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Chapter 13

Posted on Thursday, 30 December 2004

Elizabeth moved gracefully down the garden path leading to “their” bench feeling especially well this morning, and wanted to enjoy the solitude of Longbourn’s gardens for perhaps one of the last times before her marriage. She knew Darcy would soon join her, and she smiled at how very shortly they would be man and wife, forever united in the sight of all of Meryton and their families.

How happy will we be then in just a few days time.

The weather had cooperated with crisp air and sunshine, and Elizabeth took in a deep breath smelling the aroma of hearth burning fires and the loam of the gardens falling asleep for winter.

Closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sounds of the garden, she was disturbed by voices raised in anger. Trying to recognize them, she opened her eyes toward two figures near the house.

I know that voice.

Elizabeth gasped as she heard Darcy and Lady Catherine in a heated discussion in the small wilderness nearer the house.

“How dare you defy your own mother’s wish?”

“I have done no such thing, Aunt. Neither of my parents had any serious intentions of approving your notion of marriage to my cousin.”

“But what of Anne? She has waited all this time for your offer.”

“Even Anne does not wish for this union that you desire, as we have discussed on several occasions over the course of some years now. We both have merely agreed to allow you your fantasy rather than openly oppose you until there was need.”

“You cannot be serious to align yourself with such a family which is so decidedly below your own, without money or connections.”

“I have no need in further status or wealth, Aunt, but rather to marry someone I can respect and regard.”

“Anne has those qualities, Fitzwilliam.”

“But she does not love me, nor I her.”

Lady Catherine snorted. “That is of no consequence. You will come to admire and revere each other as your marriage lengthens.”

“As did yours, Madam?”

“We are not talking of my marriage, nephew!”

“It is just the sort of marriage of which we are speaking, Aunt. You wish to arrange a marriage between myself and Anne as your father arranged yours to Lewis DeBourgh, and in which you were immensely unhappy. I tell you I will not submit to such a travesty, nor allow you to disrupt my plans to wed Miss Bennet. She is the one woman whom I can love.”

“Love! What is love? Some useless emotion you are not permitted in our circle. You will be shunned by everyone you know for your love of this woman, ignored by the whole of London society if you go through with this.”

“I have never been intimidated by the whims of society, Aunt, nor am I fearful for Elizabeth with your predictions of censure. All whom she meets will recognize the gentility of her birth to give her the respect which is her due.”

“Nephew, I will see to it that she is not accepted. I will seek out all in our circle to have her ignored and snubbed her wherever she goes.”

Darcy’s expression was as cold as Elizabeth had ever seen as he stood before his infuriating aunt, his great height towering over her to bring his feelings to bear.

“You would dare have my wife maligned because I elect to have a happy marriage with a woman of my own choosing? You would be so vindictive and spiteful to one of your own family? Madam, you go too far.”

“I am your nearest relation and so have some say in whom you are to marry!”

“No, Madam, I am not under your authority while my uncle still lives. Nor am I inclined to obey so vicious a relation who has no one’s interest at heart but her own.”

“Fitzwilliam, whatever do you mean?”

“It is not my happiness nor Anne’s that you seek, but rather the control of both Rosings and Pemberley with this match that you would promote. I tell you now that I will not permit it.”

“This is not to be borne! You intend to defy me then?”

“Yes, Madam, most vigorously.”

“Then I would speak to Miss Bennet directly. At least she will see reason to call off this match for which you are determined.”

Darcy’s anger now was coupled with fear that his Aunt’s verbal barrage would do harm to Elizabeth, and he could not allow it.

“I would have my say to her.”

“No, you will not! I would not have you upset her with your spiteful words.”

Darcy stiffened to prevent his Aunt’s further foray into the gardens, but it was too late. When they turned into the path he saw Elizabeth standing in witness to their exchange.

“Miss Bennet, a word if you please.” The tone of Lady Catherine’s request left no room for dispute.

For her part Elizabeth’s calm demeanor at the elder lady’s outrageous behavior gave Darcy hope that his beloved could withstand this assault. He heard her soft voice reply.

“Lady Catherine, do what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

“To have you at once desist in your intention to marry my nephew.”

“I am sorry to disappoint, but I cannot break the engagement without my family ruination-“

“He is already betrothed to my Anne. It was his mother’s wish as well as hers. They were promised while they were still in their cradles.”

“Why should your demands be given precedence over their own desires that neither of them would have a say in the matter involving their own future?”

“I will not be spoken to in this manner, Miss Bennet. Do you know who I am?”

“You are the aunt of my future husband, and I hope would wish him every happiness in his marriage.”

“And who are you, Miss Bennet?”

“I am a gentleman’s daughter. Mr. Darcy is a gentleman. We are equals.”

“But who is your mother? Who are your uncles and aunts?”

“If Mr. Darcy has no objections to my lack of family connections or wealth why would I?”

Suddenly changing tactics the elderly woman offered, “I am a very wealthy woman, Miss Bennet, and if you would consent to break off this engagement to my nephew at once and I will…see that your family is well compensated.”

“Aunt!”

Elizabeth remained calm. “Lady Catherine, I think you already know my family’s honor is not for sale at any price.”

“You…you intend to ruin him then?”

“I only intend to act in a manner which will constitute my own happiness without regard to you or anyone unrelated to myself.”

“Obstinate, headstrong…your marriage would be a laughing stock. If you truly love him as you say you would not have his name used in gossip and rumor?”

“I do love your nephew more than you will ever know and will stand by him with my only purpose…” Elizabeth glanced at Darcy. “… to make him happy, regardless of your displeasure.”

“Unfeeling, selfish girl! You are of no account! Your family is nothing! But if you are determined to have him destroyed, then I shall know how to act.”

Before Darcy could admonish her further, Lady Catherine turned with a parting shot. “Upon my return through London, I will have your household informed of Georgiana returning to Rosings with me before she too can be affected and likewise displaced in society.”

Darcy disbelief in this statement left him to sputter, “What?”

“I will not have my niece shunned by our circle because of your behavior, nephew. Georgiana will remain with me until her coming out next year with I will oversee her debut.”

By now Darcy was livid. “Madam, you will do no such thing! I have already made arrangements to have Georgiana abide at Matlock House for the duration of my stay in London. Your brother the Earl, has authority over both of us, not you.”

His eyes were afire with rage at this woman who he had begrudgingly respected during his formative years, but now could no longer abide with her threats to his family. “If you are unable or unwilling to accept my marriage then you will leave here at once, Madam, and I will never have the pleasure of your company in future.”

“Nephew, you would sever all ties with one of your own family for this…new alliance?”

“I would, Madam, and gladly. I have no further wish of any connection with you. Good day!”

With a look of disbelief Lady Catherine knew she had lost the battle of wills with her nephew.

He is indeed his father’s son, ever stubborn in his countenance, ever determined in his decision.

Feeling keenly the hurt of his having abandoned her as his family in favor of this young…woman, Lady Catherine was too prideful to allow him know her injury, holding her chin higher. “Very well,” she hissed, resigning him to his fate, her skirts swishing as she turned toward her carriage. Seeing Elizabeth, Lady Catherine’s eyes narrowed with her frown.

Entering the conveyance, she huffed, “I will not acknowledge any regard for you, Miss Bennet. You do not deserve my consideration. You are nothing to me or to any of those I know.”

Anne sitting beside her, had watched in awe the whole confrontation, viewing the couple with eyes as large as saucers at both Darcy’s and Elizabeth’s defiance of so formidable a personage as her mother. Remaining silent, a tentative smile appeared behind her handkerchief.

“In future I will know how to act.” Rapping her cane on the roof of the carriage, Lady Catherine ordered, “Drive on!”

The groomsmen hurried the carriage with a jolt down the drive back to Rosings while Darcy and Elizabeth looked on.

When the carriage was out of sight, Elizabeth finally let out her breath, her legs threatening to collapse beneath her. Darcy’s arm held her to his chest to keep her upright while she tried to recover from her trembling.

“Do you think she is done with us, or does she yet have other intrigues to disrupt our happiness?”

“I have no idea, but in two days time, she will no longer be able to interfere.”

“And what of her threat to Georgiana? Would she publicly challenge you for custody? How can your aunt hope to circumvent your authority while you are still your sister’s guardian?”

Darcy raged dissipated with his wish to allay Elizabeth’s anxiousness. “Aunt Catherine is quite upset at present, but I had always thought her to be a sensible woman, and am certain she will be unwilling to interfere in my plans for Georgiana’s debut in society. Rather, she will do all in her power; use her influence to make a suitable match for Georgiana, her only unmarried niece. Perhaps now will be as determined to have one for Anne as well. No, be assured her threats are empty ones in that regard. You need not worry on those grounds, Elizabeth.” His hand cradled her head against his chest, caressing her cheek. There was a paused before he added, “If we are now to be her estranged from us, this might be the last time we will ever have to be in her company.”

“How fortunate for us if that be the case,” Elizabeth voiced her unkind thought, grateful that she would no longer be subjected to his aunt’s wrath, but immediately felt guilty for the remark when Darcy merely nodded in agreement. It was several minutes before Darcy felt Elizabeth finally begin to calm in his embrace. Witnessing such embarrassing behavior from one of his family members helped him more fully understand those of hers.

Although he knew his aunt might try to influence those in his circle against Elizabeth, especially the elderly matrons of high society, Darcy was confident that his true friends would be curious to wait until they met his wife to form an opinion, and upon Elizabeth’s début he was confident that all would adore her as he did. Smiling, he was assured that his most fervent wish was soon to be realized, to have Elizabeth be his wife forever.

His concern for her safety was paramount, however, with his asking, “Are you unharmed by my aunt’s diatribe? No dizziness or pains?”

“All is well,” she whispered. “I am quite recovered, although being party to such a display is quite tiring.”

His arms tightened around her as he whispered, “let us return to the house, and have Jane take you to your room to rest.”

She did not argue, but merely requested, “Can you just hold me in your arms awhile longer.” He was only too happy to comply.

The day before Darcy’s wedding Caroline had finally gotten a letter from Louisa, telling of an intrigue involving Mr. Gardiner and his dealings with privateers supplying the French instead of supporting the British forces during the Napoleonic War. This was highly treasonous if news of it fell into the wrong hands. How Louisa came across such an intrigue Caroline could not guess and neither did she care except that it be the means of dissuading Mr. Darcy once and for all his discontinued attachment to Eliza Bennet.

When she made her way down to breakfast at the early hour in order to accompany her brother on his daily visits to Longbourn, Charles could not refrain from commenting his surprise on her readiness to travel.

“Caroline, you are up and about quite early today. Can I take this new found punctuality due to your approval of Miss Bennet as my choice of bride?”

“Yes, Charles, I wish to join you on your visit to Longbourn this morning.”

Realizing she had not answered his inquiry to his satisfaction, he remained somewhat curious and asked further, “You do not intend to repeat your misgivings of my aligning myself with the Bennets? I must warn you it will have no affect on me. I am quite determined to have Miss Bennet as my wife. If that be the case, you can save your breath for another topic.”

Trying to sound sincere Caroline nodded for the servant to pour her coffee. “You misjudge me, Charles! I have no intention any longer in repining over your engagement to the eldest Miss Bennet.”

Charles sat up straighter at her speech. “You no longer object to my marrying Jane?”

“With you now so resolved to ruin your chances to heighten your status in society I can do no more than continue to argue which would only persist in causing your anger. Though loathed with her family’s lack of connections I am resigned to the fact that Jane is the one Bennet for whom I could acknowledge.”

“You could?”

“Yes, Charles. As Louisa and I once remarked, Jane is a pleasant girl. She seems to care for you a great deal, and I suppose will make you an adequate wife.”

Charles paused to sip his coffee, and raised his brows at Caroline’s changed attitude, smiling that his sister had finally come to her senses. “I can’t tell you how happy this makes me, Caroline. I hope you and Jane will become the best of friends, devoted as any natural sisters.”

“Yes,” she replied quickly, “as do I, Charles.” Thereafter she remained silent on the subject choosing to use her fork to scatter her eggs about the plate while musing of her brother’s wish that she and Jane become sisters.

You think it so, Charles, if it gives you comfort, however unlikely.

And she added sweetly, “I am sure that will be the case, Charles.”

“Good, good, then,” Charles answered relishing his meal with gusto, happy at his family becoming united in his happiness. “The carriage will be ready after we have breakfasted. I will call you then that we may depart for Longbourn at an appropriate hour.”

“I shall be ready, Charles.”

Caroline smiled, having eaten as much as she wished, stood to depart his company. Having finally received a letter from Louisa, she felt armed to entreat Mr. Darcy with such devastating news of his intended’s relations that even he could not allow this engagement proceed. She returned to her bedchambers to finish her toilette and retrieve Louisa’s missive, placing it into her reticule. Before long a servant knocked upon the door to relate Mr. Bingley’s readiness to depart. She left her rooms to meet Charles on the landing of the stairs where he offered her his arm.

“This is promising to be a glorious day, is it not, Caroline?”

Her right eyebrow rose as she tried not to sneer at the prospect of enduring another such tedious visit in company of the Bennets, but merely answered, “Indeed, Charles.”

His eagerness was apparent as he handed her into the carriage and jumped into the seat across from her, slamming the door. “Roadster, you may proceed.”

“We shall stay but a few hours today as Darcy said the wedding preparations are quite taxing for all in the house, and I have no wish to intrude.”

“Yes, well, there may not be a wedding when I tell Mr. Darcy of my news.”

“What news?”

“Something that will show him the true nature of his soon to be relations in town, something so dastardly that Mr. Darcy will have no choice but to put a stop to this ill conceived notion of aligning himself with such a family by marriage!”

For but a second or two Charles was frozen in shock at her words. Knowing why he could not let this happen spurred him into action. Banging his cane on the roof he shouted an order.

“Stop coach!” When the carriage came to an abrupt halt, the coachman jumped from above and neared the window wondering of his master’s distress. Bingley gave no explanation.

“Roadster, take us back to Netherfield at once!”

Within moments both occupants felt a lurch as the carriage began to slowly turn round.

“Charles, what are you doing?”

“I should have known! Caroline, I will not allow you to try to break apart Darcy and Miss Elizabeth’s wedding.”

“But Charles, you cannot be serious! He cannot love her! She is just using him, marrying him for his wealth and prestige!”

“No, Caroline, you would marry him for the reasons you mentioned. Elizabeth has never shown that she was impressed by anything other than his character.”

The carriage halted in the drive of Netherfield with the coachman jumping from his seat to open the door and fold down the step. Charles stepped from the carriage and held out his hand for Caroline to join him. She remained unmoved on the seat and refused to allow him to assist her out.

By now Bingley was livid of her trying to disrupt not only his future but now Darcy’s as well.

“You will return to the house immediately!” Still she did not move. “Caroline, come!”

“I will not!”

Charles saw Roadster avert his eyes, dutifully remaining silent at this altercation between the two. Bingley whispered into the carriage door, “Caroline, you are making a spectacle of yourself!”

“Charles, you must allow me to visit that I may intercede on poor Mr. Darcy’s behalf, for he knows not the kind of family he is about to align himself in marriage. Louisa’s letter will explain all!”

She thrust the missive into his hand, and he hastily read it gaining a truer understanding of its contents. It was not anything remotely scandalous or shocking. Mr. Gardiner dealt with exporting supplies to The Society for the Betterment of the Poor*, a charity even Bingley knew to be set up for humanitarian purposes, and no one who ever participated in such was ever reprimanded by either crown or country. He sighed.

“This is nothing of any import, and regardless, it would have no bearing on Darcy’s decision to wed Miss Bennet. He has already made his wishes known, and will not be receptive to any attempts to impede his wedding with this idle report. You will only cause him perturbation in your company if you try to go forward with your plan.”

Bingley knew for some time that Darcy could barely abide either of his sisters, and had only been polite out of deference to their friendship. Now having been privy to Darcy’s true reason for marrying Elizabeth thanks to Jane’s admissions, Bingley was not about to have Caroline to interfere further.

“But Charles!”

“No! You will not persuade me to yield on this point, Caroline, and if you continue to pursue this course of action, I…I will have no other choice but to have you sent back to our sister’s house this very day!”

“Charles, you would not dare!”

“Well, I have no wish to for I know how it would upset you to have your own brother treat you in so rough a fashion, but do not force my hand, Caroline. I will not be moved in my decision on this issue. Darcy will be married to Miss Bennet in two day’s time.”

On seeing how dejected she appeared made him relent somewhat of his harshness if not on his ultimatum.

“I will allow you stay, Caroline, if you promise you will not continue to interfere. If you feel you cannot make me that promise…then…I expect you to have the servants pack your trunks that you may depart in the morning.”

“But-”

“No, do not give me your reply straight away for you have much to think on before my return from Longbourn. Then I will hear what decision you have reached.”

Caroline huffed in defeat when she could not move Charles to her way of thinking no matter her begging, whining, or degrading his character. She had always been able to mold his decisions to hers easily with him the youngest child and so eager to please.

She barely recognized this more assertive Charles who now acted more that of an older brother, exuding confidence, ready now to take up the responsibilities and duties of a head of his house and master in his own right, a man Caroline would have respected and admired had she not been trying to get her way in this matter.

Had his love for Jane Bennet transformed him? How could so docile a creature as she be responsible for so altering an equally compliant brother?

Charles brought from her reverie. “Caroline?” He again offered her his hand. She finally took hold of it, allowing him to aid her from the carriage. He smiled slightly at her acquiescing to his wishes without more arguing, something he so detested.

His voice had softened. “Thank you, Caroline. I shall give Jane your best wishes, and will return before the dinner hour to have your answer.”

He squeezed her hand before releasing it to re-enter the carriage and ordered it to be off once more. Caroline watched as it disappeared out of the driveway and down the lane the short distance to the next estate.

She stared down at Louisa’s letter, realizing the hopelessness that its contents could somehow have dissuaded Darcy to have a change of heart. With a defeatist air she turned to walk back into the Netherfield parlor. After re-reading the letter once more, she dropped it into the fire where the thin page was instantly consumed. She sighed and went to her rooms to have her trunks packed, knowing she would no longer be welcomed here.

*This is a fictitious charity as I could not find a specific one for the purpose of this story that I envisioned much like today’s Red Cross. However, there were several charities set up to aid many of the less fortunate during this period.

The night before her nuptials, Mrs. Bennet gave Lizzy a “talk” about the wedding night, stealing into her room and sealing shut the door. After pausing against the door she whispers loudly, “Oh, Lizzy! I would speak to you on a matter of some import.”

Elizabeth stopped in mid-action noting at her mother’s unsettled demeanor, and wondering of what terrible news she has come to relate. Her mother hurried over to the bed and sat beside her daughter holding her hands. “Mama, what is it? What would have to say?”

“Oh, Lizzy, you must be brave and endure all, for it is your duty as a wife to allow him his due!”

Elizabeth sighed in relief that all was well, and that her mother was merely speaking of what was to come. Nodding for her to continue, Elizabeth tried to hang upon her mother’s every word.

Lowering her voice to a loud whisper, Mrs. Bennet continued. “It is not usually of an extended duration, so you will not be put upon for long…and if you do not move around much, but stay quite still it will be over sooner than later…then he will leave you in peace removing to his own chamber, and not bother you more for some time.”

When Mrs. Bennet stopped speaking, Elizabeth noticed how very flushed her mother had become at broaching this subject as she haltingly added, “You…you don’t have any questions of me, do you, Lizzy?”

Her daughter saw that the woman wished it not to be so, and shook her head with pursed lips. “No, Mama, you have told me all I need to know. I have nothing further to ask of you.”

Relief spread upon Mrs. Bennet’s face, and she nodded, and she rose to leave. “Good, good then. Oh my poor nerves! Well…then, yes…that will do then. Good night, child.” Mrs. Bennet leaned in and actually kissed Elizabeth’s head and sighed and left.

Lizzy just smiled and shook her head, waiting for the door to close behind her mother. As soon she was sure the woman was well down the hallway, Elizabeth buried her face in a pillow to laugh at the absurdity of the conversation, vowing to ignore all. Then coming to the realization that this was an act in which her mother obviously found no enjoyment Elizabeth amusement soon faded into pity.

Chapter 14 - The Wedding

Posted on Sunday, 2 January 2005

The wedding took place at week’s end with Saturday dawning in bright sunshine though the weather was crisp with a light snow covering the ground. All were dressed in their finery, and almost all was in readiness. Darcy and Bingley stood in the front of the church with the parson awaiting Elizabeth’s entrance. Had Darcy been at all calm he might have noticed how wonderfully the flowers were arrayed around the chapel in sprays of white and yellows, a testament to Mrs. Bennet’s talents. As it was he was oblivious to anything but the closed doors at the back, waiting for Elizabeth to come to him.

With a rush of galloping horses in the soft snow came a large carriage bearing the Darcy coat of arms. The horses snorted clouds of breath as they were reined in when they neared the church. Colonel Fitzwilliam alit from the coach, straightening his uniform before handing out Georgiana that she could bear witness to her brother’s happiness. As the young lady was ushered into the vestibule by her cousin the anteroom door opened and Elizabeth emerged. She gasped. The Colonel immediately took Elizabeth’s hands, bowed and smiled.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, it is good to see you again.” She curtseyed, failing to keep surprise from her voice. Although she knew Darcy had written informing him of their nuptials there had been no reply.

“I am happy we arrived before the service commenced, Miss Bennet, and might I add you make a lovely bride. Darcy will be delighted when he lays eyes on you.”

She blushed over very pale cheeks. “You are most kind, Colonel.”

Richard noticed her pallor, but thought it due to stress of the day. “Ah, but we are to be family now. You must call me Richard.” He smiled hoping to illicit one from her as well.

“Quite so,” she sighed, not wishing to waste what little energy she had remaining in arguing a moot point.

He had already turned to the young lady who accompanied him. “We will go find our places directly, but first may I present my younger cousin, Miss Georgiana Darcy. She was very desirous to meet you. Georgie is this Miss Elizabeth Bennet, soon to be your sister.”

“You are so beautiful. No wonder my brother is in love with you.”

“Miss Darcy, I thank you. It is my fervent hope we will become as dear as sisters now.”

Georgie smiled as this was her hope too, and replied, “then you must call me by my Christian name for I would like to call you Elizabeth.”

“I would want that too, Georgiana.” Elizabeth’s reply was more breathless.

Elizabeth was already tiring from the stress and grew faint just then and began to sway. Richard caught her arm and aided her to a chair in the anteroom. Both Jane and Georgie were worried for Elizabeth’s health, and all hovered about.

Mrs. Bennet, still unaware of anything amiss, thought perhaps it was merely pre-wedding jitters, fanned Elizabeth and then herself, worrying that Darcy might wish to postpone the wedding.

“Oh Jane, I fear we may need my smelling salts!”

Mrs. Gardiner wisely thought not, and silently handed Elizabeth a glass of water to sip.

Even the Colonel could readily see the difference between the robust young woman he had met in Kent and this Elizabeth who’s complexion was so wane, wondering of her suffering some malady. “Perhaps Darcy should be informed of your faintness, Miss Bennet?”

“That mightn’t be necessary, Colonel,” replied Elizabeth. “I will rest for a moment while you and Miss Darcy…Georgiana find your places. Mama, could you help them?” Elizabeth now brandished that smile Richard had wished from her, easing his mind.

The Colonel bid as he was told as he could see Miss Bennet’s attendants seemed to have things well in hand for the moment. Escorting Georgiana and Mrs. Bennet out of the anteroom and into the chapel proper he stood beside the robust Mr. Gardiner. Georgiana caught her brother’s attention for Darcy smiled showing his dimples, happy that Richard had managed to get her here with him.

Meanwhile in the anteroom Mrs. Gardiner held Elizabeth’s hand and requested, “Jane, could you get Lizzy some tea?” Jane had the maid fetch a cup of chamomile tea while her aunt made Elizabeth recline for some moments.

When Jane returned with the tea, she watched as Elizabeth sipped the calming brew. Mrs. Gardiner’s hushed tones were filled with worry. “Indeed, Lizzy, you are very pale. If you do no feel well enough, should we not have Mr. Darcy be told? He would not wish you to risk yourself.”

Elizabeth bit her lower lip but finally nodded. “Let us wait a few minutes longer to see if my strength returns. If it does not, you have my permission to inform Fitzwilliam.”

Jane held Elizabeth’s hand and caressed her forehead for some few more minutes to be rewarded. In the short time Elizabeth did finally begin to rally. Assuring them both that she now felt well enough she gave Mrs. Gardiner leave to have the ceremony commence.

Meeting her father in the vestibule Mr. Bennet smiled saying in jest, “Well, my dear, this is your last chance to change your mind.”

“Indeed, father, I have no desire to do so.”

With a touch of sadness he replied, “Very well, then, let us have this done.”

Walking down the aisle after Jane, Elizabeth leaned on Mr. Bennet’s arm that he smiled whispering to his favorite, “soon my dear, you will have a stronger arm than mine upon which to lean.” She nodded back and smiled.

Kissing her cheek, and giving her away to Darcy, Mr. Bennet then went to stand beside his wife who was waving her laced handkerchief. He deftly took it from her and dabbed his own eyes, and then proceeded to blow his nose upon it. When he tried to hand it back to his wife, however, he noticed his wife’s shocked stare, and promptly shoved the offending cloth up his sleeve

The minister began with, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join…”

Darcy was worried at Elizabeth’s paleness and whispered, “Lizzy?” She tried to smile.

”I am fine,” she whispered back, both ignoring whatever the parson was opining to the point that Reverend Baker had to clear his throat to get their attention.

“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…”

Darcy saw that Elizabeth’s paleness was not improving and he grew more impatient.

No, impediments whatsoever! Get on with it, man!

“Fitzwilliam Darcy, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife…”

Yes, Lord, yes.

“I will.”

“Elizabeth Rose Bennet, wilt thou…”

Darcy suddenly smiled at learning Elizabeth’s middle name.

How very appropriate a name for you, my love.

“…promise to love, honor, submit and obey?”

He squeezed her hand as she whispered her reply, “I will,” and smiled, drawing strength from his gesture.

Darcy reasoned that she was unwell from all the stress, so hurried through his vows in one breath beginning with, “I Fitzwilliam take you, Elizabeth to my wedded wife…” continuing until he reached the end with, “…and thereto I plight thee my troth.”

He could barely hear her whispered vows in return, but then she smiled as she finished, and her eyes were sparkling in the rainbow light from the stain glass windows. He swallowed forgetting all but her gaze, and the minister nudged him to “place the ring on her finger and repeat after me.”

Darcy needed no further prompting, and recited, “My love, with this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly good I thee endow, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.” He placed the ring on her finger, and held both her hands in his.

The minister said more prayers and gave his blessing over the couple and opined something about marriage that neither of them heard before he finally pronounced that they be man and wife to the applause of all. Darcy felt how heavily she now leaned upon his arm, but her face was radiant with joy.

While nodding to those he passed as they strode down the aisle Darcy whispered to her, “Mrs. Darcy, should you feel faint I have no qualms about picking you up and carrying you out of this church.”

She whispered back while smiling at the congregation, “I thank you for the kind gesture, Mr. Darcy, and should I feel the need of such an action, you will undoubtedly be the only person I would allow to do so.”

She smiled and persevered through the receiving line outside, while still leaning upon him for support and added, “for now, however, I require only the strength of your arm.”

As the couple neared the carriage, ready to depart the short way to Longbourn, Darcy knew that he would have her to himself for the few moments it took for the coach to arrive at the house to partake in the wedding breakfast. Even though they were in an open carriage, Darcy could not refrain from kissing her and holding her against him.

“I wish we were able to leave now and not be party to all the frivolity to come. You are not well, Mrs. Darcy.”

“I am well enough to participate in some of the festivities my mother and sisters have prepared, Fitzwilliam, but should I begin to fade, you have my permission to have us depart. Do you not agree that is a fair compromise?”

“I find myself in agreement only because I know it is your wish, but I will not compromise your health for anyone including members of your family. The moment you feel faint, I will act in your best interests only.”

She nodded and he kissed her again, caressing her cheek tenderly.

When the driver halted the carriage at the front entrance of Longbourn, the coachman jumped down and opened the door and lowered the step. Darcy alit first, then handed Elizabeth down gingerly and did not relinquish his arm about her waist until he could seat her in a chair at the center table. He drew his own chair nearer to hers so his arm would be her constant source of strength.

The wedding breakfast was a feast not to be outdone by any of the neighborhood anytime soon. Mrs. Bennet had seen to that. There were all manner of meat dishes as well as the best fish available at this time of year along with a veritable array of choice vegetable dishes and sweet cakes and puddings. A good quality wine and cider were distributed as was a festive punch for all the ladies. The neighbors commented on the variety of the foods on display to keep them all busy while several others were called upon to make toasts to the happy couple.

Everything was prefect and all had a wonderful time for several hours eating and more congratulations until mid afternoon. When Elizabeth sighed heavily Darcy knew at last that she would not argue of their staying any longer at the festivities, and announced their departure. This brought on jeers and lewd remarks that they both ignored as he helped Elizabeth rise and approach his in-laws to make his farewells.

Mrs. Bennet whined. “Oh, Mr. Darcy, you are taking our dear girl so very far away to Derbyshire!”

“I promise to write faithfully, Mama,” vowed Elizabeth wishing to keep her mother’s laments to a minimum, but Mrs. Bennet would not be gainsaid.

“If only Mr. Bennet will oblige to take us all North we could come for an extended visit. We would all have such a lovely time!”

Darcy’s eyes grew large at that prospect while trying to keep his composure. Taking note, Mr. Bennet allayed the young man’s fears. “And yet I am not moved to do so, my dear. I shall, however, make an effort myself to scribble a few missives to appease all in present company.”

“I thank you, sir,” responded a relieved Darcy adding, “it would be a pleasure to hear from you. I will reciprocate for more advice and discussions.”

“Then I look forward to it.”

Mr. Bennet shook hands with Darcy. Then, hugging his daughter with tears glistening his eyes, he said, “I shall miss you, Lizzy.”

“And I you, father.”

Mr. Bennet glanced over her shoulder at the young man. “Take good care of her, Mr. Darcy, else what you hear from me shall not be pleasant.”

“You have my solemn word, sir,” vowed Darcy. Mr. Bennet nodded.

Darcy then took Richard aside to ensure that Georgiana be taken to Matlock House should Lady Catherine make good on her threat to retrieve her.

“Do not fear, Darcy. While in my care, your sister is as safe as when she is with you.” Richard then slapped Darcy on the back, and they hugged. “Congratulations, old man.”

Georgie stood shyly beside him waiting to hug him good-bye too.

“Elizabeth and I will arrive at Pemberley in less than a fortnight, Georgie, weather permitting. Richard will take you to Aunt and Uncle Matlock for the time being. I shall miss you.”

“And I you,” Georgie whispered, and gazing at Elizabeth she added, “she is wonderful, Fitzwilliam. I know you will be very happy.”

“I already am, Georgie. I already am.” Darcy hugged his sister tightly and kissed her cheek.

Jane was saying her good-byes to Lizzy, and placing the tea draughts in her reticule. “Put several teaspoons in for each dose, Lizzy, and do not miss any. Mr. Darcy says a Dr. Smith will have more prepared for you when you arrive in ton as he will henceforth take charge of your care.”

Lizzy merely nodded. Charles approached the couple and Jane continued speaking. “Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will be in London in a day’s time that you may see them before you make your way to Pemberley.”

Jane then began to cry, thinking of never again having nightly conversations with her dearest sister in a shared bed, and so hugged Lizzy tightly. “Oh, dear Lizzy, you are going far away from me. You will write me often, will you not?”

“I shall, dear Jane. I promise.” And they hugged once more.

Bingley came up to Jane beside the carriage with Darcy rejoining them. Charles clapped Darcy’s arm and then hugged him. “The best of luck to the two of you, Darcy, I can see that you are truly happy.”

“Thank you, Charles for all your support.” Bingley merely nodded and took hold of Elizabeth’s hand, kissing it. “I wish you all the best, Mrs. Darcy, and await the day I may be your true brother and you my sister.”

“As will I, Mr. Bingley.”

Bingley held her gaze for a while longer as though he wanted to add more to his farewell, but he had promised Jane to say nothing of it to anyone. This included even those involved in the secret. Bingley was a man of his word. Instead he merely smiled and squeezed Elizabeth’s hand before releasing it.

Darcy held Jane’s hands whispering, “I thank you too for easing our discomfort over the course of this week,” and then adding, “I am honored that you are now my sister.”

She nodded, blushing and then accepted Bingley’s offered arm to move away from the carriage.

Darcy aided Elizabeth onto the step of the carriage only to have all three of her younger sisters rush up to wish her good-bye and both of them well.

Then Lydia lamented in her sudden realization. “Oh, but Lizzy, Mr. Darcy, you will miss all the dancing this evening at the Assembly! Mama says everyone in Hertfordshire shall be there.”

That was indeed what Mrs. Bennet was expounding upon as they heard her shrill voice above the drone of well wishers attesting to the fact that ‘Mr. Darcy can’t take Lizzy away before the dance in their honor. It is just not done! What will we do? What will people say?’

Overhearing this exchange, Darcy narrowed his eyes and frowned imagining all the disgustingly lewd remarks that would be made if the guests of honor absent themselves from the ball. Feeling how heavily Elizabeth now leaned on his arm while talking to her sisters, however, Darcy knew where his first duty lay. They were leaving…now!

Mr. Bennet gazed first at the dark circles around Lizzy’s eyes, and then at the countenance of her spouse. Mr. Bennet had only seen that stern determined set to the young man’s jaw once before, on the day Mr. Darcy had asked for Lizzy’s hand that he would brook no one’s opposition.

No, Mr. Darcy, now her husband would not give way this time either.

Trying to appease his wife, Mr. Bennet quipped, “well, well, my dear, what are we but fodder for our neighbors’ amusement? All will understand that Mr. Darcy, having waited for so long, would wish to have his bride to himself rather than share her with an assembly room filled with dancing. I dare say he will survive all the innuendos that pass for conversation for such a social faux pas, as will we.”

Patting His wife’s hand and leaving her for the moment with the Gardiners, Mr. Bennet neared his new son-in-law with an unspoken understanding of Darcy’s reasoning behind his decision to depart earlier than was called for.

In a quiet voice, Mr. Bennet asked, “Though you had begrudgingly agreed to this ball, sir, I wonder if you ever had any intention of attending it.”

Darcy stared at his father-in-law for a long instant before his features softened to give the gentleman as honest an answer as he could manage. “Yes, I had reluctantly agreed to the ball, sir, but it was with the fullest intention that we be present because of your daughter’s wish to dance at her wedding.”

“Though you dislike dancing?”

Continuing to stare at his father-in-law Darcy smiled, and with cheeks that actually blushed he finally confessed, “It…is not the dancing I dislike, sir. Had Elizabeth felt well enough I would have gladly danced every set with her, only relinquishing her to her father.”

Mr. Bennet smiled nodding. “Amazing, isn’t it, what the right partner can do?”

Darcy nodded.

“Take care of her, son. She is my treasure, you know.”

“I will cherish her, sir.”

Mr. Bennet could only nod, turning with eyes misting at the loss of his favorite’s company to this young man, the only one who truly deserved her for he knew her worth.

Elizabeth was saying to her sister, “Then you will have to dance an extra set for me, Lydia, for we plan to be in London by nightfall.”

“I shall, Lizzy. I shall dance every dance!”

After many hugs and kisses with promises of letters all three younger sisters finally moved away from the coach door to have Darcy aid Elizabeth in, following close behind.

Mrs. Bennet wailed, “Oh, Mr. Bennet, what are we to say of their absence at the ball?”

He sighed. “Well, my dear, as all in Meryton know of Mr. Darcy’s dislike of the activity, they will simply acknowledge the fact that he had not the wish to dance. Trust that the rest of us will have a merry time of it.”

“But it will be talked of!”

“Yes, yes, it will be talked of, and then it will be forgot.”

Without missing a breath Mrs. Bennet’s mind switched directions to wail anew. “Oh, Mr. Bennet, one of our girls married, and another soon after. Has God not been good to us?”

He nodded in the affirmative. “Yes, we are very blessed, my dear, we are indeed.”

He then tried once more to abscond with her second fluttering kerchief but she snatched it from his reach, and glared at him before she too turned to regain the comfort of Longbourn with him following close behind sniffing slightly. It seemed all in Meryton had crowded about to wave at the disappearing carriage until it was well out of sight before beginning to disperse.

Darcy had at last settled Elizabeth beside him into the closed carriage, ordering it to move down the lane. He tried to insist she lie down, teasing her with, “Mrs. Darcy, you did just vow to obey me, did you not?”

She teased back, gazing at him through thick lashes. “I do seem to recall replying in the affirmative to that question put to me, sir.” She smiled.

Too weary to put up any argument she allowed him to pull her onto his lap in his embrace with her feet resting on the seat. Her arms wound around his chest. He smiled and sighed, “ Mrs. Darcy. I love the sound of that.”

Having his sweet wife on his lap, he gazed into those eyes that sparkled in the afternoon sun. His arm pulled her closer to have his lips melt onto hers in a slow, lingering kiss that left her sighing. Trying to calm he hugged her tightly to his chest, laying the carriage rug across her legs. The rocking of the carriage soon aided her in falling asleep in the security of his arms. He was hopeful that he would not have to awaken her when the coach stopped to change horses to have them arrive at their London townhouse that evening. Darcy caressed her cheek, trying to keep optimistic that the day’s events had not been too much of a strain for her. Gazing contently upon her sweet face, his heart swelled with joy that she was finally his wife.

Chapter 15

Posted on Wednesday, 26 January 2005

They arrived in London in early evening with Darcy permitting Elizabeth to be introduced to the staff lead by his inscrutable housekeeper, Mrs. Caruthers, a woman formidable in her efficiency as well as her gruffness, and not to be trifled with by any weak-minded fools. She reminded Elizabeth of Longbourn’s Hill in stature and continence, and someone to be respected and taken seriously. Elizabeth smiled at this elder woman conversing in such a warm way as to peak Mrs. Caruthers’ curiosity to wish to know more of this new mistress who was now her superior in rank.

If the master deemed her worthy enough to be his wife, I must defer to his judgment.

This housekeeper, however, knew she was of a mind to wait upon a closer acquaintance to form her own opinion of the lady in question. She also knew this would be the case for the rest of the servant staff as well who had seen the master grow from early teen years into the man he was today. Many of them had had witnessed his trials of losing his parents, and his subsequent loneliness with only his sister as close family. They had worried over him during this terrible spring and summer when the master seemed to have lost in his mind for those months only now to appear the model of a happily married man. The servants would all wonder at the change wrought by this young girl with the smiling eyes and warm demeanor that could melt the master’s heart.

Mrs. Caruthers was brought out of her revelry by a quiet word by the master himself as his wife was being acquainted with the butler. Darcy asked, “Mrs. Caruthers, please have the chef informed of the change of menu to a simpler fare to be sent to our rooms above stairs as neither I nor my wife are in the mood for anything elaborate.” Mrs. Caruthers nodded and then spoke quietly to one of the servants to have Andre apprised of the situation.

When Elizabeth had whispered to Darcy before they entered the house of her inability to keep much down this day, he decided to curtail any thoughts of her touring the house until later in the week.

Before escorting her upstairs, he drew his butler aside to make it clear to his trusted staff that they use their discretion when informing all who called upon them that they were not to be home to visitors for the time being.

The couple retired early to her chambers where Darcy left her with the maid to attend her into night clothes. At first both Elizabeth and Betty simply stood in the room of pale yellow walls and dark mahogany furnishings polished to a shine with wax. Delicate vases of lavender and lilacs filled the air with the wonderful fragrance. Small cherub figurines and paintings of spring scenes decorated the rooms adding to the feeling of comfort that Darcy wished conveyed to Elizabeth. She smiled at the thought of him choosing items he knew she would find reassuring with his taking her away from all she had known.

“A very cheery room, Mistress,” Betty voiced afraid to touch any of the porcelain figures. She began to unpack Elizabeth’s trunk while her mistress still wandered about.

“Yes, a very cheery room, indeed.”

Later having changed, Elizabeth was resplendent in very beautiful lingerie, a present from her aunt Gardiner. Betty left her at the dressing table brushing out the last of the tangles from her waist length hair.

Darcy entered her room, having removed his top coat and vest, now wearing only a shirt, breeches, and stocking feet. With two glasses of red wine in his hands, he stopped at the door unable to move, he was so captivated by the sight of her. Unashamed, he stared at her soft beauty barely concealed by the gauzy material, the husband in him wished for nothing more than to take her to his bed and devour her.

“Fitzwilliam, what is the matter? Do you dislike this? I thought…”

Coming out of his stupor, he stammered, “No, you are so beautiful. You cannot imagine how fortunate I feel to have finally secured you.”

He strode over to her to hand her a glass. They both sipped the full bodied wine without having to say more. Taking her glass, he placed both on the table, and then pulled her into his arms, softly kissing her lips, tasting the wine. Feeling her warmth next to him, he again thought of wanting nothing more than to make love to her all night.

Elizabeth gazed back smiling, wishing for a repeat of the bliss which they had shared at Pemberley, but he knew she was not well enough for such advances from him, and would not give in to the temptation until he was assured of not harming her.

Smiling as he held her in his arms Darcy again began kissing her sweet lips while controlling his own urges. He sighed and whispered, “we have already had a wedding night, albeit it was in the afternoon some weeks ago, my love, and so we will curtail this one.”

With a mischievous smile Elizabeth shook her head. “Oh, indeed not, sir. We must, for my mother gave me explicit instruction on what was to happen on the wedding night, and I promised that I would adhere to it.”

A bewildering expression crossed his face as he wondered what on earth would compel Elizabeth to obey her mother of this particular aspect of her life when she had so nearly ignored all other unsound advice given by the woman. Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled with mirth to let him know he was safe, and so Darcy scooped her up in his arm leaving her gasping at his bold action, clinging to his neck. Walking the short distance he paused as he felt her warmth radiated against him before gently depositing her upon the bed.

He stood beside her teasing “Now what are we to do, Madam?”

“Mama was not specific as to exactly what you were to do, but she bade me lie still, and not move around at all, and it would be over with sooner than later.”

With that explanation Elizabeth lay quite still with closed eyes, trying to keep her countenance. Darcy folded his arms across his chest, standing beside the bed without making a move to join her. She opened one eye to spy him watching her with equal patience.

“And did your mother say it was supposed to just…happen?”

Still with eyes closed, Elizabeth stated calmly, “yes, that was her implication, that it would occur. I would be put upon by my husband, and then abandoned by him to his own chambers, and not to be bothered again for some time.”

“Really,” was all Darcy could say, for he was trying not to laugh out loud. “I wonder at your ever being born, Elizabeth, or all your other sisters for that matter if that is truly how it occurred at your home.” Somehow he doubted that the mother of five had been entirely truthful with her daughter in her talk.

Elizabeth could go on no longer, and burst out laughing opening her arms to have him join her in bed. Darcy lay holding her in his embrace, renewing his soft kisses and his gentle caresses. “I am happy to say that it will never be so at this house, Elizabeth Rose Darcy, not in this bed. Nor will I ever abandon you in the night to sleep alone. As soon as you are able, I will love you so passionately that you will never wish me to leave you.”

“Is that a promise, my love?”

“Absolutely, my dear,” he said kissing her now so ardently that she felt her own passions rising as he felt her hands caressing his chest to continue.

When Darcy finally pulled his lips from hers to see how willing she was for his lovemaking, his hand caressed her cheek and he whispered, “I should not tempt you when my resolve on this matter is clear. Let us sleep now, my love.” He kissed her cheek and stroked her hair, feeling her gradually drift into a contented slumber with him nestling beside her warm form, watching her in sleep.

Lord, please have her soon returned to health again that she can participate fully in all the delights we had first experienced together, now that she is truly my wife.

Darcy kept his vigil over her some time when she turned towards him within his embrace to hear her soft breath against his chest. “I love you,” she whispered in sleep. His hold tightened around her, and he kissed her head.

As I do you, my love.

Their plan was to remain in London only until the doctor deemed her well enough to endure the travel to Pemberley while the roads still remained clear of snow. In the week that they continued in town Darcy barely left her side, ensuring that she faithfully ingest the herbs added to her tea as per the doctor’s instructions. Dr. Smith stared directly at him while making the request that Elizabeth not be taxed too severely allowing Darcy to infer what was meant by such a statement. He merely nodded with a sigh.

Darcy was very attentive about having all manner of books at her disposal, and embroidery she was fond of from Mrs. Gardiner. As the weather remained mild he accompanied Elizabeth into the small garden aside the house where he read to her while she reposed on the chaise next to him.

He also encouraged her to join him in his study with his intent at enlightening her to some of his correspondences and business ventures, wishing to have an informed wife to aid him in some of his decisions.

When she had the desire to tour different parts of the house but felt a lack of energy Darcy insisted she allow him to lift her up and carry her. Likewise, whenever she felt well enough to walk she would readily accept the use of his offered arm on which to lean. In the evening at her wish to go to the music room to play the pianoforte for him, Darcy would join her on the bench presumably to turn pages for her, but his other hand supported her back that she may feel more secure.

Several of the servants witnessing the master’s tenderness to his young wife wondered of her health. When rumors began to surface among the staff as to the cause for this Mrs. Caruthers, the housekeeper brought them all to bear with admonishments so severe that there was an immediate cessation of talk even though all the servants remained concerned for the new mistress. Mrs. Caruthers herself wondered the same when she witnessed Elizabeth adding some herbs to her tea each day that the housekeeper could not identify when she later sniffed the empty cup. Nor did the visits from Dr. Smith during the week diminish concerns, but heightened them not only in the staff but in Mrs. Caruthers’ own private speculation.

Could the master have succeeded in their short married life to have the mistress with child?

The housekeeper remembered her own maladies that ensued within the first week of conception of her own children to realize her speculation could indeed be a possibility. At first smiling to herself of a house filled with the laughter of children, her happy thoughts were tempered with the apparent ill health of the mistress. She sighed knowing she would be adding extra prayers at night for a favorable outcome if it be the case.

To further confirm her speculation, Darcy asked Mrs. Caruthers to enlist the aid of the cook in supplying dishes Darcy knew Elizabeth favored in an effort to ensure that she keep her strength. He was still worrying over her increasing inability to retain food. Elizabeth had tried to keep him from knowing of this, but having heard her from his own chambers morning after morning as he dressed, Darcy cringed each time he heard that sound coming from her rooms, of her expelling what little she had managed to consume. When the cook also got wind of this news by way of the chamber maid, the frustrated Andre was reluctant to offer more than a mild porridge or broth and his homemade muffins which Elizabeth had become fond to help her retain some little sustenance.

At the end of the week, Mr. Gardiner had sent word of their availability to accompany Darcy and Lizzy to one of Elizabeth’s favorite operas, Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro. Darcy had been reluctant to have her out in the cool air and over-extending herself, but Elizabeth countered.

“I shall be out in the cold and walking from the carriage to the lobby, a very short distance, Fitzwilliam, and I would truly wish to see my aunt and uncle once more before we remove to Pemberley.”

Darcy agreed on the concurrence of Dr. Smith upon his afternoon visit. Though still worried for her loss of vigor due to her lack of appetite or any substantial weight gain, Dr. Smith, however, deemed her well enough for a night out of the house. Elizabeth was radiant as she smiled at him, but the doctor reminded her to immediately inform Darcy of any pains or dizziness or fatigue. To this Elizabeth happily promised.

That evening Betty helped her dress for the evening’s event by fashioning tiny silk ribbons in the form of pale pink rosebuds, intertwining them in Elizabeth’s dark curls. Choosing one of her newest silk dresses made by Georgiana’s own London dressmaker, Elizabeth put in over her head and the skirts fell gently about her to the floor. The gown of dove grey with the smallest hint of pink within the fabric seemed to shimmer to life as it brought out the natural blush of Elizabeth’s skin that almost made her glow.

Betty stood mesmerized at the effect whispering, “Oh my!”

“Betty?”

Coming out of her stupor, the maid continued to fasten the dress clasps in the back of the bodice, and smoothed out the last of the wrinkles in the skirt. Elizabeth straightened other non-existent wrinkles to keep her nervous hands busy.

“You are beautiful, Mistress,” avowed the maid smiling. Elizabeth squeezed Betty’s hand and nodded.

“Thank you, Betty.”

A knock on the connecting doors was answered by the maid before she curtseyed and left the room. Darcy stood in the doorway attired in his evening clothes, but in awe of what he saw when Elizabeth turned her gazed upon him. Truly, she had no idea of the effect she had on him.

“What?”

He swallowed and finally let out his breath forcing his legs to advance to her side.

“This dress is almost perfect. It needs but one added touch.”

Darcy held up a velvet box. Opening it she gasped at what lay within, a necklace of rubies set high in a delicate chain of brushed silver inlays. He took it from the box and draped it around her slender neck. She added the matching earrings, and then turned to view her own reflection in her freestanding full-length mirror.

His arms hugging her to his chest, Darcy gazed at her. His hands settled on her abdomen feeling the tiniest amount of thickening. Both were silent as the candlelight played with the facets that were cut into the rubies to have tiny pink lights dance on her throat, her breath quickening as she watched. She felt his lips graze her ear as his arms caressed her. She reveled in the sensation of his touch as he stated his wish.

“I do not want to share you with anyone tonight, Elizabeth.”

She closed her eyes in her own sudden wish to have him take her to her bed, but finally managed to say, “I fear it will be of some duration before I see my aunt and uncle again. Please allow me this time with them.”

Her mischievous smile returned then as she continued. “…as a thank you, for they are responsible for your current happiness. After all, it was they who suggested and convinced me that we should add Pemberley to our tour.”

Darcy smiled in return and tightened his hold of her as he whispering, “and a mere note would not suffice?”

She shook her head to have him at last gave in to her wishes, and released his hold of her reluctantly. “Very well, Mrs. Darcy, you may have your night out with them, much as I am loathe to share you.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” Her eyes sparkled more than the jewels that adorned her. She picked up her stole and reticule as he followed her out of the bedchamber. When they reached the front hallway, he helped her into the fur-lined pelisse. Even though it was still mild for winter he wanted to take no chances with her. After entering the carriage, they made their way to the opera house which was not too far a distance from Grosvenor Square.

Darcy had thought it best that Mr. & Mrs. Gardiner join them at the theatre to alleviate any discomfort for Elizabeth. This agreed upon, the couples met in the lobby with both her relations alarmed by her apparent lack of progress. Elizabeth, however, insisted that she was well enough, hugging each of them both tightly.

“Please, allow me this night,” she whispered, “for I do not know when I shall again be in town.”

“Of course, my dear, let us go inside and find our seats.”

As Elizabeth moved through the doorway Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner followed exchanging worried glances with Darcy, whose pursed lips told them he was determined not venture any negative comments in his wife’s hearing. He wanted her to enjoy the evening, but would not hesitate at taking her home should she have any symptoms of unease.

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at him to let him know she sympathized with his dilemma. Darcy’s expression softened as he ushered them into his box, making Elizabeth as comfortable as possible, wishing she could prop her feet up during the performance when the hall was darkened. She insisted, however, on merely sitting beside him, placing her hand on his arm.

She smiled up to her husband saying, “I am fine, Fitzwilliam. Do not worry so.”

He covered her hand with his own and tried to smile back hoping this night would be uneventful, all the while inwardly chastising himself for ever having agreed to it.

The theatre darkened, and the overture began. The bass playing the part of Figaro began singing while measuring his room. He was soon followed by the soprano who appeared on stage in her role of Susanna trying on her wedding bonnet. Darcy glanced over to Elizabeth to find her face transfixed. He smiled realizing Elizabeth would enjoy such a performance and perhaps that in itself was enough to keep her steady. Relaxing a little now, Darcy sat back in an attempt to enjoy the beautiful singing. The mezzo playing the part of the love sick boy Cherubino sang “Non so piu cosa son*” moved Darcy to lean close to Elizabeth’s ear to translate, causing her to blush in the darkness.

During the first intermission, both the Gardiners left for refreshments while the Darcys remained in their box. Elizabeth again thanked him for allowing her this outing. He repeated his promise to take her to many such events when her health improved.

Darcy only wished he knew when that would be. Remembering his mother’s love of opera, he wondered if his father had similar thoughts during her long illness.

Had father known she would not last the year would he have allowed her such freedom to enjoy the remainder of her short life? Is this what I am doing for Elizabeth because she asked it of me?

Unbeknownst to them, several of the other attendees were viewing them with their opera glasses, trying to get a glimpse at the young lady who had capture the ever illusive Mr. Darcy. One such patron was a dower elderly matron accompanying the regally dressed Lady DeBourgh and her daughter. Another was among a group of stylishly dressed ladies seated in the second tier, while another was Lord and Lady Matlock, seated among friends in their usual box directly behind Darcy’s.

“Catherine,” stated the matron. “She is a pretty little thing who is actually making your nephew smile which leads me to believe she must have some charm to so entrance him.”

“Humph! She is of no consequence.” This is all Lady Catherine would say of the couple, which made Lady Winifred curious to know more of this young woman who had ensnared the most eligible bachelor of the ton and who appeared quite content in his choice.

A dark hair woman arrayed in orange silk and ostrich feathers sat in stony silence while spying on Darcy and his wife, her whisper venomous.

“She has such audacity to presume herself intelligent enough for opera.”

As she and her friends watched Elizabeth laugh at whatever was said by the other couple in their company and Darcy smiling likewise, a pert blonde mentioned, “I suppose Mr. Darcy will just have to educate his new little bride in matters of opera and the theatre.”

Not only Glenda but several more of the party took note of the viciousness of Caroline’s harangue, knowing how Miss Bingley had always spoken of Mr. Darcy as hers for the taking. Some shook their heads at the fact that this country nobody had taken the prize away from all of them, especially the self-assured Miss ‘Priss’ who thought herself so grand, but not grand enough to entice Mr. Darcy into marriage. All except Caroline seemed to heave a collective sigh when Darcy took Elizabeth’s hand and brought it to his lips attesting to the fact that the man was totally smitten with his bride. He would not even be tempted to have a dalliance outside marriage, not that Mr. Darcy had ever stooped to that level. All available female witnessing his happiness realized they would now have to look elsewhere for hope of marriage to further their status. This man was taken.

Lord and Lady Matlock were at once astonished when Darcy entered his box with his wife and another couple. Having known Darcy’s wish to remain incognito while in London, they had deferred a visit to give the couple the privacy all newly married people desired, and now looked at one another in absolute surprise that he would take his bride to the opera for so public a display.

Upon a more lengthy view of Darcy’s young bride, Lord Matlock felt his wife’s hand on his arm, and leaned to her as she whispered, “Henry, she is so pale and tiny. Has he refused to marry his cousin only to have married her counterpart?”

Darcy’s uncle stared first at Elizabeth whose eyes shown with a brightness that bespoke her happiness, then at his nephew who seemed to mirror her contentment. The earl shook his head in wonder too.

Has the boy followed in his father’s footsteps in falling in love with a frail creature as my own sister?

Inspired to action that only an earl could get by with, he took his wife’s hand stating, “I should like very much to meet this young woman who has so captured his heart. Come, Rebecca while there is still time.”

They excused themselves from their party to make their way the short distance to the door of Darcy’s box. Upon knocking the doorman opened it to reveal the couple to a startled Darcy who rose smiling to greet his relations, obviously surprised by their attendance at the opera and warmly greeted them and made their introduction to his party.

Shaking hands with Mr. Gardiner and at Mrs. Gardiner’s curtsey, the earl and Lady Rebecca nodded and moved further into the box to stand before the young woman rising from her chair, her grey frock somehow illuminating her. After being introduced, Elizabeth also curtseyed before bringing her eyes level once more to the couple.

Neither she nor Darcy could keep from smiling as his hand unobtrusively touched hers while the earl and his lady conversed with them. Ever aware of his wife’s lack of energy Darcy deftly motioned for his relations to sit in the extra chairs, having Elizabeth return to her seat before sitting beside her, all the while continuing to talk of plans to leave for Pemberley and to renew his invitation that the earl and his aunt join them whenever they would like.

Lady Catherine and Lady Winifred watched the scene from across the way with Lady Winifred clucking, “Well, Catherine, it seems your brother is inclined to agree with your nephew’s choice of wife.”

“Yes,” Lady Catherine hissed. “It does appear that way, however unwise that might be.”

“Catherine, it is done, and there is nothing you can do about it except appear vindictive in your spite at not accepting the wife of Fitzwilliam Darcy, a man whose social status rivals your own.”

“I tell you, she comes from no money or connections to any of the noble families, Winifred, and I will never accept her.” Here she looked directly into her friend’s eyes adding, “and you will do likewise. Together we will keep her out of the first circle of society. She is not deserving of it.”

Lady Winifred merely sighed, not wishing to argue further because the house lights had dimmed, but also not sure if she would follow Catherine’s demands of censure to this young woman who had been instrumental in bringing about the open delight of a man who had been constantly harassed for years by mothers and ladies alike without result…until now.

Those in Caroline’s party likewise began twittering at the obvious acceptance of Darcy’s wife by Lord and Lady Matlock, whispering loud enough for Caroline to hear. She could do no more than shake her head in disgust, never to understand how he could picked a rural prosaic without means or connections over someone more cosmopolitan and urbane.

The Earl and Lady Rebecca remained in Darcy’s box during Act II to have the character Cherubino sing his love song about the countess, “Voi, che sapete che cosa e amor.” Elizabeth already knew its translation for she had sung it many times at home. As Darcy began to speak the words softly, she smiled as he held her hand to his lips oblivious to his relations sitting near.

At the next intermission Lord and Lady Matlock rose to return to their other guests with promises of a visit as soon as a time could be agreed upon. Darcy and Elizabeth along with the Gardiners said their farewells with all seeming to have enjoyed each other’s company.

When Lord and Lady Matlock made their way back to their own box, however, both were a bit disconcerted.

“Rebecca, I have never seen Darcy so taken with anyone in my life as he is with his Elizabeth.”

She nodded. “He is violently in love with her, Henry, as she is with him. It is a true love match.”

“Just as his father before him.”

“Where did you say he found her?”

“In the country of all places, some small village in Hertfordshire.”

“I only hope the outcome will not be the same for him as it was for his father.”

The Earl agreed. “I would fear again for his sanity, Rebecca, if she is anything like my sister, for I see his father’s same devotion.”

“Fitzwilliam is not his father, Henry. He has a strength about him.”

The earl nodded, acknowledging the fact that this Darcy did seem to possess some character trait that enabled him to persevere in the face of all the tragedy he had already endured. Lady Rebecca continued her wish. “Let us hope then that for his sake the country in the girl has given her the stamina to persevere.” They both sighed and made their way back to their box without further speech.

The second half of the opera with its final acts was more exciting with the addition of the Count, Susanna, and Figaro singing along with the sextet expounding on a double wedding when Darcy felt Elizabeth leaning upon his shoulder. He gently held her against him at first worried that she had fainted, but when he whispered her name and saw her smile while trying not to yawn, he knew she was merely tired, yet content in his comfortable embrace.

In the darkened theatre, he kissed her forehead holding her tighter until the opera concluded with the Count asking his Countess for forgiveness Overwhelming applause together with the brightening of the house lights brought Elizabeth upright in her chair again, more alert as she blinked her eyes and gazed at her husband. He smiled and kissed her hand seeing her stifle another yawn behind her fan.

“That was a wonderful opera, was it not, Fitzwilliam?” His eyebrows rose with him merely nodding while gathering her coat to aid her into it. They tarried in their box amiably conversing with the Gardiners until most of the crowd died away before entering the lobby to await the arrival of their carriages. Darcy wished to avoid too many onlookers who were now made aware of his presence in ton with his wife.

Many of the lingering patrons who had read in the society pages of Darcy’s recent marriage stood back whispering while trying to get a glimpse of the pale yet stunning beauty on his arm, some acquaintances even wishing to draw near the couple to congratulate him on his obviously happy union. Darcy ignored them all, however, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. His fierce expression made all wary to approach his party, thinking correctly that the man did not wish to share his new bride with anyone as yet.

“You will write to me, aunt? I fear it will be the only communications of sense besides Jane’s that I can hope to receive.”

“I promise, Lizzy, and you will try to find more pleasing foods to consume.”

“Yes,” agreed her uncle in jest. “The next time we see you, I would wish for you to be as rotund as I.”

“Oh, Uncle Edward,” she teased, watching him pat his tummy, “I will try my utmost if only to please you and my husband.”

She hugged them both and Darcy added, “whenever you have the chance to come north, know that you are always welcome at Pemberley.”

“Thank you, son,” responded Mr. Gardiner. “If my business allows me another respite, we will certainly visit.”

“Take care, my dear,” Mrs. Gardiner said, hugging Elizabeth once more.

“Good-bye, Aunt.”

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