annoyed with himself to find her out. Mr. Gardiner was present however and was quite happy to have the distraction of a visitor on a Monday afternoon.

'Mr. Darcy, coffee or something to warm you? The day has deteriorated somewhat.'

'Something stronger, sir, if you please.'

'I am sure the ladies did not expect you this afternoon.'

'I came without word ... or thought.'

'Is there something I can help you with?'

'No, it is ... it has been dealt with.'

'Mr. Darcy, I cannot tell you how...'

'Mr. Gardiner,' interrupted Mr. Darcy. 'I would be honoured if you would call me Fitzwilliam. We will soon be family.'

'Indeed it is an honour, sir. And please, call me Frank.'

'Frank,' said Mr. Darcy, smiling quickly and then turning away to gaze out the window.

'I am sure she will return as soon as she can,' said Mr. Gardiner.

'Heh, I am sure she will. She is quite extraordinary,' said Mr. Darcy, still looking out.

'My sister's greatest achievement in my opinion.'

'I am sure you and Mrs. Gardiner can take some credit for her excellence.'

'I hear the marriage is later this month. Mrs. Gardiner and I would like to attend.'

'We would be delighted to have you. November the twenty-eighth.'

'Marvelous. So you will be Pemberley by Christmas.'

'Yes. Although I would like to spend a short time in town before returning.'

'I thought you would be anxious to take your bride home.'

'Oh I am but first I wish to indulge her a little. There are furnishings to ready for Pemberley and I also wish to ... I wish to buy her the world!'

Mr. Gardiner smiled across at him. 'I think she is sure she has the world, Fitzwilliam. Her eyes have never been so bright.'

Mr. Darcy looked over to her uncle but did not reply. There are some things that need no further comment. They sat side by side in the union of friendship until the sound of a carriage took Mr. Darcy to the window. Seeing Elizabeth alight, all excited, was all he needed to remedy his day. With a slight bow he left Mr. Gardiner in order to greet her.

She was completely surprised and completely loaded with parcels, leaving only her smile to warm him. The servant quickly relieved her of her burden and she had no time to remove her gloves before Mr. Darcy kissed her hand.

'I did so need to see you today.'

'I am surprised. I was sure your business would keep you away from me until this evening.'

'Thankfully it was taken care of earlier this morning. I am now all yours.'

'How wonderful. And will you stay for the evening?'

'I will, if, of course, your aunt issues me an invitation.'

She leaned into him before replying, 'You have her more charmed than myself, Mr. Darcy.'

'Mr. Darcy, how nice to see you. Is Mr. Bingley with you, sir?' interrupted Jane before he could respond to Elizabeth.

'Miss Bennet. I am sorry to disappoint you but I came alone. I have not seen Charles this today.'

'Oh.'

In an endeavour to improve Jane's spirits, Mrs. Gardiner joined in. 'I am sure Mr. Bingley will come later this afternoon, Jane. He is always ready for tea. Come, let us look at your purchases. Lizzy, would you like to offer Mr. Darcy some coffee while we are gone?'

'Certainly aunt,' replied Elizabeth, grinning at the fortune of such understanding relatives. Mr. Darcy, however, did not seem so willing to find them fortunate as his look deepened.

'Did you wish to spend time with my aunt, Fitzwilliam?'

'No.'

'But you look disappointed that she is leaving us alone.'

'No, oh Elizabeth, I cannot tell you what pleasure your relatives give me.'

'Then tell me Fitzwilliam. You are not yourself. You have not been yourself since ... since we arrived in town. Please come, sit with me.'

She escorted him to the long settee near the fire in the south sitting room. The faded sunlight of winter in town seeped through the glass, leaving a dusty haze with little light and no warmth. In fact it cast a hazy gloom about the room. She sat next to him, the cloth of her skirt resting along his leg. Taking both his hands in hers, she kissed his knuckles and looked to him for his thoughts.

'I cannot speak of it to you, Elizabeth.'

'Secrets already?'

His scant smile barely lifted the corners of his mouth.

'It seems you are to be silent, sir. Then allow me to determine what your troubles are. In Hertfordshire you were all smiles. In town you are almost continually brooding. Ah, no objection if you please. I will have my way in this. Brooding it is. The only difference in our situation besides geography is our families. As you find mine more than pleasant, can I suggest that you find certain persons within yours less so?'

'If you wish.'

'May I continue and suggest the names of these persons?'

'Elizabeth...'

'I know that Lady Catherine is quite opposed to this union. But perhaps there are others who have joined in her quest to see us apart.'

'Perhaps.'

'You could assist me sir.'

'Elizabeth...'

'Upon my observation at the theatre, I could be led to believe that your cousin's wife is of a mind similar to your aunt's. Ah, I see by your look that I am right. And your cousin, Mr. Fitzwilliam, he is influenced by his wife.'

'Elizabeth...'

'Fitzwilliam, I know my own name.'

'Elizabeth, please do not concern...'

'....myself with all this? But it cannot be avoided. I fear we are both blessed, or cursed,' she whispered, 'with relatives who do not behave as we would wish them. I think we should form a truce of sorts, sir. I will not mention your relatives, if you do not mention mine. I am sure I can bear with all if you can bear with Mr. Collins,' she said laughingly.

Her infectious giggle and the softness of her eyes made his mood impossible and he looked to her with nothing but the most profound love. Taking both her hands in his, this time he leaned to her as he spoke.

'Elizabeth...'

'My goodness, sir. I have never heard you so short of words. I think it best if you remain silent and find something other than talk to occupy you.'

'Elizabeth, you must not tempt me in such circumstances. Please keep these thoughts for when we are alone.'

'But there is little fun in behaving such when we are alone, sir. I much rather pick up your moods when we are in company.' As she finished, they heard the approach of Jane and Mrs. Gardiner.

'...and is your sister still planning her trip to Italy?' said Elizabeth. 'Oh aunt, Jane, are all the packages secure?

'Yes, Lizzy. I do so like the slippers best of all,' said Jane as she sat opposite the couple.

'Have you secured all your purchases, Miss Bennet?' asked Mr. Darcy.

'Almost. I think one more day will finish it. Lizzy still has much to buy.'

'But I know exactly where to go now. Tomorrow will finish me with shopping.'

'Then we should be preparing to leave for Longbourn on Wednesday or Thursday. Aunt, you do not mind if we leave early, do you? I am so anxious to be home and Charles is quite ready to leave town,' said Jane.'

'Not at all my dear,' replied her aunt. 'I am sure you have much to do at Netherfield as well.'

'Not much but I do wish to be there with Charles. He thinks we should have the armchairs in the second reception room recovered. Lizzy, is Thursday ideal for you?'

Elizabeth looked to Mr. Darcy, hoping for reassurance that he would follow them soon after. His raised eyebrows were enough confirmation as he spoke.

'Then Thursday it shall be. I would be honoured if you would allow me to carry you home again in my carriage, Miss Bennet.'

'Oh Mr. Darcy, it would be our honour. Perhaps Charles could come with us?'

'I am sure the world could not prevent him,' said Mr. Darcy, smiling more broadly than Elizabeth had seen him do in days.

Mr. Bingley did arrive for tea and the following day did finalise all the shopping required for two ladies about to be married. After a morning visit from the gentlemen, Wednesday afternoon was spent packing and a last minute trip to one particular warehouse where both Jane and Elizabeth bought a silk petticoat they had seen the previous week. Thursday morning was cold and dismal but the arrival of Mr. Darcy's coach and the possibility of at least four or five hours in the company of the gentlemen, spurred the spirits of all parties and the farewells were quick and joyous.

The seating in the coach began as their initial journey to town but within minutes of leaving Cheapside, it seemed appropriate that some alteration take place as it was impossible to speak with any degree of privacy when one must lean across. Thus each couple found themselves with shoulders touching, foot warmers being shared under the covering of ample rugs and an overall cosiness that encouraged a languid mood.

'Are you warm enough?' asked Mr. Darcy in a tone so hushed that even Elizabeth could barely hear him.

'Hmmm, very cosy indeed. I am becoming sleepy.'

'Then please close your eyes. I will not allow you to travel past your destination, miss.'

'You are so kind, sir. In fact I have never met a more companionable travelling companion.'

'And I hope you never will,' he breathed in her ear.

'That tickles,' she murmured back.

'What?'

'Your speaking so close to my ear.'

'Does it?' he replied, this time a little closer, causing her to rub at her ear.

She looked across to see Jane gazing out the far window while Mr. Bingley was almost asleep himself.

'I did not know that you were ticklish, Elizabeth.'

'You have no reason to know, sir. And please stop that!'

'What is good for the goose as they say. I must have my revenge, my dear.'

'Ah so this is a competition to see who can disturb the other the most in public? I am excellent at such games. I fear you will lose badly, sir.'

'You underestimate me, madam.'

She looked sideways at him, and with a tiny flicker of pertness in her eyes, she slid her hand under the rug, allowing it to rest ever so lightly on his leg. His intake of breath was followed by a deep sigh, covering the movement of his leg away from under her hand.

'Then you concede, Fitzwilliam?'

'With great honour, my darling.'

'Then I shall feel free to sleep now.' She closed her eyes and although she appeared to be asleep, he could not avoid seeing the smile on her lips and feel the slight jerk of her body as she giggled.

He sat there for the next hour, as close to holding her as could be permitted. She dozed beside him, her head resting on the wall of the coach, nodding slightly with the movement. Mr. Bingley slept as did Jane and thus he sat alone within his own small movable sphere, protected from the elements and the world...and his family. Slowly as the milestones slipped by and the distance from town increased so his anguish slowly decreased until he found himself encased in the fortune of simply having her.

As they moved slightly north east the weather closed in even further until there was steady rain. The increase caused the roads to turn to mud and the horses to find the going difficult without a clear view of their steps. The driver slowed the pace somewhat but was reluctant to stop completely as it may be impossible to get going again. The change in motion woke the three passengers whose stirring brought a change of mood in the coach. Elizabeth stretched her arms and taking a few deep breaths, noticed that they were within five miles of Longbourn.

Half an hour passes quickly in such company and it seemed no time before they pulled in the gate. Kitty was already at the door, peeping out but reluctant to open it further as the rain pelted down. Two servants had been summoned with umbrellas but were hardly needed as the party quickly ran for shelter.

'Jane, Lizzy. Oh and Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. I have been so worried about your journey,' said Mrs. Bennet. 'The rain you know. You should not have travelled in this weather Mr. Darcy. Oh Jane, where are your boxes? I must see that you have everything you need. Mr. Bingley, make sure the servants do not get the boxes wet. Tell them to hold the umbrellas over the boxes. Lizzy I hope you stuck to my list. It will not do if you are lacking in clothes at Pemberley. You must have the best. Hill, bring the tea! Oh no, bring coffee. Mr. Darcy prefers coffee!'

She ran off to the kitchens still calling orders to any who would listen. Elizabeth removed her coat and bonnet and was pulling off her gloves when her father appeared.

'Lizzy, Jane, home again with bills for me to service no doubt.'

Elizabeth and Jane exchanged momentary glances. It was good to be home in part but there was an increased urgency to be away in their own homes.

'Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, come, we shall have a warming drink while the ladies...well whatever ladies do. Come gentlemen.'

The three retreated to the library where port and brandy were offered.

'And so you kept my girls safe in town I see.'

'It was our pleasure, Mr. Bennet,' said Mr. Bingley. 'Wasn't it Darcy?'

'Indeed.'

'And so it is now less than a fortnight before you take them from me.'

'And I must meet with you about the settlement, Mr. Bennet,' replied Mr. Darcy.

'Tomorrow, Mr. Darcy. We will do it all...'

There was a knock at the door. 'Enter.' Mrs. Bennet poked her head around the door.

'Excuse me, dear, but I must tell the gentlemen that they are due at my sister's this evening. Guests of honour, I might add. And do not forget to tell them about Sir William, Mr. Bennet.'

She left as quickly as she had come and the two young men turned to Mr. Bennet for further details.

'An evening. That is all it is. Lady Lucas wishes to show off her son-in-law I think. Mr. Collins is still with us, you see. Apparently he has no urgent desire to return to the dominion of his patroness,' said Mr. Bennet looking directly at Mr. Darcy. 'It seems the lady is in no mood for our relations at this time. Do you know anything of this, sir?'

'I can only say that Lady Catherine is known to ... her moods vary, sir,' replied Mr. Darcy.

'Do they indeed, Mr. Darcy? I can imagine that is very difficult to deal with. It is fortunate that moods are not considered family traits, is it not sir?'

'It is indeed, Mr. Bennet.'

'Drink up gentlemen. You will need the sustenance for the evening. Whist, gentlemen, whist! I abhor whist.'

Mr. Darcy looked back at his soon to be father-in-law and for the very first time, he felt a sort of kinship. They managed half an hour apart from the ladies before Mrs. Bennet once more interrupted them with important news that tea was about to be served. In the sitting room, Elizabeth was pouring as usual while Jane offered the food. Both Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley chose a large slice of fruitcake as their hunger caught up with their travels. It was almost half past four before they left for Netherfield, promising to return by seven o'clock for the passage to Meryton and the Philips' residence.

The evening was just slightly worse than Elizabeth had dreamed up in her head. Mrs. Philips had sequestered every person of dubious worth for her evening and the combination brought forth nothing but the vulgarity of the district. Although hardly anyone dared speak to Mr. Darcy, they did find it within their scope to speak of Mr. Darcy and in tones loud enough to be heard across the room. Wine and brandy did nothing to deter them and the arrival of the whist tables was tantamount to torture for them both. Mr. Darcy of course was essential for the main table while Elizabeth seemed necessary for another.

Thus they spent a miserable evening, playing a game they both disliked, listening to chatter they wished to ignore while seeking to hear what the other might be adding at their respective tables. Supper was a blessed relief and departure was even more so until they realised that it meant the end of the day and separation.

Mr. Darcy handed Elizabeth down from the carriage with absolutely no chance for anything more than a formal good night as the Bennet's small carriage pulled up behind his. Mr. Bingley and Jane were no more fortunate and the four were left with nothing more than a joining of hands and elegant pecks to the backs of the ladies gloved hands. Within half an hour the gentlemen were cloistered at Netherfield, glad to away from the weather and Mrs. Philips but gloomy about their absence from the ladies.

'Ah it is good to be home, Darcy.'

'It must be.'

'So you see Mr. Bennet tomorrow.'

'Huh? Oh yes, the settlement.'

'Darcy, instead of your mood lightening as the day approaches, yours seems to be deepening. Have you worries from town?'

'Nothing that would surprise you, Bingley. The family, parts of the family, are not happy with my choice.'

'I have also seen my sisters happier than at present.'

'When do they arrive?'

'Thursday. With the weddings on Saturday, they had no wish to arrive too early.'

'Darcy, Jane and I think that you and Elizabeth should be first.'

'It shall not be, Bingley. Miss Bennet is the elder. She must be first.'

'Are you sure?'

'Absolutely. You will always have the honour of being married the longest,' said Mr. Darcy, smiling.

'And when do you expect Miss Darcy?'

'She is leaving Pemberley on Monday. So I would expect her on Wednesday.'

'Good, she will be settled in before my sisters arrive. Is the Colonel coming, Darcy?'

'He is hoping to.'

'I hope so too. I think I would like to know him better. And he must meet Jane.'

'Yes he must. Bingley, I'm for bed. I am extremely tired and would much rather have not been out this evening.'

'Good night, Darcy. Just over one week and we will not be retiring alone.'

'A great change for both of us, Bingley.'

'Indeed. But most welcome. I have grown tired of my own company.'

Mr. Darcy laughed. 'Bingley, you always like company, whereas I can quite happily entertain myself.'

'So perhaps you will be travelling to town for some peace once you are married?'

'I do not intend to be an absent husband, Bingley.'

'I doubt you will be allowed to. She is a very determined lady, Darcy.'

'Delightfully determined.'

'I would much rather have harmony than discord.'

'And I would rather have purpose and wit.'

'As it shall be. While you spend your nights battling the wit of your wife, I will be content with the willingness of mine.'

'But we mortals only ever treasure the great victories! Good night, Charles.'

Chapter 55

Posted on Thursday, 4 December 2003

Choosing what to wear to the party at Lucas Lodge took up most of the morning for the ladies of Longbourn. Both Elizabeth and Jane had exhausted almost all of their wardrobes on similar parties, dinners and outings since their engagements and it was impossible to purchase new frocks at this time after having spent so much on wedding clothes. They both looked longingly at their new purchases but knew that their mother would never allow them to be seen before their weddings.

With such a dilemma, both girls decided to peruse the wardrobes of their mother and sisters in the hope of finding inspiration. Mary's closet was sadly lacking in anything either of the girls would wear but she did have a new piece of lace, which looked delightful tucked in the bodice of Jane's pale green voile. Once upon a time Mary would have been easy to cajole into lending such a piece but since the departure of Lydia, she had grown in authority and attitude and she simply refused to allow Jane to wear it as she intended to do so herself. That left Jane with only her mother's gloves and necklace to enhance her gown.

Elizabeth favoured Kitty's wardrobe and after an extensive search she begged Kitty to allow her to wear her pale cream petticoat which she knew would be perfect with her soft lilac frock. Kitty relented, mainly because she never liked it herself, and Elizabeth had only to tack up the hem a little for it to be perfect. Careful dressing seemed absolutely necessary as Mr. Darcy had only seen her recently after extensive shopping, travelling for hours or caught in the rain.

Mr. Darcy spent his morning catching up on business and finalising the last of the settlement papers before his visit to Mr. Bennet. He arrived a little after noon and was shown immediately to the library without a chance of seeing Elizabeth.

'Mr. Darcy,' began Mr. Bennet.

'Mr. Bennet.'

'Sit, sir. I see you come armed with papers.'

Mr. Darcy sat opposite Mr. Bennet's desk and placed three sheets carefully in front of him.

'Begin, Mr. Darcy.'

'I have settled an amount of thirty thousand pounds on Elizabeth. It will be hers upon my demise and she will be free to do with it as she wishes. There are no encumbrances upon the sum.' Mr. Darcy looked up expectantly at Mr. Bennet who had managed to maintain a very business-like air despite his surprise at the amount.

'Quite considerate, sir,' was all he said.

'I will personally take care of any pin money required by Elizabeth and I can assure you sir that I am not prone to meanness in any form. I will also settle her bills for dressmaking and other female necessities. In addition, there will be an amount of five thousand pounds set aside annually for her exclusive use. As household expenses are taken care of already, this should allow her the freedom to ... indulge herself a little.'

'Mr. Darcy, I must say that you seem to be more than generous but I might add that Elizabeth is not one to indulge herself. She is not like her mother.'

Mr. Darcy coloured slightly at Mr. Bennet's reference to his wife.

'Elizabeth does seem very careful, sir, but perhaps this indulgence as you call it, is more to my liking. I have every wish to indulge her sir.'

Mr. Bennet smiled as this confession. It was rare to hear a man of Mr. Darcy's connections so willing to express a weakness for a lady. He was becoming more and more pleased with this future son-in-law.

'I am very pleased with Elizabeth's choice, Mr. Darcy.'

'Thank you sir.'

'Now tell me, did you buy her many things in town?' said Mr. Bennet with a smile.

'No sir. The shopping excursions were taken by the ladies without our company. There was little opportunity sir. However I do wish to ... well we will be visiting town prior to our return to Pemberley.'

'I wish you joy, Mr. Darcy. And tell me, how are my sister and brother?'

'Very well, sir. In fact your brother Frank and I have become good friends.'

'Frank? You mean Edward.'

'I was sure he ... he asked me to call him Frank.'

'Which is his family name. Although we always use Edward.'

'As you know, the name Fitzwilliam is my mother's family name.'

'And how has your family taken the news of your impending marriage, Mr. Darcy?'

'My sister is delighted as is my cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam. They will be attending on Saturday.'

'Delightful. I wish to meet them. And Lady Catherine?'

'She is unable to attend, sir.'

'The rich and powerful have busy lives,' said Mr. Bennet.

'Indeed sir. If you will excuse me sir, I must return to Netherfield. I still have business to conclude with my steward and there are few days left.'

'Of course, be off! I would not keep you from your errands Mr. Darcy. Good afternoon, sir.'

'Good afternoon, Mr. Bennet.'

On leaving the library, Mr. Darcy looked quickly for Elizabeth but as she seemed otherwise occupied, he went straight to his mount and was back at business within half an hour.

Elizabeth bathed early ensuring the servant was ready to do her hair before the others, which meant she was left free of her mother's bothersome fussing. Her hair was wound up each side of her face and gathered together with a jeweled comb. The remainder was left to curl down her neck with two longer tendrils left near her ears. Rather than use ribbons, she attached tiny beads to the ends of hairpins and poked them in amongst her curls. The effect was like tiny stars throughout her hair.

As usual on such occasions since their engagements, the gentlemen arrived to accompany their ladies, this time each bringing their own carriage so that all members of the family could fit comfortably. Mary and Kitty maneuvered themselves to accompany Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy rather than go with their parents and so Mr. Darcy found himself seated opposite two young girls who seemed totally in awe of him. He did attempt a meagre smile but it only brought a round of lowered eyes so he chose to centre his attention on Elizabeth.

Lucas Lodge was all-aglow for this evening with Lady Lucas spending a fortune on candles. Mr. and Mrs. Collins were still visiting and among the guests was every person of note in the district. It was a much larger affair than the one previously attended by Mr. Darcy and upon entrance he quickly ascertained that this would be a more raucous evening. Small groups had gathered at all the best vantage points to critique the arriving guests and Mr. Darcy, never happy with less than punctuality was already in a lesser mood on arrival as he had been held up by the fussing of Kitty and Mary.

Elizabeth proudly took his arm as they entered the house and they were about to settle themselves in the company of Jane and Mr. Bingley, when Charlotte approached Elizabeth for a word. She had no choice but to leave Mr. Darcy who gave her a rather hunted look as she left. He quickly found the mantel and leaned in to the fire, hoping that he would attract no attention. He looked carefully at the flames but his mind was elsewhere, feeling the isolation of losing her company. Rooms like this had always held him hostage, kidnapping him within himself. The more company present, the greater his capture. He simply had no wish to be there but thus he stayed, unwilling to catch the eye of anyone until she returned.

Mr. Darcy's difficulty was becoming ever present in Elizabeth's life. She could almost feel the change in him as they approached the entrance of such places. He stood a little taller, his chin tucked in, his shoulders square. And his words petered out to a mere comment. As Charlotte took her away she felt every bit of his isolation.

'Lizzy, I must ask about your plans,' began Charlotte.

'Plans! We have had little time to make any. The marriage is to take place this Saturday, the twenty-eighth of November. Jane is to be first and then Mr. Darcy and I.'

'Will you be leaving immediately afterwards?'

'We will travel to town that day but first there will be some refreshments at Netherfield. You must come Charlotte. It may be some time before we meet again.'

'Mr. Collins and I will be there.'

'I am surprised you are still here, Charlotte. I was sure that Mr. Collins would wish to hurry home.'

'He is of two minds on that Elizabeth. You must know that your engagement to Mr. Darcy was not taken so well by Lady Catherine. She told us of her visit.'

'It was quite...I was quite shocking to her I think. I refused to give her what she wanted and in doing so I think I presumed too much of Mr. Darcy's feelings.'

'You could not have been wrong as he proposed quite soon afterwards.'

'True, Charlotte, however it does little to alleviate my guilt over my manner to Lady Catherine. I am sure I am the cause of much anger in her about this.'

'Lizzy, you can have no doubt that if Lady Catherine does not approve of the marriage then the fault must be all yours. I am sure her nephew is faultless,' said Charlotte with a smile.

Elizabeth smiled back hiding her pain. Although she desperately wanted to marry Mr. Darcy, she knew that in doing so she was bringing a great deal of disagreement to his family. She looked across at him, hoping to catch his eye but instead saw Sir William Lucas approaching him.

'Mr. Darcy, what a pleasure it is to see you again. Mrs. Bennet said that you were in town these past weeks.'

'I was, sir.'

'No doubt in time for the season and the theatre. I was a regular at both, you know sir.'

'Oh,' said Mr. Darcy, frantically trying to think of something else to add.

'And tell me, did you mention my name at St. James? I have a number of friends who regularly attend.'

'However, I am not a regular sir. I did not attend St. James while I was in town.'

'Do not let the ladies distract you from your duties, Mr. Darcy. A man must have his leisure. Oh, I see Mr. Bingley,' said Sir William as he walked away.

Mr. Darcy absentmindedly shrugged his shoulders as he left, unable to hide his indifference to the man. All this was observed by Elizabeth, who could not help but notice that Mr. Darcy had at least replied to some of Sir William's questions. As she turned back, Mrs. Bennet approached with two friends and she was caught again in a round of nonsensical remarks on her good fortune. She was still standing with her mother when the music began and it was with some surprise that she turned to find Mr. Darcy standing in front of her.

'Miss Bennet, would you do me the honour of the next dance?'

She grinned up at him, knowing full well that this was a serious concession on his part, as dancing at such evenings was something he found quite abhorrent. Her slow reply caused him to frown slightly.

'I would be very happy if you accepted me,' he said quietly.

'It would be my honour, sir,' said Elizabeth at last.

He offered his hand and taking the tips of her fingers he led her to the head of the dance. As the music began they both moved together as Mr. Darcy spoke.

'I must surmise that you desire me to speak while we are dancing.'

'Only if it is your wish to do so.'

'I thought it was a requirement. I am sure you told me such before.'

'I am sure I said that it was acceptable.'

'And I am sure that you said it was necessary. Let me see ... you ought to make some kind of remark ... I am sure that was what you said.'

'And I am sure that we will never get on if you persist in having such an excellent memory.'

'Then what is to become of us?' asked Mr. Darcy, teasingly.

'I will have to practise well and remember everything and you will have to spend more time not listening to all that is said so that you cannot remember it.'

'And that is the silliest thing I have ever heard you say.'

'You are remembering too much again! I cannot possibly live with you while you continue to remember my silliness as well as my sense.'

'With you my darling, they are intermingled.'

'Are you saying I am flighty, sir?'

'In the most wonderful way. I am finding it extremely interesting never to know what mood you will be in.'

'And I am finding it extremely pleasing to see you smile more.'

They spun apart and as Mr. Darcy neared the surrounding guests, he was interrupted by Mr. Collins who seemed to have decided that it would be prudent to keep the nephew of Lady Catherine on side.

'You must excuse the interruption, Mr. Darcy and allow me, in the humblest of terms, and with your permission of course, that is, if you wish to give it, to allow me to say what a charming couple you and Miss Elizabeth make. I am sure that when Lady Catherine has seen you together, as she already has but I am sure you have no doubt of my meaning, she will immediately wish you well.'

Mr. Darcy nodded slightly and moved back to the dance.

'I see Mr. Collins is still imposing himself on you,' said Elizabeth, trying to make light of it.

'He is determined to speak at every moment, I am sure,' said Mr. Darcy.

'And use all the words in the English language,' added Elizabeth.

'Hmmm,' was all Mr. Darcy added.

Elizabeth did not reply further but instead found herself concentrating on how her family almost seemed determined to thwart their courtship at every turn. Each evening, each visit, was another way to punish them both as the members of her family concentrated on showing off every fault in their characters. She sighed to herself as the reached the head of the dance again and the music stopped.

'Are you tiring, my dear?' asked Mr. Darcy.

'Oh no, I do love dancing with you, Fitzwilliam.'

He led her from the floor to a quiet space near the fire.

'Tell me why you sighed.'

'It was...I do so wish for Saturday.'

His look was soft and loving causing her to move a little closer than she would normally do in company.

'I wish for Saturday too. But I am sure you will miss your family.'

'And at this point I am sure I will not,' said Elizabeth with some purpose.

'You will.'

'Yes, I will,' said Elizabeth reluctantly. 'Why is it that we wish for our family when they are absent and wish for them away when they are with us?'

'Because we are human. We cannot always love those we are related to.'

'So you feel the same about your family?'

'Some of them. Lady Catherine springs to mind.'

'And Mr. Collins springs to mine. Oh dear, can we ever visit Kent?'

'Absolutely not, Elizabeth. I will have no communication with my aunt.'

Elizabeth took in his mood and decided now was not the time to counter any thoughts he may be having. She had now grown into his moods and was learning that there is a time and place to suit most things and it is simply a matter of determining when. Instead she completely changed the subject, which always seemed to change his thoughts.

'And so was that my last dance as a single lady?'

'And mine as a single gentleman.'

'Charles and Jane have danced every dance,' said Elizabeth as she watched the floor.

'As they will dance through their lives, I suspect.'

'Perhaps you are thinking we will not?'

'I think we are both of a disposition that will require some...' his voice faded and Elizabeth looked a little sulky. 'Do not brood, my darling. I am only saying that we are different in attitude and manner to Charles and Jane,' said Mr. Darcy.

'I am not brooding. That is for you sir.'

'It seems you were about to start.'

'I never brood. I will not brood.'

'My dearest Elizabeth, if you choose never to brood then so be it. I will not disagree with you on your moods.'

She took his arm with a firm grasp. 'Are you teasing me sir?'

'No, my dear. All teasing is left to you,' he said with just enough arch to cause her to frown.

'Impossible man,' she said as she walked away from him. The movement of her body entranced him as she walked to a small group of family and friends. She positioned herself within them but with a clear sight of him and even though she appeared to be totally involved in their conversation, she managed to catch his eye on more than one occasion, her expression a mix of flirtation and disapproval. He could not keep his eyes off her and spent a delightful quarter of an hour in self-indulgence.

She returned to him with Mariah Lucas in tow and he had no chance to tell her of his feelings. Instead Elizabeth talked and talked, brushing his arm with hers, touching him ever so lightly and then withdrawing her fingers. He nodded with the utmost civility and maintained his self-restraint throughout it all. However when Mariah left them, he quickly took Elizabeth's hand in his, squeezing her fingers for all to see.

'Mr. Darcy, if you keep this up, the whole party will notice.'

'Which is exactly what you wish.'

'Sir, I am always a lady.'

'That, my darling, is open to interpretation.'

'Do you think me capable of wayward manners?'

'I think you capable of anything in order to attain your desire.'

'And what is my desire tonight?'

He did not reply, his look said it all. She blushed as deeply as she had ever done in her life, so much so that beads of perspiration caught along the top of her lip, matching those on her chest. The result was far more intense than Mr. Darcy would have wished at such a time and he found himself struggling frantically for a distraction from her. After some minutes of discomfort, he looked directly in her eyes telling her again without words every thought that he had.

It was impossible to continue in such a way in the main reception room of Lucas Lodge and when he began to stroll along the side of the room, she followed just slightly behind, both only aware of the other. As they abandoned the room and made their way down the hall, they realised there was no place really alone. The rooms were filled with assorted groups of guests or servants and the weather was too severe to venture outside. After some minutes of slow realisation, they paused near the stairs and began to laugh. The whole world was against them and there would be no peace until they were wed.

Supper was a grand affair with tables laden with all the best of winter produce. Hearty dishes of meat and vegetables were served in large pots while layers of sliced meats were displayed on heavy chargers. Lady Lucas preferred the more elaborate china patterns and so the display looked more cluttered than even the elaborate food would allow. Cutlery was laid out precisely and servants travelled the tables with ample wine and cordial. The dessert table was burdened with rich puddings, with various custards and creams as accompaniments. Fruits were sugar glazed and resembled works of art.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy sat with Jane and Mr. Bingley at the largest table, reserved for the honoured guests although they were all fairly spread. That meant the company of Sir William and Lady Lucas as well as Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. Lady Lucas had Mr. Darcy next to her and spent the whole time seeking praise for her table.

'I am sure that our little supper is nothing to you, Mr. Darcy.'

'It is quite exquisite, madam.'

'Oh to be sure, you must not offer praise to me, sir. I know that you have three French cooks. Mrs. Bennet told me so.'

'I have one cook at Pemberley, ma'am. However she is not French.'

'Oh,' was all Lady Lucas could reply at first but soon a new parade of words came marching forth. 'I am sure your parties are very grand sir. I so love a grand party. Elizabeth has always been such a dear friend to our Charlotte. She is Mrs. Collins now you know. Oh of course you know. And you will be cousins as well. How wonderful. We will all be family.'

Mr. Darcy turned to her with some degree of shock. He had never thought himself to be related to the Lucas family upon his marriage. Such a stretch was quite beyond him. However Lady Lucas was too busy searching for further conversation to notice his displeasure in her recent display. She chattered and chattered about anything that she had thought of in her life creating a carnival of assorted topics that were impossible to comprehend even if one was desirous of doing so which Mr. Darcy was definitely not. However, he did find that his occasional nod and turning up of eyebrows was enough to keep the lady satisfied.

During all this, he had time to contemplate the table especially those who had been married for some time. It is often required of those about to wed that they surmise they will never be like those already married for years. Their marriage will always be different, more exciting, perfect. They will always have better behaved children. They will always be within the throws of passion. They will always wish to spend every moment together. They will always indulge in stimulating conversation.

However Mr. Darcy was a clever man and instead of indulging his fancies, he chose to speculate on the various ways in which his marriage would settle. He had no doubt that their marriage would be exciting. Such diversity of characters must result in challenges. However the effect of those had yet to be determined. Their marriage would not be perfect if perfection was judged by harmony and peace. That would be the lot of his friend. No his marriage would be braced with highs and lows, a thought which gave him more pleasure than those of lesser intellect would expect. He had no wish for eternal tranquility.

Their children would behave, of that he had no doubt. Both he and Elizabeth felt the need for children to understand their place in a family. Passion was high on his list. He desired her every moment of his life and he had no doubt that she felt similarly. However the zeal of their affection must be lessened as the accessibility of their company became commonplace. He had a great desire to find their need moulded into a deep abiding fervour that was fed by the minds of each. He did wish to spend more time with Elizabeth but he knew that both needed some exclusion from the other where time was their own and when the reunion brought stimulation. Yes he decided his marriage would be unlike most of those around him but would perfectly suit him in every way.

Elizabeth was also caught up in thoughts of their marriage. She was sure that he would irritate her sometimes just as she saw her aunt irritated by her uncle Gardiner. Mr. Darcy could be extremely frustrating, with his fastidiousness and his general sense of being right. But she had already learned the art of cajoling and was not averse to using the time worn ways of all ladies to change his mood. She desperately wanted his children. In fact it had become a private little obsession with her and she found herself watching other's children with an intense longing for her own. He was not listening to Lady Lucas, she knew that. He was far away, his ears hearing the sounds but his mind elsewhere. He was incredibly handsome, his countenance and body reflecting the perfection of his mind. That he loved her was still barely possible to contemplate.

'Lizzy!' said Jane, touching her shoulder.

'Oh, Jane.'

'Charles and I are leaving now as his sisters are due tomorrow and we have much to do.'

'But supper is hardly over.'

'I know but we must be gone. Father insists that he and mother must leave with us.'

'Then we will bring Kitty and Mary.'

'Good night, Lizzy.'

'Good night.'

The couple said their good-byes to all and left to gather their coats when suddenly Kitty could be heard arguing with her father. It seemed he was insisting she and Mary leave with them and it was not to her liking. She pouted and stamped her feet until their father took a stand and with a scouring look, she gathered her things. The commotion caused a stir around the main table and Elizabeth sat once more in mortification at the behaviour of her family. She had only one good thought from it all. She and Mr. Darcy would be alone in his carriage for the ride home.

Realising this, the thought of departure became paramount in Elizabeth's mind and she could hardly wait to have a word with Mr. Darcy. He gave her a quizzical look as Jane left, noticing that his friend had also disappeared. She shrugged her shoulders, unable to tell him her good news. By the time coffee was over, he was extremely anxious to speak to her and was delighted when she stood to leave the table and he had the excuse of joining her.

'Elizabeth, where is Bingley?'

'Charles and Jane have left.'

'Why?'

'Miss Bingley and her sister arrive early tomorrow and he wished to organise things.'

'Oh.'

'Oh, indeed,' she said smiling brilliantly.

'And why is this such good news?' he asked suspiciously.

'Because they also took Mama and Papa with them.'

'As they should. They did bring them here.'

'However...' she paused just long enough to irritate him. Cocking his head, he frowned at her for an answer.

'However, they also took Kitty and Mary.'

'Oh ... OH!'

'Oh, indeed.'

Instead of smiling he frowned deeply again and looked back at her.

'Does your father know that we will be alone on the ride to Longbourn?'

'Well unless the poor man has lost his wits, I am sure that he does. Is that of concern to you?'

'Actually, it is. I suddenly feel the great responsibility of you, his daughter. He has placed you solely in my care.'

'Which will be the case in three days anyway.'

'True, true. But I...Elizabeth, I think you must have a servant with you.'

'Fitzwilliam, you can be terribly fussy when you wish. I am sure no one will think ill of you by accompanying me alone.'

'Elizabeth we are not married yet. It cannot be.'

'It is Wednesday night and it merely three days to the wedding. Any thoughts of misdeeds will be forgotten by the time they have been thought of.'

'What?'

'Never mind, my dear. But please remember, that only an hour ago we were longing for time alone and now we have it. And I think we should make the most of it. Tomorrow you will be greeting guests while I have two appointments in Meryton. Friday will be taken up with packing and I will have little time.'

'You are right of course. However I would not lessen your character in any way by my actions.'

'Then you must act like a total gentleman,' she said laughingly. 'Which means of course that you must let go of my hand this instance.'

Without thinking he dropped it and looked around the room. Looking in his eyes she saw the renewal of his prison as the mood of the room closed in around him. On previous occasions before Kent, he had given only what he wished and allowed the room to find its place with him. Now he tried to participate and with that had come a newly found tenseness as he attempted to find his own place.

She wished to speak to him of it but it was not time. Their love had not reached that part of themselves that allows frailty in any form. They were still determined to be strong for each other. And just as she could not tell him of her wariness of his family even though she was sure he knew of it, she could not speak to him of this. Instead she could only take his hand again, wrapping it between both of hers until she felt his fingers loosen.

'Perhaps we should leave now,' she murmured.

'Yes, it is time.'

Silently they moved back to the table to bid their farewells, where they were subjected to a hearty round of good wishes and hopes for the wedding day. Unfortunately for Elizabeth, a number of the gentlemen had over-imbibed and their looks to Mr. Darcy were loaded with innuendo. However he chose to see none of it and instead spoke only of his desire to be in the district again as soon as was practicable. He handed her up into his carriage with the greatest relief and took his seat opposite her for the journey to Longbourn.

Leaning forward she touched his knee. 'Fitzwilliam, you seem afraid of me yet you have told me often that you are not.'

'No, indeed, dearest Elizabeth. This time I think I am afraid of myself.'

'It is such a short journey.'

'Merely a quarter of an hour, if that.'

'Will I see you tomorrow?' she asked gently.

'I will be here at some time. I cannot...I must see you.'

'Fitzwilliam...'

'Oh Elizabeth, I ... I love you,' he whispered, breathing the words more than saying them.

'Fitzwill...'

She only got that far before he was beside her, his arms trapping her body against his. Their legs pushed together as he squeezed and she felt the tangle of their feet. She pressed her head against his chest then slowly lifted her face slightly causing her eyelashes to flicker high up on his neck. He loosened his grasp and leaned back to kiss her, bringing his lips first against her eyes and then her mouth in the most exquisite union they had ever had.

'Three da ... nights, my darling,' was all he could say.

They stayed together for the remainder of the journey. Elizabeth, unsure and little educated in the ways of marriage, felt all the insecurity that comes from the combined feelings of inadequacy and longing. As much as she wished for him, she also felt apprehension.

Mr. Darcy, experienced as all gentlemen are, knew only longing, for his feelings were assured by the knowledge that the anticipation in this case would not be lessened by the act.

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