Section I, Section II
Chapter One Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
The remainder of the Bennet family was sitting eating a simple dinner. All that was to be heard was the clinking of the chinaware and the servants rushing about. Not one person was producing any conversation, not even Mrs. Bennet, which was a rare occasion indeed. A fortnight before, they were all occupied with something concerning the weddings of the two eldest girls, Jane and Elizabeth. There had been days of endless preparations, packing clothing, receiving wedding gifts, preparing the food, etc. Everything had been hastily done and rearranged several times so that everything would be flawless for the special day.
Now the happy occasion had come and gone. Lizzy, Darcy, Jane, and Mr. Bingley (now known as Charles to the family, though they continued to call Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy only 'Darcy', since Mr. Bennet had taken to calling him so) were all gone off to their honeymoons leaving the house quiet for the most part. For days and nights following, Mrs. Bennet talked of nothing else but even she eventually tired of talking of the wedding and there was an astonishing amount of silence as they ate. To be assured, if Lydia had been at Longbourn there would be no peace, but alas, she was in the northern counties with her husband Mr. Wickham. Her chatter was perhaps not missed much by certain members of the family.
As the last of the meal was disposed of, the family retreated to the sitting room. Mr. Bennet sat in his chair and read a book. He did this often and the reason seems that perhaps in being transported to a different environment, he was likely able to shut out his own. Mary followed his lead and sat down to a book of theology. Kitty sat and looked at a bonnet trying to think of some way to make it more fashionable. Mrs. Bennet was contemplating the remark Lady Catherine de Bourgh had made about the windows being "full west" and she started to plan an addition to the house, a new sitting room. They were quite surprised to hear Hill greeting someone in the entryway. "Visitors? The clock struck eight but a moment ago. Who would be calling at this hour?" thought Mr. Bennet.
Hill walked in the door but no one followed her. "An express just arrived, sir." Mr. Bennet thanked her and then commented, "Well, well, aren't we the lucky family! Three expresses in a year and a half. I wonder if the contents of this one are any bit improved to those of the previous ones." As he read the message, his face grew dark and a worried line came across his brow. "Whatever is it Mr. Bennet? Has one of the girls injured herself?" Mrs. Bennet continued on her list of possible mishaps until he had finished reading it.
"This is worrisome news indeed and I'm quite shocked by it. It seems that this just came from your sister-in-law, Mrs. Gardiner. She writes that your brother, Edward, is extremely ill and she begs we come at once, for she fears it to be our last meeting." "Oh, my poor dear brother. Oh, he must be dreadfully ill and I'm sure we will not make it before he has already departed." And on went her woeful chatting while Mr. Bennet was already devising a plan on how they could depart the quickest.
The next morning they had embarked on the journey and arrived in the evening. They were received by Mrs. Gardiner who, though her eyes behold of the weeping she had done, greeted them graciously. "Is he still with us, Sister?" asked Mrs. Bennet anxiously. "Yes, but I fear he worsens very quickly. The doctor believes he may be able to save him if he can perform an operation of a sort. The operation is very dangerous and it concerns his liver. I fear for him greatly, but I can only pray for his recovery. I thank you all for coming at this most trying time." Mr. Bennet displayed an usual amount of affection by putting an arm about her shoulders and said, "Think nothing of it. We're here to help you and attend to anything you may be in need of."
The doctor entered the room about half past six and announced that he was going to begin the operation soon. The family fell silent at the news. Kitty was sitting with her aunt, comforting her as best she could. Mary and Mr. Bennet were caring for the children by reading them stories. Mrs. Bennet kept all her misgivings and fears about the operation to herself, which was to be attributed to an earlier discussion with Mr. Bennet, in which he begged of her to be quiet about the illness of her brother and all her doubts as he feared it would ruin Mrs. Gardiner's nerves and further her anxiety. So she remained silent, although it was difficult for her to maintain this inaudibility.
They ate a very little amount of supper, except Mary, whose stomach could handle anything when being worried or not, and again they sat in the sitting room and waited. The hours grew longer and as midnight drew near everyone was dozing off. Mr. Bennet softly snored with his head resting on his chest and Mary sat in full upright position sleeping with her head tilted back and her mouth open in a most un-ladylike way. Mrs. Bennet leaned heavily to one side of the chair threatening to push it, and herself over. Kitty and Mrs. Gardiner leaning softly against one another. Not a sound was heard except for the continual ticking of the clock on the mantel. They remained in this arrangement for four hours. Mrs. Gardiner did not sleep but for a few moments. She sat awake thinking about the implications of her husband's illness and her thoughts turned to scripture for comfort.
They were awakened by the doctor, looking thoroughly exhausted and weary. Mrs. Gardiner came to him with eagerness to hear the results of the operation. He managed a small smile as he told them he believed Mr. Gardiner would be fine after a few months in bed. Relief showed on every face and it was felt in every heart. Mrs. Gardiner's relief was the greatest of anyone's. She did not have to bear the loss of her dear husband and the trials of being a widow.
After a few hours of quiet and rest, Mr. Gardiner was at last allowed visitors. It goes without saying that Mrs. Gardiner was anxious to see him, so the Bennets permitted her and the children to spend a few moments alone with him before their entrance. Upon entering the modestly furnished room they were shocked at the appearance of their uncle and brother.
The man who had always been jovial and optimistic, the man who had done everything in his power to help the family during the trying time of seeking out Lydia and Wickham, was now an awful sight. His usually ruddy complexion was ghastly pale and his eyes, usually so full of laughter, were dark and large rings surrounded them. His voice was notably weaker also. But with the good care and love of the family he improved quite well in the days after.
Chapter Two Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
A week following the operation a knock was sounded on the Gardiner's door. The visitors were very dear friends of the Gardiner's. They had heard of Mr. Gardiner's illness the day before the operation took place. They had traveled in haste from their summer holiday spot near the seashore. Being unaware of his improved condition, they feared they were heading towards a funeral.
Mr. and Mrs. James Romsen were delightful people. They were gracious and kind, always ready to except all those whom they might meet. They were much like the Gardiners in their temperance and courtesy. They had raised three children; the eldest was a daughter who had been married the past two years to a well-known merchant in London. Next came two fine young men, Harold and Caleb.
There were three years between the boys, and their physical appearances were very different. Harold stood tall and straight with long limbs, chestnut brown hair, and light brown eyes. Though they both had fine features Caleb was often considered the better looking of the two. He also was a sizable height, but his arms weren't quite as long as his elder brother's. His hair was a golden blond with a touch of brown and his eyes were a deep blue, always accompanied by an endearing twinkle. He had perfect straight teeth that revealed themselves when he laughed at a good joke. He was usually attacked by fascinated young women at balls and parties, each trying to outshine the other in their attempts to get his attention.
Upon arriving at the Gardiner's and finding their friend in better health then expected, they dined with the Bennets and Mrs. Gardiner. During their supper, the Bennets and the Romsens took the opportunity to get better acquainted. Mrs. Romsen inquired about where their residence was and Mr. Bennet replied. Mrs. Romsen said, "Longbourn! James, is that not where Sir William lives? I'm sure it is. Are you by any chance acquainted with the Lucas family?" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed stridently, "Why, yes! We have known the Lucas's for many, many years. As a fact, Mr. Bennet's cousin is married to their eldest girl, Charlotte."
"Oh my, this is amazing! We've also known them for quite some time, more than thirty years, at least. Sir William was James' best man at our wedding. We all grew up together in Bedford and were exceedingly close." This conversation brought old memories to mind and the adults shared them amongst themselves. The younger people, seeing the grownups occupied, conversed among themselves also.
Caleb was the first to speak. "So, Miss Catherine..." Kitty interrupted, "Oh, please do call me Kitty. Everyone else does." "Yes, of course. Harold and I do not mind if you call us by our given names either. Do you know Maria Lucas well?" A slow smile spread over Kitty's face. "Yes, she is one of my dearest friends." "Oh, that is well. As children we got on quite nicely. I must inquire is she still as amusing as she was at twelve years of age?" "I think so, sir. I've found great pleasure in her company and I always hear good reports from those who meet her."
Caleb grinned. "That is good. It has been six long years since our last visit. Mother keeps in contact with Lady Lucas consistently though. Harold and I dearly wish to see the family again. Say, perhaps if it would be convenient, we might travel back with your family, or perhaps just Harold and myself. What say you, Harold?" Harold, who had not spoken before yet had listened intently, replied that he was quite in favor of the idea. He too had liked to spend time with Maria and Charlotte and wished to see them again, but the thought of Charlotte being wedded seemed unreal to him. She had been past one and twenty years of age last time they visited and she hadn't seemed to have possible suitors any time soon.
Chapter Three Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
In the early morning, a fortnight and a week after they had arrived, the Bennets were hastily rushing about, preparing to return back to Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet was scurrying here and there calling commands on where to place the many trunks and bags. Kitty and Mary were saying goodbyes to their cousins, while the little ones wailed. They loved the two young women and thought they were jolly playmates. They were very sorry to see them go.
Mr. Edward Gardiner sat comfortably in the parlor watching the activity with some amusement. He thought his sister to be somewhat eccentric and demanding, but he loved her all the same. He thought too, how glad he was that she had married Mr. Bennet, a man with a sound mind and a voice of reason in the family. It was unfortunate that his good judgment and brains had not been reproduced in all of his daughters.
He thought with displeasure of Lydia's escapades and troubles with Wickham. He hoped Mr. Wickham's wrong doings would catch up with him some day and chasten him. With that in mind, a smile stole over his face. "Living with Lydia the rest of his life is almost punishment enough." He thought with a quiet chuckle. His contemplation was interrupted upon his wife entering the parlor. With her help and the assistance of a sturdy cane he rose to his feet and went outside to bid them farewell. He and Mrs. Gardiner had said they're goodbyes to the Romsens the night prior. After the Bennets' departure they would have the house to themselves again.
The coach was fully loaded with the trunks and the driver sat on the coach waiting. The courtyard was a buzz of noise as the families said goodbyes. Both promising to visit the other, sealed with hugs and kisses all around. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet settled themselves in the coach and the girls followed suit. They waved goodbye and called farewells as they rode away towards the inn in which the Romsens were stationed. The Romsens and Bennets had decided to travel together back to Longbourn. Both families had become well acquainted during their visit and they found each other to be good and pleasant company. They had two large carriages rented for the trip. The couples rode together, with Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Romsen chatting like two squirrels, while Mary, Kitty, Harold, and Caleb sat in their carriage settling in for the long ride.
As they passed though the streets of London, Kitty watched the small urchin children run to and fro, dodging wagons and carts. "How sorry those little beggars look. Why have they had to live in such a state? Why?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Caleb saying her name. "Miss Kitty, are you ill or just pondering?" He looked at her intently with some concern written on his brow. "I'm well. I was just thinking." Caleb sighed and said, "Good. I shouldn't like to become ill on a journey." She thought it odd that he should be worried for her health. After all, it was the middle of summer and the air was pleasantly warm and crisp. She brushed the oddity of it aside and continued to watch as they reached the outskirts of London, driving into the beautiful green countryside.
Sometime later a small rumble of noise protruded from Harold's stomach, which caused him to sheepishly grin and apologize for the manners of the organ. But not twenty seconds later, Kitty and Mary's replied his in unison. Such an usual situation made the youthful party laugh. Kitty laughed with delight, Harold chuckled softly, Caleb guffawed right out loud, and even Mary, yes, solemn Mary, slowly split into a grin.
"I suppose we are all in agreement that a midday meal is in demand. Does anyone know where we are by chance?" Kitty inquired. "I do believe we are near the village near our half way mark." replied Caleb. "Ah, good. I thought my father mentioned stopping there for a picnic. It has seemed to be a very long time since breakfast and I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out." Her remarks caused Caleb to smile. Most girls believed it to be a folly to speak of desiring food, as if it were a sin to mention it other than when planning menus and such. He thought Kitty's innocent proclamation very refreshing after some of the reserved and stiff young ladies he'd met.
Not five minutes later their parents' carriage came to a stop. A sigh of relief escaped Mary's lips which brought more smiles among the company. Each member of the party began to file out of the vehicle. Harold, being closest to the door, climbed out to help the ladies down. Mary allowed him to lightly take her hand and steady her descent from the vehicle and as Kitty prepared to also, her shoe caught on the rug placed in the coach and she lost her balance.
She tried desperately to regain her footing, but her efforts were in vain as she stumbled out the door. Though Caleb was trying to keep her from falling from behind, she was out of his grasp. Fear spread through her being and she knew she was going to fall. A loud knock on the rim of the door was heard as she fell. In a swift movement Harold caught her about the waist. She was surprised that she hadn't fallen and then realized that it was Harold's strong arms and quick motions that had saved her from injury.
He gently set her down and inquired if she was harmed. She was at first in complete shock. Her voice was breathless and shaky, but she said that she was not injured. Caleb rushed out to ask if she was alright also, both men with concern and a little doubt in their eyes. As they stared at her half pale, half blushing face and she again assured them most readily that she was fine. Mary stood next to her and took her trembling hand and they all started towards their parents.
In less than four steps they turned around quickly, due to a pitiful, loud gasp which had escaped from Kitty's throat. Pain washed over her face and a look of agony came to her eyes. In two steps the boys came back to her side. "What is it? Are you truly injured?" asked Caleb his face a mask of fear. She groaned, a heart wrenching sound. "I believe something is terribly wrong with my foot. It hurts violently!"
Mary couldn't hold her up well and Kitty, who was unable to support herself any longer, started to collapse in to a heap. Harold caught her by the elbows as she went down. "Please Miss Kitty. You must allow one of us to carry you. You are in no condition to walk on that foot. You might crack a bone or in some way make it worse. It would be best if you'd allow me to carry you." Caleb looked at his brother and said in steady voice, "I will carry her, Harold."
"Perhaps we had better carry her together. It will give her more stability." Harold heard the tone of Caleb's voice, like he was trying to calm himself down from the excitement which had just occurred. "Yes, perhaps that is best. Do you have any objections, Kitty?" She shook her head for a reply as she obviously could not speak due to the pain. Both of them carried her in a chair-like position, each with a hand supporting her back. In this manner they carried her to her parents.
Chapter Four Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
As they approached the carriage Mr. Bennet rushed toward them and, since none of the adults had seen the accident, demanded the meaning of them carrying her. He thought that she was becoming as bold and shameful as Lydia, but he did not believe Caleb and Harold the type of men to be disgraceful with women. When he noticed the pained look on her face and her white knuckles clutching their coats, he knew he was mistaken.
Mary retold the incident and explained the whole situation. Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Romsen at once set to making her comfortable after the boys gently sat her down. Mrs. Bennet carried on about Kitty becoming a cripple from this misfortune and all the many problems to be created from it. Mr. Bennet leaned over and told her to cease her gloomy talk, and with that she silenced immediately. Mrs. Romsen concluded that the foot would have to be examined for broken bones.
Harold spoke, "Mother, because of the medical training I received last summer while living with Doctor Ferrington, I think I should examine it, due to the experience and knowledge he taught me while I was there." Mr. Bennet nodded his consent. Harold knelt down by her and said, "I'm sorry this is not quite proper, but given the circumstances, I think it best." "That is fine; I think you'd better check it. I hope it isn't broken, though it might serve me right for being so clumsy." Her mother carefully tugged off her traveling shoe and revealed the stockinged foot.
Harold carefully took her foot in his hands and began to feel for broken or disjointed bones, probing gently with his fingers. Caleb watched and thought to himself, "How small and petite her feet are! Harold's hands nearly swallow her whole foot. My goodness!" Yet all the while Harold was thinking how embarrassing to be examining such an intimate thing as a young woman's foot and not in a doctor's home or office either. To have everyone looking on and watching made him nervous. It really was a simple thing he reminded himself. He'd learned to discover, set, and heal damaged bones along with a variety of other ailments from Doctor Ferrington, an old family friend. He had stayed with him during his summer semester last year at the Science and Physics School he had attended near Bath.
Kitty bit her lip as the pain penetrated through her foot and leg. She tried to remove the pain mentally, by wishing it away, but the aching and the perspiration that dotted her forehead was clear evidence that she would not be better for some time. She thought in wonder how gently the young man was handling her sore foot. He was so carefully checking the bones and trying not to cause her more agony. She looked to Caleb, he was smiling softly but in but a moment it became a small scowl. She wondered what was distressing him. Had he been smiling because she was so clumsy climbing out of the carriage? Did he find it amusing that she had gotten into such a scrape?
All these thoughts ceased as another lightning bolt of pain shot through her, and this time a sharp cry came though unbidden. Harold jumped back a bit at the sudden noise. He worriedly glanced back at her face. "Is that where it hurts most?" "Yes!" She said through tightly clenched teeth. "Mrs. Bennet, I'm sorry but her stocking must be removed. I must determine how bad that bruise is. It may be an open wound."
As the men looked away out of respect, Mrs. Bennet removed the stocking with a gentleness that Kitty had rarely seen in her mother. As the stocking revealed her ankle Mrs. Romsen gasped loudly and Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, "Oh my poor Kitty!" Harold whirled around and a sick feeling went through his stomach. The ankle was a huge ugly mass of blue, green, and dark purple, almost black. It was starting to bleed in one area rapidly. He'd never seen such a gruesome foot injury in all the cases he'd assisted in.
Harold had always thought he could abide looking at grotesque scenes when doctoring, yet as he stared at this particular one, it made him feel unstable and queasy. Then he thought of the poor wounded girl who, he could imagine, must be in deep pain. Harold hated to see anyone suffer, for he was tenderhearted towards all God's creations. He felt deep sorrow for poor little Kitty, and admired the forbearance and dignity she was showing.
Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter and tears welled up in his eyes. How deeply it cut him to see his daughter in such an awful situation. His fatherly instinct made him wish he could have stopped her from falling before or how he wished it were him to whom the blow had been received. Mary watched all this in silence, not reacting to the horrid occurrence as much as the others but she did feel genuinely sorry for her sister.
Caleb looked and closed his eyes as if to shut out the horrible scene. He felt as if his heart was being torn and bleeding like her very wound. He realized that a rapidly growing attachment to Kitty had taken him over. He realized for the first time in his life he was falling in love. Yes, he had enjoyed the many young women who had sought his attentions and he had enjoyed the game of teasing and flirting, but none had actually taken his heart as had this charming young lady. Seeing her in this present state made him want to take her in his arms and tell her how grieved he was for her pain.
Harold again looked at the bruised area and gave a low sigh. "I've hardly ever seen such an injury, Miss Kitty. I do not wish to alarm you, but I do think we should see if there is a doctor in town, or an apothecary who has something to help heal your wound. I do know one thing; you are not to move in the least. That is one apparent thing and it is a direct order. I cannot think how you managed to thrash it so, but I must say how regrettably sorry I am for it." Kitty looked into his eyes and saw that every word was very sincere, though seeing was not an easy thing for her, because her own were full of unspilt tears from the pain and it made images blurry.
"I think I can safely promise not to move it. Thank you for your kindness and concern, for catching me and intercepting my fall, and for your chivalrous services in the examination. I am very grateful." "Think nothing of it." He replied with a solemn face. "Now there is the business of finding a doctor or something to heal that bruised foot. Would anyone...." He was interrupted by Caleb, who quickly said he would take care of it. He was so eager to be of help and do something for Kitty. He forgot about eating and immediately jumped on a horse and set off for the village.
Chapter Five Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
Kitty's color came back little by little and everyone, being relieved somewhat, sat down to eat the lunch that had been forgotten. Mary sat dutifully by Kitty's side ready to get her any thing she desired. Harold spoke to them about an experience he had when the doctor asked him to help with a little boy who had fallen into a rocky brook and gashed his arm. This talk was not particularly thrilling to the girls, but feeling that Harold was shy most times and did not converse much, they listened intently as if it was a rare event. Occasionally he'd ask Kitty as to how she was feeling and how the pain was faring. She assured him that it was reduced significantly and that she was feeling much better now that she had immobilized her foot.
As they were just concluding their meal, Caleb rode up and wearily slid off his horse. He told them that the doctor unfortunately was attending to a sick family some miles away and would not return that day. However, his wife had an ointment for healing bruises and gave him the necessary instructions for Kitty's foot. They were to apply the ointment to the afflicted place and wrap it in clean cloth, binding it loosely, not damaging the injury more. Before traveling, she suggested that they had best let Kitty rest for three or four hours, as the journey in the jolting coach would surely exhaust her and cause her much discomfort. They consulted with each other if they should continue on or stay the night in the village. Caleb announced that there were no inns in so small a village. So they had no other options but to press on after three hours of resting and feeding the horses, making sure the luggage was secure, etc.
The women set to work on making the carriage comfortable for Kitty. They took any linen, cloths, and even a few dresses and settled them where her feet would be laid across to the other seat. They then applied the ointment and the bindings and she was ready for the dreadful journey to begin. Harold and Caleb had sat on the seat facing Mary and Kitty on the way there but now that Kitty's feet must take some room they would have to sit across from their siblings.
As Mary sat by where Kitty's feet were to be placed, Harold moved towards the door. Caleb rushed in before him, claiming the seat next to Kitty's, because he wanted to sit next to her for the rest of the trip. Harold wondered what was making his brother so hasty and awkward. He shook his head and climbed in next to Mary, still perplexed. Mr. Bennet and Mr. Romsen slowly and carefully set Kitty in and arranged her feet on the cushioned spot. She groaned once at the movement but kept still and bravely fought the pain. Once all were settled, they set out once again.
Mary brought a book to read and she was buried deeply in it for hours, hardly looking up from it once. Harold just looked out the window at the scenery and occasionally joined in the conversation Kitty and Caleb were having. They were approaching a rough bluff where the road was scattered with large stones. They had taken a different route to hasten their arrival at their uncle's home before, so they had not encountered this. Kitty groaned as she viewed it, those rocks and boulders would mean pain for her and it was not a cheerful thought. Harold was thinking this also; he knew what it would mean for Kitty and only prayed it would not be too bumpy. They came to the hazardous part and passed through it slowly. The driver knew of the invalid in his care and went over the section cautiously and he was proving to do well.
They were just over the last rise when the carriage jolted violently on one last huge boulder. From Kitty came a loud scream of agony as her foot bounced against the carriage door. Tears flowed freely from the corners of her widened eyes and she grasped the seat in her anguish. Never had she felt so much pain all in one instance. Caleb's heart wrenched with the pain she was feeling and he unconsciously put an arm around her as she leaned against him, trying to calm her breathing and waiting for the horrible torture to release her. Mary and Harold both sharply looked up. Harold waited for Kitty to catch her breath and then asked her if she thought it had done more damage. She weakly said other than the painful shock, she did not think it was injured further.
Caleb still had Kitty under his arm and she becoming conscious of the improper act, gently pulled away. She knew that he was only trying to help her ease the pain and thought it kind of him. He was a "good friend indeed" as Mary was apt to say. She smiled to let him know that she was fine and that the pain was lessened. As she pulled away he suddenly realized what he had done. He mentally kicked himself. How could he have been so forward, and after they had known each other for such a brief amount of time? True, he had only meant to comfort her, but in such a way was unseemly. Now Mary gently settled Kitty's feet in the right spot again and the trip continued on.
It was now coming nigh on to evening and yet they were still on the road. Because of their delay, they had missed a good many hours of traveling and they were forced to travel into the evening. The sun started to set, the sky covered in glorious pink, orange, and lavender hues. The sight brought a calm quiet to those in the carriage as it slipped further and further away from the sky. It slowly went down until it was seen no more. Everyone settled themselves as comfortably as they could, which, if you've ever ridden in a crammed carriage, is quite hard to do. Kitty was so worn out from the great toll the accident had taken on her that she, within the hour, fell fast asleep. She was so tired that she was not conscious that her head slowly dropped to lean on Caleb's shoulder. He did not recognize it at first but then he felt the soft pressure of her head. He looked at the weary Kitty and smiled to himself. It was a wonderful moment for him.
Then he caught Harold's eye. He was looking at him a bit reproachfully but Caleb just made a gesture as if to say, "What can I do about it? I don't want to wake her." Harold nodded and turned back to the window. Soon Caleb and Mary also started to doze, but Harold stayed awake, for he was thinking about the active day they had. He thought of Kitty and the spunk and courage she had shown through all of it. He also thought how grateful he was that Doctor Ferrington had taught him so many useful things in Bath last summer. He was very glad to have been of help in the earlier crisis.
Chapter Six Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
They at last came to Longbourn in the late evening when all was quiet and the moon had risen to reign over the sky. They were all so weary and tired that Mr. and Mrs. Bennet begged that the Romsens would stay the night in their spare rooms. So tired were they that there were no arguments on the matter. Mr. Bennet and Caleb carried Kitty to her room and Mary prepared her for bed and both girls soon fell asleep. Mrs. Bennet, though very exhausted, ran about making the downstairs spare room comfortable for Harold and Caleb, and Lizzy's old room to be occupied by James and Abigail Romsen. She was done within half an hour and they all said goodnight and retired to their rooms.
Caleb and Harold entered their temporary quarters and looked about. The spare room was nicely, but not richly, furnished. There was a closet to the right of them that was a serviceable size, an antique bureau with beautiful old carvings on the front and handles, complete with a basin for washing, and two nice post beds with ticking mattresses, covered with clean quilts and fresh linens. Also in the corner of the room, was a chair and a writing desk. The room smelled of fresh scented lavender, used to air out the room in case of visitors. The room was pleasing to a weary traveler who only wanted basic necessities, and the brothers were not highhanded people to turn up their noses at less expensively furnished rooms, so they were quite comfortable. They fell quickly to sleep and Caleb dreamt about the charming Miss Catherine Bennet throughout the night.
The morning crept in softly, the sunshine seeping through the windows and draperies to lighten each room with its warmth. Harold awoke with some difficulty, the sleep trying to reclaim him. He tried to remember where he was, not at home to be sure. His mind suddenly cleared and he remembered he was at the Bennets. He looked at his sleeping younger brother. Caleb was snoring softly and looked as if he could sleep forever.
Harold smiled at the thought that if there were no obligations to be met, no business to attend to, no social gatherings for that matter, Caleb would most likely sleep all his life away. But Harold believed in putting every spare minute to use, not being idle unless you're situation requires it, such as Kitty's. Even in her situation he would most likely be reading; or if he were a girl, he would be working on some embroidery. He wondered how his little patient was faring this morning. She did seem little to him, though she was almost nineteen. She was a very brave young lady, in that he could credit her.
He got out of the bed and washed, shaved, and dressed very carefully so as not to wake Caleb. Ever since he was young he had felt a responsibility for Caleb. He had always protected him, taught him, played with him, and had long sincere talks with him. They shared many things and gave each other the best of advice. Their physical appearance, as afore said, was very different, but when seeing them together in a group, no one could doubt that they were indeed brothers.
Harold thought about the few instances yesterday when Caleb had acted oddly. When Kitty had been in need of being carried to her parents, and when they were entering the carriage after the accident. And then it all the events came together. Could Caleb be developing certain tender feelings towards Miss Bennet? The thought was very interesting. He was sure Caleb hadn't felt any for past women. Or had he? He would have to watch and contemplate this further, but he had a pretty good idea that this was the reason for Caleb's awkward behavior.
He decided not to think about it for the moment and quietly opened the door into a hallway with a gleaming wooden floor. He found what he supposed to be the sitting room at the end of the hallway and, though he felt a bit conscious about it, peeked in to see if anyone was about. He found Mr. Bennet in a large cushioned chair with a book in hand. Mr. Bennet looked up and acknowledged Harold with a cheery "Good morning". "Good morning to you, sir. I'm sorry if I have disturbed your peace. I thought that perhaps I was the only person up."
"Oh, that is no bother. I most times wake up first to enjoy the quiet in the house that ceases when my wife awakes." Mr. Bennet chuckled at this. Harold had noticed how tiresome Mrs. Bennet's chatter could be to a man and he could not hold back his own grin at Mr. Bennet's humor. Mr. Bennet motioned him to sit opposite him for he was in want of some male company.
"I'd like to thank you personally for your assistance in Kitty's injury. You're catching her in her fall was a great act on your part and the examination and medical advice was much appreciated. If I had known how, I should have done it myself, but I never had the privilege to learn any form of medical practice. Where did you learn it?" Harold told him that all was but a little matter. He proceeded to tell him about his attendance to the academy where he had been studying and Doctor Ferrington's hospitality and the many times he allowed Harold to help with the patients who called upon him. He had learned so many things about the curing and healing of the flesh and determining dangerous situations that it had stuck with him.
He had been there to take some classes in livestock science as he wished to become a horse breeder. His parents had desired him to be a lawyer, but he found that working with horses filled his soul with delight and it promised to be a very good trade if done correctly. He told Mr. Bennet of his dream to one day breed the finest, gentlest horses in all of England and of the estate he was to inherit from his uncle upon his twenty-second birthday.
The estate was not exceptionally grand but comfortable. The grounds were a good size, with orchards and gardens surrounding the house; ponds and brooks ran across it, and fine large sturdy stables were structured, enough to house many well breed horses. Harold stopped abruptly, surprised at himself. He was telling all of his dreams and ambitions to Mr. Bennet, a person with whom he had only been acquainted with for less then a month.
Caleb was the only other person in the world who knew of these things, not even his parents had he told of his desires for the future. Yet he felt he could trust Mr. Bennet with all his secrets, he seemed to be a man who would not tell anyone and who would give him good advice. He looked at the face across from him and thought he saw admiration in Mr. Bennet's eyes. "You're hopes are very high ones young man, admirable ones too I might add, and I think with work and determination you will succeed in your dreams." "Thank you, sir. That is very helpful and reassuring, and I very much in need of such encouragement."
Chapter Seven Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
The rest of the family gathered to breakfast after Kitty had been carried downstairs. After the good night's rest everyone was much more refreshed and comfortable. They all sat at the dining room table, set with Mrs. Bennet's finest silver and linens. Harold noted that Caleb sat right next to Miss Kitty and that he had hardly taken his attention from her since she entered the room. He inwardly chuckled at his brother's infatuation and how obviously he was showing it. Surely Miss Bennet must see it and bask in the many pleasantries. They were having an animated discussion about one of their favorite books and he was content to watch.
Mrs. Bennet was also watching them closely. There was no doubt that she was thinking about them furthering their acquaintance to each other. Harold thought how disappointed she would be when the Romsens left for home and Caleb would forget his pretty smiling friend. Or perhaps something would come of it, but no, he shook his head at the thought, Caleb was not ready to devote himself to a woman. Surely he would not pursue this relationship.
He looked to his father and Mr. Bennet who were glancing at their wives, while both ladies were conversing rapidly. Mr. Bennet must have made a witty remark because both men burst out laughing. Mary sat directly across from Harold, having no one to talk to. But over the past few weeks he had found she'd rather eat then make small conversation. She only spoke when she had some deep subject on which she had studied and wished to expand upon. One good thing about her was that there was always sincerity with Mary. No undue compliments or flattering to impress others were in her vocabulary.
He turned to hear Caleb laugh out at something Kitty said. "May I share in the joke?" Harold asked them. "Why, certainly!" Kitty exclaimed. She repeated it and they all laughed delightedly at it. Kitty was smiling with a light twinkle in her eyes. She had not had such a pleasant time since Lydia left. Caleb and Harold were both very companionable young men and she enjoyed their company immensely. Caleb was funny and fond of good conversation and Harold was polite, yet when he laughed it filled the room. Yes, she had not had such a good time in a long period of time.
When the meal was disposed of, they returned to the drawing room to discuss their plans for the day. Both families decided to call on the Lucas' in the afternoon. Mr. Romsen started to suggest his family start looking for an inn to stay at, but Mrs. Bennet would not hear of it. "You must stay here. It is much more pleasant with visitors. We have had so little amount of excitement since the weddings of our dear girls and we would be so obliged if you stayed." Mr. and Mrs. Romsen exchanged looks, passed a message between them as husbands and wives do. Mr. Romsen announced they would be glad to accept the invitation and expressed his family's sincere gratitude.
"Oh, now it will be more fun around here!" said Kitty. Caleb's eyes and mouth softened at her remark and he grinned with his own great relief. He had hoped she would catch his look but she had turned to speak to her mother. "She still must not know that I'd like to know her more than as pleasant comrade." he thought. "Oh well, perhaps that is best." He turned to her and asked absently if she'd like to take a walk in the garden. She looked at him oddly, then smiled and said "I really would love to Caleb, but I do not think my ankle would agree to it."
Caleb remembered her injury and thought how stupid he had been to forget it. "I'm sorry, I forgot about your foot. I don't know how I could be so thoughtless! Please forgive me for my stupidity." She looked at him with a mischievous look in her eyes and said with the air of a queen, "You are forgiven, sir, for your heedless and cruel insult." She was indeed teasing him, but then she leaned over and confided that she had almost quite forgotten it for the jolly time she was having. Caleb smiled, taking her happy comment personally. Harold watched this with a careful eye and listened intently. Miss Kitty seemed to be toying with his brother, yet the manner in which she did it might be harmless.
Mrs. Romsen and Mrs. Bennet were chatting away, each with a piece of needlework across their laps. Caleb, Harold, Mary, and Kitty began to work on a new puzzle that was cleverly designed into Noah's ark, complete with a number of animals. Their quiet banter floated out the open window to Mr. Bennet and Mr. Romsen, who were touring the sheds Mr. Bennet had recently erected. "They look sturdy enough. Look as if they'll stand for years. How long did it take you to construct them?"
As Mr. Bennet began to reply to his question, a loud burst of laughter was heard from the house. Mr. Romsen smiled, "I think my sons are enjoying having some younger company for a change. Miss Kitty and Miss Mary are both fine girls." "Yes, I suppose they are. Kitty was not always so. Lydia, my youngest you know, was a bad influence on Kitty. I'm ashamed to say that I allowed them both to be unsupervised and willful and I ended up paying for it by losing Lydia. But since her sister left, Kitty has become more mature and gracious and I'm quite pleased with her.
"Yes, she is a lovely girl and I believe she will be a good spouse for some fortunate man." Mr. Bennet glanced at his friend before speaking, "I've notice your son Caleb receives some delight in her company." Mr. Romsen chuckled quietly. "Ah, I see that I'm not the only one to notice. I thought perhaps I had imagined it but I suppose this confirms my suspicions. They do seem to make a nice couple, of sorts. I don't believe Caleb has ever paid so much attention to a young lady in quite some time. Abigail and I had begun to think he was either blind or daft!" They both laughed heartily and entered the house.
Chapter Eight Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
They arrived at the Lucas' estate that afternoon to form a surprise visit. The Bennet family was announced to Sir and Lady Lucas in the sitting room, but the Romsens were kept back in the hall. The Bennets were received with greetings such as only dear friends gave one to another. Before they all sat down, Mr. Bennet announced they were not the only ones come to visit. Sir William noticed the secret air in his friends and bade them let the visitors in.
To see their surprise when their friends entered in the doorway was a sight to behold. Mrs. Romsen and Lady Lucas flew into one another's arms, embracing as if apart for decades. The men all received hearty poundings on the back and warm handshakes. Both families were glad to see the other after such a long separation. The Bennets just stood back watching with satisfaction. They all settled in comfortable chairs and discussed how the Romsens came to be there and how Mr. Gardiner was improving.
"I'm sorry Maria was not here when you first arrived. She has gone to town to call on some friends but will be returning shortly. She will be so delighted to see you here." said Lady Lucas to the Romsens. Harold was anxious to see how much she had changed. She had always been like the younger sister he'd never had the privilege of having. His whole family adored the little girl that had brought such a degree of bubbling laughter.
Everyone was invited to stay for supper, of course. The table was set finely, a bit more so than the Bennet's own, but that was to be expected because of the Lucases' station in Court. The food was rich and pleasant to the eye. There were ham and buttered potatoes, with deliciously creamy gravy, many different kinds fruits and vegetables, and each dish looked mouth watering and delectable.
Sir William said grace and they began doing justice to the meal. Maria happened to come home a few minutes after they started. She was still untying her bonnet strings as she walked into the dining room. "I'm sorry for being late, Mama. Helen was telling me about...." She stopped mid-sentence, dropped her bonnet, and gave a squeal of delight as she flung herself forward to embrace Mrs. Romsen.
Her gesture was returned by Mrs. Romsen with a laugh. "Maria, if I wasn't seeing your grown self, I would have thought you'd not changed a bit!" Maria drew back blushing deeply at her impulsive moment. She did not think over it long because she rushed over to Mr. Romsen to give him a light squeeze. These two were like second parents to her as a child and the delight of seeing them here was too hard for her to contain. "I suppose we aren't privileged enough to receive a greeting too, brother."
She whirled around to see the speaker. "Oh Caleb, Harold, I'm sorry." They both stood up to bow politely but she waved that aside and quickly gathered them both in a large hug. Both boys grinned. Their "little sister" was back. Finally, she slid into her place to join the meal. Her face was flushed and her eyes bright. She had not expected to return home to find such a wonderful surprise. Caleb turned to Kitty and he saw amusement in her eyes.
"Well, I'm sorry for barging in so. I'm just so delighted to see you all. How did you come to be here?" she inquired. Mr. Romsen related the previous day's events. "Oh, Kitty!" Maria interjected, "I should have noticed your foot. Does it hurt very badly?" Kitty looked at it propped on a stool beside her. "Fortunately, it only does when I move it. The medicine and bandaging helped quite a bit." she said with a blush of her own. Maria noticed the coloring in her friend's face but decided to find out particulars later.
They continued on with their meal, laughing and talking as old friends reunited. Maria sat across from Caleb and Kitty and the threesome kept lively conversations going for almost half an hour. Harold was content to sit back and watch as usual. His brother was enjoying the attention, he could tell. His attention was re directed to the conversation of the adults. They were talking about Sir William's new horses. Harold listened with great and asked Sir William a few questions about their breed and such. "Ah, that is a good team you have Sir William!" he said. "Harold, I didn't know you had so much interest in horses. Why did you not tell us before?" Mr. Romsen said. "I suppose I just didn't think of it. " He could feel the color creeping to his face. He did not want to discuss this now. Mrs. Bennet fortunately changed the topic before his father questioned him further.
Chapter Nine Posted on Thursday, 16 December 2004
They removed themselves back to the sitting room and continued on conversing. Harold sat in a chair comfortably fluffed with delicately embroidered cushions. From the previous day's proceedings and from his early arousal that morning he was completely exhausted. The room was filled with the soft hum of speaking voices. The calming noise caused him to relax and his eyelids to become heavy. He fought the drowsiness fervently but finally succumbed to the temptation to close his eyes.
He was half alert and half dosing when suddenly darkness blocked the sunlight he had been enjoying from the window. Reluctantly he slowly opened his eyes. The cause for this disturbance was the two figures of Mrs. Romsen and Maria speaking in soft tones, standing side by side, gazing out into the orchards. He smiled and thought, "Just like old times, Mother and Maria talking and enjoying beauty." It was wonderful to see them together, as if they belonged together.
His musings were stopped short when he saw Caleb talking to Kitty once again. Did they ever cease their attentions to each other? Kitty was talking about how she missed her sisters. Harold had gathered information that three of them had recently married and the two eldest were away on their honeymoons. Mrs. Bennet had mentioned that her girls and their husbands were sailing along the coast of Great Britain to their final destination, the lush hills and clear lakes of Scotland. He pondered about the youngest girl, Lydia. Mrs. Bennet and Kitty spoke of her with fondness but he noticed Mr. Bennet looked disturbed when she was mentioned. He was uninformed about Lydia's scandalous situation.
Kitty said, "I miss Lizzy and Lydia but, surprisingly, I miss Jane most. I did not think I'd miss her so. I'm ashamed to say I never began to appreciate her until she left. Being the eldest she reigned in quite patience and love over us. She has been the ideal older sister. I always thought her somewhat of a spoilsport, she never liked to be spontaneous or robustly jolly you know, but now I've started to respect her. She always had some inner well of joy for everything. There were no clouds without silver linings in her mind. I wish.... I wish I were more like her." She finished with a wistful look.
Caleb was endeared to this sweet speech she gave. He looked into her eyes, drinking in their beauty. "You already are becoming like her, if you are not like her already. I'm sure you will become whomever you desire to be." Kitty was caught unawares by this sudden flattery and serious sentiments. She laughed nervously, trying to cover up her confusion. "Well, I'll be glad when they get back. Lizzy will be so upset when she finds out Uncle was ill, but how were we to reach them while they were aboard the seas? You know, I wish there were more reliable sources of communication. Have you heard of Sir Humphrey Davis and his strange electric light concepts?" They dove deeply in to the subject of the new technology.
Soon it was time to go back to the Bennets' household. The Romsens again began to contemplate securing a room at a local inn, but it was decided that they should stay with the Bennets for three more days and then, upon Lady Lucas's insistence, come stay at Lucas Lodge for the duration of their visit. Caleb once again thought gleefully that he would be able to entertain company with Miss Katherine for a few more days. He was so glad to have met such a charming sweet girl.
Chapter Ten Posted on Sunday, 19 December 2004
"I can't believe how Maria has grown the past few years, Caleb. She is almost a full grown young woman!" Harold stated to his brother while they were preparing for bed later that evening. As he dried his freshly washed face he shook his head thinking of how tall she had grown. "I realized that also. I must say I hardly knew her when she entered so dramatically this afternoon." Caleb replied. A smile came upon his lips as he recalled the occurrence. As they sat down to supper he had heard a door open and a moment later saw a bleary streak dart across the room toward his mother.
Harold also smiled at the recollection, "She may have changed in the flesh but inside I think she is the same spirited funny girl. " "Yes. Did you see how happy Mother was today? I think being back with the Lucas family has done her good. She has missed them so dearly. Remember how many times she would, upon receiving a letter, agonize over their separation? I can tell she is overjoyed at the reunion." Harold nodded his agreement.
Each boy finished their preparations for bed and slid under the warm covers. For a few silent moments Caleb lay fingering the skillfully stitched quilt that covered him. He was thinking about Kitty and his increasing fondness for her. It troubled him that such feelings had come to him so early in their acquaintance, but he had heard the phrase "Love at first sight."
"I will just have to be patient and careful. I must not appear forward or offend her in any way. I'd rather die first than embarrass her by taking any bold steps in our friendship. Harold seems to look at Maria with some interest and his talking about her this evening is a bit peculiar. I wonder....Oh, never mind that. Harold always talks kindly about our friends." He thought he might discuss his feelings concerning Kitty with his older brother, but when he had finally made up his mind to he heard the soft steady breathing of his brother's sleeping form.
"Oh well, perhaps it's better left alone anyhow." He turned over on his side, which was his favorite position to sleep. He lay awake for awhile longer and thought more about Kitty. When he did drift off to slumber he dreamt of climbing a large hill covered with delicate pastel flowers. The sky was a beautiful blue dotted with white wispy clouds. He was walking with a wicker picnic basket in hand and Kitty's tiny arm safely tucked in his. Caleb's face was like that of a person who had just tasted a scrumptious sweet. A smile stole across his features and he thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the dream.
The next few days were filled with the air of joyful companionship. Both Mary and Harold started to come out of their reserved states gradually. They joined in the jokes and conversations more often and soon all of the young people knew each other as close friends. They enjoyed visits with friends in Meryton, and had a wonderful picnic by a small pond near the Lucas's estate. Maria often joined them on their frolics. She began to notice the partiality Caleb seemed to have toward Kitty.
She silently took account of the looks of adoration and delight he revealed when he was around her friend. Could he actually be in love with Kitty? The idea shocked her a bit as she thought it. She realized that Kitty most likely did not observe it herself. Maria could not see any evidence that Kitty had an idea that Caleb's attentions might have deeper feeling. The thought of Caleb having false hopes and being hurt by unreturned affection brought stinging pain to her. She knew how sensitive he could be at times. If his hopes were dashed to pieces it could be devastating for him. "Now wait a minute, I am rushing on too fast. I still don't know Kitty's true feelings. I will have to ask her myself. Perhaps I have just imagined it all." She shook her head and decided to go over to the Bennets for a private visit.
Chapter Eleven Posted on Sunday, 19 December 2004
That evening Maria arrived at the Bennet's home just after supper. She nodded and called a greeting to Mary, Harold, and Caleb, who were sitting in the drawing room playing a game. After removing her velvet cape and bonnet, Mrs. Bennet ushered her upstairs to Kitty's room. Mrs. Bennet, after inquiring after the Lucas's, finally left them alone. Maria set down on the bed next to her friend. Kitty had been wondering about the secretive air her friend had displayed when asking to come over that afternoon. "What is your news, Maria? Is there to be a ball or a special dinner? Or has one of our friends discovered a secret admirer?"
Her mind was such a whirlwind of thoughts that she did not notice the anxious and troubled look on Maria's face. Maria took a deep breath, hesitating somewhat, and then decidedly she plunged in. "Yes. A person in our circle of friends has a secret admirer." Kitty grew excited; she adored hearing of secret admirers and such. The young ladies of their little circle of friends were always having secret beaus and they loved to giggle over each one. "Oh, do not keep me in suspense one moment longer! I can not stand it. Do tell me who it is!"
Maria lowered her eyes from her friend's and quietly said, "You are the one who has acquired a secret admirer, Kitty." She looked quickly back up to see her reaction. "What do you mean, Maria? I couldn't possibly have any secret admirers." "I think Caleb Romsen has developed certain feelings for you." Kitty gasped at the unexpected news and her cheeks immediately flushed crimson. "Caleb?! Are you certain, absolutely certain?" "Almost entirely, I've seen the looks he fails to conceal when you are near him. They are those of a young man deeply in love. Oh, don't look so shocked, dear Kitty! It's perfectly natural for him to notice you and your delightful spirit. You're a wonderful match for any respectable young man."
"Thank you, Maria. But I can not believe it! I've only thought of him as a dear friend. Are you positive his thoughts and attentions are not only that of a good friend?" She asked, looking distressed. Maria told her that the looks of adoration and the way he lighted up when she was around were very sound evidence of his affection. Kitty was truly taken aback by the news. She had not fancied any suspicions of his being attached so.
"Oh Maria, what shall I do?!" Kitty cried with confusion. "Now, now stop fretting so. I think it best for you to continue on as before. Just be the friend he needs, but every move you make in this relationship must be made with caution. He is sensitive, I know. You must not alter in your attitude towards him; neither drop your friendship with him nor augment it. Let it go on naturally. If you come to love him as he may love you, let him be first to act. Everything will fall into its proper place in time." She tenderly placed a hand over Kitty's.
"Thank you, dear friend." Kitty smiled, "I don't know how I'd survive without you. I shall try my best to do as you counseled me. Mayhap it will all be forgotten in a few weeks." Maria nodded with encouragement. "Now Kitty, on a lighter note, I have another great secret to tell you. We have decided to have a ball at our home for the Romsens. It will be held a fortnight and a week from now and Papa has promised to make it very grand. Perhaps the grandest one Lucas Lodge has ever seen!"
Kitty squealed with glee. She had been hoping such would be the case. But her reveling did not last long, for she remembered her ankle. "Oh, I won't be able to dance, how very retched!" She pouted. Maria looked on her with pity. "Maybe it will heal before then. Three weeks might be enough time. There, shame on me for getting your hopes up. See the doctor tomorrow and have him estimate how long it will take to heal." They talked on swiftly about who would be invite, what music would be played and such. Maria, after a half an hour of chatting so more, left the Bennet household feeling she'd done her duty to both her friends.
Chapter Twelve Posted on Sunday, 19 December 2004
The next morning the Romsen's packed their things into a carriage borrowed from Lucas Lodge. Caleb happened to catch Kitty alone in the sitting room. "Kitty, I'm sorry we have to go. I'll miss your company very much." Kitty remembered the cautioning words Maria had said the previous evening. "Oh, don't be silly. We'll see you almost as often during your stay with the Lucas family. They are so close by that we may visit anytime we like. You'll be sick of seeing us." She smiled mischievously. "Well, it won't be exactly the same, but I'm sure you are right." He said with a teasing smile of his own.
The packing and loading of the carriage was finished. Kitty was carried outside to sit in a garden chair and everyone filed out for the goodbyes. Mrs. Romsen hugged the women fiercely and became teary-eyed. Harold reasoned with her, "Now Mother, don't cry. We shall see them almost as often at the Lucas'. Why, you could walk over in less than twenty minutes." He patted her arm, trying to console her. She nodded but still cried on. Mrs. Bennet shed tears also and Mr. Bennet and Mr. Romsen shook their heads at the silly display.
Harold and Caleb bowed and kissed the hands of the ladies. Caleb reached Kitty and softly kissed her hand. As he looked up, he looked warmly into her eyes and said, "Well, until tomorrow, farewell." Kitty timidly muttered, "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow." He left her feeling a little bewildered. She could not tell if she liked him as a friend or more than that. "Miss Kitty..." She looked up to see Harold. "Ah, yes, goodbye Harold. Thank you for all your help and concern once again." "Do not think of it. I simply did what I was taught. Thank you for being such good company for myself and my brother." He leaned down to kiss her hand and then straightened and walked on to shake Mr. Bennet's hand.
The Romsen's climbed into the carriage and left for Lucas Lodge. Leaning heavily against her father, Kitty slowly limped back into the house. Mrs. Bennet sighed, "My, isn't it quiet now they've gone." Mr. Bennet replied, "Yes, my dear. It will not be quite so remorseful soon. We will go back to normal life and continue on with our duties." And they all did just as he said, all except Kitty. She sat staring idly out the window thinking about Caleb and Harold's goodbyes.
She was startled to see a young man walking across the grounds towards the house. She thought he vaguely looked familiar but could not recollect who he might be. He had longish black hair and a sharp pointed nose. His clothes were not overly grand, but they fit his short figure remarkably well. He vanished out of her view as he arrived at the front door. She heard Hill answer the door and thought, "Good, soon I shall find out who he is. I wish I recall who he is!" Her mother came into the sitting room with Mary right before their visitor was announced. "Ma'am, a young man, a Mr. Thomas Chadwick, is here to see you."
"Thomas Chadwick? Well, bless me! Isn't that Nancy Chadwick's boy, the one that went off to that fearsome America three years ago?" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. A male voice answered her, surprising them. "Yes, I am the very one. Thomas Chadwick at your service ladies." He stood at the doorway, bowed, and flashed a smiled at them all. Kitty now remembered Thomas. He had been the scrawny boy whom everyone teased because he was so unsociable. He had usually preferred being locked up at home in his library full of nature books than go to parties or visits. "My, has he changed. I wonder if his stay in America had done anything to bring this transformation."
Chapter Thirteen Posted on Wednesday, 22 December 2004
After the young man was induced to sit, he spoke once again, "Mrs. Bennet, I do hope this unexpected visit is not an inconvenience to your family. I felt that visits to all my good neighbors were due now that I've come home." Mrs. Bennet replied with some standard comment, and then her eyes took a glint to them which her daughters noticed came when she was extremely curious. "Sir, you must tell us about America! We hear many outlandish tales of that place. I am most anxious to hear of it from one of our community." He knew this question would be coming. The other friends with whom he had visited asked the same precise thing. They all wanted to know about the strange land and people that had broken away from their mother country.
"Well ladies, I must first tell you, do not believe everything about America that is whispered amongst our countrymen. Many stories have no base, no true evidence behind them. I believe almost an equal number of them are true, though." He paused a moment to bring to mind the stories and descriptions of the wondrous land he had recently departed from. He thought about all the descriptions he could give of it, but they did not seem suitable enough to paint a picture of the country.
"I have told inquiring people that to comprehend its beauty one must be on its very soil. One must see with their very eyes to drink in the lovely sites and smell the stunning scents that surround its mountains and forests. In all of Europe I have never see such brilliant things as I saw there. Do not misunderstand me; I am a completely devoted Englishman but there is something about that place that brings a person's heart elation and peace." The room was utterly silent and Mr. Chadwick had their complete attention.
"I went there to study the forest plants and animals, you know. But first I had to sail to New York to gather my supplies. During the journey I prepared myself for an uncivilized society. When I arrived in the New York Bay and set ashore I was astonished to find the city cultured and refined somewhat. It could never be compared to England's civilization, I grant you, but it would be quite comfortable to a lower class set of people. There were shops, theatres, grand mansions and houses, and parks. It was very much like our homeland in some respects. Though along with many such things there were coarse vulgar characters and crude abodes as well. Brawls and fights were not uncommon in the dirty streets. But that was mostly in the bad parts of the city. I was happy situated in a secure part. I stayed at a nice inn with compliant staff, comfortable beds, and wonderful food."
He stopped suddenly, a bit winded from his speech. He hardly ever talked this much at once, but he did want to paint a good picture of the place for them. "Mr. Chadwick..." He turned to see Kitty asking him, "Did you see any Indians while you were there?" He saw the same curiosity in her eyes that had been in her mother's. "Well Miss Katherine, I only met one. It was when I was following the Delaware River and my party camped for the night. I went out to bring in some fire wood. As I stood up from picking up pieces I saw a gray-haired, tanned faced old man in buckskin clothing and feathers in his hair."
Kitty's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Didn't he hurt you?" "Oh, no, he did not even attempt to. He and I just stared at one another for a second and then he walked on and disappeared behind the trees. I must admit it startled me so much that I stayed planted in my place for ten full minutes. I had heard that the Indians kill many white people in America, but now I suppose they only fight when their environment is threatened. I was grateful to come back in one piece that night and I received some significant insight."
The visit continued on for three quarters of an hour. Mrs. Bennet, Mary, and Kitty kept Thomas rapidly answering their questions about his journey. They were in wonder of the strange country also by the time he had finished. "I didn't know there was so much to that land!" Mary exclaimed. She could almost picture the green hills and mountains, the clear lakes, and thick wooded forests mentioned. It sounded like a fairyland.
Mr. Thomas Chadwick announced he must leave to take care of some neglected business. Mrs. Bennet begged he come again sometime. His adventures were intriguing to her and she wanted to know more, of course. He, Mrs. Bennet, and Mary all stood to say goodbye. He noticed Kitty still sat and saw her injured foot. He inquired how it had happened and offered his kind wishes that it would heal soon. He kissed the ladies hands and bid them a good day.
As he left the building and walked back out to the road Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, "My, what an extremely obliging young man. He has changed so much the past few years. He has turned out very nicely, I must say; very obliging, indeed." She smoothed her dress and stood to see to the dinner preparations. Neither she nor Kitty heard Mary's faint comment, "Yes, he is indeed."
Chapter Fourteen Posted on Wednesday, 22 December 2004
Over the next week or so, the Romsens, Lucases, and Bennets took turns visiting one another. They could be seen calling from one home to the other every day. They spent pleasurable afternoons and evenings with their friends. Soon the anticipated ball would be coming upon them in a fortnight. Maria kept Kitty from mourning her foot too much by asking opinions about which silver to use or what music to play, etc. Many times they were sitting together planning and giggling as they envisioned how it would be. After Lydia left, Kitty had hardly laughed at all. Now she would almost any evening sit with Caleb and Maria talking gaily of the festive party that was in store.
The week passed on until there was but one week left until the appointed night. Kitty was now able to carefully limp around the house with the aid of a cane. Dancing was out of the question for her, as much as she may wish it not so. She was deeply disappointed but resolved to make the best of it. She would be sociable as ever and enjoy herself in spite of her unfortunate situation. She thought of all her friends. With so many she would not be in want of company.
Maria ordered one of the Lucas' carriages to pick up Kitty one afternoon. She wanted Kitty to consult her on which gown to wear and how to she should arrange her hair. Kitty was carried up to Maria's bed chamber by one of the Lucas' menservants. Settled snuggly in a soft plump chair, she watched as Maria tried on and displayed each gown. To each dress she'd shake her head or nod approval until they had thinned it down to three gowns.
Maria tried the three on once again and Kitty found the first two very flattering on her friend, but it was the last one that made her gasp. Her friend's gown was made of a soft silky fabric, it set perfectly on Maria's beautiful frame. The color was a light misty green that brought out her rosy cheeks and soft hazel eyes. It was trimmed by tiny pink imitation roses and had a simple tiny bow on each sleeve. It flattered Maria so much that Kitty thought at once, Maria was to be the most heavenly vision there.
She thought wistfully of her gowns, so insignificant to those of her friend's. But she was happy for Maria nonetheless and thought that perhaps she might use one of Lizzy's old gowns. Before Lizzy had left for her honeymoon, she told Kitty to she might use the four extra gowns at her disposal. They were not new but at least they would be a change from her own drab wardrobe. Mayhap she'd use the light pink one that Lizzy had hardly worn. She imagined herself in the dress twirling around doing a reel with many partners. Her daydream was halted suddenly by a crash downstairs.
Maria had just been pulling her regular gown on when they heard it. She hastily tugged it on all the way and ran out the door to see what had happened. Kitty thought how unfair it was that she couldn't move in such short notice. She heard her friend call down to ask what happened. A muffled reply reached Kitty's ears but she could not grasp what was said. Maria burst out laughing at whatever the person had responded. Kitty hated not being able to share in the joke. Well, she would just have to wait for Maria to return and tell her.
Maria did return a few second later. She was still laughing when she entered the room and Kitty could sense she was unable to stop though she was trying. Maria, with her sides still shaking, answered Kitty's questioning look, "One of our servants was bringing some tea to Mother and Mrs. Romsen in the drawing room. Harold was deeply immersed in a book while he was walking in the hallway. The two collided!" She and Kitty burst into hooting laughter. The though of dignified Harold landing on the floor with his long legs sprawled askew seemed so funny!
In time they calmed down and continued their chatting. Their visit ended nearly two hours later and Kitty was shipped back home again. On the ride home, as she looked out the window, she thought about the hilarious incident. Poor Harold, to have been walking, reading, and minding his business then to be unexpectedly knocked off his feet and find himself on the floor with tea spilt all over his suit! She laughed merrily at it once again. She couldn't wait to tell her family at the supper table. Oh, how they would love to hear of it!
Chapter Fifteen Posted on Saturday, 25 December 2004
Friday arrived; it was the day long waited for with excitement and apprehension. At least the women of Meryton and Longbourn were eager for the ball to come. Some of the men, as they usually tend to be, were not quite so concerned about it. That afternoon the Bennet household was in a chaotic state. Servants rushed from one room to the other trying to prepare their three mistresses for the evening's ball.
Mr. Bennet sat reading a book in the library, trying to block out the terrible din. He heard Mrs. Bennet's shrill voice screech, "No, no, Sarah! You mustn't use that ribbon for her hair! It won't set off her eyes right." He rolled his eyes heavenward and shook his head. Why had he married such an obnoxious women? Though at times he detested her antics he still had a soft spot in his heart for her amusing ways. She at least made him laugh quite often and occasionally she was loving. And she had given birth to his five beautiful daughters.
Upstairs, Kitty sat in front of her bureau looking at her reflection in the mirror. Poor hassled Sarah was doing her best to arrange Kitty's thick hair into a delicate bun atop her head. She gathered the curls up, and twisted and twirled, tucked here and there. When she finished nearly an hour later it looked so flawless that you would hardly be aware of how much work it was.
The elegant arrangement, embedded with tiny pearls and imitation garnets, made her look like a regal countess at court. The little ringlets that framed her face were perfect soft spirals of honey brown. When Kitty looked at the finished product she appraised it with veneration. "Thank you, Sarah. It's very beautiful." She muttered, "Well, if I can't dance at least I'll look presentable."
If anyone was stunned at Kitty's appearance, they would surely be more so about Mary's. As her sister moved into the room Kitty gasped in surprise. She was wearing a brilliant light blue gown that Kitty had never seen her wear before. Mary's hair had been arranged differently than in the past. It was a fashion that Kitty had never seen, but she thought it was very becoming. Her sister even had a small string of pearls about her neck. "Why, Mary! You look lovely!" She exclaimed. Mary lowered her eyes to look at the carpet and seemed uncomfortable.
"Well, since this is such a special ball for the Romsens, I thought I'd better dress nicely. You know I detest balls and such, but I would not wish to slight our friends in any way." Kitty was still staring agape when she suddenly snapped back to her senses and cleared her throat. "Oh yes, you are quite right. We would not wish to displease them. I must say you look very charming though. I never knew you could look so pretty." Kitty looked at Mary with admiring eyes. Mary, at that moment, actually blushed. Who would have thought our solemn, unemotional friend capable of blushing?!
They finished making the other preparations and set off for Lucas Lodge a half hour before the ball would begin. The Lucases asked that they come early to help set up the party. As they arrived they were greeted by the Romsens and the Lucases with the exception of Harold and Maria. The Bennet family filed out of the carriage and, with her father to assist her, Kitty came carefully out. Her father very gently set her down so her foot would not give her pain. She then reached for the cane and started to walk toward the families. Caleb and Mrs. Romsen rushed to her side, each taking one of her arms in theirs.
"You look enchanting, my dear. You may very well be the most beautiful creature there tonight." Said Mrs. Romsen. Caleb was thinking the very thing. He thought she looked like an angel right from heaven. Everything from her gown to her sweet smile was superb. He glanced at Miss Mary Bennet. He was surprised that she looked pretty well too. He knew it must be a special occasion when Mary tries to look this fine.
Kitty asked, "Where is Maria?" Mrs. Romsen replied, "Still getting ready I think. I went up to see her an hour ago and she was still fussing with her appearance. She wants everything perfect for tonight." She said it with a smile, remembering when she was a girl. When going to a party, everything had to be absolutely perfect. Every strand of hair had to be in place, her outfit had to be just right, etc. But now that she had progressed in years, appearance did not matter as much. What mattered was enjoying the company of those she cared for.
She noticed her sons sideways looks at Kitty. "It's just as I had predicted," she thought with triumph. "He is smitten with our young friend. Good, good for my dear boy." They entered the grand house and everyone went off in their separate groups. Kitty, who still needed assistance with stairs, was carried to the upstairs to help Maria. She peered into the room where Maria was still trying to fasten a tiny golden chain necklace around her neck. The pendant was a small diamond flower. It seemed to be the suitable finishing touch to her appearance.
Maria and Kitty both stood there looking at their likenesses in the wooden framed floor-length mirror for a moment. They both smiled at one another as best friends do and Kitty suggested they go downstairs. As they reached the landing, Maria said, "Just wait here a minute. I'll go get Henry or Fredrick to carry you down." She descended slowly down the stairs.
Caleb and Harold were down at the bottom laughing about something. Maria heard them talking softly together and they came into view before she had reached the middle of the stairway. They noticed her that same instant and their laughter came to an end abruptly. They stared at her dumbfounded and could not take their eyes from her. She smiled and thought, "Kitty was right about the gown. It seems to be working magic." As she reached them, Harold snapped out of his daze.
He took her hand and said teasingly, "Is that really you, little friend? Where did good old Maria go?". He saw laughter in her eyes as she looked to Caleb who was still gaping. "Well, I don't know, but I think I must look quite savage the way your brother looks so horrified." Caleb cleared his head and regained his composure. "I'm sorry Maria. You look so exquisite that I could hardly recognize you." His embarrassment was eased a little because Harold had also been taken aback by her beauty.
She smiled even wider. "It must be the gown. Kitty and I spent an hour finding the perfect one."
"Kitty helped you pick this out?", he said, " Well, I must say, she has impeccable taste. It suits you wonderfully." She did a curtsy that made them all laugh. Then she suddenly said, "Oh dear, speaking of Kitty ... She is still upstairs waiting to be carried down." "Yes, and I think it awfully rotten of all of you to keep me up here while you have fun." A false pouting voice sounded from upstairs. Harold laughed and called up, "We do apologize, Miss Kitty. Maria, there is no need to fetch a servant. Caleb and I can help her down."
They made their way up and both boys stopped when they saw Kitty. "My brother, how did we come to be acquainted with two of the prettiest girls in all of England?" said Caleb. Kitty and Harold could not tell if he was teasing or serious but Kitty blushed and lowered her eyes appropriately, and Harold only smiled and shook his head. They helped her down the stairs and into the sitting room.