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Chapter 18b ~ continued

That night as Darcy held Elizabeth’s sleeping form close to him he thought of their current happiness when he hears a muffled voice beneath the coverlet moaning, “too tight.” This was followed by Elizabeth trying to extricate herself from the sheet she had somehow managed to be swaddled. Aiding his still sleepy wife from her prison, Darcy settled again next to her snuggling close. There was not two minutes peace before he again heard her sleepy voice complaining, “too hot.”

Darcy pulled the coverlet from them both to give Elizabeth some relief as the cool air surrounded them before he again settled next to her. At hearing her response of “too cold,” he again dropped the coverlet upon them. After a few minutes in which time Darcy had dropped off to sleep and began to snore in her ear, he distinctly heard her voice again in his ear, “too loud.” He sighed realizing this episode was one in which her uncle had spoke of often taken place with his own wife during her confinements.

Fully awake now Darcy opened his eyes to view his seemingly serene wife sleeping beside him and smiled. “Is there nothing to satisfy Goldilocks at present?”

Darcy began to nuzzle her neck to hear her sigh, “too…nice.”

Smiling broader he began softly kissing her neck to be rewarded with a tiny “hmmm,” and reply, “too…sweet”

Knowing now that she too was quite awake and both now playing this game, Darcy helped her roll over to face him. Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled and her smile mischievous. “Too…handsome.”

Darcy’s hand caressed her cheek, his lips kissing hers. “Too…soft”

As he continued kissing her with ever increasing intensity Elizabeth felt completely cherished by him.

“Too…wonderful.”

He settled her against his chest, one hand gently caressing the child within her while his other stroked her brow. Darcy kept watch over her to see her soon fall back to a peaceful slumber, grateful that she had rallied from the troublesome beginning of her confinement to be the more robust Elizabeth that he had know when they had first met in Meryton.

Surely from what I have gleaned from Dr. Smith and Mrs. Reynolds, and Elizabeth’s relations her confinement is not so very much out of the norm for there to be a repetition of mother’s own frailty however frightening it had been for me during Elizabeth’s first months.

Her early pains, however, had remained a concern of Dr. Smith with worries of something unforeseen occurring and repeated his directives of her continued bed rest with the slight reneging of brief walks. These concerns caused Darcy’s continued worry, wondering now of how he would ever survive in the world if she did not.

Why would I even wish to?

It was while dwelling on these sad musings that Darcy began to reminisce about his parents and the kind of a marriage they had maintained. With so loving a relationship as he had witnessed as a child, Darcy now understood completely his father’s moods after his mother’s death, of having to remain on this earth without his beloved. Darcy’s head drooped in sleep, still thinking of his parents as a dream formed where Darcy heard his father’s voice speaking to him.

The only thing that keeps me here, son, are you children, the wonderful gifts your mother has given me.

Robert George Darcy sat at his desk in the study, his body racked with the frailty of one whose heart was broken, speaking to his son of his long dead wife.

“She gave me a son to ensure an heir and a daughter to ensure that neither child would be alone. How guilty I am for allowing her to forfeit her life to give me children, for she would deny me nothing. If I had but known, I swear I would have never allowed her to sacrifice herself for my progeny.” His face held such sadness.

Then Mr. Darcy gazed upon his wonderful son and thought of his lovely daughter whom he knew that Anne had wanted as much as he. Their father would have sacrificed himself for them as well had it been the Almighty’s will. He understood his wife’s wish to risk her health for the most precious gift God could bestow upon them, worth more than any amount of wealth he would ever acquire in his life. He again spoke to his son.

“Perhaps that was why I befriended even Raymond Wickham’s son upon our steward’s early death though I knew of the lad’s propensity to shiftlessness and pretense.”

Giving young George Wickham chance after chance to alter his behavior for the better, Robert Darcy hoped through his intervention that the boy would finally come into his own, somehow find his way in the world as a responsible adult as his own son Fitzwilliam had done.

“How proud I am of you, son, to have taken all that I have taught you to become such a highly moral, confident member of society.”

Old Mr. Darcy had lived long enough to see how his son had turned out, and knew that he would never have to worry over Fitzwilliam save for one aspect.

“You must find an appropriate lady to fill your life.”

Having often pondered on what kind of a woman would satisfy his uniquely brilliant yet always reserved son, old Mr. Darcy knew she would have to be a beauty, but would her disposition match that beauty?

Would Fitzwilliam prefer one whose intelligence rivaled his own or one whose naiveté of the world he would embrace to willingly teach her the ways of the Darcys?

“Surely you can find someone in our circle who would meet such a criteria, son.”

After all the years beyond Anne’s passing, though, there seemed to be no one whom could interest his son. Mr. Darcy’s loneliness for his own wife’s absence that caused him to grow weaker each year made Robert Darcy begin to worry about his introverted son ever finding a wife. On his death bed the senior Darcy made Fitzwilliam promise that he would search for someone who would make him happy, hopefully someone in their circle of friends to ensure the stability of Pemberley and thereby all its servants and tenants.

“They are all your responsibility now, son.”

Earnestly Darcy had made the vow to his father, similar to the one he had made to his mother years before. He could still hear her voice in his mind.

“Promise you will find her, my wonderful son, the one who will make you as happy as I have been. Even if she is not within the first circle of society, do not hesitate to go further in you quest, Fitzwilliam.”

His fathers request had been no less impassioned.

“She must be a special woman to have all your needs met, my son. Promise me you will not have a marriage of mere convenience. My own sister allowed father to marry her off to Lewis DeBourgh, a man twenty years her senior whom she could neither regard nor respect, and so has been the most miserable of souls even after the birth of her sweet daughter. Her bitterness was all Lewis left her at his demise. Promise me, Fitzwilliam, you will not do likewise. Find someone that has your same integrity and moral fiber, who can love you for your own person and not merely for your wealth.”

Darcy called out in his sleep, “I have found her, Mother. I have found Elizabeth, Father.”

Again he drifted into slumber where he envisioned his parents standing in the gardens of Pemberley along his mother’s favorite path amongst the abundance of flowering roses. He walked up to them with Elizabeth on his arm, and saw them smiling their approval of his choice of wife.

“She is a fair creature, Fitzwilliam with lively eyes and a fiery disposition. I see she must have some intelligence behind those eyes so full of love for you to cause you such joy.”

“Yes, mother, she makes me so very happy. I could have never chosen a more appropriate woman. She was not rich, and was never impressed by my wealth. Rather she came to know the true man I was, whose quiet demeanor she at first had mistaken for haughtiness. Breaking through my prideful façade to see how my interests coincided with her own, she saw her values were compatible with my own.”

“And have you married for love, something I myself had done with my dear Anne? For only then will your life be complete, Fitzwilliam, only then will your every desire be met.”

“I have, father. I waited long to finally find Elizabeth, the one whom I can love all my life.”

With his shrewd investments, Fitzwilliam had become even wealthier than his father could have imagined, and thus felt he had no need for more. When he met Elizabeth he could overlook her family’s lack of means, and though her low connections had at first been an impasse for him, his acquaintance with the Gardiners put much of his fears to rest. He likewise knew Elizabeth would be accepted into his circle, charming all whom she met with her wit and beauty.

In sleep Darcy tightened his hold of Elizabeth, and she sighed with the peace of being in such security, and both drifted again into blissful repose.

Chapter 19a

Posted on Friday, 13 May 2005

The Blakely estate was bought upon inspection by the Bingleys who thought the property had little need in the way of alterations before occupancy. Bingley had some little experience in running an estate with his lease of Netherfield, and he felt ready to take on the challenge of running his own. Darcy introduced Bingley to the steward that the attorneys had hired to manage the property for the past few months, and both found Mr. Morris to be an honest, well informed man who got on easily with the tenants. After having been made aware of the few shortcomings of late due to lack of leadership before he had been hired, Bingley asked if Mr. Morris desired to continue as steward. Darcy smiled in quiet approval. Bingley was well on his way to making his own decisions without the need of his good friend as a guide for much longer. Darcy was exceedingly proud of him.

Jane’s reservations of moving so far from Longbourn lasted until she found out that Blakely Manor was no more than five miles from Pemberley whereby she more readily accepted of the idea of moving North. Before the ides of March Jane Bingley found herself in a carriage, having just said her farewells to all her family at Longbourn, promising to write them often, and when she was settled to invite them all for to stay once they were well settled.

Taking a deep breath she sat beside her husband and asked, “Are we making the right decision, Charles?”

He laid his hand on hers and kissed her cheek. “Yes, my dear. This is the next step for us. I have always wished for my own estate, which my father had prudently planned for and saved all his life to obtain. Now that we have the means and Darcy has found the best property in Derbyshire, I am full of excitement for the challenge. But dear Janey, do you not have an equal acceptance of this venture that will have you close once more to Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Charles, I am so happy that I will again have Elizabeth near. When we first married I was glad I was not so far from all I had known my whole life, but now to be moving so very far from Meryton and Longbourn, I am merely feeling a bit homesick.”

“Janey,” he whispered, kissing her sweetly. “I am sorry that you must sacrifice all that has been familiar your whole life for me. You are indeed an angel.”

“Dear Charles, with you at my side I am sure all will be fine. I will look upon this as what Lizzy would call an adventure.”

“Quite so, my dear, quite so.” He kissed her hand and hugged her tightly as they were about to begin a new phase of their life.

After settling into their new home, the Bingleys made a habit of dining weekly at Pemberley with all parties happy to be so close once more. It was at one of these evenings that Jane had the experience to feel the child move for the first time within her, gasping to have all know of what had just happened. Charles was at her side asking, “Jane, are you well?”

She smiled, and lowered her eyes whispering, “No, Charles. All is well.”

With her face practically glowing now, Elizabeth first, then Darcy guessed what had just occurred. Silently their hands touched beneath the table at the thought of this new person making himself known.

Charles was still concerned. “Jane, what is it?”

She remained silent, merely placing his hand where he could experience what she had. His eyes widened as he felt their child, his hand shaking as he removed it. Forgetting where he was or who was present, he kissed Jane’s cheek.

Darcy had champagne ordered to celebrate it, now expecting some six months after Elizabeth’s delivery for Jane to also be blessed. Although Georgiana was knowledgeable of many aspects of coming motherhood by way of Elizabeth, it took her a moment to realize what had occurred to make this such an auspicious event.

All were ecstatic, especially Georgiana who was already thrilled with having a niece or nephew soon, now to be doubly blessed with this confirmation of another life soon to join the world. Georgiana wrote in her journal that night of how Elizabeth’s coming to Pemberley had enriched her young life by bringing such joy to her brother. She further reflected how both she and her brother had been so lonely for such a long time with only the two of them in their immediate family. Now with his marriage into the Bennet household both were at last to have the joys and camaraderie of a much larger family.

Spring began very quietly with snowdrops peeking through the last of the winter white. Crocus soon followed with the sparsely white landscape gradually giving way to the verdant green in the meadows, and the tulips and daffodils popped from their hiding places to cover the leas with a rainbow of color, becoming similar to Elizabeth’s chamber walls. From her bedchamber window each dawn Elizabeth had her nose almost pressed to the glass as she watched the changes, knowing azaleas would be the next to open and then the rest of the late spring foliage along with the flowering blossoms of the cherry, apple, and pear trees, rhododendron, peony and lilacs, and roses. Everything had new life, including her, as she felt her little one almost constantly squirming within, had felt it since just after Christmas. She deemed it a belated gift that she realize what a miracle she held inside. This morning was no different with the now almost never stopping movement within; she smiled at the life so eager to be upon the world.

All is well.

Strong arms wound around Elizabeth from behind as Darcy gently embraced her, sharing his warmth. Darcy’s lips grazed her neck. She leaned against him, feeling his support.

“Good morning, my love. How are the two of you fairing today?”

“Hmm, we are very well, we thank you, sir.”

They both silently viewed the awakening grounds of Pemberley with just the hint of promised profusion of color.

“With the spring plantings soon upon us, we are to have a very busy time in the coming weeks. I will be hard-pressed to keep up with Mr. Withers.”

“He’s such a capable steward. You two work well together. No doubt he has everything well in hand with contingency plans should anything go awry.”

“No doubt, but I will still want to oversee their management with a closer eye this year, and Bingley still needs some guidance with his tenants’ field this spring.”

“Charles has learned well under your tutelage, Fitzwilliam. He has become quite the gentleman farmer.

“Yes, he has. Now he has plans for expansion that are well thought out and have a good chance of success. I am extremely proud of his accomplishments.”

“And of yours,” he whispered, his lips renewing their touch on her neck, his hand moving up from their child to caress her ample breasts only to have her wince. Knowing they were tender still, he moved his hand to her waist again caressing their child. “And what are your plans for the day, Mrs. Darcy?”

She tried to retain reason as she began her mental list. “I…need to supervise the servants sewing clothes for the tenant children… (his fingers caressed her neck)…and I must write several letters to my family who desire making a visit…in the near future…when the baby…comes…and I…ah…I… (his lips made a slow journey from her temple down her cheek, turning her head round enabling him to so capture her lips which made her lose her train of thought)…I…I am…unable to think what else needs to be done at present.”

He turned her round, kissing her again most ardently. “I would have you postpone your endeavors for a time in favor of ones we can share.”

“I have no objections,” she whispered.

All is well.

Later that week while Darcy was in his study early with Mr. Withers discussing the progress of the spring plantings well under way by now, Elizabeth was in the breakfast room having a late repast when Wilkins entered carrying the express letters that had just come by currier.

“Madam, I was reluctant to disturb the master while he is in conference with Mr. Withers.”

Accepting all the correspondence Elizabeth smiled. “I will see that Mr. Darcy receives them as soon as he is available, thank you, Wilkins.”

“Very good, madam.”

Elizabeth was finishing her tea, and leafed through several of the missives now coming to the house from friends and family, but paused when she noticed the return addressee on a letter addressed to her.

“It is from Cousin Anne. What would she have to say to me after all these months of no communication from that house?”

It was true neither she nor Darcy had any contact with anyone associated with Rosings except for a seldom note from Charlotte to keep Elizabeth apprised of the current gossip from that great house, her last missive stating that Lady Catherine had finally obliged Mr. Collins with a renewal of association, welcoming his presence at Rosings, but made it clear to him that she was still put out by Darcy’s defiance of her wishes. With only Mr. Collins present as the sole member of Elizabeth’s family on which to affix blame, Lady Catherine’s wrath had been felt keenly at the parsonage. Charlotte allowed she had never heard her husband voice so vehement an attitude toward anyone as those of his own relations when he pontificated to all who would listen that those at Longbourn must have been remiss in Elizabeth’s upbringing to allow her to behave in such a despicable manner as to defy the illustrious Lady Catherine DeBourgh.

But with the renewal of invitations to Rosings, the grand lady had lately seen the light, realizing that though Mr. Collins came from such a family, he perhaps was not cut from the same cloth and therefore not to be solely to blame for the misdeeds of one of his own. Charlotte owned that she thought that the old lady must be lonely without her nephews’ visits and merely wished for an audience to hold court. Elizabeth thought there was not a more willing host than the ever unctuous sycophant, Mr. Collins whose very existence he attributed to his association with Lady Catherine.

With a curious interest Elizabeth unsealed Anne’s missive, surprised at what she read. Astonishment was more the true feeling Elizabeth possessed as she learned of what Anne had recently discovered with regard to her person in connection to her cousin Darcy. Elizabeth could imagine such a scene that had erupted in Rosings’ parlor…

Anne was surprised when her mother ushered her into the parlor after a young attorney arrived from their law firm of Addison, Renfrew & Finch with papers that needed Anne’s signature. Though it was usual for her mother to handle all their legal documents, Anne was not overly curious until Lady Catherine insisted that Anne sign the documents without disclosing their content. This succeeded in peaking Anne’s interest. Although not knowledgeable with legal documents, Anne nonetheless could read the top of the page titled the “Disposition of Property” which listed Rosings Park as the particular property. Pausing now to read through the document while Lady Catherine continued to hurry Anne in signing, the young woman came to realized what the highlighted paragraphs meant and how Darcy was to be connected with Rosings. Eyes wide with wonder now, Anne gazed first at the young attorney who had brought the contract and who was to be a witness to Anne’s signature and then at her parent, her tone severe.

“What have you done, mother?”

It was then that the attorney realized that Miss DeBourgh had no previous knowledge of the changes that the document wrought, and hesitated to have her sign such a paper without first enlightening her to the ramifications.

Thaddeus Knox continued his gaze at the young lady. “Am I correct in assuming that you were not apprised of these changes stipulated in the amendment to your will?”

Anne huffed as she handed the pages back to the attorney. “I was not, sir, and I feel that until I be made to understand why these changes are necessary, I refuse to sign this document.”

Lady Catherine began to demand her usual acquiescence to her will from her always compliant daughter. “Anne, you must sign so that the lawyer can be on his way to have the amendments implemented.”

But Anne became equally as adamant. “No, mother, I will not. Sir, would you excuse us a moment that I might confer with my mother on this matter?”

“Of course.” Thaddeus Knox picked up his satchel and bowed before being escorted from the room by a servant to wait in the large outer hallway. Gazing about at the ornate decorations, the young man speculated on how anyone could feel comfort in such a busily decorated environment.

Elizabeth read on, eyes now wide with utter astonishment.

“…whereas Darcy has promised to wed me should anything unforeseen happen to you, cousin Elizabeth, I am nonetheless resolute that Darcy not be obligated to this promise, and wish to amend my will to delete this stipulation of his obligation of his inheriting Rosings should I expire without issue. I wish for Darcy to contact our attorneys at Addison, Renfrew & Finch law firm about the matter.”

Elizabeth read further that when Lady Catherine had informed Anne of the condition of the entailment, Anne became livid with her mother’s officiousness in this matter. Since her mother had for years had her power of attorney, Anne was not at liberty at present to legally change the will that included Darcy’s pledge. Since becoming of age almost to the point of being considered “on the shelf”, the attorneys thought she was now capable of making her own decisions. Anne wrote that she agreed with the attorneys, and would begin proceedings to have her mother’s power of attorney revoked to ensure that Anne herself regain her own legal authority to do with Rosings whatever she chose without regard to her mother’s wishes. The law firm had assigned Mr. Thaddeus Knox to continue handling the case, and he would also be contacting Darcy in the near future.

The end of the letter was filled with Anne’s genuine remorse of how her mother had ill-treated Elizabeth and of a heartfelt wish that relations between the cousins not suffer due to the mishandling of the situation by a mother whose selfish desires Anne would no longer abide.

“…I had always hoped for Darcy to look elsewhere to find his match other than at Rosings no matter what my mother said of my own wishes. I am truly happy that he has found one whom he can share his life with, one who has made him whole and complete. I remain your supportive and affectionate cousin, Anne DeBourgh.”

Carefully folding the pages of Anne’s missive, Elizabeth did not know her own mind of what she had learned. How could Lady Catherine have manipulated Darcy in any manner to have him agree to such a proposal, and how could Darcy have allowed himself to become ensnared by the very woman he vowed never to see or mention again for his wife’s sake?

Why could he not have come to me, discussed this matter with me? I had not thought he capable of keeping such a secret after all these months.

Elizabeth’s ire grew with each passing minute at the thought of such a betrayal until she could stand it no longer.

I have to think.

Elizabeth rose with difficulty from her chair and waddled out to the front hall to retrieve her spencer and bonnet. One of the parlor maids aided her into a coat that could no longer be fastened since she had grown so rotund which only caused Elizabeth more agitation. Oblivious to her mistress’ mood, the maid asked with a cheery tone, “Mistress, tis a good day for your walk in the rose garden or stroll along the east side? Where would you be off to today?”

“Out!” Was the all there terse reply the shocked maid received from her piqued mistress who then quickly pulled the door open and fled the stifling house.

Once outside breathing unfettered air, Elizabeth seemed less irritated and better able to manage common sense to decide her direction. She set out along the garden path to the rear of the house with a mind to stray toward the stable yard.

At least there the creature will be without agendas more complicated than food and water and a place to sleep.

She wandered along the fence that led up to the barn, but with her added burden even this slight walk winded her. Disgusted at having so little stamina from lack of activity, her face glistened from the effort of walking a mere stone’s throw from the house. Elizabeth leaned on the fence trying to catch her breath, calming as her attention was distracted by several of the mares and newly born foals old enough to be in the corral for their first foray into the world beyond their stall.

“They sure is pretty, ain’t they, Mum?” came a cockneyed voice beside her.

Turning her head, her spirits lifted so she was able to be civil once more, Elizabeth smiled at the young groom leaning on the fence next to her. “Yes, they are…pretty. Do you have a favorite yet, Tom?”

“Hmm,” mulled the young boy, barely old enough to carry the shovel to muck out the stalls. “The grey is prettiest, but he’s kind of skiddish. The bay has a nice carriage to hisself, but he’s kind of dumb, if you catch my drift. If twas me, I’d like the little brown filly in the corner with its Ma. She’s a bit shy, but sweet as honey when she warms up to ya. You picked one yet?”

Silence descended as Elizabeth tried to decide which of the young horses she would pick if she had a choice.

After a few moments silence that led Tom to believe that Elizabeth didn’t wish to continue that conversation, Tom’s curiosity was piqued enough to remark, “Pardon my askin’, Mum, but should ye be here…all by yerself?”

Elizabeth sighed. “Perhaps not, but you see I needed to get away.”

“How’s that?”

“I…needed to be by myself to think, so I am run away.”

Even this very young man could not help but roll his eyes as if to say, Women!

“You disapprove?”

“Well, o’course! You ain’t gonna git far when yer…you know…” His eyes lowered to her swollen belly.

“With child?”

“Yep…me Ma was…you know…fer most her life and she never got further than the clothes line out back of our house.”

“Ambitious, maybe I should try that.”

Now young Tom’s mind couldn’t figure out what she thought was so darn ambitious, trying to walk as far as to the clothes line or trying to be…you know…for all her life. He shook his head as though trying to shake so lofty a conundrum from his brain and merely replied, “You look like you could use a drink of water, Mum. Do you want I should git you some?”

“That is very thoughtful of you, Tom. I should be most grateful for a cup of water. Thank you.”

The young lad ran back to the other side of the barn where the hand pump was located beside the water trough. Elizabeth had her suspicions not to expect his return straight away, and was not disappointed when he neglected to come right back with the water. It seemed to have taken some time before she again spied him carrying a wooden bucket and a ladle used by all the groomsmen in common.

“Sorry I ain’t got nothing better to drink from, Mum, but I pumped for long time to bring up some real cool water for ye.”

“That was most kind, Tom.” She accepted the ladle of refreshing water which was cool and tasted wonderful for Elizabeth found that she was parched from the exercise.

“Elizabeth.” Darcy’s voice was calm as he strolled near. Tossing a coin at Tom, the boy nodded, departing.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head in silent resignation. “I wondered what took him so long with the water. Oh, but he said his mother was always with child. No doubt young Tom has many siblings as conspirators to relate my whereabouts to the main house.”

Darcy saw that look in her eye, emotions seething beneath the surface, just awaiting him to misspeak for them to erupt. Darcy determined not to repeat his mistake from the last time he had seen her as angry with him.

No, my love, I have learned that lesson well.

Instead he replied simply, “No doubt.”

After a moment of silence Darcy inquired, “Wilkins told me you seemed upset after the mail came this morning. When you neglected to inform anyone of where you intended to walk, Mrs. Reynolds came to me. Imagine my surprise since you had already been on your daily walk earlier this morning.”

She frowned at the thought of never being allowed a moment’s solitude. “I needed to think, and I do that best upon my feet.”

Darcy gazed at her flushed face and sighed. “I beg to disagree, Elizabeth, for I know you have that ability when sitting opposite my chair while trying to best me at chess.” She shook her head at his attempt to sway her irritated mood. He made a request. “Oblige me, Elizabeth and sit, please.”

She paused for a full minute staring at this man who she thought she understood after all these months in his company, but who still remained a puzzle to her. With his hand motioning into the barn entrance, she finally allowed him to aid her sit on one of the large bales of hay just inside the barn, the cross breeze between the doors at either end was cool, giving her added relief. He kept hold of her hand as they sat.

“Why are you upset?”

“It seems even now your Aunt has not done with her scheming.” Darcy remained silent to allow her to continue in a decidedly icy tone. “I received a letter from Anne, the topic of which I am sure you are well aware.”

She could feel his hand tense as did his whole body, and he refused to return her gaze while Elizabeth awaited an explanation. Her husband had wished her never to be informed of the arrangement between himself and his aunt; wishing to tell her in his own time, but now having Elizabeth aware Darcy hesitated but a moment before finally resigning to enlighten her of his reasons.

“Anne is frail and would not be a suitable choice for anyone in marriage and Lady Catherine knows this. In order to ensure that Anne survive, my Aunt devised the plan whereby I would agree to marriage.”

“Should I not survive my confinement?”

“Yes.”

“I wonder then that she hadn’t put poison in the pen that wrote such a letter. Should I be worried that she will try to make good on such a threat?” Elizabeth answered her own sarcasm with a quip. “Since poison does not seem your Aunt’s style I suppose I am safe enough for the moment.”

Her emotions high, she begged, “Fitzwilliam, why would you agree to such an arrangement?”

Knowing there would never be anyone to take Elizabeth’s place Darcy felt he could in good conscience agree to a marriage of convenience with his cousin, one that he would never consummate, thus ensuring Anne’s safety and preserving Elizabeth’s memory.

“It seemed the only solution for her predicament.”

“Lady Catherine has yet two unmarried nephews on which to foist Anne—”

“No, neither Hal nor Richard could be trusted—”

“What are you saying?”

“Aunt Catherine felt that I was the only one to whom she could trust to carry out her wishes.”

“Why?”

“Because unlike either of my cousins, I would be willing to never consummate a marriage to Anne should such a circumstance ever come to pass.”

Elizabeth thought on this statement as they each viewed the magnificence of Pemberley about them, her frown apparent. “You would not wish for children to carry on the traditions of this?” She motioned with her arm the great expanse before him.

He shook his head. “I would somehow ensure its continuance without them; make Georgiana my beneficiary to the estate and all her descendants.”

She gasped at the sacrifice he was willing to make regarding his beloved Pemberley, to give it all up if he had to give her up as well, angry tears threatening to overflow at so selfless an act.

“Did it never occur to you that perhaps I would not wish such a fate upon you, Fitzwilliam? I would rather you found someone else that could ensure you a future with children for generations to come.”

He merely nodded knowing she would want him to have a complete life, but he knew he could never find another person to fill that role for his heart would not allow it.

She was still agitated. “Neither will Anne allow you to make such a decision regarding her own future.”

Frowning now, Darcy’s gaze fell upon her. “My decision would ensure that Anne live a much longer life than what would befall her should she marry and attempt confinement.” He swallowed. “My uncle Henry once told me Anne has inherited the frailty of his sister, my mother, and would not survive any more than did she when mother married father and…”

“…chose her own destiny, Fitzwilliam. Your mother decided to risk herself. She chose. Each of us wants nothing more than to decide our own fate based on facts known to us and then have faith that those decisions are the correct ones to ensure not only our lives but our happiness. Fitzwilliam, do you think your mother was happy?”

Darcy could no longer hold her gaze. His eyes stared out instead at the magnificence of Pemberley as he pursed his lips, remembering his mother, a woman completely in love with his father, happiest when in his presence, so filled with the joy of their love. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice near choking with realization he could not decide his cousin’s fate, hearing Elizabeth’s words to that effect.

“Anne too chooses to have her fate in her own hands rather than be subjugated by her mother or even by you.” He nodded.

Elizabeth continued. “She has refused to sign the document that condones your decision even with her mother’s demand of it.”

Darcy nodded again. “I know. Mr. Knox sent word in a letter also in today’s correspondences.”

“Ah, a very efficient barrister to be sure.”

“Yes, along with his own opinions as to why he thinks Anne’s refusal is correct one for all parties involved.”

“Wise too for one so young.”

Still frowning Darcy admitted, “I worry now for Anne should my Aunt pass from this world without having taken care of her only charge.”

Elizabeth looked pensive. “I think you underestimate your cousin, Fitzwilliam. In fact, I think everyone who has known her has viewed her through the eyes of her mother as some frail creature without truly realizing the resiliency that she possesses to have survived this long.”

Darcy’s intense gaze came upon her then which would have intimidated another but not his wife. She was beyond that kind of manipulation. “Of what are you talking?”

“I do not believe that Anne is as frail as she is depicted by your Aunt.”

“She has always been of a sickly constitution, Elizabeth. I should know for I have seen her pampered all her life with her wane complexion and near faints from even the slightest exertions.”

“Fitzwilliam, since coming to Pemberley I have been pampered these many months and yet you know that I am not of a sickly constitution but rather am a robust kind of person. At the moment I cannot take even a short walk before becoming winded and needing to rest from so slight an exertion. It is to the point now that many of the servants treat me with kid gloves as though I would break should they handle me too roughly. Yet you know that I am a resilient and healthy woman, able to keep up with you on our strolls about the country side.”

Bristling, he asked, “our pampering has weakened you?”

“No, I accept that it is necessary for a time, and so willing agreed to your taking charge of my care to ensure my safety during my confinement, but…”

Realizing where her statement tended, he stated, “I can understand your reasoning and after you are returned to health you will not be subjected to such restrictions. I agree to willingly rescind all of them at which time you acquire your strength once more, Elizabeth, but until then you will obey me and…”

“Submit to your control over me?”

“Yes, you made that vow to me…”

“…and I do so willingly, Fitzwilliam.”

He nodded glad she was in agreement with him, hoping this conversation was now at an end. Elizabeth, however, knew he still did not appreciate what she was saying and saw the need to drive her point home.

“But how, pray tell are you to decide when I am healthy enough to be free of your restrictions? How can I regain my strength and stamina if I am never allowed to test myself through exertion and taxing? I must be free to choose before I am strong enough to do so.”

He was shaking his head. “No, I will not allow any harm come to you…”

“Do you think me no longer capable of good sense to know when I should stop? Am I forever after to be treated as a child who must be babied and never allowed to decide on my own?”

“No, of course not, but…”

“You must know I could never abide being mistreated in that manner…”

“Elizabeth! I would never have you feel that I have ill treated you!”

“Not intentionally, no, but your power is paramount here, Fitzwilliam, your influence extensive. My efforts would be futile without your agreement as we have just witnessed with this young lad who unstintingly would do your bidding without question...”

“I have never used my influence for anything other than the purposes I see as proper.”

“True, and yet it is I who is left without a choice in the matter of my own care just as Anne has been left without choice all her life due to her mother’s extensive power. You would not purposely have me miserable from a lack of freedom while living with you just as you would not wish your cousin a similar fate.”

“Elizabeth, I have been groomed all my life to take on the responsibilities of so many in my charge, and I take my obligation seriously to care for them be they servants or tenants or members of my own family. I do not shirk that responsibility, Elizabeth.”

She realized how very dearly he cared for his cousin as he did with all those close to him, and would do all in his power to keep her from harm.

“That is not what I am asking of you, Fitzwilliam. I am merely saying there comes a time when you must relinquish so tight a hold on those who no longer need your support and advice, let them carry their own weight in the world as they were meant to do when they reached their potential. Just as young birds in the nest after acquiring their pin feathers and have a few false starts, soon want to fly away into the sky to be at the mercy of their own fate. They cannot stay in a crowded nest all their lives, Fitzwilliam.”

He actually cursed, disgusted at the image she portrayed of him. “For sooth, you think me no more than a mother hen, clucking about the yard gathering her brood?”

At this she laughed, its musical tones ringing out into the corral to the notice of all the young horses and let Darcy know she was over her most vehement anger.

“Quite the opposite actually, Fitzwilliam, if you must know. You are as a noble hart of the forest, taking up the defense of all challengers to your domain, to keep your harem safe.”

More at ease with her calming, Darcy chuckled, brightened at this new depiction. “Harem is it? With but one wife to occupy the oda*?”

“I am but one of many to whom you feel responsibility.”

He kissed her hand. “You are the most important one…”

“…who will be given her freedom when she deems it is the right time?” He sighed.

He nodded finally, ceding to her point about her and Anne and one day about even Georgiana and yes, even his own child now that God has seen fits to bless them with so precious a gift.

She squeezed his hand. “Fitzwilliam, why did you never tell me of your decision?”

He paused before admitting, “It was mere days after we had wed and come to London when I came upon my Aunt. I had but a short amount of time upon which to dwell on such a…an unlikeliness to agree to her conditions willingly.”

“But all these months, you did not deem it prudent to advise me of your agreement?”

“To speak of it to you meant that I would have to dwell upon the occurrence that would perpetuate my making good on my promise. That is something which I was not yet prepared to talk with you of, especially when you were so ill for a time, though…”

“…you harbored those fears in your heart.”

Darcy’s look of surprise was answered by Elizabeth’s nod. “I know your fears, Fitzwilliam.”

“How? I never spoke of them to anyone.”

“I sensed what your heart felt as surely as my own beating within my breast…with boundless love.”

“When I first made my promise, I vowed that you should never know, but afterwards…”

“Fitzwilliam,” she stopped his confession. “I knew something weighed heavily on your mind, and after all these months of your tenderness I also knew that you were trying to find some kinder way to tell me. Instead, I was informed in so shocking a manner as a letter from your cousin that gave rise to my past insecurities of your doubts of my loyalty…”

“I would have spoken of it to you…eventually.”

“I know that of you, Fitzwilliam. We are one, you and I.”

“Yes, we are, even if we disagree on many points. There should be no secrets between us.” She merely nodded, both reverting to pleasant silence in the quiet barn, still being cooled by the cross breeze.

Gazing at her, Darcy wondered how the Good Lord had seen fit to place so intelligent a creature in his path to love him and yet confound him with unconventional notions that Darcy knew not from one day to the next what thoughts would pass into her mind.

Life is always a wonder with you, my love.

He looked around to see if he should risk stealing a kiss, but saw that she was already beginning on another train of thought she struggled to rise from her straw chair. “Aid me to stand, please.”

Darcy stood before her taking both her hands, and helped her to stand in the deserted barn. Pulling her soft form against him he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Someone may come in-”

“To feed the gossips at Pemberley? What self respecting rumor monger would mention so mundane an item as a man kissing his own wife?”

She stared at him in wonder at his ease at this indiscretion.

“I will risk censure.” He kissed her again deeply relishing her relenting to respond in kind. His voice was soft in her ear. “Since we have finished our business here, allow me to escort you back to the house where you may rest for the remainder of the day--”

“Oh, but there is one more matter of business yet to conduct here, Fitzwilliam, very important business.”

With brows furled Darcy quit his growing amorous endeavors to wonder what else she could possible wish accomplished at the stables.

“Allow me to show you.”

Now with him to aid her as she clung to his arm, Elizabeth waddled outside the barn and once more up to the corral fence. Both seemed now more amiable with their agreement on so serious a subject.

“I asked Tom which of these small foals would be his favorite should he have a say in the matter. He made his own choice, and bid me do likewise. Tell me, Fitzwilliam, do you have a favorite of the three.”

Darcy took his mind from his dear wife for the moment to view all of the small yearlings bounding about in corral. “I know which one you would choose, Elizabeth. The large bay who seems a dolt to those not willing to become acquainted with his easy disposition, but you would think that he has some intelligence beneath that gaze.”

“And you would choose the grey because you like the challenge, knowing that with care and love you can bring out the best in one so contrary.”

He could not but see the similarities in their own relationship in her words.

“Tom chose the tiny filly whose shyness if treated with care would reveal a most remarkable transformation.”

Darcy thought of his sister and how Elizabeth had done the same with her.

“Then they are all to be…taken good care of…”

“Until they are able to be on their own.”

He nodded but not without regret of relinquishing any of his influence especially on the – what did Elizabeth compare them to? Ah, yes, a harem- those ladies whom he wished only kept from harm. He likened his reactions more to that of a father, and now more readily understood Mr. Bennet’s reluctance at giving away his daughter to her husband, that letting go of one’s authority to another, hoping the decision was the correct one, at least knowing that her husband would try to keep her as safe as he had done all her life.

Should Anne choose a life of celibacy which I feel she has always been inclined, she will not have the benefit of even a husband’s arm. How on earth would she survive without a man beside her to keep her safe? God’s plan never envisioned women being so independent of men. I rue the day it would ever come to pass when women are left to fend for themselves.

Darcy’s family duty prevented him from relinquishing all his authority over Anne, and knew he would always be in her life to care for her no matter who would try to dissuade him. He felt that he was the only one on whom Anne could truly depend.

Lady Catherine will have to be consoled in that at least even without my pledge to marry Anne.

After a time Darcy offered to escort Elizabeth back to the house eliciting her promise to rest for the remainder of the day; she did not argue the point.

She was not so mollified that Lady Catherine was not still above suspicion, but Elizabeth had forgiven her husband and even agreed to write to Anne making her privy to the discussion she and Darcy had about the situation, and of Elizabeth’s own understanding as to the circumstances surrounding his agreement.

Soon Anne wrote back that though Elizabeth was now aware and with an understanding of the situation, Anne reiterated not to sign a document that added so great a burden on her cousin, and was firm in her desire to have the will be amended to exclude the stipulation. Thaddeus Knox was instrumental in drawing up the amended document and personally carrying it to Rosings for Anne’s signature. He also made the journey to Pemberley to inform Darcy of the deleted amendment that severed his connection to Rosings. Darcy felt the young man’s journey was unnecessary since Darcy had already been informed of the situation by letter from the attorneys.

Thaddeus Knox had an additional motive for visiting the area, that of his wish to call upon his great uncle, Lord Thompson. The elderly man was ailing now and seemed to be in low spirits over the illness of his only daughter to whom he had been estranged for quite some time, but who had kept in touch through her mother. Thaddeus wished to commiserate with his relations as much as he was able before making the trip back to London.

Having thus renewed his acquaintance with both Elizabeth and Georgiana from their happy introductions at Christmas, both welcomed him stay for a week’s time in order to make the acquaintance of the Bingleys. All enjoyed one another’s company including Mr. Knox’s exhibiting on the piano, and encouraging Georgiana to do likewise. In such warm company she delighted them all, treating them to an impromptu concert. Thaddeus promised to keep up a correspondence with them and would immediately inform them of any other changes as to the circumstances of Rosings.

*Oda is a room in a harem.

Chapter 19b

It was but a week since the departure of Mr. Knox that Darcy awoke early one morning to Elizabeth soft moan. He began to rub that spot on her back she often complained about of late only to have her swat his hand away, still asleep, but still moaning.

“Roll toward me, Lizzy.,” he voiced in her ear, and with his help she obeyed to lie on her left side where he knew she found most comfort these past weeks.

Her soft reply followed. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he whispered kissing her cheek to hear the unmistakable sigh of a grateful wife, smiling but with her eyes still closed.

Constantly being surprised by how with each day of her confinement brought new discoveries, it now amazed him that she had become so sensitive on every level of her being to the gentlest stimulus and wondered of its normalcy during a confinement. Not being something he could talk of to just anyone, indeed, who would even be aware of such a phenomenon excepting husbands of pregnant wives? Darcy was most grateful to Mr. Gardiner whose letters were instrumental in answering many of Darcy’s wonderings about all the changes in his wife her confinement wrought.

She proved his point when she opened he lovely eyes, stifling a yawn and stated, “we need to aid Betty.”

Being hard pressed now to keep up with her moods he stared blankly back. “Betty…your maid?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Something is weighing on her, something that worries her a great deal.”

“Something more than her mistress great with child?”

“Yes, we must help her, Fitzwilliam.”

He nodded agreement, knowing it wise not to argue with Elizabeth when she was thinking of the welfare of any of the servants. “I will see to it that Mrs. Reynolds be made aware, my love.”

“You are the best of men.”

He nuzzled his face into her now ample bosom applying himself there to give her pleasure, especially at now hearing her sigh at his efforts. Then he felt her grow quiet, her gentle breathing beneath his lips. Gazing up at his contently sleeping wife he smiled, his hand lowering to rest upon their child within her who seemed for once to be as serene as her mother. Darcy’s hand lingered upon the child he had wished for these many months, a wish now so close to fulfillment. Feeling the small rhythmic movements repeating caused Darcy to chuckle at a baby yet unborn but showing one of her mother’s characteristics.

She’s hiccupping.

Staring at such serenity he wondered how he could tear himself away from the two of them to let them rest when his only wish was to remain by their side. Laying his head once again on the pillow, he closed his eyes, not opening them again until he heard the chimes of the mantle clock announce that it was two hours later. With his wife still in repose, he rose from her bed and piled the covers about her before he left with one gaze back. Truly, this was the most amazing woman he had ever known. He caressed her plump cheeks, her skin softer than the rose petals in the garden.

My Elizabeth Rose.

That same afternoon, Darcy softly rapped on the connecting door between his and the mistress room to have Betty answer, curtseying.

“She is sleeping, sir. She seemed very tired just now.”

“I won’t disturb her then.” Noting the maid’s somewhat somber mien, he added, “however, I would have a word with you in the hall, if you would oblige me.”

“Yes, sir, of course.”

He followed Betty through Elizabeth’s sitting room and into the hallway beyond that they not awaken the mistress. Betty did not raise her eyes to the master.

“Betty, is there something the matter?”

“Sir?”

“The mistress noticed that you seemed worried over some…event?”

Betty’s eyes grew large and her mouth dropped open in surprise for she had yet to tell anyone of her woes, not even Mrs. Reynolds when she came to her this morning. “I…I have had a letter...from my brother still residing at Longbourn where he is an undergardener there.”

“He is in good health I hope?”

“Yes, sir, he is fine, however…my mother who lives with him has taken ill and wishes for me to come care for her, but sir, the mistress needs me. I would not think to leave at this time!”

Darcy’s reply came from his own heart as he remembered his own mother’s comfort at having her children with her when ill. “Betty, Mrs. Darcy would indeed miss having you attend her, but your brother would not have sent word if he did not think it would be a greater comfort to your mother to have you care for her in her time of need. Of course, you must go to her.”

Betty nodded at the master’s understanding of her wish to leave but with reluctance, and was relieved that he had made the decision for her. “Thank you, sir. My brother has sent funds to pay my passage by post, sir, and I would like to leave as soon as possible.”

Darcy nodded. “I will have Mrs. Reynolds make the arrangement to have you returned to Longbourn.”

Betty paused before she continued. “But when the danger is past…I would wish to return to Pemberley, sir, and to you and the mistress.”

He stared at this young woman who had become so loyal to Elizabeth from the first day he had met her and ordered her to keep Elizabeth abed. He smiled at the memory. “Send word when you are ready to return and I will see to it.”

Relieved Betty whispered, “Yes, sir, thank you, sir.” She curtseyed again and then turned to go to her room and pack.

The next morning Elizabeth awoke to her maid busy about the room. Expecting to see Betty, she was surprised when a new face filled her vision. “Who are you?”

Smiling, the maid said softly, “I am Martha, Mistress. Do you not know me? I have been one of Georgiana’s maids for these past few months now. With Betty off to care for her ailing mum, Mrs. Reynolds wished for me to attend you.”

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head. “Of course, I know you, Martha. I had not known Betty had already left, and was merely expecting to see her this morning to have her tell me what had her so worried. It is her mother then who is ill?”

“Yes, mistress. The master had Mrs. Reynolds make arrangement yesterday to have Betty depart for Longbourn today.”

“I should have known he would take care of the matter quickly, but not before I had time to make my farewells to Betty and wish for her mother’s renewed health. Oh well, let us pray for the best.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Now, Martha, you must tell me all about yourself that I might know you as well as I know Betty.”

Martha smiled at the mistress wishing to know anything about her humble circumstances. “Yes, mum.”

Chapter 20a

Early one afternoon as the three Darcys reclined within the arboretum, taking in the warming spring weather; they were alerted by the sound of horse’s hooves. It was nearing the end of April, but the weather was still too cool for Elizabeth to be outside yet for more than a brief walk, even with the sun thawing out the earth after the long winter months, and each day brought the garden slowly back to life. Elizabeth could barely contain herself to see the alterations she had suggested and Darcy had implemented. She hoped the added color would enhance the already beautiful grounds. All arose as the butler announced the unexpected but welcomed guest, arrayed in his regimentals.

“Fitzwilliam!”

“Colonel?”

“Richard!” Georgiana squealed and ran into his arms.

Surprised by her over exuberance so unlike his ever shy little cousin left Richard unable to resist treating her much the same as he did with his own younger sister. Kissing her cheek he embraced her in a tight hug lifting her off her feet to have her gasp while clinging to his neck, for once relishing his over zealous brotherly affection. When Richard felt her loosen her hold, he released Georgiana to the floor while still holding her about the waist to give her time to recover. Taking her hands in his he could not resist a tease bubbling up inside him from so unexpected a welcome.

“Why, Georgie, I am pleased to see you are able now to control your emotions with guests. This must be your sister’s doing.”

His sarcastic remark was taken as a complement by the shy young girl who before would never have dreamt of behaving in such a manner, not even with him. She held her head high.

“Thank you, Richard, and yes, I believe you are correct. Lizzy has given me leave to express myself in safe environments.”

He released his young cousin to her seat as his gaze now turned to the person in question, the once again vibrant woman Richard had remembered from Kent, now Mrs. Darcy, and great with child.

“Ho, ho, why Mrs. Darcy, how altered is your appearance since last we met!”

A pleasant blush touched her cheeks as Darcy took her hand and she smiled up at him.

Richard continued to tease. “I must say, you have made remarkable progress.”

Elizabeth smiled at Richard and offered him her hand which he took as he bowed adding softly, “I am happy you are at last over whatever ailed you on your wedding day.”

She knew not how to make reply, her heightened senses wondering of his suspecting something out of the ordinary rather than his merely making comment at her appearance. Richard felt her hand tense, the only sign of her unease as she stared at him.

Richard’s own military training was instantaneously peaked by her reaction, but he chose to ignore it, thinking she was merely surprised at his presumed familiarity. Releasing her hand he continued in a normal voice in greeting to his cousin. “I am sure you are well pleased with such wonderful anticipation, Darcy?”

“I am indeed, Richard,” Darcy said shaking his hand and then aiding Elizabeth to sit once more.

More breathlessly than she would want she replied in kind. “We are all pleased with the development, Colonel.”

“Richard,” he corrected, charmingly smiling at her, “for we are family now.”

She smiled back. “Richard.” He found she could not hold his intense gaze.

Sitting beside Elizabeth again and motioning his cousin to a chair, Darcy asked, “to what do we owe this visit, Richard? Has your regiment taken to the hills north of London now?”

“Hardly,” Richard responded, his focus shifting as he accepted a cup of tea from Georgiana who then re-seated herself beside him. “Thank you, Georgie. Actually I have accumulated some leave during this last campaign and have come to visit my relations at Pemberley.” Laughing, he added, “I assumed I would be welcome.”

“Oh, yes, Richard, we would love to have you stay,” Georgiana happily piped in adding, “Elizabeth has made changes to the garden and we are all in wait to see how wonderfully it will be enhanced.”

“Well,” laughed Richard smiling, “it seems I have come in time to see all the additions to Pemberley. Darcy, do you have you any notion as to when the child will make his appearance?”

Elizabeth sat up straight suddenly as the babe kicked her soundly. She rubbed the spot and quipped, “Soon, I hope. I can barely breathe now.”

Richard laughed. “And Darcy of course has been taking prodigious care of you, no doubt.”

“She has been diligent with all her doctor’s orders, and we anticipate an uneventful delivery at the end of spring.” Darcy’s voice sounded more confident than he truly felt.

“That is good news then. I shall look forward to acquainting myself with the offspring when he arrives. In the mean time I have left word at headquarters as to my whereabouts. Should Boney* ever try to invade again my superiors can send a dispatch.”

While still in conversation a servant entered to announce dinner, and all rose to make their way into the dining room. Richard offered Georgiana his arm which she happily accepted.

*Bonaparte. England had been at war with France, but now was at peace.

Dinner proved to be especially satisfying for Georgiana who was s truly grateful to see her cousin again for she had a sincere affection for him bordering on hero worship. Like her brother in Georgiana’s eyes, Richard could do no wrong.

His having been out of country during this last conflict with the French, Georgiana recalled letters she had received from her Aunt Rebecca filled with worry for the welfare of her second son, and afterwards missives satisfied that he had returned virtually unscathed. Little did any of his relations know how changed Richard was from his last ordeal for he hid his turmoil well, relying on his charm to pretend an ease he did not feel at being again in polite society for his mind set refused to relinquish any of its keen abilities of observation that had kept him and his unit safe during this last mission.

With veal and pheasant were served along with red potatoes and parsnips from the lauder, Richard determined the conversation remain light. Only he seemed to take note of the fact that Elizabeth had marmalade accompanying every course.

“How do you find your meal, Mrs. Darcy?”

“Delicious,” Elizabeth replied spreading the orange jam over a slice of veal.

Raising his eyebrows, Richard quietly drained his glass of wine and having it refilled by a nearby servant while he exchanged a stare with his cousin who merely smiled, imperceptivity shaking his head at his wife’s choice of food combinations.

Elizabeth, for her part, tried to keep the conversation going as she too gave the pretense of relishing the meal. “Your travels from London to Pemberley must have been pleasant after journeying home by ship. Did you not say once you loved to see how spring came from the south like an invasion of color upon the north? Can you not tell me which is your favorite spring color?”

As Richard’s gazed returned to her, Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled in a way he had remembered while she was in their acquaintance at Kent. Forgetting for the moment his thoughts of the war and its devastation, he gazed at this remarkable woman who must have sensed his unease to have her gentle questions fill his mind instead with pleasant scenes of wildflowers and newly emerging bulbs along the hillside on his way to Pemberley. He thought of how he felt when he first saw the shores of England while still aboard the cargo ship carrying his unit back, the dark blue seas of the channel, the color of …home.

He smiled, sipping his refilled wine glass, at last finding his voice. “Blue, blue is my favorite color as in crocus and tulips and later irises.”

“And yellow, you once told me yellow was your favorite as when the daffodils emerge in early spring.” Georgie’s eyes were large as she smiled mischievously at him, awaiting his reply.

His glance shifted from Elizabeth to his little cousin whom he smiled at. “No, I recall you, little cousin, stating yellow as your favorite.”

Georgiana smiled blushing at his catching her making up the story. “Yes,” she admitted. “It is my favorite, but you must allow that it is a very lovely color.”

Richard again gazed at the person responsible for such a change in this girl whom he known all his life as so shy and retiring that she would never voice her own opinions about anything. He wondered at how Elizabeth had managed it. Smiling, Richard would only say, “Yes, it is, Georgie, a lovely color indeed.”

After the meal, all removed to the parlor where Darcy offered Richard a brandy while his wife and sister sat on the couch by the pleasantly warm fire.

Darcy was saying, “You are welcome to stay as long as you wish, Richard. It is good to have you back again.”

Richard sat down in one of the leather chairs opposite the couch. “I assure you, it is good to be back.”

Darcy heard the softest sigh come from his wife, and knew it to be a sign that her energy was flagging. Her care was paramount in his mind as he asked his cousin, “in the meantime, I will have someone show you to your rooms?”

Richard protested, “If they are the same ones as all my other visits to Pemberley I can easily find my own way. Military life has given me the ability to navigate familiar territory, cousin.”

“I am to take Elizabeth up to retire. We could accompany you.”

Richard again declined the offer, “And you as well this early, Darcy? You have been domesticated, but with such an inducement I am not all surprised.”

Darcy frowned at such a lewd remark coming from Richard who immediately recognized it as such and apologized to them both.

“My words were coarse and ill thought out. I have not been in polite company for these long months and will have to re-educate myself to proper conduct. Please forgive me, Mrs. Darcy.”

She gazed into his eyes, and after a pause said, “Elizabeth.” She smiled at his attempt of reconciliation, covering well her uncertainty.

He returned her smile and bowed, knowing she at least did not hold his vulgarity against him.

“Darcy, I am merely experiencing a mild case of jealousy. You have made a most excellent choice, cousin. Your parents would have been proud to have such a daughter.”

Darcy nodded while immediately turning to look at Elizabeth who had rather quickly taken her sister’s hand, her voice remaining calm. “Georgiana, do you wish to retire this early?”

Oblivious to the tension in the room, the young girl piped, “I would rather go to the music room to practice, Elizabeth.”

“Ah,” Richard admitted with enthusiasm. “That is just the entertainment I have desired for many months. I offer my services to turn pages for you, Georgie.”

Georgiana beamed. “You are most welcomed company, Richard.”

“Thank you, cousin, and thank you for welcoming me, Mrs. Darcy…Elizabeth. Have a pleasant rest. I look forward to seeing you both again tomorrow.”

Elizabeth nodded. “You are most welcome here at Pemberley, Richard.”

Darcy held Elizabeth’s arm as they exited the room with Richard’s eyes following them. His keen instincts had picked up on their unease, and he wondered if there was something amiss above concerns for her condition to have both Darcys so on edge.

Georgiana interrupted his musings by asking, “Richard, are you ready to accompany me to the music room?”

“Of course, cousin,” Richard replied after confiscating the brandy carafe. Then offering his arm to escort her he asked, “Are you excited to have a niece or nephew to tend in little more than a month’s time?”

“Oh, yes, Richard,” squealed Georgiana. “But Elizabeth says she may deliver very soon now.”

He laughed. “Indeed? Is that not somewhat early?”

“I have no knowledge of the reasons she feels it to be so except that she says she is now so uncomfortable.” She blushed and added, “but I suppose married ladies would know more of these matters than I?”

“What does her doctor say of this?”

“Dr. Smith is usually quite vague about when the delivery will occur stating that babies arrive on their own schedules, but he has taken a room at the Lambton Inn for the past few weeks to be available should Elizabeth begin to delivery earlier than expected.”

“Really? Is that not odd to have him hovering so soon? Does he feel there may be a problem?”

Georgians eyes became large, her countenance visibly upset at his statement. He could see that she had never pondered such a thought that now brought her almost on the verge of tears. “I thought it was merely Fitzwilliam expressed wish to have the doctor so near…Oh, Richard, do you think that might be the case…that the outcome might begin too early…and…not be…”

Richard kissed her hand realizing at the upset he had caused her, and tried to reassure her. “No, please, Georgie, calm yourself. I was merely wondering aloud, like you of my own lack of knowledge about such things.” Kissing her hand again he added, “Come now, little cousin, do not be distressed. Let us believe rather that your brother is merely being over protective of her as he has always been of you, and that the outcome will be an uneventful delivery.”

Georgiana swallowed and nodded in agreement. “Yes, Richard. I pray every night that it be as you say.” She even tried to smile at his encouragement.

“Then all should be well with such supplications as you must fashion, little cousin. Yes?” He rubbed her chin and smiled in his charming way to allay her fears.

She nodded, now more calm at his continued assurances of the prospect of Elizabeth’s safe delivery.

“Now, come do me the great honor of one of your lovely command performances. I have missed hearing such beautiful music these long months with none but my fellow comrades regaling me with their exploits amid cigar smoke and brandy!”

“Oh, Richard,” she smiled, now more placated by his reassurances, she began to leaf through the pile of sheet music to chose a piece to begin.

Richard’s mind, however, continued to ponder as he absentmindedly turned pages for Georgiana.

The wedding had not been…eight months ago, so even if Mrs. Darcy became with child on their wedding night would they not have another month complete to await the birth? Something must be wrong with the child or with her to have both of them so ill at ease merely at my arrival.

Georgiana gently chided him. “Richard, I have been waiting for you to turn the page for quite some time now. Are you so unaware of my talent as to not be attuned to my needs?”

“What? Oh, please forgive me, Georgiana. My mind had wandered on a particular thought. I promise hereafter to be more attentive.”

And he remained so until Georgiana finished several pieces.

“I think I shall like to retire now.”

He teased her. “I suppose your brother would wish me to escort you to your rooms on my way to my own.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, now totally at relaxed with his easy manner. “I shall be delighted, Richard.”

They made their way above stairs; he left her at her bedroom door before he ambled further down the hallway to the guest quarters he always occupied. His travel bag was already unpacked and his coats were hung in the dressing closet.

Alone now with his thoughts he again wondered if Darcy’s fears for Elizabeth came from the memories of Lady Anne’s demise to weigh more heavily on Pemberley’s master now that he was so close to becoming a father.

From what I have previously observed Elizabeth has not Lady Anne’s apparent tendency to frailness as does our cousin Anne. Elizabeth is a strong woman. Darcy must merely be concerned for his wife’s welfare as any sensible man would be.

Relaxing in that thought and on the luxurious bed so unlike the uncomfortable cots or worse that he had laid his head recently, he allowed himself to be lulled in the security of Pemberley, sleeping the entire night through.

The same could not be said of the mistress’ chambers. Darcy had left Elizabeth for the time it took his valet to aid him dress for the night. Old Rutherford brushed the topcoat of non-existent lint before he hung it in the dressing closet. Handing the master his nightshirt, the valet took Darcy’s boots and placed them where they could be polished early the next morning to be ready for the master.

“Will there be anything else, sir?”

“No, Rutherford, good night.” Darcy smiled at the old man’s apparent contentment to be of use still.

“Thank you, sir. Good night.” The old valet limped out of the room carrying his master’s boots, his old bones weary but glad they still had purpose in serving his young man whom he had grown to admire with each passing year and more so this particular year which promised the prospect of young ones again. His craggy face screwed up in a smile.

His father would have been proud at how well he has turned out.

Making his way down the hallway and below stairs, Rutherford left the young master to himself.

Walking across the room to the door adjoining Elizabeth’s chamber, Darcy knocked and was bid enter by his wife. She had likewise dispensed with her maid and was now alone, sitting at her vanity table brushing out her waist length hair; the mass of curls refusing to be tamed by Elizabeth’s thorough attentions. It was obvious her thoughts were troubled. Darcy advanced to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and kissing the crown of her head to cause her to stop her incessant brushing.

“Come to bed, Elizabeth.”

She obeyed, rising from her seat with his help and onto the step stool beside the four-poster. All around them the walls seemed a haven in the woods with its garden display. He settled her beneath the covers and hugged her to his person, inhaling her lavender perfume but also sensing her unease. Wisely he chose to wait for her to broach the reason for such unease that he knew she would take little time in speaking of.

“Do you think Richard suspects anything amiss, Fitzwilliam?”

“No.” Darcy wished only to reassure her, kissing her neck. “He is only concerned for your well being which is part and parcel of Richard’s natural response to damsels in distress.”

She smiled to his alluding to the theme of one or more of the popular novels being widely published and distributed and what had so embarrassed Georgiana at dinner. “A knight in splendid dress to defend and protect the heroine?”

“He has the correct attire, Elizabeth, for he is a gallant officer in regimentals.” Darcy chose his words in reference to her younger sisters’ allure of a man in uniform. He was actually teasing her that she remain calm. “Do you wish him as your champion?” She smiled.

“Never!” was all she need say before his lips captured hers for a lingering kiss.

“Good, for I have no desire to duel him for your affections.” With his next kiss he brought her thoughts only to him, and found himself likewise without the wish to leave her.

She persisted. “I do not wish for you to relate the circumstances of our marriage to your cousin.”

Darcy frowned. “He is a colonel in the king’s army, and use to keeping secrets, Elizabeth and is my oldest and most trusted confidant from childhood. The hasty arrangement of our nuptials and then his being sent directly off to the Continent precluded my informing him. As Georgiana’s co-guardian he and I have shared discussions of many aspects of our lives. I had always the intention of relating our situation to him, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth nodded but continued her reasoning. “Yes, perhaps we should have included him by informing him the day of our marriage, but circumstances have changed.”

“Why do you feel he should not be privy to this?”

She sighed before answering his question with one of her own. “Do you think your cousin is changed from when last seeing him?”

“Does he appear different to you than when you last met him ?”

“Yes…no…yes, I cannot tell you how but, he is changed in some respect. In outward appearance, he acts much the same charmer, but I sense some slyness in his calm demeanor that had not been there before, as though he were constantly watching, observing from the shadows that make me ill at ease to be in his company.” Looking at the dubious expression from her husband she added, “you must think me quite mad to have these feelings of discomposure, but…”

“No,” Darcy reassured her. “I have grown to trust your instincts, Elizabeth. They have been true and correct thus far.” Darcy too felt something must have occurred to have Richard come unannounced to Pemberley at this time of year. “I will not relay anything to Richard until I have had a chance to know what he is about.” His hand caressed her cheek.

“You are good to humor me.”

“Humoring you is one of my many pleasures.”

She succumbed to one of his other pleasures before he settled them both beneath the eider down counterpane, his face snuggling into the mass of her curls. Soon his soft snoring reflected a man content. It was not until much later that she too finally gave way to slumber, still worrying over the subtle differences in the charming colonel whom she had first met at Rosings.

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