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Chapter 56

Posted on Monday, 8 December 2003

The arrival of Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst filled the following morning. They arrived with too much luggage and too much pomposity and within five minutes of stepping in the door of Netherfield, Miss Bingley had the housekeeper grumbling and the chambermaids pulling faces. Her boxes were delivered to the wrong room, at least in Miss Bingley's opinion, and she soon had the servants lugging them to the front bedchamber right next to the main suites. After commanding the way her things were to be arranged in the drawers and armoire she made her way to the drawing room and began instruction for meals.

Mr. Bingley said little through all this despite various looks of amazement from his friend. He seemed content to allow his sister her last two days as mistress of Netherfield. Mr. Hurst did not even bother to enter his rooms, allowing his wife to organise their things. After a short stroll through the house, he found the gentlemen in the library.

'Charles, good to see you again. And Darcy.'

'Hurst,' was all Mr. Darcy said.

'I am glad you have all arrived safely,' said Mr. Bingley. 'My sisters appear very well.'

'They are. I hope you have no plans for the next two days, Bingley, as they intend to take them all up.'

'Actually I do have some plans which include as much time as possible with Jane. And I am sure Darcy has the same plans with Elizabeth.'

'So, Darcy, you are to marry her,' said Mr. Hurst.

'If you mean Miss Elizabeth, then yes I am.'

'I knew it would happen, you know. I had told Louisa of it for months. She would have none of it and neither would Caroline.'

'We have not been long engaged.'

'But it was bound to happen after Pemberley. You had no shame there my man. It was there for the world to see. I wager you have had trouble in your family over this. Your connections are too great to let this pass,' said Mr. Hurst.

'The subject has been addressed. However my mind is made up.'

'Good on you, Darcy, Well done! It's the women you know. It's always the women. They have little else with which to concern themselves.'

Both Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley chose not to comment on Mr. Hurst's opinion. They were both in the throes of love too blinded to see clearly and could never possibly imagine that their ladies could be melded into his generality of their sex. Mr. Hurst merely looked at them and nodding his head slightly he smiled.

'So a toast is in order, gentlemen. Let me get you both a brandy on this cold day. Or perhaps a claret.'

'Brandy', they said in unison.

He poured them each a glass and raising his, he said, 'To marriage, to the ladies, to warm beds, to ... to becoming better for it ... or worse.'

They all took a small sip of the liquor as they contemplated his telling words. They were still holding their glasses when Miss Bingley knocked and entered immediately.

'Oh there you are Charles. Oh and Mr. Darcy, how wonderful to see you again.'

'Caroline, you look marvelous,' said her brother.

'Miss Bingley,' said Mr. Darcy, giving a slight bow.

'Charles, the servant put my boxes in the west room. I have had them moved to the south.'

'Oh, actually I had instructed them to be put in the west room.'

'You had? Why, I always have the south.'

'But with the arrival of Miss Darcy this afternoon, I felt she should be given the room nearest her brother,' said Mr. Bingley. 'She would have been here already but for some delay due to weather. Miss Darcy has never visited Netherfield before Caroline and I am sure she would wish to be near Darcy than alone in the west wing. And you have Louisa there with you.'

Miss Bingley could find no words to counter her brother but that did not stop her looking quite put out.

'Well...I wish you had informed me first, Charles.'

'I would have, had you taken the time to see me,' said Mr. Bingley. 'Do not concern yourself, my dear. I will see to the servants and have you settled in no time.'

He left the room, followed by his sister. Mr. Hurst turned to Mr. Darcy after they had left.

'Women, you see Darcy, women. So tell me about Miss Bennet.'

'What is there to say? You have been in her company many times.'

'True, but let me hear how beautiful she is and how delightful a dancer and how charming she is.'

'Hurst, what has got into you?'

'I am not sure of that myself, Darcy. What I do know is that this news of yours and Bingley has given me great joy.'

'I am glad to hear it,' said Mr. Darcy, completely puzzled at all this.

'Yes, great joy. It is seldom a man sees another ruled by his heart and not his pocket. Well done, Darcy, well done!' said Mr. Hurst as he raised his glass a second time.

Mr. Darcy smiled and raised his also.

The hustle and bustle of the morning was soon replaced by the peace of the dining room where a simple but elegant dinner was served buffet style for the guests at Netherfield. Miss Bingley held court in fine style, clinging to her last days in such a position. Losing her brother and his friend on the one day was a cruel blow. She had such fine hopes for both of them and herself but was now destined to become the maiden aunt for no doubt these country girls would be producing children at a great rate. She shuddered at the term and even more so at the word spinster which had been spoken once. In all her machinations, she had never thought that wishing her brother would lease an estate would lead to his marriage and that of Mr. Darcy.

However, as bitter as she was at the outcome, she was not stupid and would not allow herself to lose the benefits of their connections. She would smile, simper and be pleasant to Miss Bennet and her sister and ensure her place in her brother's life and she hoped, his home. She had little wish for her own residence and hoped that she could be a regular visitor at Netherfield. This subject had not gone unacknowledged by her brother though and it was after dinner that he broached the subject with her in his library.

'Caroline, thank you for seeing me. I must speak to you of the arrangements past Saturday.'

'Are you intending a honeymoon trip?'

'We are but not immediately. We wish to spend some time here at Netherfield first. Then we shall travel to Cornwall hoping to catch a little warmer weather.'

'I will ensure all is in readiness when you return.'

'There will be no need of that Caroline. I do desire to begin married life with my wife alone here at Netherfield. I know you will understand when I explain the difficulty associated with you, my sister, and hostess, in residence at the same time.'

'Oh ... of course, Charles. I will stay in town until you settle.'

'Perfect. However ... I am having some alterations done in town and it would be impossible for you there. Perhaps you could find a residence close by. Perhaps ... something, ... something of your own?'

'Oh Charles, did you think I meant to stay at your townhouse? I would never intrude in such a way. I have already been visiting several properties of interest to me,' replied Miss Bingley, happy with her ability to appear truthful.

Mr. Bingley had little doubt she was covering herself but there was no need to point out the fact. Rather it was in everyone's best interest to allow her the grace to withdraw in her own way. He thus simply hugged her and thanked her for understanding. It was during this brief pause that the sound of another carriage arrival was heard.

At Longbourn, a frantic morning of non-essential but required detail filled the time of both brides. Bows, buttons, ribbons and lace are important when one was to be married and the final inspection of all the wedding clothes was necessary before packing. The wedding dresses were also inspected and fussed with before being folded away for pressing on Saturday morning. During all this the sound of a carriage brought renewed flustering as Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were greeted. Their rooms were already prepared but they were later than expected and Mr. Bennet had been grumbling about the lateness of his dinner.

'Edward, how good to see you,' said Mr. Bennet. 'Your sister has been keeping me hungry until your arrival. Come let the ladies fuss while we eat.'

'Excellent,' said Mr. Gardiner as he accompanied his brother to the dining room.

They were served immediately with beef broth and after consuming half a bowl quite quickly, Mr. Gardiner spoke.

'So your girls are leaving you. You will miss Lizzy.'

'Indeed, I will. She was the one person of sanity in this household, Edward.'

'Well you will have five daughters. You cannot expect all things to remain equal with so many ladies.'

Mr. Bennet laughed.

'And what have you to say of your sons-in-law? I do like Mr. Darcy.'

'He is improving, Edward. Although Bingley is always smiles. And of course Wickham, I cannot forget Wickham.'

'I cannot think well of him. His behaviour in town was ... I cannot tell you the pain he caused us all. Without Mr. Darcy, there would be no marriage I am sure.'

'He did certainly help us all. He would have no recompense from me, you know,' said Mr. Bennet.

'As I expected. He took it all on himself. He felt that his reluctance to speak openly of Wickham's character was the cause of it all. He is quite the gentleman.'

'A lover knows no bounds, sir.'

'And what of Mr. Bingley, are you happy with him?'

'I am. He and Jane will have eternal peace. They cannot disagree on a thing.'

'As it should be at this point. However I cannot think it will last,' said Mr. Gardiner.

'Their disagreements will be nothing as both desire to please at all costs,' replied Mr. Bennet. 'Ah and here are the ladies.'

Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Gardiner, accompanied by the four sisters all entered the dining room and took their seats. What followed was a meal accompanied by such an extraordinary volume of words from the ladies that neither gentleman had the chance to speak again. They simply filled their plates and ate while every detail of clothing, ceremony, guests and accommodations was listed, arranged and particularised until it seemed impossible that a single button had not been mentioned. The afternoon was spent in carrying out those details ending in a rush to be dressed for the evening. The gentlemen were to call for a late supper only.

Miss Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam had arrived almost a day late at Netherfield, due to Miss Darcy being forced to spend an extra night on the road to town. Miss Bingley greeted them both with charm and grace, showing Miss Darcy to her room near her brother with all the aplomb of it being her idea. The Colonel was less acquainted with the Bingleys and found the sisters quite a force. Together they reinforced the established impression of their being underbred and overdressed and it was with some reserve that he managed to avoid smiling as Miss Bingley hovered around his cousin. When they left to dress for dinner, he had a chance to make comment.

'Darcy, what a pair those two are. I had no idea they were so...so overbearing. Bingley is nothing like them.'

'No, thankfully. Although Miss Bingley can be entertaining. She has a fine mind when it is under good regulation.'

'Which is seldom, I suspect. She certainly has opinions.'

'As seems to be case with modern ladies,' replied Mr. Darcy with a smile.

The Colonel smiled back, nodding. 'Yes, modern ladies. Spare us, is all I say. So tell me your plans.'

'The ceremony is Saturday as you know and then we travel to town. We shall be there for some days before moving on to Pemberley.'

'No honeymoon travel?'

'I am mixed on that, Fitzwilliam. I wish so much to have Elizabeth at Pemberley.'

'Then you shall honeymoon there. It is all new to her.'

'I wish Georgiana to join us for Christmas.'

'Perfect. In the meantime I will keep her busy with our trip to Edward's.'

'Thank you Fitzwilliam.'

'I do wish to see Miss Bennet before your marriage.'

'Her parents are hosting an evening tomorrow night. You are all invited.'

'Delightful. Oh, and I hear the return of the Misses Bingley. Stand tall, cousin!' said the Colonel smiling.

The party at Netherfield had a much quieter night than those at Longbourn for as Miss Bingley was heard to say, a gentleman has nothing to plan for his weddings as it all falls to the bride. As soon as the meal was eaten, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy left for Longbourn where the couples enjoyed a quiet hour, talking of nothing as seems fit and worrying about everything as seems required. They were accompanied to their curricle by Mr. and Mrs. Bennet so farewells were no more than a kiss on the hand and a squeeze of fingers and all parties were safely in bed by midnight.

Friday dawned dull and drizzly but with the hope that it would blow over before the morrow. Elizabeth and Jane ate a leisurely breakfast alone and early so that they had the day to supervise their packing. Mrs. Bennet was inspecting produce by eleven o'clock in preparation for her soiree as Lady Lucas had usurped her in having the gentlemen there first for an evening so this had to be extraordinary in refreshments and entertainment.

At Netherfield the morning consisted of a long and plentiful breakfast followed by Mr. Darcy insisting on taking his sister into Meryton for a little reprieve from the household.

'Oh Fitzwilliam, I am so excited to see Miss Bennet again,' said Miss Darcy in the carriage.

'Elizabeth, please. You know she wishes you to use her name. I am anxious to see her also. However we must wait until this evening. She has a day filled with last minute details.'

'Oh I cannot imagine how much there is to organise. Are you leaving immediately for Pemberley?'

'No, we will be in town for a few days, then to Pemberley. And the Colonel tells me he is whisking you off to our cousin's tomorrow.'

'Yes, Edward and Jane invited me,' she said glumly.

'I hope you will join us at Pemberley for Christmas.'

'I would love to.'

They spent two hours in Meryton, where Mr. Darcy purchased two books and Miss Darcy bought a length of Irish lace and ribbon for two bonnets. They arrived home in time for tea which was quickly followed by bathing and dressing for Longbourn. At seven o'clock two carriages were waiting at the main entrance. Mr. Bingley had the company of his family while Mr. Darcy carried his sister and cousin. At precisely half past seven they pulled into the gate at Longbourn.

Elizabeth and Jane were waiting in the entrance for the sound of the carriages and were joined by their parents when the guests arrived. Elizabeth was wearing her cream ball gown, this time with pale pink slippers and a similarly coloured lace around her shoulders. The ribbons holding her hair back were cream. Mr. Darcy was out of the carriage immediately and turned to help his sister. Miss Darcy adjusted her gown before taking her brother's arm and they both turned to find Elizabeth standing in front of them. She beamed at Mr. Darcy before turning her eye to Georgiana.

'Oh, it is so wonderful to see you again,' said Elizabeth as she gave her bow.

Miss Darcy responded before Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth's hand and kissed it.

'Elizabeth,' was all he said.

Miss Darcy looked at Elizabeth and then back to her brother and smiled more broadly than before.

'Please come inside, it is so cold out here,' said Elizabeth. 'I am so sorry that I was unable to visit yesterday but Mama had so many things to be attended to.'

'Oh please do not apologise. I was rather tired from the journey,' said Miss Darcy.

Elizabeth escorted them inside as Jane went to greet Mr. Bingley and his relations. The second party entered before the first had been properly greeted and there was rather a crowd at the door. Eventually everyone was properly greeted and they moved to the drawing room, which had been cleared somewhat to allow for the crowd. The doors to the dining room and smaller sitting room were also wide open allowing a gentle flow and it was only a short time before Elizabeth found her aunt and uncle and was able to introduce the Colonel to them. They then greeted Mr. Darcy with the utmost affection, which flowed naturally to his sister. The obvious attention of Elizabeth for Mr. Darcy's cousin made him an instant favourite as well. Mr. Gardiner seemed especially anxious to speak to Mr. Darcy.

'Fitzwilliam, how good to see you again, particularly under these circumstances. May I say how happy my wife and I are to have you soon in our family? I hope you will be a regular visitor when you are in town.'

'Thank you, sir. Yes it is a great occasion.'

'Not entirely unexpected by us, I must say. Mrs. Gardiner assured me it would happen,' said Mr. Gardiner with a smile. 'I say, my sister has put on quite an evening but then she does love an evening. And Lizzy, has she had you run off your feet in preparation for this?'

'A little, uncle. Mama does like to fuss.'

'This is a fine house, Miss Bennet,' added Colonel Fitzwilliam.

'It is a lovely family home, Colonel, although nothing of what you must be used to.'

'It is beautiful, Elizabeth,' added Miss Darcy.

'Thank you, Georgiana.'

Mr. Darcy stood watching Elizabeth with thoughts of nothing but the following morning. She seemed so calm while he was in turmoil inside. His blood seemed to be pumping faster and faster as the time approached and he continually found himself unaware of his surroundings. Yet here she was, calmly coping with guests and entertaining. As the servant offered wine and cordial, Elizabeth had time to look carefully at him and seeing his tension she moved a little closer.

'I am so happy to see you. It has been so long.'

'Not even a day, my darling,' he whispered.

'Still, it is far too long.'

'What is too long? Is Darcy trying to convince you to travel straight to Pemberley/' interrupted the Colonel.

'No, not at all, sir. Mr. Darcy insists we spend a few days in town.'

'Then perhaps I will see you.'

'You said you were to take Georgiana to Edward's.' said Mr. Darcy.

'Darcy, of course I will be with Edward. I do like to keep you on your toes though.'

'You are intolerable and I have no idea why I enjoy your company so much.'

They both smiled as Elizabeth took Mr. Darcy's arm.

'Come, we must speak to Sir William and Lady Lucas.'

He leaned down to her. 'We must?'

'Of course,' she replied, somewhat dragging him with her as she moved. For nearly half an hour they toured the room, greeting each guest and listening to similar praise and good wishes from them all. At last Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth's hands and pulled her to the side of the room.

'Enough, my darling. I cannot spend this evening without time with you.'

'But I have been with you all the time.'

'In person but not spirit. I must speak to you Elizabeth.'

'Please.'

'Are you happy?' asked Mr. Darcy.

'Absolutely and without question. What ... why are you ... what makes you so unsure of me that you had to ask?'

'I think it has all come upon me in a ... it is overpowering. You are leaving so much behind.'

'Oh I have barely thought of what I am losing, Fitzwilliam. A lady thinks little of that when she marries. That is at least when she marries for love.'

He breathed deeply, raising his chin in a gesture of male pride. 'And I think only of the things I wish to show you at Pemberley.'

'Oh,' she said, a little disappointed. 'I hope you will still be happy when there is nothing left to show me.'

'Oh, you must excuse my choice of words. I meant that nothing makes me happier than the thought of you beside me each day.'

'I hope I will not bore you.'

'Elizabeth, of all the people in the world that I have met, you are the last who could ever bore me. It is I who is boring.'

'And there we must disagree for you are everything I wish for. And tomorrow I will take my vows in the greatest confidence of our eternal happiness.'

Looking down at his slippers, he murmured to her, 'How I wish to kiss you.'

'Fitzwilliam...'

'I can only think of this time tomorrow. It consumes me.'

She stood still, not speaking, barely breathing and, just as he, with so many thoughts cramming her mind. But there was no time to dwell on what might be; instead they were approached by her mother who wished to have some entertainment. Elizabeth succumbed to her mother's request to perform and left Mr. Darcy to take her seat at the pianoforte. She rifled through the available sheets until she came upon the piece she wished to play. As she arranged the order of the sheets, the Colonel walked up to her.

'Miss Bennet, I am so happy to hear you play once more. May I join you? I am expert at turning pages as you know.'

She smiled at him as he took his place beside her. Seeing all this, Mr. Darcy was quickly on the scene. Before she could begin, he spoke.

'Richard, I did ask that you refrain from entertaining my wife while she is playing.'

'And when she is your wife I will, cousin. But until then, I take great pleasure in assisting her.'

Elizabeth looked up at a quite stern and embarrassed Mr. Darcy.

'This is for you, Fitzwilliam,' was all she said as she began her tune. Mr. Darcy lowered his eyes as she played exactly as she had in Kent but this time with her eyes continually raised to him. The sound permeated the room and brought a softness to proceedings. Voices became a little hushed and the tinkle of glasses subsided. She played as never before, interpreting every passage with a spontaneity of expression all her own. Mr. Darcy did not move from his place opposite her and as she continued, he became part of her performance, showing the room that she was his, whether or not they had expressed their vows.

As she came to the end, Miss Darcy walked up beside her brother. 'Elizabeth, I have never heard that piece so beautifully interpreted. I wish I had your openness.'

'And how I wished I had your genius for then I would have no need to be artful,' said Elizabeth with a smile. 'Would you play for us?'

'Oh no, I could not,' replied Miss Darcy, blushing.

'Then another time. At Pemberley, perhaps.'

'Yes.'

'Come with me and help me entertain your brother. Will you excuse us, Colonel?'

'No, I think I shall accompany you.'

The four left the pianoforte together and sought the company of Mr. Bingley and Jane who were busy talking with his relatives.

'So you have found us Mr. Darcy,' began Miss Bingley.

'I had no idea you were lost, madam,' he replied with a smirk.

'Ah, and Miss Elizabeth, how nice your home is.'

'Thank you Miss Bingley. However it will only be my home for a very short while.'

'True and I am sure you will miss it so. One always misses one's family and home when one is married.'

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at Miss Bingley's counsel. 'I am sure that Pemberley will more than make up for the loss.'

'Oh well, of course. Nothing can compare to Pemberley. It is by far the most outstanding residence in the country.'

'I fear you exaggerate, madam,' said Mr. Darcy.

'And I am sure I do not. I do hope you are up to the task of maintaining such a fine estate, Miss Eliza.'

'I hope that I have learned enough from my mother and aunt, Miss Bingley, and I am sure that Mr. Darcy will assist me in any way.'

'But there can be no comparison between running Longbourn and Pemberley.'

Mr. Darcy was becoming somewhat irritated with Miss Bingley's attempt to disturb Elizabeth's confidence.

'If my wife needs any assistance in her duties as Mistress of Pemberley, I am quite ready to supply it. However I am sure she is more than qualified for the position. After all, she at least has a first hand knowledge of running a household rather than simply ordering staff around.'

That quickly put an end to Miss Bingley's current commentary and she managed to move away with some grace but was later heard holding court with her brother and Jane regarding the arrangements for Netherfield.

'Do tell me, Darcy, how a man such as Bingley ended up with sisters such as those,' asked the Colonel.

'Miss Bingley has always been very kind to me,' said Miss Darcy.

'I fear that most of Miss Bingley's kindness is directed at those who can benefit her,' replied Colonel Fitzwilliam.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy chose not to elaborate on his observation and instead preferred to ask about the visit of Miss Darcy to the Colonel's family estate.

'When are you travelling, Fitzwilliam?'

'We hope to be away in the early afternoon.'

'And you are immediately for Derbyshire?'

'Yes, we are not travelling to town. Come, Georgiana, accompany me to the supper table.'

Colonel Fitzwilliam took Miss Darcy's elbow and together they crossed the room.

'Are you concerned about your sister's trip?' asked Elizabeth.

'Oh no, my cousin shares her guardianship as you know. I did think they might leave on Sunday. However I am sure they both wish to be away from Netherfield.'

'Of course. It would be somewhat awkward to remain as guests in such circumstances.'

'Certainly. I know that I would not want guests at such a time,' said Mr. Darcy.

'Then we will not be having company in town?'

'Absolutely not. I will not share you, Elizabeth.'

She gave him an adoring smile, which he was compelled to return. And in such a position they wished to remain but with the evening centred on both couples, they had duties to perform. Although Mr. Darcy was obviously reluctant to mingle, Elizabeth looped her arm through his and firmly grasped it with her hand. In such a position he was guided through further guests managing to keep his eye almost always on Elizabeth but with the requisite nods on receiving congratulations.

It took almost half an hour to finish doing the room and when they eventually made their way to the corner of the main sitting room and at least four feet from the nearest guest, Mr. Darcy breathed properly for the first time.

'Thank you, Fitzwilliam,' said Elizabeth.

'For what?'

'For acknowledging all the guests.'

'It was my duty and requires no thanks, my dear.'

'Oh but it does for I know that you dislike such gatherings.'

'I...I have been known to...I do not like crowds of people.'

'And thus your performance, sir, was quite outstanding. I think you do perform to strangers.'

He shook his head at her and brushing his mouth across her curls, he whispered, 'As do you, my darling.'

'I love assemblies.'

'Because you can use your wit to charm the room.'

'Obviously my supposed charm is not always in evidence. I am sure I remember that you were quite immune to it at our first meeting.'

He looked at her with a small frown and then taking her hand he led her from the room to the hallway which was empty as the guests all gathered at the supper tables.

'Shall we make a truce?' began Mr. Darcy.

'Why?'

'Because I no longer wished to be reminded of that time in my life when I was...when I was a stubborn fool.'

'Mr. Darcy, such admissions!'

'And only for your ears. No more talk of assemblies, please. I wish only to think of tomorrow.'

Suddenly Elizabeth felt the full weight of the wedding and seemed unable to keep up any further pretence with him.

'I am trying desperately to think of anything else.'

'Are you frightened, Elizabeth? Please do not be frightened.'

'I am not frightened. It is more that I am nervous.'

He felt a cold chill strike through him.

'Of me?'

'Of the change in my life. Of many things.'

'Of me?' he asked, his voice shaking slightly with panic.

'No, not at all.'

'Elizabeth, I ... I cannot think what to say to you. You must know that you are the dearest person in my life. I would wish that you welcome my attentions.'

'I do. And ... I wish for more. However that does not relieve me of ... I cannot speak ... you embarrass me.'

'Then we will speak of it no more. I only ask that you ... I love you, dearest Elizabeth.'

'And I do love you, Fitzwilliam.'

'Then all will be well. I ... cannot but ask that you always tell me of your feelings. I will not press myself on you.'

Suddenly she found herself reassuring him.

'I wish, I hope for your attentions always.'

She felt his mood lighten with her words and looking once more at him, she saw him begin to smile.

'Do you think that Bingley and your sister are quite as silly as we are, my dear? I meant to reassure you and yet you have turned the tables on me.'

'I am sure they are much sillier,' she replied.

They returned to the drawing room, gathered a little food on each of their plates and sat with Miss Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam while they ate. The evening concluded with coffee and tea poured as usual by Elizabeth and Jane. It was while she was pouring that Elizabeth began to finalise so much in her mind. This was the last time she would pour coffee in this house. This was the last time she would sleep in her room as an unmarried lady. This was the last time she would be the daughter of her parents rather than the wife of Mr. Darcy. This was the last time she would be resident in the district.

Although so much of her life was finishing, the expectation of greater events overshadowed them and she said farewell to Mr. Darcy with a calm resolve that they had come so far and yet it had not begun. He brushed his lips across her knuckles before alighting his carriage and only gave her the briefest glimpse as they passed through the gate.

That night was never designed for sleep by bride or groom. Rather they both rested and napped, waking often, as alert as any.

As daylight approached, Elizabeth's concern for her wedding night became more intense. She had no fear of him but the realisation was now so close that she felt a natural and very real sense of herself as a woman about to embark on the journey of marriage. There were no words or lessons that one could experience to overcome her anxiety. She knew only what she had heard whispered amongst friends and gathered from books. All else must be taught by him. On realising that, she felt calmer for she had already committed her spirit to him and it only required her body to follow.

Mr. Darcy's thoughts were mainly of mechanics. He must not seem anxious. He must be under good regulation. He must never rush her. As a man he found it difficult to refocus his mind from the vision of her with him. And as daylight crept across his room, his concerns lessened as the realisation of his thoughts crept closer.

Chapter 57

Posted on Friday, 12 December 2003

Having drifted into a somewhat deeper sleep around three o'clock, Mr. Darcy awoke with a start, reaching immediately for his watch. It was almost six o'clock. He laid back knowing that every detail under his control had been taken care of. His new clothes were hanging in his dressing room where he could hear Geoffrey fussing. His carriage had been cleaned overnight and his horses groomed. Instructions had been left in town and further had been issued from Netherfield to ensure that everything would be to his satisfaction upon their arrival. The ring he was to place on Elizabeth's finger was sitting on his dresser. He had checked the size against the measurement he had taken from her and it was exact. There was only one thing over which he had no control and that was the weather.

Wrapping himself in his robe he walked to the window. It was pitch dark but he could hear the sound of drizzle.

Elizabeth had also checked the day on first rising and when Jane entered her room they both seemed disappointed.

'Oh Lizzy, today of all days I was hoping for sunshine.'

'As was I. At least you have no travel.'

'Oh Lizzy, what a day!'

'I cannot believe it is finally here. Tonight we will be miles apart.'

'I cannot think of tonight, Lizzy.'

Elizabeth gave her sister a tense grin.

'I cannot stop thinking of it,' said Elizabeth.

'I know what will ... it is just that...'

'I know ... but I want to.'

'So do I but ... I wish you had been married first Lizzy then you could tell me.'

'Are you frightened?'

'No, not at all. I cannot wait actually. However it must be so embarrassing,' said Jane.

'At least it will be dark. Actually I thought perhaps that you and Charles had ... well more chance to...'

'Lizzy! No, we have not. There have been times when ... oh Lizzy, I feel ... I am sure Charles is just as nervous.'

'And I am sure the gentlemen are not. At least not regarding .... No doubt they are nervous about us.'

'Us?'

'Yes, Jane, I am sure they will worry about how we will ... be.'

There was a knock at the door and in came Mrs. Bennet and their aunt Gardiner.

'Oh Jane, you are here too,' said Mrs. Bennet. 'Have you everything ready, girls?'

'Yes Mama,' said Elizabeth.

'Your aunt and I felt we should speak with you about some things.'

Elizabeth and Jane exchanged hunted glances.

'Mama, I am sure that Lizzy and I have everything we need,' said Jane, hoping to end it there.

'Jane, Elizabeth, we do not wish to embarrass you,' said their aunt.

'Then I think we should dress,' said Elizabeth.

'First Lizzy, please listen to your mother.'

Elizabeth sat back on the bed, put her hands in her lap and looked up as her mother began.

'I had no opportunity to speak with Lydia but it is my duty to do so for you girls. Marriage is...marriage brings with it an obligation to ... there are requirements of a wife that must be obeyed.'

'Mama, both Jane and I understand the obligations of marriage. We are not children.'

'Do not interrupt Lizzy,' said her mother. 'I insist you listen. Although these are the duties of marriage, they are not necessarily to be feared. Your aunt and I think that the gentlemen are both very fond of you girls and as such you should expect that they will take care as it is the mutual affection of a couple which is important.'

'I must agree with your mother, girls. I have seen Mr. Bingley with you Jane and he is extremely keen to have your love. I am sure that he will always treat you with honour,' said Mrs. Gardiner. 'And Lizzy, what can I say of Mr. Darcy? He has proved himself to be a gentleman of the first order. His love for you is obvious in his every look and in his actions. And seeing you together at Pemberley was enough for me to know that he will treasure you, as you will him. Take care girls, and love these men. Your mother and I have been blessed with husbands who have treated us well and we are sure that you are about to embark on similar situations.'

'I know that your father upsets my nerves, girls, but he is the best father and husband and that is all we wish for you both,' added Mrs. Bennet.

'Thank you, Mama,' said Elizabeth, surprised at what they had both said.

'Now, have your breakfast trays come up?' said Mrs. Bennet. 'Hill, Hill, where are those trays? Lizzy and Jane must get dressed,' said Mrs. Bennet as she scurried out the door.

Mrs. Gardiner walked over and took the hands of both girls. 'Take care, girls. Your uncle and I have never been happier to see you both with such fine gentlemen. To see you so loved is our greatest joy.'

Both Elizabeth and Jane gave their aunt a hug as their trays arrived.

Three miles away, Mr. Bingley was seated at the breakfast table when Mr. Darcy came down.

'Just us, Bingley?'

'As yet. I think the ladies are dressing. As you, I will change after eating. So this is it Darcy! I cannot believe the day has come. At least it has stopped raining.'

'It is quite exceptional, I must say. Has the hired carriage arrived?'

'Yes and I have been to the kitchens and preparations are well underway for refreshments afterwards, although I am sure Caroline has it all in hand. How quickly do you intend to leave?' asked Mr. Bingley.

'Anxious to be rid of us all, Charles?' said Mr. Darcy, laughing.

'Not at all. You will not embarrass me, Darcy. It may be some time before we are together again.'

'That is true. You are welcome at Pemberley for Christmas.'

'I would rather have our first Christmas here.'

'Understandable. Did you sleep?'

'On and off. I imagine that Longbourn is all abuzz.'

'No doubt. I do wish to speak to Georgiana before we leave. I might go up to see her. Will you excuse me ... oh and here is the lady in question. Good morning, dear.'

Miss Darcy walked around the table and kissed her brother's cheek. 'Oh Fitzwilliam I am so excited. I do love Elizabeth.'

'And nothing makes me happier. You will have a sister at last.'

'Fitzwilliam, you are not wearing that!'

'No, my dear, I am not. I will change. I did not want to ruin my new coat and pants. Can I serve you?'

'No, I can manage. Go ahead while I see what delicacies Miss Bingley has ordered for you both,' said Miss Darcy as she walked to the sideboard.

'Bingley has arranged a hire carriage for you all to travel back here, my dear.'

'I hope it is better than the last one, Charles,' said Miss Bingley upon entering the breakfast room. 'There were not enough foot warmers and the rugs were positively grubby.'

'I am sure it is in excellent condition, Caroline,' said Mr. Bingley. 'Darcy I think I will go up. Thank you Caroline for taking care of the refreshments. Are you coming up as well Darcy?'

'Yes, I just wish a word with my sister.' He walked over to the sideboard where Georgiana was selecting her breakfast. 'I will miss you but it is only a few weeks before we will be all at Pemberley.'

'Oh yes and I will be happy to know that you have Elizabeth. Will you write to me when you get to Derbyshire?'

'I will. And I will tell you everything of my joy. I do love her so.'

Miss Darcy leaned up and kissed his cheek again. 'Good luck, my dearest.'

He smiled and waved a good-bye to Miss Bingley as he left the room.

At Longbourn, the ladies' hair was all woven and curled. The ribbons had been inserted in all the right places and they were both happy with the results. The servant finished doing up the buttons down the back of Jane's frock and she went to see how her sister was going. Elizabeth was pulling up her stockings.

'Oh Jane, you are dressed. Is it late?'

'No, I am early. So, do you think it looks right?'

Elizabeth ran her eye over Jane's frock, which was the very slightest shade of creamy pink in a soft dull silk. Around the high waist there was a satin ribbon in a deep rose colour, which matched her slippers. The lacey bonnet she was holding was trimmed with silk roses in the same colour with white ribbons.

'Oh perfect. The rose colour matches your cheeks. There my stockings are on. Now for the rest.'

'I will leave you to finish, Lizzy,' said Jane going back to her room.

Elizabeth picked up her slip and let it slide over her head then it was time for her frock. It was a heavy ivory silk with an embroidered border around the hem almost like damask. The sleeves were also finished in a narrower border of the same embroidery. She had white kid gloves and white kid slippers. Her bonnet had a crown of crushed ivory silk with a small brim covered with embroidery. Her ribbons were blue, matching those in her hair. The richness of the colour brought out the tone of her skin.

She stood in front of her mirror holding her bonnet. She would never be this way again. She would never be dressing for her wedding, anticipating her new life or feeling her stomach churn so much. He would probably be getting in his carriage now, all calm and reserved. He said he had new clothes and a blue coat. She could only imagine how handsome he must look. She looked again at her frock, her hair, her bonnet, everything. Would he think her beautiful in this? Ivory was his favourite colour on her. She pressed her fingers against her cheeks, chilling the blush that was already there.

At Netherfield Mr. Darcy was indeed dressed and waiting in the vestibule for his friend. They would travel together in his carriage with Mr. Bingley's carriage collecting the ladies. Mr. Bingley came down the stairs and both men perused the other not saying anything. They walked silently to the waiting carriage and sat opposite one another for the very short ride to the church.

Checking his watch, Mr. Darcy broke the calm. 'Quarter to ten, perfect.'

There was a little commotion as they drove through Meryton as some of the locals stopped to gossip. Mr. Darcy saw it all with some derision. The last thing he wanted on this day was public notice. He wished his wedding to be as discreet as possible. In fact, had Elizabeth resided in town, he would have wanted the ceremony at his home. As they approached the churchyard, two small groups of people could be seen outside.

'I do not know those people,' said Mr. Darcy.

'Probably here out of curiosity. You are by far the grandest man to be married in the district,' said Mr. Bingley.

'I do not need to be reminded of that, Charles.'

'Darcy, I think you are nervous. She will come, you know.'

'Of that I have no doubt. Whether or not I will get through this is another matter.'

'I have found a quiet acceptance. In fact I am very calm.'

'And that has also been noted,' said Mr. Darcy.

'You do have Elizabeth's ring?' asked Mr. Bingley, resulting in a look from his friend that would have wilted roses.

The carriage stopped and the servant rolled down the step. Mr. Bingley was first out followed by Mr. Darcy and both men trod carefully along the muddy path to the church door. Mr. Darcy turned to his man.

'Have the wheels cleaned and see to this mud. I will not have the ladies tramping through it.'

The gentlemen entered the church to find themselves alone. However quite quickly they heard their relatives behind them including Miss Bingley who had found it necessary to complain about the mud. The group all took seats near the front of the church and were just settled when the door opened again and Jane and Elizabeth entered with their parents. Kitty and Mary were behind with their aunt and uncle. In a rush of guests, they were followed by Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

Through all this it was some moments before each of the grooms saw their brides. Mr. Bingley was first to catch Jane's eye and his simple smile brought tears to her eyes. She struggled to find her handkerchief in her reticule as he approached her offering his own. He took her hand and it was enough to make her smile.

Mr. Darcy was behind his friend and if it was not for his superior height he would not have seen Elizabeth enter. Her frock was a deeper shade than her ball gown but with the bonnet it all served as a frame for her face. She had seen him immediately and was only waiting for him to find her.

As their eyes met, his mouth opened slightly, allowing her a rare glimpse of his teeth. He did not smile and nor did she, as their feelings were too intense for such a show. Instead their eyes told of a moment neither would forget as they met on this, their wedding day. The pause in their movements caused the guests to glance between them, most capturing the passion of their connection.

At last he moved, making her aware of their place and she walked up to him as he offered his hand. They were still standing together in the back of the church when the priest stepped out in front of the altar and beckoned Mr. Bingley and Jane. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy took a pew to the right of the aisle standing together.

The priest moved to the centre of the altar with his clerk by him. Mr. Bingley stood to the right of Jane as the priest began.

'Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony; which is...'

As he began to recite the formal solemnisation of matrimony, Elizabeth's mind began to drift away from the occasion of it all to the emotion of it and lowering her head she began to weep silently. Great gushes of joyful tears streamed down her cheeks and caught in the twisted cloth of her handkerchief. Mr. Darcy knew all of her feelings and rather than try to stop her, he joined her in allowing a tear to escape down his own cheek. She saw the drop wet his pants and looked sideways to see him watching her. Her lips closed, she smiled at him in a gesture of agreement and together they heard little more of the wedding of Mr. Bingley and Jane as they remained within their own reveries.

'...and grant them to inherit thy everlasting kingdom; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen,' continued the priest followed by the final reading of lessons from the various epistles relevant to matrimony.

And suddenly it was over, Jane was Mrs. Bingley, Mr. Bingley had a Mistress of Netherfield, and Elizabeth was Miss Bennet. There was a joyous round of commotion after the signing of the documents and Elizabeth found herself anxious to kiss her sister.

'Oh Jane, Mrs. Bingley,' she said as she looked at Jane's ring.

'Oh Lizzy, it is just all so wonderful. And now it is your turn.'

Elizabeth gave a slight nod and looked back at Mr. Darcy. He stood alone at the back of the church still almost immune to those present. He simply had no reason to consider anyone but her and she wondered and hoped if that would ever change; if he would continue his silent watch over her as he had done for more than a year now.

Congratulations, smiles, kisses and hugs travelled through those present until all were satisfied. The priest stood silent through it all but as the time passed and he checked his watch, he drew the gathering to order once more and called their attention to the next couple.

'Mr. Darcy, Miss Bennet. Are we ready to begin?'

She turned to Mr. Darcy and he walked across to her allowing her to take his arm as they progressed to the front of the altar. They stood side by side, not touching, as the priest began again, stating the reason for all present. For Elizabeth, it was incoherent. She could not possibly have rational thoughts through this, whereas Mr. Darcy stood tall and unmoving as if every word was important. He concentrated on the words, determined to make every second of this day a part of his memory forever. Yet he could feel the eyes of their families on his back and the immobile presence of Elizabeth beside him.

The priest's tone did not alter no matter what he was saying. It was nothing but a recitation of words he'd said hundreds of times before but it seemed so different to hearing them only minutes ago for his friend. The drone continued to echo off the stonewalls until suddenly they reached a part that brought them both back into the moment.

'I require and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their matrimony lawful.'

Like all couples in this state, this moment brought a hint of fear in them both. It was a relief to have it pass. And then before them both was the necessity to speak as the priest looked directly at Mr. Darcy.

'Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?'

Mr. Darcy turned his head to her and showing a smile only within his eyes, he spoke.

'I will.'

It was now Elizabeth's turn and rather than wait until the words were said again, she turned immediately to Mr. Darcy as they were repeated.

'Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?'

Forcing herself to overcome her emotions, she looked up at him through the blur of her eyes and whispered, 'I will.'

A spontaneous and bright smile radiated from him. It was enough to bring smiles and murmurs amongst the guests as the priest turned to her parents.

'Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?'

Mr. Bennet approached and reaching for her right hand, he gave it to the priest who in turn placed it carefully in Mr. Darcy's right hand. Then the words they had both longed for began, as they stood joined for the first time in their ceremony.

'Mr. Darcy, please repeat after me.'

And carefully and precisely Mr. Darcy followed the priest.

'I, Fitzwilliam David Edmund, take thee Elizabeth Anne Diana to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.'

Breathing heavily, he then let her hand loose and this time she took his in her right hand and shakily repeated similar words after the priest.

'I, Elizabeth Anne Diana take thee Fitzwilliam David Edmund to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth.'

Having now committed to each other in the eyes of the world, they found a renewed confidence and a great degree of their nervousness dissipated. As instructed they let their hands drop and Mr. Darcy reached in his pocket for her ring and placed it on the bible with a nod to the priest and clerk. The priest then took up the ring and handed it back to Mr. Darcy along with Elizabeth's left hand.

Elizabeth could only look at his fingers gently cradling the symbol of their union, glancing up only once as Mr. Darcy repeated the words.

'With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.'

She could feel his hand shaking slightly as he spoke and the trembling became noticeable to all as he pressed the ring along her fourth finger. As it reached its home, she grasped at breath to keep her steady, still unable to do more than glance quickly at him. Mr. Darcy was now so overcome with it all that he leaned in close to her, hoping to show her all he felt. Absorbed with each other, they were reminded to kneel for the blessing.

'Let us pray. O Eternal God, creator and preserver of all mankind, giver of all spiritual grace, the author of everlasting life; send thy blessing upon these thy servants, this man and this woman, whom we bless in thy name; that, as Isaac and Rebecca lived faithfully together, so these persons may surely perform and keep the vow and covenant betwixt them made, whereof this Ring given and received is a token and pledge, and may ever remain in perfect love and peace together, and live according to thy laws; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.'

He leaned down to them and took both of their right hands, and placing them one on the other, he said, 'Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder.'

The finality was so close now that they both held their breath as he addressed the guests.

'Forasmuch as Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth either to other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring, and by joining of hands; I pronounce that they be man and wife together. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.'

There was a hush over the church as he continued. 'God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favour look upon you; and so fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace, that ye may so live together in this life, that in the world to come ye may have life everlasting. Amen.'

It was done and the rush of noise through the church was palpable. Mrs. Bennet was heard to sigh, Miss Darcy was heard to weep with joy, Mr. Bingley was heard to laugh lightly, Mr. Gardiner was heard to give a quiet cheer and Miss Bingley was heard to grunt.

Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth stayed kneeling, both concentrating on the look and feel of their joined hands. Her ring was a simple band of gold, softly polished to show its true worth, with delicate engraving swirling around her finger and glistening against her skin. It seemed nothing would disturb them and so they remained as the priest returned to the altar and continued with the chosen psalm 67.

'God be merciful unto us, and bless us: and shew us the light of his countenance, and be merciful unto us.
That thy way may be known upon earth: thy saving health among all nations.
Let the people praise thee, O God: yea, let all the people praise thee.
O let the nations rejoice and be glad: for thou shalt judge the folk righteously, and govern the nations upon earth.
Let the people praise thee, O God: yea, let all the people praise thee.
Then shall the earth bring forth her increase: and God, even our own God, shall give us his blessing.
God shall bless us: and all the ends of the world shall fear him.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen'

As he finished, he turned once more to them and then looking up at the congregation, he asked for mercy on them all which was reciprocated by the crowd. They had still to undergo the series of prayers required to complete the solemnisation but the bliss of their moment was beginning to form within them and thus they heard little of the actual words as they could not bring themselves from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being husband and wife.

Elizabeth was so overjoyed that she had a momentary fond thought for all the prayers as they were the only things preventing her from leaning into his arms. Mr. Darcy knelt straight and strong, his fingers squeezing ever more tightly on hers as the minutes passed. He could not let her hand go or he might simply lose all control in his desire to hold her. And still they knelt as the priest continued.

'.... assist with thy blessing these two persons, that they may both be fruitful in procreation of children, and also live together so long in godly love and honesty, that they may see their children Christianly and virtuously brought up, to thy praise and honour; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.'

Each time the word Amen was said, they moved slightly, thinking it was over but again and again, they were thwarted in their efforts as they remained silently joined in front of God and their families with only parts of the prayers coherent to either.

'...let every one of you in particular so love his wife, even as himself ... ye have heard the duty of the husband toward the wife. Now likewise, ye wives, hear and learn your duties toward your husbands...wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord ... even as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord; whose daughters ye are as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.'

The dull chant of the priest's voice suddenly ceased and looking up at him, Mr. Darcy realised he had finished and gently he helped Elizabeth as they stood together. It was now time for both couples to take Holy Communion as rather than wait for the next day in the usual service, they had chosen to do it together on this blessed day. Jane and Mr. Bingley walked up and stood beside Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy and then they all knelt together as the clerk prepared the communion. The priest moved first to Mr. Bingley, then Jane and onto Mr. Darcy and finally Elizabeth, bestowing them with the culmination of the Christian blessing.

It was then that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth moved to the side of the church to sign the relevant registers. He sat and signed with a firm hand before presenting Elizabeth with his pen. She leaned over him and supported by his hand on her back, she signed, Elizabeth Anne Diana Darcy.

He took the pen from her and placing it back on the table, he stood and took her left hand, running his finger over her ring then he raised his eyes to the roof in a gesture of frustration. The day was so filled with the sheer mechanics of marriage that there had been no time for the emotion of it, the feel of it. But now...even now it was over, they had the restraint of company to keep them in check. She followed his eyes as he scanned the architecture then placed her right hand on his arm, she brought him back down to her. Her smile was pure exuberance and he simply had to respond.

Speaking freely for the first time although still in front of all, she whispered, 'Oh it is...I cannot believe how happy ... how...'

'I love you, Elizabeth,' was all he murmured.

Mr. and Mrs. Bingley led the way down the church followed by Mr. and Mrs. Darcy although the small group privileged to witness these unions began to crowd the aisle as well and on reaching the door there was little room to move. Mr. Darcy put his arm around Elizabeth and guided her through to the yard where there was much exchange of blessings and good wishes. Pulling on his gloves, Mr. Darcy said little, his smile freezing his face in ecstasy. He left the words to his wife who managed to say the right thing to everyone as they admired her ring and wished them joy.

There was a small group of servants who had walked to the church to see the couples and they too were endowed with Elizabeth's warmest words and they went back to their tasks full of gossip about the proceedings. Although they were no more than ten minutes outside, Mr. Darcy had had enough and still without a word, he took her arm and guided her to his carriage which was enough to encourage Mr. Bingley to do the same. As both couples boarded, Mrs. Bennet pushed forward and scurried from one carriage to the other offering her blessing while Mr. Bennet stood back, nodding his approval.

Elizabeth sat facing the front of the carriage as Mr. Darcy climbed in beside her. She arranged her frock and then looking at him, she raised her shoulders and pulled a face. He threw his head back a little and laughed. This momentary madness cleared them of their pent up energy and left them free to indulge in each other although the reality of their marriage was still too new to be understood fully. That such a short time could change them forever was impossible to absorb. But it had happened and they looked to each other for guidance on their next step.

Elizabeth could only think of the strangeness of it all. She had not only changed her title but her home and her life. Nothing of the things that she had always thought were hers would be with her now. She was no longer under the guardianship and guidance of her parents. Now it was all his. She was all his.

For Mr. Darcy, there was less change. He still had his home and his life but he had added to it with this day. Now he must protect her, keep her, defend her from the world. She had entrusted herself totally into his care and although he could think of no greater gift, he also felt the responsibility of it all. Her entire happiness was his to manage.

She sat there looking to him already, anxious for his next move. He turned her to him, gently shaping her shoulders in his direction. He removed his gloves and placed his hands against the sides of her face, his wrists joined to cradle it. His thumbs traced each of her lips and then outlined the tiny cleft in her chin. Her bare hands crept up to caress his neck and jaw as he leaned into her touch. She swept the tip of her tongue over her lips as they came together. His first kiss was on her lips but soon they grew in number and intensity as he searched for bare skin to fondle. Her hands, her fingers, wrists and knuckles all were touched until he had loved her as much as he could within the confines of his carriage.

The sound of gravel under the wheels signalled the arrival at Netherfield and the end of their short time alone. With a sigh audible to all, he quickly descended and turned to her offering his hand, 'Mrs. Darcy.'

Chapter 58

Posted on Wednesday, 17 December 2003

She smiled broadly at him as he spoke her name for the first time, which brought a similar expression to him. He helped her down and she was only just adjusting her clothing when Mr. Bingley's carriage came to a stop behind his friend's. When Jane alighted the sisters exchanged tentative grins before they were escorted into the house by their husbands.

The arrival of the other parties followed immediately with the vestibule becoming crowded in no time. Mr. Darcy stood next to Elizabeth, his hand gently on the small of her back, but firmly set to remain there throughout the proceedings. First there were her aunt and uncle to greet followed by her sisters and finally her parents who had been talking with Jane. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Miss Darcy seemed to hold back a little until the throng of Bennet guests had had their due. They then came quietly over with Miss Darcy offering Elizabeth a kiss first.

'Oh how easily I have become second in your life,' Mr. Darcy teased.

'Oh, I am so sorry. I did not wish to upset you Fitzwilliam.'

'My dear, I am not upset. I was teasing you a little.'

'Oh, I...you rarely tease me in front of others.'

'And because of that I must apologise. I think the day has me in a strange mood.'

'Miss Elizabeth...oh, Mrs. Darcy, you will have to keep your husband from such frivolous moods, in future,' said Colonel Fitzwilliam.

Laughing, she replied, 'I am not sure that would be a good idea, Colonel Fitzwilliam. I think I prefer him when he is frivolous.'

'And I prefer to not be spoken of in such a way. My moods are my own,' said Mr. Darcy, in quite a superior tone.

'And proudly possessed, I think,' added the Colonel.

Mr. Darcy glared at him before Elizabeth interrupted them. 'I think we should join the others. Please come, Georgiana, you must tell me when you will be at Pemberley.'

The two ladies began to walk away and quickly Mr. Darcy found his hand with nothing to support. It took him two strides to be beside Elizabeth again. As she felt his hand back in its place she smiled up at him.

'You must not leave me, my dear,' he said.

Miss Darcy blushed slightly at overhearing his words and quickly pretended to see someone she needed to speak to. As she stepped away, however, Elizabeth tapped her arm.

'Please do not leave me so soon, Georgiana. I am sure we can speak very well even if your brother insists on overhearing it all.'

Miss Darcy glanced up at her brother and was surprised to see no response from him. Colonel Fitzwilliam then caught up with them and the four walked to the refreshment table where a light cordial punch was being served. The ladies both took a cup while the gentlemen preferred wine. They turned in unison to find Miss Bingley in front of them.

'I wished to be one of the first to offer my congratulations, Mr., Darcy.'

'Why, thank you Miss Bingley.'

'I am sure you will find Pemberley more than delightful,' she added looking directly at Elizabeth but avoiding using her new name.

'The delights of Pemberley can only be enhanced by the company of my husband,' said Elizabeth, looking Miss Bingley directly in the eye. 'Surely no lady can have greater happiness than to be Mrs. Darcy.'

Miss Bingley managed a brief and perfunctory nod before walking away. It was obvious to all that she was deeply humiliated and somewhat affronted at Mr. Darcy's marriage. However her options were limited. Any visible censure was sure to terminate any acquaintance she would have with the couple and she had no wish of that. Miss Bingley's connections were centred on Mr. Darcy. Simply mentioning his name was enough to have her invited to occasions quite beyond her normal circle and her most treasured times were those spent at Pemberley where she was sure to meet the best of society.

Jane and Mr. Bingley were happily entertaining Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and beckoned the couple to join them. Mr. Darcy smiled as warmly as he could at his friend and slowly followed his wife to speak with her parents. Elizabeth kissed them both then watched as Mr. Bennet took her husband aside.

'I would have a word, Mr. Darcy.'

'Certainly, sir. Elizabeth, please excuse me. Mrs. Bennet,' he added with a nod.

'Mr. Darcy, I have never seen my Lizzy so happy and I expect it to continue.'

'If it is in my power to do so, I will ensure that Elizabeth is always smiling.'

'Good, good. As it should be. A new bride should be all smiles. I have told the same to Bingley.'

Mr. Darcy nodded, not sure what to say next. He was saved by the arrival of Mr. Bingley and the departure of Mr. Bennet.

'I see our father-in-law has extended his thoughts to you also, Darcy.'

'Yes, but I suspect it is only what we would do in his situation. I am sure he is not afraid of us.'

'No, I do not think he is afraid of me.'

'But you think he is of me?'

'Not afraid as such, but perhaps wary. He knows you so little.'

'Then I hope he will soon see that my only desire is to make his daughter happy.'

'Come, Darcy, we must mingle.'

'Yes, I suppose we must.'

He walked back to Elizabeth and took his already accustomed position next to her, hovering like the proud protector. She glanced up and back at him as she sensed his presence and that was enough to buoy him for the second approach of his mother-in-law.

'Mrs. Bennet,' he said as she drew near.

'Oh Mr. Darcy, how handsome you look in your blue coat. I can see that Mr. Bingley has guided you to the right places for wedding clothes,' said Mrs. Bennet with no concept of impression she was making. Mr. Darcy had no reply for this tactless comment but Elizabeth did.

'Mama, I am sure that Mr. Darcy has the finest tailors.'

'Of course he does, my dear, but I do like the colour of Mr. Bingley's coat so much.'

Elizabeth sighed and allowed her hand to squeeze Mr. Darcy's arm just a little. He pressed his hand just a little firmer into her back ensuring she knew his feelings.

'Mama, when do my aunt and uncle return to town?'

'Oh on Monday I think. I am not sure. My brother always wants to rush away. I cannot understand it. I much prefer the country.'

'But he has his business to take care of.'

'I have told him again and again that he should buy somewhere and remove his family from town. Oh here they are. Edward, when do you return to town? Lizzy wants to know.'

'Monday should see us there,' said Mr. Gardiner. 'Mr. Darcy, will you be long in town? I suspect you are in a hurry to get this girl to Pemberley.'

'I am, sir,' said Mr. Darcy. 'But I have some things to take care of in town first. We will be there for a few days. I hope you will visit us when we are settled in Derbyshire. I am always seeking a fishing partner.'

'And you shall have one, sir. I will write you at the first opportunity I have to leave my business for a while.'

'Oh, uncle, we so look forward to seeing you,' said Elizabeth. 'Aunt, you must try to come in the new year.'

'I think we will be in town until spring, Lizzy. It is quite a busy time for us all. And you need some time with your husband before your relatives are on your doorstep.'

'You are welcome at any time, madam,' said Mr. Darcy. 'It would be my greatest pleasure to have you as my guests.'

Mrs. Gardiner nodded with pleasure and then taking Elizabeth's arm she guided her a little away from the group.

'Lizzy, take care and keep your life as joyous as it is at this moment. He is quite the most attractive man,' she said, looking back at Mr. Darcy. Catching their combined glances he frowned then gave a half-hearted smile, not sure of their conversation.

'He is indeed, aunt. But I treasure his mind as much as his countenance.'

'As you should but I always say that it never hurts to be handsome. I am sure your children will be quite beautiful.'

Elizabeth blushed. 'Aunt, I have never heard you speak so. I cannot think of children.'

'Of course you can, my dear. There is no disgrace in loving your husband,' she said with knowing smile. 'You can want for nothing, so you have the pleasure of enjoying your marriage to the fullest.'

At that Elizabeth made a move back to her husband, not wishing to speak anymore of subjects that were still clouded with a veil of inexperience. As she approached, she saw him check his watch.

'Is it time?' she asked.

'I am at your leisure, my dear. We will leave when you are ready. However I would rather not be travelling these roads at night. It is bad enough that it will be dark whenever we arrive.'

'Then I think we must take our leave. Let us say good-bye.'

She took his arm and guided him through the guests, saying good-bye to her dearest family and friends. Mrs. Collins wished to see them soon in Kent, which brought no response from Mr. Darcy or Mr. Collins. Miss Bingley did what she could to ensure she was invited to Pemberley as soon as possible. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner promised to write and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet both looked quite wet in their eyes, as did Miss Darcy.

'Good-bye Mama, Papa,' said Elizabeth. 'I will write as soon as I am settled. Goodbye Kitty and dear Mary. Good-bye Georgiana. We will see you soon.'

'Good-bye Lizzy,' said her mother. 'Take care of all I have said to you, my dear.'

'Farewell, Elizabeth,' said her father. 'Good-bye Mr. Darcy. I have entrusted you with my favourite daughter.'

'Good-bye Mr. Bennet. I will take the greatest care of her,' said Mr. Darcy. 'Good-bye Mrs. Bennet. Georgiana, we will see you at Christmas. Take care of her Richard.'

'I will. Good-bye Darcy. I wish I could have your luck.'

'Luck has little to do with it, Richard. Farewell.'

During all this Jane and Mr. Bingley had stood aside wishing to be the last to say their farewells. Elizabeth turned to her sister and they both began to cry. Never would they reside in the one home again. Their lives would separate from this day and with such a distance between them, even ample finances made it difficult to be close.

'I will write often, I promise,' said Jane.

'As will I. Just a note, anything to keep in touch. Good-bye Charles. Oh good-bye Jane.'

'Good-bye Lizzy. I will write tomorrow. Good-bye Mr. Darcy.'

'Good-bye Mrs. Bingley,' he said with a grin. 'Charles, my friend, I wish you a life of bliss.'

'Ah, bliss, there is nothing better,' replied Mr. Bingley patting his friend on the back.

The departing couple made their way outside where Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth into the carriage. He took his place beside her and as they pulled away, she had a brief glimpse of her family as the carriage turned out the gate. Suddenly it was over. She had moved out of the realm of her childhood family and was now part of his. She was a Darcy. Contemplating that brought a sigh as she curled her fingers in her lap.

'Are you cold?' he asked as he arranged a large soft fur rug over her knees. 'Here let me get you another foot warmer. Please put your feet on this.'

Smiling at his attention she spoke softly to him. 'There is no need to fuss over me, Fitzwilliam. I am quite warm.'

'Oh. I thought you were shivering.'

'It is all so strange, is it not?'

'This? Us?'

'Hmmm. I keep expecting some member of my family to interrupt us.'

'Heh, I am sure they will not.'

'No, they will not ... Are you happy?'

'Elizabeth, what ... why do you ask? Do I not seem happy to you?'

'Yes you do but ... it was silly of me but it seemed necessary to ask. I was thinking of something to say.'

'Oh.'

Minutes of silence filled every corner of the carriage until she could stand it no longer.

'Why is it, do you think, that we can no longer find anything to say? That is, now, when we should have so much to say.'

'Perhaps there is simply too much to say,' he replied.

'It is very beautiful,' she said suddenly, as she examined her ring.

'Merely a reflection of its owner,' was his reply. 'You are so lovely.'

She caught his eye for a fraction of a second before her feelings overcame her and she was forced to look down and away from him. He said nothing and still refrained from touching her in any way. She gradually lifted her eyes to the window and the passing landscape.

'It has stopped raining,' she said without thought of anything other than breaking the silence.

'It has not rained since before dawn.'

Slowly his words registered with her and she looked at him with a little frown. 'How did you know it was raining before dawn? Were you awake perhaps?'

'I was.'

'Then you had a restless night?'

'I think it might be a family trait.'

'Why do you say so? Was Georgiana also awake early?'

'I was referring to this family ... this small family within this carriage.'

'Oh.'

'You too must have been awake to know that it had been raining this day.'

'Oh ... But then it is expected of a bride. I must be nervous and fearful.'

'I have often heard that. Pray, tell me, of what is a bride to be nervous and fearful?'

She smiled at him, knowing what he wanted her to answer. 'The occasion. One must obviously be nervous about leaving home.'

'You did not seem reluctant to leave Hertfordshire,' he responded, fully aware of their game.

'But I have always liked travel. Look there is a deer.'

'And a very nice deer it is too. Elizabeth, why were you nervous and fearful?'

'That is a truly ridiculous question, sir. There has never been a bride who has not been so on her wedding day.'

'Because she is afraid of her wedding night?' he said wishing to bring the subject out in the open.

'Because she has been closeted at home with her parents all her life and is suddenly cast into the world with no one but her husband to care for her. For you know that a new husband can never be as secure to a bride as her father.' She raised her eyebrows as she finished.

'Hmmm, then perhaps we should return and I will ask your father to accompany us to town,' he said very seriously.

For a moment she believed him, that is until she saw a flicker about his mouth. 'Mr. Darcy, I will not be teased so on my wedding day. And particularly not by my husband.'

'Then I shall become serious.'

'Oh.'

'You are quite the loveliest woman I have ever known, do you know that? And today of all days, with your hair wound with blue ribbons springing from under your bonnet and your dress just the colour of your skin ... I have never beheld such a vision.'

'Oh.'

'But perhaps I should cease as I remember you once said that poetry is the death of love.'

'Did I?'

'You did.'

'Well that was quite silly of me, was it not?'

'Extremely silly,' he replied, his voice deepening. 'May I kiss you?'

'Now I have made you afraid. Why did you ask?'

'Because ... suddenly there is nothing between us. Nothing to hold me...us back. I think you are right. It has made me fearful.'

'I would not have you so,' she replied.

'I would not be so but I think we are both caught by the sudden change in our situation. I envy Bingley. He has only to empty his house to be alone. We have four hours of travel.'

'I should say about three. I am sure we have been on the road for an hour.'

'Hmmm.'

'May I ask what has you so thoughtful?'

'Are you teasing me Elizabeth or do you really wish me to tell you?' he said looking straight in her eyes.

'Oh Fitzwilliam,' was all that escaped her lips before he kissed her.

It was a firm but loving kiss, his mouth lingering enough to express his passion but no further. He pulled away gently, running his tongue across his lips, savouring the taste of her. She moved with him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him just as he had kissed her. As she withdrew, she felt surprised at her own actions. He noticed her expression and smiled.

'I am glad that you are no longer fearful of me,' he said.

'I was never afraid of you.'

He lowered his chin and tilting his head, he looked knowingly at her, bringing a smile to her.

'Perhaps a little. But that was some months ago. And it was not fear, it was...'

'Loathsomeness.'

'Oh no, I was never loathed of you. I am sure I was never that!' she said with a tempting lilt in her voice.

'Dearest loveliest Elizabeth. Three hours is such a long time.'

'Not so long. I am beginning to enjoy this journey and would not wish to be Jane at all.'

'Would you not?'

'No. They have the household to deal with and cannot sit so privately as us and talk.'

'That is true. I do enjoy your words, Elizabeth.'

'I cannot listen to you enough, Fitzwilliam. And as we are both of a similar mind on this, perhaps we should fill in our time by you telling me again what you think of my dress.'

'Oh so now the lady seeks the words of a poet.'

'I merely think that our time would be well spent in talking and I can think of no better subject than us. As I wish to hear more of your feelings for me, so I wish to tell you how handsome you look in your new coat. It is the most perfect shade of navy blue and I do so like you in dark colours. You must wear it every Sunday to church.'

As she spoke, the rug slipped from her knees and Mr. Darcy bent to retrieve it, tucking it securely around her. As he leaned over her, she slanted her face against his waistcoat and breathed deeply, inhaling him. The expulsion of her breath tickled him and he stroked his cheek against hers in a gentle caress.

'Oh Elizabeth, how I want you,' he whispered next to her ear, his lips brushing her lobe as he spoke. She lifted her hand to the side of his face and gently stroked his skin with the tips of her fingers. It was a gesture of pure passion more poignant than if she had offered herself to him at that moment. He could think of nothing but loving her and his body responded immediately. She could not help but see his change but rather than inhibit her, it brought her to a point where she had never been before. She pressed herself against him, wishing they were anywhere but travelling. He kissed her neck beneath her ear then slowly traced his lips forward until he was at her throat. As his lips moved, his hands became part of his loving and he swept them up her sides to rest on the outside curve of her breasts.

As intimate as it was, she did not flinch from his touch and they stayed there together, paused in their embrace until he sighed heavily and removing his hands, he pulled back to look at her. She was first to speak, not able to leave him wondering how she felt.

'I love you so ... so very much.'

It was enough to make him smile widely before sliding back into the depths of his yearning.

'Three hours?' was all he said.

'Probably more like two and a half,' she replied.

They nodded at each other and sighed in unison.

'Oh there is another deer,' said Elizabeth.

'Yes and it has definitely stopped raining,' he replied before they both began to laugh.

Of course Mr. Darcy knew exactly how long they had been travelling as no one who was that fastidious could not know. At exactly two hours into their journey, the carriage pulled into the small inn that they had used on their previous trip to London. The innkeeper seemed very prepared, as it seemed that other guests were not permitted this day. Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth inside where she took some time upstairs before returning to find him seated at the table enjoying a warm cider. He stood as she entered the room holding his hand out to her and smiling. The innkeeper addressed her as Mrs. Darcy and although she simply loved the sound of it, she still felt it strange.

To add to the oddity of it all, was the treatment she received as Mrs. Darcy. She had been raised as the daughter of a gentleman but never had she been treated with such deference and honour as in these last few hours. Her attempts at friendliness to the wife of the innkeeper resulted in a tiny nod but none of the connection she might have gained previously as Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Suddenly the world saw her as quite above it, raised in status to such a degree that her word could affect their lives. It was not something that Elizabeth found entirely comfortable. She took her seat next to Mr. Darcy and touching his arm, she gave him a wonderful smile.

'Are you hungry, my dear,' he asked.

'No, not at all. I would like some cider though.'

Mr. Darcy nodded at the innkeeper who quickly provided her with the cider. The food on the table was carefully chosen for its quality and she was tempted by baked apples and poached pears as well as an ample variety of ham and mutton. Mr. Darcy ate a little ham and one baked apple but Elizabeth was happy to imagine the innkeeper's family enjoying the remainder when they left.

During all this, Mr. Darcy found himself somewhat agitated, feeling all the responsibility of his wife. He could accept nothing but perfection for Elizabeth and so his voice took on a tone of demand and authority, intolerant of the slightest lapse. He was aware that he was acting under some strain but on this special day, he could brook nothing but excellence in himself. He even found he was reminding himself to smile often at her and when he did, he hated himself for being such a man. He wanted to smile at her, he smiled just thinking of her but now his upbringing forced it to be lessened.

Elizabeth smiled back at him through it all but was not unaware of his demands on himself and others. She had rarely seen him so nervous since their time in Kent, at least that evening in Kent. She touched his arm as he took his seat by her once more and squeezed it slightly causing him to turn to her.

'It is all so perfect,' she said, hoping to relieve him a little.

His smile was tense and his words more so. 'For you it must always be so.'

She could do nothing but be with him in this and for the first time Elizabeth became aware of the responsibilities of a wife, particularly the wife of such a man. He would never accept compromise in himself or others and probably never in her. It pained and puzzled her to see him so intent on having things just so. She felt the need to take him away from it all and hold him, letting him know that what she wanted to see was his smile rather than his burden. But that was something to be kept for another time and another place. He was her husband and he was determined to show that to her and to the world.

Although both enjoyed the short break, they were extremely anxious to begin their lives. This journey seemed merely a delaying tactic inflicted on them by a cruel world. They entered the carriage with relief and settled into the warmth of each other with great zeal.

'I am so happy to be on our way again,' said Elizabeth.

'Oh yes. I cannot abide delay but it had to be. The horses needed some rest and more than that, I would not have you tiring.'

'Oh Fitzwilliam, I do not tire that easily. I am a great walker as you know.'

'But a lady needs...your needs must be satisfied.'

'Oh they are, by you, at every turn. I have never been treated with such attention.'

'So you are warm and...'

'Fitzwilliam, my darling, please. I am warm, comfortable and very safe here with you. If I wish for anything I will ask you but for now I wish to hear what plans you have for us in town. You said you had some business to attend to and while you are doing so I thought I might visit my aunt, if that is suitable to you.'

'My business is all yours, Elizabeth.'

'Mine?'

'Yes, I have...there are some things that I wish to...show you.'

'I cannot stand surprises. You must tell me.'

He laughed. 'No I will not. There is one thing you do not know of me Elizabeth and that is my stubbornness in these matters. I will not give in.'

'Oh sir, I think you are challenging me. If so, there is one thing that I can tell you about me it is my ability to overcome any such games. I will discover your secrets.'

She leaned towards him, unexpectedly at ease, and touching his thigh, teased him with a pout. He withdrew just a little from the closeness of her face but his eyes revealed his pleasure in her actions. As she continued her glower, he became more aware of the position of her hand and unconsciously his eyes lowered to it. She followed and immediately became aware of the intimacy she had taken. As she was about to withdraw her hand, he placed his on top of it, securing her fingers within his. He leaned to her and they kissed in a mutual release of tension.

As he pressed his back against the seat once more, she heard him whisper, 'Such a long journey.'

'Yes,' was all she replied.

They sat side by side for the remainder of their journey as the regular sway of the carriage soothed them. It was not long before Elizabeth felt the fatigue of the day and slipped into a hazy nap that brought little real rest. Her head nodded one or two times before he put his arm around her allowing her to nestle against him. He was compelled to rest his head on hers at once and together they reclined in a state of relaxation after the events of the last year and before the culmination of their union.

The increasing sounds of people and horses together with the slight chill of the afternoon brought them both upright and looking out. It was almost dark even though it was not yet five o'clock and they both noticed the slowing of the carriage as the bustle of town increased. With it came excitement in both of them. Their journey to their new life was almost over and they could begin.

Elizabeth watched the spread of people as they passed and the enquiring looks to see the occupants of such a fine carriage. The nearer she approached his home, the more she became aware of her improved status and the more she became aware of him.

Mr. Darcy began to sit straighter, adjust his clothing and prepare himself for their arrival. He watched carefully as they made their way through the late afternoon throngs of traffic and pedestrians and only relaxed as they entered the area of town in which he lived. Slowly the traffic lessened, the noise dropped and the odours changed to the scents of a finer life. The carriage turned the last corner and they both looked to one another with tentative smiles.

The staff was quickly at the door, footmen lined up with heavy torches. Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth down and led her past them to the vestibule where she was once again overtaken by its beauty. The servants were lined up in order of position and with the help of his housekeeper, each one was formally introduced to Elizabeth. Through the opening of her coat, the younger girls were seen to notice her fine dress and when her coat was removed there was an audible sigh from some of them.

They moved to the main reception room after the introductions where they were presented with tea, including a delectable array of small cakes and fruits. Once left alone, Elizabeth offered to pour and he smiled as he recalled the many times he had daydreamed of such a moment. She flushed with joy and embarrassment at his looks for he never once withdrew his gaze. His attention was as intent as at any moment in their relationship. They sat together and enjoyed their tea, touching and caressing each other's hands and fingers. They ate a little, said less, merely reveling in the thrill of anticipation.

At last he stood and offered his hand to her.

'Are you tired?' he asked quietly.

She lowered her face from him. 'I am not sure. I think ... perhaps it ... it is all so I cannot say what I feel.'

He made no reply, simply offering his hand. She slipped her fingers in his and let him lead her upstairs. They said nothing even when he kissed her hand before opening the door to her suite. She walked through and he closed the door behind her and strode deliberately to his own door, entering without any pause. His man was waiting and Mr. Darcy went through his normal routine after such a journey, the regularity of it all soothing him from nerves.

Elizabeth found her new maid waiting anxiously in the dressing room. Her wedding clothes seemed to be all unpacked with her items of toilette neatly arranged.

'Ma'am, there is a bath ready if you wish,' said the servant indicating another door.

Elizabeth opened it to find a small bathroom which she had not seen before. The bath was centred in the room surrounded by a large linen press. There was a small fire burning in front of which were three white linen towels on a wooden rack. Elizabeth took her bath with great pleasure, enjoying the feel of the water over her and the removal of travel grime. She dampened her hair without washing it, as she had no wish to spend the necessary time to dry it. Her choice of nightclothes had grown since her trip to town and each was carefully folded in drawers.

'Ma'am, I did not know which you preferred. I will press it immediately.'

'The ivory silk with the blue,' said Elizabeth, slipping into her robe as the maid left with the nightdress. It was only minutes before she returned with it, perfect in its creaseless state. Elizabeth slipped it on, complete with her slippers and robe. The maid brushed her hair and left with no request to return until called. Elizabeth stood looking at herself in the mirror.

Mr. Darcy, having no new surroundings to become used to or new servants to deal with, was bathed, dressed and at leisure within half an hour of entering his room and took to his armchair to contemplate the night.

After leaving her just on an hour, he walked determinedly to the adjoining door with no hint of hesitation. She had shown no shyness with him and he was not about to allow any silly thoughts detract from this moment. His knock was gentle but firm but there was no reply.

Elizabeth had returned again and again to her mirror, adjusting her robe, winding her hair, unsure of her appearance at this special time. Returning once more to the bedchamber, she was startled to find Mr. Darcy standing there.

'Elizabeth?'

'Oh!'

'Did I frighten you? I did knock but...'

'No, not at all. I was just ... I did not hear you.'

Her eyes suddenly focussed on his robe, the tail of his nightshirt visible beneath. She blushed as he took her hands.

'It is difficult but I have dreamed of having you here for so long,' he said.

'It is all so new and exciting. I am sure you cannot be this handsome and love me,' she said grinning.

'The second part I can account for,' he replied. 'You are wearing the same colour as your frock. And the ribbons. You are very beautiful.'

'As are you. Kiss me, Fitzwilliam.'

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