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Chapter Sixteen

Posted on Tuesday, 28 December 2004

The decorations where in place, the dinner almost prepared, and the guests were arriving in droves. Sir Lucas was pleased that everything seemed faultless for the party. He did so enjoy these gatherings! He could not wait until the dancing and mingling would begin. As he warmly greeted the guests he saw the Romsen boys being mobbed by all the eligible maidens that had been invited. He chuckled good-naturedly. They were very fine young gentlemen and he would not be surprised if they were kept busy all night.

Harold was quite tired of all the attention after twenty minutes. He had never taken much pleasure in making many lady acquaintances. There were some nice girls to be sure, but he soon grew weary from having to act so pleasant incessantly. When there was a small lull in the line of people to meet, he quietly whispered to Caleb that he needed a break. Caleb understood his brother well. He knew that greeting and making introductions with people was not something Harold was keen on.

So Harold slipped away to find solitude. Deciding to get some refreshment, he crossed the room to the table that held the drinks. He picked a cup of cold cider and leaned against the wall, trying to avoid being noticed.

"You tire easy from so much association too, Harold?"

He turned to see Mary speaking to him. He sighed with relief that someone else felt as he did. "Yes, Miss Bennet. So much noise and talking makes my head hurt."

"Me too. I can never understand why people gather only to talk about things when they could be doing something worthwhile."

"Actually, I do enjoy gatherings. It's just that meeting so many people and being expected to remember each one's name does tax one's emotions and strength."

Mary nodded her agreement. They silently watched the crowd of people around them while they sipped their beverages. Much to Harold's profound relief, dinner was announced and the crowd of people moved like a mass herd of cattle to the dining hall. Mary left to find a seat and Harold stayed were he was.

"Let them stampede if they will. I'll wait until it's died down a little."

He saw through the active crowd that Kitty Bennet was struggling to get up from her seat. The chair was one that was deep and covered with plump pillows. With her injured foot she couldn't get her balance. After several attempts she sank back down in despair. She began to think she'd never get up until a pair of shoes appeared before her. She looked up to see Harold smiling down at her and she could not help but smile back.

"My friend, may I be of assistance?" he asked kindly.

She gave him a grateful look and said, "Thank you, sir. I was beginning to think I'd have to do without supper."

He took her by the elbows and pulled her up. As she was erected he noticed she was taller than he had thought. She didn't seem such a little girl, as he had previously thought her, when she stood right in front of him. The top of her head almost reached his nose. He stepped back to offer his arm to escort her to the meal, which she easily took. They entered into the room and took the only two vacant seats at the table.

Somehow, Caleb had managed to save two seats next to himself and Maria. Harold helped Kitty slide into her seat and then took the one next to her. Caleb turned from talking to Maria and said to them, "Hello, you two! What kept you so long?"

Harold looked a little annoyed. "Kitty was having a hard time getting out of a chair. No one was there to help her so we arrived late."

"Harold was kind enough to help me out of my dilemma and here we are." she finished.

They were interrupted by Sir William standing near them. He seemed to beam with sheer delight. He leaned down and whispered something to Maria. She looked pleasantly surprised at whatever he said and she rose from her seat so quickly that Harold, Kitty, and Caleb had hardly any time to ponder it. Kitty looked across the room to where Maria, Sir William, and Lady Lucas had gone through the doorway. She guessed they were going to the front entrance. She greatly wished she knew what was happening. A few seconds later, they reappeared with two other persons. Kitty put a hand to her mouth, it was Charlotte and Mr. Collins!

When everybody sat down again, two extra chairs and settings were pulled up to the table. The Collinses sat next to Sir William and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. Kitty was relieved that she was further down the table. She very much disliked Mr. Collins' brainless talk and obtuse ways. She did not hate him, but was certainly a bore. Harold leaned over to her and asked who the visitors were and why everyone welcomed them so.

"Why, it's Charlotte, of course! Didn't you recognize her?" she said.

"No, I did not but now I can see it is her. Remember it was six years ago that our last meeting took place. And the short man with her ... her husband, I presume?"

"Yes, he is Mr. Collins, my father's cousin." Harold thought he heard a tone of irritation in he voice. He studied the man for a few moments, watching him talk, and he soon understood why Kitty seemed to dislike him.

Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Tuesday, 28 December 2004

Later, the dinner was nearly finished and the dancing would begin shortly. Kitty once again settled into a chair, this one easier to get out of. She had decided to leave the dining room before everyone else so she would not get trampled. The musicians were tuning their instruments and setting up their music sheets.

"I almost wish I were home tonight. I won't be dancing and everyone else will. Oh, I wish I could!" She gave herself a good scolding for feeling sorry for herself, but it did little good to stop her despondent feelings.

The crowd of people started to come in for the dance. She noticed Mr. Thomas Chadwick among them which surprised her fairly. He certainly had changed since he left for America. He had become more friendly and bold and somehow it fit him better than his previous melancholy character.

The music started playing and the couples began a lively Irish reel. Kitty watched dismally as Caleb, Harold, and Maria joined the dance. She noted, however, that Caleb and Harold were fine dancers. They had masculine-type grace when they danced. She wished so much to be dancing with her friends. Tired of brooding, she got up painfully and moved over to a large open window. The cool breeze touched her face and relaxed her. It took away some of her bleak feelings and calmed her troubled heart.

She stayed at the window while two dances were completed. She did not notice when the music ended or that someone had come up behind her. A hand grasped her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. Surprised, she turned around to see her father's kind eyes searching hers. "Papa, it's you! You startled me."

"My child, you look troubled. Are you sad that you are unable to join in the gaiety?"

She nodded and tried to keep the tiny tears from gathering in her eyes. "I have always been able to dance before, and now I can't. It is so very hard to see the others having a jolly time."

He gave her another hug and said, "Try not to be thinking on it too hard, dear. I know it's not easy for your gay spirit to be constrained from doing what you love best, but your foot will heal very soon. Until then, try not to think on it." He lightly kissed her on the forehead and, after a few minutes of standing in silence gazing out the window, he left to see what his wife was calling him about.

Kitty's spirits were lightened a little by her father's helpful words, and with resolution to be optimistic she limped back to her seat. She watched the people around her. She had not done real people-watching before and now found it quite fascinating. How interesting and funny they could be!

Mrs. Farrelly was telling the latest juicy gossip to a group of ladies, one of which was her own mother. Each of them had an opinion waiting on the tip of their tongue, no doubt. Kitty saw young Alison Graywall and Arthur Lawton talking to one another in a corner of the room. They were always together, passing looks, talking to each other as if no one else existed. She was sure their wedding would be announced before long.

Maria came toward her soon after and sat down next to her. "How are you doing, dear?" Kitty tried to use her most cheerful voice, "I'm having a marvelous time. I absolutely love the satin ribbon woven in your hair." Her false tone did not fool her friend.

"Kitty, I know you too well. You are unhappy."

"It will pass soon, I'm sure." Kitty said sounding unconvinced even to herself.

"Well, I shall just keep you company until it does pass!" Maria proclaimed.

"Do not miss out because of me, Maria. If you do not take this chance to enjoy yourself I will become more depressed. I may even throw a tantrum."

Maria looked at her to determine whether she was serious. When she saw the impish grin on her friend's face, she burst with laughter. They both tried to control their guffaws, finding it hard to be ladylike.

Maria agreed she would go back to dancing after two had finished. They had more time talk about the guests and the ball. Maria looked toward the dancers and whispered, "Don't Harold and Caleb look dashing tonight?"

Kitty admitted that they looked splendid. "I feel sorry for Harold, though. Earlier when all those girls mobbed him and Caleb, he looked like he was stuck in a mousetrap and couldn't get free." Maria giggled all the more at her friend's comment.

Soon Caleb himself came to claim Maria for a dance and, with a dashing smile directed towards Kitty, he took her onto the dance floor. Kitty watched as they glided across the floor. It suddenly struck her what a lovely couple they made. They both looked so happy hand in hand, dancing like there was no tomorrow. She was glad that she had such amiable friends to entertain her and Maria.

Chapter Eighteen

Posted on Thursday, 30 December 2004

Kitty sat watching the dancing couples weave about in an intricate fashion. It was a new dance that she'd never seen. It looked very graceful and complex. The dancers moved side by side for two measures, then made a light turn on the toes, followed by a cross over of the ... Kitty did not find out what came next because a shocking scene appeared before her. Mary, her sister, was dancing! Miracle of miracles!

At the moment Mary's partner was hidden by the weave movement. The next formation allowed Kitty to see Mr. Chadwick take Mary's hand in the turn. So that was who had asked her sister! Kitty was thoroughly stunned that her sister had accepted an offer to stand up with anyone. She searched back in her mind to recall if Mary had ever accepted an invitation, but she could not remember any. Mary had been asked maybe two or three times before. Both times she told the man she was not inclined to dance.

It surprised her that Mary knew how to dance at all. Did her sister secretly study dance steps and perhaps other things as well? Did her sister actually know more about her surrounding than people supposed? Mary did read an astonishing amount. And to stand up with Thomas Chadwick! She remembered once when they were little, Mary and Thomas had a disagreement about some philosopher. They childishly quarreled about it for a few months and were very indifferent towards each other. But they had grown out of that in a year and met one another as polite acquaintances.

Kitty's thoughts were interrupted by a weak, syrupy voice addressing her. "Ah, Cousin Katherine, how do you do? You look very pale, I do say." Alarm aroused in her mind. "Not sniveling Mr. Collins!" she thought as she turn to see the speaker. "Excuse me, sir, I was thinking, would you kindly repeat that?"

"I was saying you look quite pale."

Kitty saw his wife stood next to him, "Now William, she does not look too bad. One can not help look pale with such terrible lighting in this corner."

Kitty gave Charlotte a grateful smile and nodded. Mr. Collins interjected, "Yes, my dear. I do not wish to slight my wonderful in-laws but they ought to use the same lamps as Lady Catherine de Bourgh does. Perhaps I shall mention it to Sir William. You know, Lady Catherine's lamps create a perfect atmosphere for..."

Kitty stopped focusing on his speech, "Oh, why must he babble on so?! He is sure to give everyone a headache. How does Charlotte stand him so?" Then she became aware that he was particularly addressing her.

"I heard of your unfortunate accident from your mother. So dreadful! I hope that your heedlessness act has humbled you to be more sensible."

Her eyes darted to his wretched smirking face, "My heedless act, Sir?"

"Why yes ... jumping down out of that carriage instead of carefully descending. You should take care to be a more discreet young lady."

Kitty's was stung by the accusation. Charlotte was shocked at her husband's words and she scolded him for making such a remark when he did not know the particulars. Kitty struggled to get up from her chair, only wanting to be away from the horrible man.

She walked as swiftly as her injury allowed and went out the door onto the portico. She grasped the railing that surrounded the porch and make her way a few feet from the door, in order to not be seen by prying eyes. There, in the dark evening light, Kitty dropped her guard and began to weep. The tears came as slow trickles at first, but then, as if a dam broke inside her, she began to cry bitter torrents of salt water. Her heart felt as if it were a sponge. It had taken and held so much that it now could hold no more. Mr. Collins' cruel assumption was the final squeeze that released the pain she had felt the past few weeks.

How could he think her to be so flippant? She supposed angrily that he also thought she'd thrown herself into Harold's arms on the way down. Everyone still thought she was like Lydia! Had no one seen how she had tried to change? Had no one seen that she had washed her hands of her sister's shameful antics? She continued to cry in her anguish, her sobs muffled only by her hands. She tried to quiet herself because someone else was coming out.

"Kitty?" A masculine voice spoke imploringly, coming closer.

"Oh no, Caleb! Not right now!" She thought as she tried to stop crying. He reached her and gently turned her to face him. When he saw the tears on her cheeks, distress registered in him.

"What is the matter, Kitty? Would you care to tell me about it?"

She looked up momentarily at his kind face, and she saw only concern in his eyes. The conversation with the Collinses came out it a heartrending rush. "Oh, Caleb! No one knows how I've tried to change. I did act wrongly but even when Lydia was around I was never as bad as she was. I followed her lead because I wanted Mama to notice me. Lydia was always getting attention and no one ever seemed to like me. Now I know the way Lydia acted was wrong. I've tried to become a good person, I really have! I do not want be some witless flit that is an abhorrence to her friends and family. No one seems to understand that I have completely changed, though!"

Caleb's heart was wretched painfully at her sad tale. He gathered her in his arms to give a comforting hug, wishing it could take all the pain out of her heart. He stood there holding her for a few minutes while she wept softly on his shoulder. Lifting her chin with his finger, making her look into his eyes, he said warmly, "You are a wonderful girl, Kitty. Let them talk all they want; they are true simpletons. No one who knows you as I do can think of one fault that you possess. You have a heart of gold." When she burst into more sobs, it startled him. She gained control of herself in a minute and thanked him for being such a dear friend.

"You are so kind, Caleb. I'm so glad for your friendship and that of your family's also. You are a truly a good friend, indeed." He released her from his arms reluctantly, remembering his vow to be subtle in his affections, and simply replied, "I only want to return some of the happiness you've given me ... and my family." After being assured she would be fine, he went back into the party. As much as it pained him to leave her in her time of grief, he knew she needed time to compose her emotions before she entered back in.

Chapter Nineteen

Posted on Monday, 3 January 2005

Sunshine seeped through Kitty's bedroom window and pleasantly awoke her from a refreshing night's rest. It was three days after the ball and, as the room slowly filled with light, she lay thinking. Her mind went back to when she had told her sorrows to Caleb. She became annoyed with herself for being so weak and vulnerable that night. Why she had expressed to him the feelings that had plagued her for months, and him being only a new friend, was beyond her.

Despite her annoyance with the frailty she had displayed, she remembered how gentle and sympathetic he had been, and how relieving it had felt to tell someone her troubles. When he had so kindly tried to ease her pain, when he had spoken those tender words, she felt as if she would melt. Never had a man, aside from her father, treated her with such devotion and respect.

Kitty didn't know whether or not she felt deeper feelings for Caleb, more than dear friendship. Each of his kind gestures since they'd met played in her mind as she tried to ascertain what her heart's true feelings were in the matter. It troubled her that she was so confused. She'd never had trouble accepting a gentleman's attentions nor had she hesitated returning them. Lydia had taught her to make up her mind and go after any man she wanted, but now everything was different. Caleb was surely different from any of her other beaus. Not that she had had many in the first place though. Lydia always stole their attention away from her

Kitty sighed as she proceeded to get out of bed. "Well, it won't do to make everyone delay breakfast for me. And I really must cease such thoughts for a while. Too much contemplating on this situation may be unsafe." Pulling the soft covers off of herself, she looked down at her offending ankle. The swelling had gone down remarkably and the gruesome colors began to be replaced with a natural creamy white. Finally ... it was healing, and quite nicely too. She breathed a sigh of relief. How thankful she would be when it allowed her to once move about with ease. Harold had done a very good job of bandaging it on that wretched day when she'd fallen.

She had noticed that both Harold and Caleb were very gentle boys. Every time she was in company with them she felt wholly at ease. Their open, friendly yet polite nature never ceased to please her. "They must have become that way from their parents. Everyone in that family loves each other so dearly." What would it be like to have such unity, such devotion in her family? What if her parents loved each other as deeply as Mr. and Mrs. Romsen did? Would the Bennets have had such a complicated life if their every action was founded on true love for each other?

A few days later Mr. Chadwick called upon them again. He had become a favorite friend of the Bennets and they had bidden him to come as often as his research-filled days allowed. He was trying to find out how to grow many of America's foreign plants in England. Thomas spent hours in his study reading book, looking at the specimens he'd brought over from the States, testing and experimenting with different seeds and such. His talk of plants bored Kitty, but when he spoke of America he had her undivided attention.

This day's call was spoiled by another boring chat on some certain berries he had be working on. Kitty was sitting in a high backed chair near the door. She squirmed and picked at the crocheted doily which was on the chair arm, and tried to find some way of entertaining herself. She looked to see if her restlessness was insulting Mr. Chadwick but he was talking intently to Mary and Mr. Bennet. He was so engrossed in his explanation of how a particular berry was breed that she supposed he would not notice if a fly landed on his nose.

She looked coyly toward her sister, who was listening to every word Thomas said. Mary never took her eyes nor her attention from him. Kitty thought, "Hmmm ... Don't they seem good company for one another? Both have complex minds, interests in scientific matters, and they seem indifferent to imprudent courtship or bad behavior. I wonder what the chances are of them becoming better acquainted and finding themselves somewhat in love." Rationalization fought against her fantasizing, but it still was an amusing thought.

An experience occurred that enlightened Kitty on the subject just four days later. Mary was playing the pianoforte while Mr. Chadwick was calling. He sat alongside Mrs. Bennet on the settee listening politely to the music. Mary had just ended a lovely piece when Mrs. Bennet spoke to him with pride, "Does not my daughter play well, sir? She has been playing since she was a wee thing."

Thomas never removed his eyes from Mary, who was fussing with a sheet of music, as he replied, "Yes, Mrs. Bennet. She plays remarkably well."

He seemed to snap out of his bemusement and claimed, "In fact, I can play some, as well. Not at all as fine as Miss Mary has excellently shown, but some nonetheless. Miss Bennet, if you would allow me, I'd love to play a duet together." Mary looked surprised as she obliged him. Kitty watched the event with an eager eye as he moved towards the pianoforte and sat down.

She noticed that when he sat, his and Mary's hands brushed against the others by accident. Thomas smiled at Mary slightly. She must have caught the look because she purposefully fiddled with the paper in front of her. When pages were aligned and ready, they began the playful song in unison. As their hands and fingers flew over the ivory keys, Kitty shook her head in wonder. They played with such unity, with such synchronization! Thomas played much better than he had professed.

This young man was definitely the perfect match for Mary. All the ways in which they interacted with each other convinced Kitty that they must feel something for the other. She smiled with quiet joy as she continued to listen to the rousing tune that seemed to seal the fate of their hearts.

Chapter Twenty

Posted on Monday, 3 January 2005

Day after day continued on and Kitty's spirits, despite her healing ankle, plunged about like a ship on a stormy sea. After each visit with the Romsens it became apparent to her that she was not seriously in love with Caleb. True, she loved him warmly, but only with sister-like affection. He was sweet and charming, a complete gentleman, and she knew she should be satisfied with his attentions; but something within her told her that he was not her true love. She did not have a true love nor did she speculate ever finding one in her lifetime.

Her father discerned something weighed heavily on his daughter. Being unable to put his finger on just what was troubling her, he summoned her to his library one Tuesday afternoon for a inquisition. Kitty came downstairs and went into the room at his bidding. She walked over to kiss him on the cheek, and then took the chair he provided across the finely craved desk.

"What is it you wished to see me about, Papa?"

He looked at her intriguingly for a minute. Then with a deep sigh he said, "I wish to talk about you, Kitty. You've seemed distraught about something of late, my dear. I feel that you have something troubling you greatly. Would you care to share your burden with me? It might help you find comfort or ease your conscience." He spoke kindly and with the utmost concern.

She thought whether or not to tell her worries; indecision battled inside her. Decidedly, after a few moments of conflicting feelings, she told her father about Caleb, the discovery of his adoration for her, and how the love was not returned. She tried hard to refrain from crying, but the tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as they had done so often of late. Clasping her trembling hands in her lap, she felt the heavy knowledge leave her as if an actual stone had been removed from her conscience. If anyone would be able to help her, her father would most likely know what she must do.

"Dear daughter, I'm sorry for the pain and worry this has caused you. I am most honored that you felt to inform me of this matter. Caleb Rimsen is an fine upstanding young man but if you do..." He abruptly stopped speaking and Kitty watched in horror as his face became distorted.

She said, "Papa, what is it?", alarm edging her voice. He tightly shut his eyes, groaned, and grasped the arm of his chair. "Papa!" Kitty screamed as he slipped from his chair to the floor.

Kitty ran to his side, her heart pounding with fear, and immediately she felt for his pulse while screaming, "Hill, Mother! Help! Greg, Mary, someone help!!!" Finding the pulse still there only brought her some momentary relief.

Hill was the first to appear at the scene. She cried, "Master Bennet!" but quickly assessed the situation and called calmly but with urgency for Gregory to fetch the doctor. With the servant well on the way to fetch Doctor Gerald, Hill, Mary, and Kitty made Mr. Bennet as comfortable as they could with small cushions and took turns wiping his brow. Mrs. Bennet was of no use, because upon reaching the library, she fainted, falling to the carpeted floor.

Chapter Twenty, Part II

Posted on Thursday, 6 January 2005

Doctor Gerald arrived not twenty minutes later. He walked swiftly through the front entrance and entered the room Gregory indicated. Dr. Henry Gerald had known the Bennet family for an extensive period of time, and when he saw their servant boy dismount a horse and run up his office steps in haste he knew something was seriously amiss. The Bennets were a proud family, seldom asking assistance from anyone. Even if they had a cold or flu they would just rest in bed and have Hill make a special broth. Now as he saw Mr. Bennet lying there pale and barely conscience on the study floor he knew that this was a grave situation.

Asking the ladies to move aside, he first checked for a pulse at Mr. Bennet's wrist. Leaning his head to rest on the patient's chest, he listened to the slow strained heart beat. Mr. Bennet seemed not to have been injured on the exterior; he concluded it must have been caused from his heart or some other internal organ.

Kitty, who was wringing her hands furiously, spoke when he finished the quick examination, "Doctor, what is wrong with him?"

"I have an notion but you must relate to me what transpired before I arrived."

Kitty's eyes brimmed with large tears as she retold the terrifying incident. Adding that she now remembered he had clutched and groped at his shoulder before falling. The doctor nodded at this, his suspicions being confirmed. "It seems your father has had a minor heart attack. Though not as fatal as most I've seen, it could have killed him very easily. He must be watched carefully that it does not reoccur. Complete bed rest, enriching food will restore him to health, hopefully. And absolutely no amount of stress must he encounter. Overexcitement will surely kill him. I have to say, I'm not surprised this came about, with all the rich food that we English consume." He grumbled quietly, "Meat and cakes, meat and cakes, enough to kill any man off."

Their stable hand was summoned to assist in the business of carrying Mr. Bennet up to his bedchamber. The removal was strenuous, delicate work and took almost an hour. Mary rushed ahead of the procession to open the door and ready the bed. The men entered in after her and gently laid him atop the starched sheets. He still was unconscious and Kitty stared at him pensively. He looked like a lifeless waxen figure. Seeing that all was in order, Mary left to attend to Mrs. Bennet, who had not yet been revived. Her smelling salts had been flung to the floor beside her in her swoon.

Kitty and Hill left the room while the men garbed him in his bedclothes. After quietly closing the door, Kitty began to weep softly as the shock that had engulfed her wore off. Dear faithful Hill pulled her young mistress close and brought Kitty's head upon her shoulder. For several minutes they stood together, drawing strength and comfort from one another after such a traumatic experience. The doctor slightly opened the door and told them Mr. Bennet would be alright, that he just needed rest and that they should go about their business while he attended to him.

A touch of anger flashed through Kitty's mind as she thought, "Go about my business? What could I possibly do while my father is in there suffering? Does he think I have a party to attend or shopping to do?" She quieted these rash thoughts and knew that grief had put them in her mind. Setting up a chair in the hall next to the door, she wanted to be near as possible. Her mind wandered mercilessly on nothing in particular as she stared blankly at the peeling yellow wallpaper across from her.

Chapter Twenty-One

Posted on Thursday, 6 January 2005

The next day as Kitty stared out the window of her room, she viewed two carriages coming down their lane. Recognizing them to be ones which the Lucases owned, she groaned. How could she face Caleb now when he was the very reason her father had become ill? She reasoned with herself that it was not his fault, her father had been ill before that. Yet she was fearful she would either greet him with harsh words or make a disgrace of herself by sobbing at the sight of him.

Kitty quickly calculated how soon they would arrive at the front door. Judging that she had just enough time, she bolted out the door and flew down the stairs, like a swift fox being chased by a pack of hunting hounds. Her feet carried her with expeditious force out the back entrance and into the gardens just as the visitors were being let in. Her breath staggered for a few moments as she sank onto a rough stone bench. She rested for awhile and then got up to walk about the garden. The roses were in their finest season. The late summer blossoms sprang from each bush like bright butterflies. She leaned down to smell their appealing fragrance, the scent so sweetly intense that it quite overpowered her.

While she gazed at the flowers, their intricate shapes and pleasing colors, Kitty thought of the guests inside. Suddenly she became ashamed for her cowardly action. Running from dear friends who were trying to bring comfort in her time of need! What was she coming to? But she could not bring herself to go back and accept their condolences. A strong desire to be alone made her walk farther into the shrubbery and set down beneath a tree. She stayed there for a time, thinking about the many variations her life had taken recently.

She was so deep in thought that she failed to see a person walking toward her. The soft footfalls that rustled the grass did not reach her ear until a man's tall figure towered over her, blocking out the sunlight. She looked up and did not recognize the intruder. "May I help you, sir?" His deep gravely voice brought chills up her spine in spite of warm air that graced the day. "Would you kindly come with me Miss?" He said with no explanation.

Kitty hesitated but rose to her feet. "Why do you desire I come with you? And where exactly is it that you wish me to go?"

He did not answer her inquiries but spoke once again, "You are Miss Katherine Bennet, are you not?"

"Yes, I am."

"I have a message for you from certain persons of influence. Being forbidden, I can not reveal the senders' name. This is it." He handed her a piece of fine paper simply and neatly folded. When she opened it, it read,

To Miss Katherine Bennet:

We have reason to believe that you, a so-called gentleman's daughter, have been participating in illegal matters which are a dangerous asset to the good citizens of England. You can be in no doubt of what actions we speak. You will be compliant and give no resistance to your escort. You will be taken to a designated place for further inquiry and if you do not oppose our man in any way you shall arrive unharmed.

The note was unsigned. Kitty mind and heart became gripped by fear and disbelief. What illegal matters? She had never cared for illegal matters, whatever they may be, nor had she ever participated in such. Who was this unknown party accusing her and where was she being taken to? Questions surrounded her brain like a swarm of plaguing mosquitoes. The grey-coated man took hold of her elbow and pulled her toward a wagon that she had not noticed before.

She did not resist because she was sure he could hurt her with a small twist of the arm, but her tongue was not subdued as she spouted the questions forth. He answered none of them, but firmly lifted her onto the wagon seat wordlessly. Climbing up beside her, pulling the brake, and slapping the reigns against the horses flanks, he rolled the wagon forward down a back road. She muffled a cry as they drove away from her home. It grew smaller and smaller in the horizon, and so did her hope of anyone rescuing her.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Posted on Sunday, 9 January 2005

The evening air surrounded Longbourn village like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. Soft crickets' choruses could be heard in every glade and field. The hushed night crept in, yet at the Bennets' home it was anything but quiet. The company of friends had been visiting for hours with no sign of exhaustion. Mrs. Bennet had bidden the Lucases and Romsens to stay for supper. The party of friends gladly obliged them and they conversed until the appointed supper hour. Kitty's absence was of little concern to Mrs. Bennet because she supposed Kitty had gone for a shopping excursion in Meryton.

Maria, Harold, and Caleb were most disappointed that their friend was not there, but they made the best of the visit by entertaining themselves along with Mary. Only when the sun had completely gone down did Mrs. Bennet begin to become apprehensive about her daughter's absence. When Mrs. Romsen brought the matter up she answered that Kitty had probably stopped at a friend's home for a chat and that she would most likely be home soon. But her words did not help quell her worry.

When the meal had been finished everyone began to worry desperately. Kitty, though always going off somewhere without a word to anyone, had never stayed out this late without her family's knowledge of her whereabouts. This fact alone told them something was dreadfully wrong. As the night drew on, a search party was organized and an inquiry was made of all the neighbors. Each hour passed as they were unsuccessful in their quest. Fear gripped the hearts of her family and friends when they found no trace of her.

Meanwhile, Kitty was still sitting next to her captor on the jolting wagon seat. Exhaustion and fatigue filled her every sense as they continued to trudge down the road. The whole backside of her body screamed with pain, caused by the continual bump against the rough wooden seat. "If I ever get back home, I shall never complain about riding in carriages again. If I ever get back home..." She thought longingly of her warm bed, her cozy room, and her dear family and friends who loved her. A small tear formed in her eye and gradually slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly and angrily, she thought she had no more tears left to cry. All the moisture in her body had seemed to dry up hours ago.

She looked around her at the approaching night and the unfamiliar land. Her escort had sat silently through the whole drive, uttering not one single word. In vain she had asked him her questions over and over, trying to receive some hint of what this whole affair was about. But he had been as silent as the stone lion statue in front of the Meryton courthouse. All Kitty could do was look around her and try to ignore her dreadful self-pity.

A mile or two off in the distance, the lights of a small village appeared like bright lanterns of hope. Mayhap this little town would be her salvation. Mayhap she could plead for help from a passerby. As they neared the village the man spoke, "Miss, I must warn you. I have a pistol, so if you get any notions ... Well, take heed. Just do as I say and you shall not be harmed." She could only meekly nod at his frightening speech. Despair overwhelmed her as she gave up her ideas of calling for assistance. They drew closer to the sleepy town and Kitty could now make out a few small houses and buildings.

The driver pulled up the team in front of a drab looking inn. The window shutters were falling from their hinges and their brown paint was peeling to reveal the rough wood beneath. The roof appeared to be missing many shingles and it sagged deeply. The whole place looked as if it would crumble with one gale of wind. The driver climbed down from his seat and helped her dismount from the wagon. Kitty shook her head in disbelief. Would she be forced to go in there? It seemed, from the man's indications, that she was being forced to enter.

Inside was a small dining place with an old sooty hearth in the corner. A counter with a sour faced woman behind it stood off against a wall covered with old newspaper articles. Kitty tried not to breath deeply, for the stench of old greasy food filled the room. Her captor handed a note to the sour faced woman, which she read, nodded, and handed him two rusty keys. He only grunted his thanks and then steered Kitty towards some steep stairs. When they finished climbing them Kitty found they were walking in a dark hallway. She stifled a shriek as a large sized spider ran in front of her shoes.

The man opened a door near the stairway and she realized with horror that this was to be her quarters for the night. "This is where you will sleep. Once again I remind you not to attempt escape or you shall deeply regret it. I will come to speak to you in the morning and we shall see about your questioning." The door was shut and she heard a faint click as it was locked from the outside. Kitty's emotions could not be held back any longer. Finding a bed off to one side against the wall, she set down on it and sank her head into her hands. The gentle sobs of a heartbroken girl could be heard distinctly from the room. Soon afterwards Kitty yielded to her fatigue and fell into a dark troubled sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Posted on Sunday, 9 January 2005

Kitty awoke the next morning very confused about where she was. She righted herself on the bed, only to moan as soon as she had. The painful reminder of her jolting wagon ride the previous night came back as she rubbed her sore back. All the muscles were tense and she found a few bruises on the back of her legs. Looking about the room, she found only a small stand with a basin of water and a dirty looking towel on top of it. She slowly moved toward it to wash her tearstained face. The ice cold water made her shiver as she splashed it on her cheeks. The towel was so dingy looking that she used the inside hem of her dress to wipe her face.

There were no other decorations in the room, no picture gracing the walls, just the sagging old bed and chipped washstand. She went over to the window to look out, but it too was so filthy that she could not see a thing. Kitty sighed sadly and went back to sit on the bed. This certainly was a nightmare. She knew that it was real though, not just some figment of her imagination. All she could do was sit there in the damp dim room and think of the odd situation she was in. Her thoughts turned back to yesterday when all of the trouble started. The strange note worried her. What crimes had she ever committed? What laws had she broken? She could think of none and it puzzled her exceedingly.

Wondering what the day would bring was a frightening and daunting thought. Never before had she been away from any of her family members for so long a time. She began to think about each one in turn. She thought of her ridiculous mother and her silly ways, yet her love for her children was her best quality. And Mary, her awkward sensible sister, with all her musical talent and her philosophical ways, she was actually a trooper when something needed to be done.

She thought about her younger sister Lydia, the disgrace to their family and how she had run off with that awful Mr. Wickham. Then came Jane and Lizzy the two eldest sisters in her family. They were the models of her childhood, the ones who had encouraged her to be good and loving. For a time Lydia had almost drawn Kitty with her to becoming a boisterous young lady, but her elder sisters had helped her to see that being kind and decorous could bring many blessings.

Lastly she thought of her father. She hoped that the news of her abduction would not ruin his health completely. "Oh, please help no one to surprise him with the news. His heart cannot take it in his feeble state." She silently prayed. Her mind wandered for hours on any subject she could think of. The time seemed to drag on dully forever as she sat there with her back against the wall and her knees drawn up towards her.

The hours blended into endless monotony until about noon. The door opened and the man appeared with a tray of food. He set it down on the washstand and turned to leave. Kitty desperately called out to him, "Please sir, when will I be let out? Can't I please go home? I most readily assure you I've done nothing contrary to the law." He showed no emotion toward her wretched plea and only shook his head. The door was closed and locked again.

Her stomach growled at the reminder of food and she walked over to the tray. Upon it she found two slices of crusty bread, an overripe apple and a small flask of water. At home she would have turned her nose up at such a meal, but she had no alternative but to eat it. The dry bread tasted like tree bark to her and she only managed to swallow it with the water given her. The apple was just as bad but she ate it nonetheless.

Another night came and went without consequence. About two o' clock that day, she heard a great commotion outside the inn. Kitty became greatly curious as to what was taking place. She could not see out the window at all and so she could do nothing but listen. She heard a man's voice shouting commands. The person speaking seemed very enraged about something and it grew louder and louder. The person seemed to be storming into the inn for some reason.

Heavy boots thumped up the stairs while the individual continued to roar. Now he was so close that she could make out words. "Where is she?! I demand to know where she is!" Kitty's heart beat faster as she realized they might be looking for her. Was she being rescued? Not wanting to think of anything contrary, she began to earnestly beat on the door screaming, "Help me! I'm in here!" In two seconds the door burst open with such force that she was knocked backwards onto the floor.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Posted on Tuesday, 11 January 2005

"Katherine! Thank goodness, I have found you." said a strong male voice. Kitty still sat sprawled upon the floor where the door had so cruelly knocked her over. The cloudiness that fogged her brain for a few moments cleared as she recognized the voice. A cry of relief escaped her throat as she threw herself into the arms of her brother-in-law. Mr. Darcy held her awkwardly for minute while she wept torrents of tears about his coat. He really did disapprove of such behavior in public, but considering what she must have gone through he took pity on her. When she had calmed, he offered her a clean handkerchief which she gladly accepted amid her sniffles.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. But how you did ... Why are you ... ?" she trailed off feeling very confused.

"Yes, yes, I know I am supposed to be in Scotland. That story shall wait for later telling. First, I must be assured, are you all right? Did that scoundrel harm you?"

Mr. Darcy looked her over with great concern. Kitty shook her head, "No, I've not been injured in any way. But that man said I was a..."

"I know. There is an explanation for that but I will not tell you of it just yet. First we must give you some food and care for anything else you need. Being locked up in this dungeon would be a horrible experience for any women." Scorn and rage still edged his voice, showing the fiery protective side of him that so many of his loved ones and friends had come to admire.

As they stepped out of the accursed inn, Kitty thought how glad she was to leave the place. Mr. Darcy took her elbow and guided her carefully across and down the small street and they entered a small store. Inside was a little place where one might order a light snack and sit on small chairs by a fireplace. He motioned for her to sit while he attended to the order. When he returned with three steaming rolls with honey and butter generously lathered on top, Kitty's eyes mouth watered with anticipation. She picked up the warm piece of heaven and took a bite off the edge. It was so deliciously wonderful that she ate the other two in a few swift moments.

She looked up to see her brother-in-law watching her with an amused look upon his face. She felt her face flush red, realizing that she had eaten the food very much like a savage creature. Kitty wiped her fingers on the napkin cloth provided and took the steaming cup of cocoa that was next to her plate. The warm liquid soothed the tight dryness in her throat that had come from the long period without water. Closing her eyes with sheer pleasure, she sipped it until the cup was emptied.

Mr. Darcy commented, "There, you looked much more restored. Shall we leave? My carriage is awaiting us just outside." They left the little café and walked out to the fine carriage across the street. Once settled comfortably in the seats he and Kitty began to unfold both sides of the story. It seems that the Darcys had arrived at Longbourn the morning after Kitty was found missing and they frantically began to help in the search. Mr. Darcy told her of it on the ride home, "When Mary found the note, the one accusing you of some unmentioned crime, I surveyed it and recognized the style of the handwriting." Here he lowered his eyes, seeming to be deeply embarrassed and angry again.

Kitty begged him to continue. His face was hardened with disgust as he told her that it was the style of his aunt's, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. "Lady Catherine de Bourgh did all this! Why would she wish to bring harm to me? I've never done anything to offend her. " Kitty was astounded by this revelation, and it puzzled her.

Mr. Darcy's jaw tightened as he answered her question, "She wished to get revenge for my union with Elizabeth. My aunt did everything in her power to prevent our marriage, but she did not succeed in that endeavor. So she has tried to intimidate us, to get us back for being wed. I, upon finding the note, rode in great haste to Rosens to demand the details. The old witch was completely surprised that we had thwarted her scheme. I ran into her sitting room and yelled at her as violently as I have ever before. You can imagine how it went, I'm afraid we both have dreadful tempers. But I finally received enough information to piece together your whereabouts. I still do not know what she intended to do with you, but at least you will be safely home soon."

Kitty could hardly believe the outrageous tale. "Lady de Bourgh," she repeated with an incredulous shake of her head, "My, she is a determined women!" Her brother-in-law began to become more livid with each mention of his aunt.

"Yes. She is the most vile, despicable, base, disre..." his voice becoming louder and louder. Kitty reached across to touch his arm, a gesture she hoped would calm his rage somewhat.

"Darcy," she said in a pleading tone, "do calm yourself. Your aunt has done horrid things indeed, but you must not let her bother you. She will be punished someday by her own conscience. You mustn't let her abominable acts get to you."

He stopped abruptly, nodded, and stared out the window for many minutes. When he again turned back to Kitty, his face showed that his anger had been alleviated greatly. "Thank you for stopping me, sister. Your calm judgment and forgiveness in this surprises me. I am glad you are safe and your family shall be exultant to have you back. I might add, your close friends will be as well."

His voice hinted something. "There is one young man that was particularly distraught over your absence."

Kitty sighed and said, "Caleb Romsen. I believe he thinks he is in love with me. Oh, Mr. Darcy, I want to return his love but I just cannot. I feel so wretched about the whole business."

"Then you must tell him so. It is better that both of you have a perfect understanding of your relationship. You must be aware of the struggles Elizabeth and I had because we were left to assume the other's feelings. That cannot be good for either party nor is it in their best interest. Tell him how you feel."

Chapter Twenty-Five

Posted on Saturday, 15 January 2005

Mary paced steadily in the front entrance, walking back and forth in a vigorous manner. She had been doing so almost ever since Mr. Darcy had left to find the exact location of Kitty. Strangely, she felt anxious for her sister's welfare. Never had she cared much for her younger sisters, but of late Kitty and she had begun to speak more frequently and had come to depend upon one another. Mary felt helpless, unable to help discover her sister, so she resumed her amble to and fro. That very hour, around four in the afternoon, she heard the sound of carriage wheels outside down the lane. Flinging open the door, she ran to greet the familiar carriage owned by the Darcys.

As it rounded the gravely bend, she saw the tall figure of Mr. Darcy and she strained to see if anyone was seated across from him. A small figure of a girl came into her view and Mary's relief was profoundly felt as she cried into the house of their arrival and ran toward them. Mr. Darcy was just helping Kitty down when Mary arrived at the spot. She drew her sister in a comforting embrace as Kitty began to cry once again. These tears were not of sorrow or pain, but of pure joy and relief. Mary herself shed no tears, but still held her sister close. Mr. Darcy only stood back watching, with a small smile upon his lips.

Mary released her just before almost being knocked over by their hysterical mother. "Oh Kitty! Kitty, my dear, dear girl! You've come home at last." Mrs. Bennet held Kitty so tightly that it restrained her breathing a little. She pulled away slowly from her mother, smiling and assuring her that she was all right. Mrs. Bennet blew her nose loudly into her handkerchief as she rambled on about how worried they had been. Elizabeth, who had been upstairs attending to their father, was immediately and discreetly summoned; as to not frighten Mr. Bennet, who was still unaware of the kidnapping.

Kitty met her halfway to the door and they wept in each others arms. Lizzy smiled as she pulled back and wiped the tears from Kitty's cheeks with her finger. "Oh, Lizzy, I am so glad to see you here!"

"As am I, little sister. It is a good thing we came when we did."

"But why are you here? Did you not intend to come home three weeks from now?"

Elizabeth looked as if she were having trouble expressing her thoughts. "I can not explain this well, but five days ago I had the strangest feeling we should come home. I waved it aside immediately, thinking I was merely homesick. But the sensation persisted and I knew we must return without further delay. We left Jane and Charles to tie up any business that might be in need of attention and Mr. Darcy and I came as soon as possible. It was Providence, I believe, helping us to return for father's sake and yours."

Kitty shook her head in wonder. "Well, anyway, I am overjoyed to see you and Darcy. I owe him everything for coming to my rescue. Oh, how is Papa? Is he much recovered?"

"Yes, he is doing better, though still very weak. You must see him, but do not tell him of your adventures. I fear his poor heart could not handle the extremity."

Kitty went up to see her father and came back down to find the Romsens and Lucases greeting her with tearful hugs. Maria clasped her in a strangling embrace as she told Kitty how scared she had been. They laughed and cried all at once, over and over. Mr. and Mrs. Romsen followed after with the same salutations, each asserting their gratefulness for her safe return. Kitty smiled as Harold merely took her hand in his, "Well, Miss Kitty. You certainly gave us all quite a turn. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, thank you. I was quite in despair for a while, but I'm am safe now and so I shall not have to worry about it further."

It was then that Kitty realized the absence of Caleb. Worry registered in her mind as she searched the room but could find no sign of him. "Where is Caleb off to?", she asked Harold.

"He is on his way presently. As soon as we heard of your safe arrival home, we sent someone to the village to tell him. He has been up all night searching for you. We tried to persuade him to rest even a few hours but he would hear none of it." He paused and looked knowingly at her. "I think he cares very much for you."

Kitty could not answer but with a sad nod of her head. She was unable to ponder it longer because Mr. Romsen begged for her to tell them of her tale.

When she had nearly completed the telling, Kitty saw a horse carrying a rider, galloping with the greatest of haste. Knowing that she must greet him and tell him the truth, she made an excuse and left. Walking out into the sunlit yard, she found herself scooped up in a crushing embrace before she had time to prepare. Caleb held her steadfastly with a tightness that made Kitty struggle for air. She pulled away with difficulty and looked into his eyes. The light pools of blue held tears that were unshed yet. It surprised and touched her to see a man cry with joy. But knowing that his tears would soon be those of pain, not the joy that filled them now, cut her very soul with sorrow. He was her friend and what she was about to would be difficult.

"Kitty", he whispered in her ear.

"Caleb, do not speak yet. Let's go down into the garden where we can sit down."

They walked slowly, with Caleb still firmly holding her hand. They reached the gardens and prepared to sit upon the same bench Kitty had sat upon three days ago. Caleb could no longer constrain himself and he took her in his arms again. As he did so, Kitty felt a deep moan of painful agony arise from her heart. It must have actually escaped her lips because Caleb loosened his grip slightly and looked searchingly into her eyes.

"Kitty, what is the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Her head hurt as well as her heart as she spoke, "Yes, Caleb something is dreadfully wrong. I want to first tell you that this is not easy for me. You are a very dear person, Caleb. I have enjoyed having you for a precious friend. I will always treasure our friendship." He misunderstood what she was leading to, and he bent down to kiss her as a response. But she pulled away quickly, leaving him very perplexed.

"No Caleb, please don't. You do not understand. I know you love me, or at least you think you do..."

He interrupted her with denial, "No! No, Kitty! I do love you. I have the utmost ardent love and..."

She reached out quickly to touch his face and stop him. "Now, listen to what I have to say. I care for you deeply, Caleb ... but only as a friend." The proclamation was followed by deadly silence.

Her fears of his possible wrath were not fulfilled, much to her relief. He only stared at her as the words sank in; he nodded and then turned and began to walk further into the gardens, leaving her to stare after him. The first tears came slowly from the corners of her eyes as she sank to the bench beneath her. In a minute or two she felt a firm hand placed on her arm. Mr. Darcy sat beside her and she leaned her head against his shoulder as she cried quietly over and over again, "I told him, Darcy. I told him."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Posted on Saturday, 15 January 2005

A fortnight passed without Kitty seeing Caleb. Whenever the families met together, he made some excuse not to attend. Though it still hurt her to see their friendship come to a complete end, Kitty thought perhaps it was best for Caleb to not be reminded constantly of the sad day. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth were of great comfort to her when she felt so alone.

She resolved to move on with her life, to focus on new interests and purposes. Mary looked quite shocked when Kitty asked her to instruct her in pianoforte lessons. She took up the job of visiting the poor and ailing families in the parish. Kitty even decided to read a list of books, ones that were uplifting and mind-inspiring. And of course she helped nurse her father back to fitness, which was a slow tedious process.

All this service and learning brought her happiness and fulfillment. She now learned why people who give much seem to be content and at peace with their lives.

The Romsens left Longbourn two weeks afterward to return to their home in Somerset. The leave-taking was not as dreadful as Kitty estimated it would be. She smiled through parting tears as she hugged Mr. and Mrs. Romsen fiercely. "You must write us, my dear. I shall not leave from this place until you consent to it."

Kitty smiled, "Mrs. Romsen, you will receive so many letters that your family shall resent ever making my acquaintance." Giving Kitty another hug Mrs. Romsen just shook her head and promised that each one would be responded to, if not by herself than by another member of the family. Such a friendship as that which had developed between the families should not be broken.

Caleb hung back until he could speak to her with little notice from the others. Kitty's apprehension was relieved when she noticed his countenance was restored to its bright cheerful state once again. He took her hand and with a gentle shake said, "Goodbye, as a friend." Kitty was so happy that he was not damaged from her rejection. Her smile became broad and she squeezed his hand in return and thanked him for the jolly times they had. When he turned to leave she felt a magnificent sense of peace. His feelings were not wounded permanently and they would remain dear friends.

Harold spoke to her lastly, thanking her for her gentleness with his brother's situation. Caleb had told him of it shortly after and between both Kitty and Harold's input and reasoning, he realized the truth of his own feelings. Now they all could continue on as excellent worthy friends.

As the carriage started forward and began to creak down the gravel lane, Kitty felt a small pang of loss. She did not quite understand why she felt so upset about their leaving; it was as if some part of her were being taken away. She tried to shake herself of the feeling, thinking that they would surely visit again soon, but it would not be suppressed. Hoping Maria would be able to cheer her, she grabbed her bonnet and started out to walk to Lucas Lodge.

The summer passed as the days grew darker and the wind became crisp and smelled of the falling leaves, a bit of chill in the air hinted the oncoming cold weather. Kitty was by a small pond which stood off to one side of the Bennet property. She was sitting amid the tall grasses near the water reading a book. Her mind strayed from her reading as the wind softly ran through the grasses like a great ocean, the rustling and whirring sound calmed her and she lay back to look up at the clear sky above with a sign of contentment. The atmosphere was so entirely serene that Kitty felt sleep begin to creep upon her. Just as she was about to give into the welcome darkness a sound awakened her senses. She lay very still as she heard the sound of feet treading faintly on the lawn.

Voices murmuring quietly to each other reached her ear. Judging that the trespassers were but twenty feet from her, she sat up soundlessly. The tall rushes around her kept her body from view. She listened intently to the conversation and recognized the voices belonged to Mary and Thomas Chadwick, who had not slackened his regular visits each week.

They were only speaking of poetry again, or so Kitty thought. But as Thomas began reciting a particular piece Kitty concentrated upon the lines he spoke and the tone of his voice.

"Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom."

A gasp almost slipped from Kitty's throat as she peered from between the plants. Mr. Chadwick was standing beside Mary, her hands tightly clasped in his and they were gazing at one another in a most romantic fashion. She came close to giving away her hiding spot, but she found her identity was still not known. Then Mr. Chadwick did something that surprised Kitty beyond anything. He knelt in front of her sister and asked in eloquent language if Mary would be his wife.

She strained to hear Mary's answer, which was quietly spoken, but Kitty heard it nonetheless. Joy surged through her and she did not know that she jumped up and shouted an exclamation of jubilation. The two lovers turned to her startle to be so interrupted. As she realized what she had done, Kitty started to giggle uncontrollably as she ran forward to give them her apologies and glad congratulations.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Posted on Monday, 17 January 2005

Never did Kitty imagine that all of her sisters would marry before her. Jane, Lizzy, Lydia, and soon Mary too would join in the wonderful duties and life that came from matrimony. Kitty was extremely happy for Mary to be sure, but with her sister now entering this new phase of life it left Kitty to feel somewhat out of place. She felt like an outsider when her sisters spoke of wedding plans and husbands. Oh, the girls never meant to make her feel separate from them, but the small feelings of aloneness still nipped at her occasionally.

Mr. Chadwick would make a fine brother-in-law, of that Kitty knew with utmost certainty. He was kind, highly intelligent, amiable, and gentle. He had all the qualities that would suit him best for becoming Mary's husband. The two could carry on wonderful conversations about their favorite philosophers and theories, composers and poets, even if it was interesting only to them.

Mary seemed exceptionally happy with the union and she walked everywhere with her head a little higher, her step a little lighter. Kitty marveled how simply-given love could improve the character of one so peculiar as Mary. But who would have thought that being married would bring Mary out of her shell and turn her into a wise healthy-minded young women capable of feeling emotions and being unafraid to share it?

The wedding date was set for the next spring, for Mary wished to have an adequately long engagement. In the meantime, Thomas continued his visits every week without faltering, continuing to walk into the hearts of the Bennet family and friends. His pleasant voice was a wonderful addition to the Bennet household. The whole family loved him entirely.

He spent many hours reading to Mr. Bennet, who was still abed. He captured the admiration of Kitty and Elizabeth with wild tales of America. Mrs. Bennet adored him, for he had a good deal of money. Nothing to be compared to Charles and Darcy's, of course, but his takings were of a quite comfortable sum and he would provide for his wife well. He and Mr. Darcy struck up an immediate friendship. Both were contented, respectful men who enjoyed many of the same things and they spend hours hunting together and discussing agriculture. Even Jane and Charles were pleased by his character when they had come back from Scotland.

Kitty had dutifully kept her correspondence with Mrs. Romsen and occasionally she received a note from Caleb or Mr. Romsen. Harold had even written once and his letter amused her very much.

September 20, 1813

To Miss Katherine Bennet:

I trust this letter finds you and your family in the best of health. I am extremely relieved to hear from Mother of your father's improving health. He must have hated to be laid up in bed for a month's time. Please forward to him my deepest wishes for his complete recovery. As for my family, we are all in excellent health, with the exception of Mother. She has regretfully caught a cold that has sent her to bed. She is being tended by good capable hands and shall recover speedily with our prayers.

That is the reason for which I am the one chosen to write you. She worried that you might become anxious when a letter did not show at its regular timing. I wish to thank you for your kind friendship to her. She reads your letters with pride to all who will listen and generally responds immediately. Mother also begs you to visit sometime in the future with Maria. Such a visit would bring the greatest of joy to her.

Caleb is doing well for himself. He is as sociable as ever, being fully recovered from his short period of disappointment and he is now away at Bath for the season. He is contemplating working as scrivener for a time, his handwriting exceeds mine greatly, until he decides to claim the estate Mother and Father are giving him near. Then he shall most likely take the occupation of a proprietor or some other such livelihood. He need not take up either, but it is good for him to be occupied in a useful work. I'm am very pleased with his growth of character of late.

I fear to write further, because I'm certain it must bore you to read it. I have never aspired to write eloquently, neither have I ever done well with it I'm afraid. I do hope I did justice though, for Mother's sake. Give the best wishes and regards of my family to your sister Mary and Mr. Chadwick on their recent engagement. I hope you are in fine health and wish happiness to grace you. Thank you for suffering through this note. I fear it must have been most intolerable to read.

Your Humble Obt. Servant,

Harold Romsen

This amusing and heartfelt letter brought Kitty a vast deal of enjoyment. It was written so much like Harold's own character. It was both polite and yet personal at the same time. She couldn't help but laugh at his excuses for a below standard letter. She could find no fault with it. It pleased and honored her very much that Mrs. Romsen would invite her to visit with Maria and she hoped it would be soon. And imagine Caleb as a scrivener; sitting behind a desk writing papers all day. Such a tedious task hardly seemed to suit him. "But perhaps it would give him some foundation and balance." she reasoned.

Jane and Charles Bingley took up their place at Netherfield for the winter. It was very convenient to have them close at hand. Visits to their parents were very common and it helped Kitty to have Jane around while she felt the absence of the Romsens and the Darcys. Elizabeth and Darcy had returned to Pemberley a month following Mary's engagement, with promises to visit again soon. Kitty spent her late autumn days sewing for the spring wedding, visiting Maria and Jane, and continuing her studies in music and reading.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Posted on Thursday, 20 January 2005

"Surely you can do much better than him, Kitty! How can you even contemplate such a thing?!!!" Mrs. Bennet's shrill voice sounded in Kitty's ears. She neither answered her mother nor appeared to be listening. But she was listening, and this conversation was diverting her excessively. Laughter rose rapidly, trying to escape her guarded throat. But as much as she would like to, Kitty could not allow herself to show humor. Beneath her lowered lashes, which prevented Mrs. Bennet from seeing the impish gleam in Kitty's eyes, she took a glance at her disconcerted mother.

Mrs. Bennet's eyes were ablaze with disbelief and they hinted anger. Her arms were flung out in a dramatic gesture as if she were an actress in a play by Shakespeare. Pieces of hair had pulled out of their proper place when she had jerked her head around a moment before. Kitty never had such an irresistible urge to giggle. Her mother looked so absurdly wild, that Kitty had to turn away to conceal her wide grin.

Kitty had received a note from a Mr. Gorden. It held a note inviting her to tea to meet his elder married sister, Anna Thomas. Mr. Gorden was an unattached dreadfully plain looking young man who lived with his widowed aunt in Meryton. He was not a vicious or bad-mannered man, but something lacked in his air of address, the way he carried himself and so on. Mr. Gorden had not been brought up with the civility of a gentlemen, though his father had been one. His parents had died when he was a young child, only four years of age. His father had great debts and left nothing to secure his children's upraising or education.

The grand house and possessions were divided amongst those to whom his father was indebted. Young Mansel Gordon and his older sister Anna were shipped off to live with their aunt and uncle in the country. They were barren of children and cared for their niece and nephew as if they were they're own flesh. But in the country there were no formal schools. Mansel had only learned simple arithmetic, writing, and reading from his uncle. He had none of the formal education that a gentleman's son required, and his guardians had not the means to send him away to school.

As a older boy he began to make a way for himself by doing odd jobs and hiring out to local farms. He worked with diligence to lift the burden of his financial dependence from his aunt and uncle. And now around the age of a score and five years, he was proudly partnered in the ownership of Roberts and Gorden Stables in town. Mr. Gorden's income was very insignificant compared to that of most of Meryton's respected citizens, but he lived very happily on the fruit of his labors.

Now his uncle had died and Mansel offered his meager home to his newly-widowed aunt. She graciously and joyfully accepted because the farm had to be sold to pay off everything. Though Mrs. Linden was a proud woman, she was not above accepting this offer made of loving intentions. The position worked perfectly. Mrs. Linden had a place to stay, someone to provide for her welfare, and Mansel had someone to keep house for him.

Kitty had met Mr. Gorden at the post office one afternoon as she went to collect the weekly letter from Elizabeth. They had bumped into one another at the door, each so caught in their own thoughts that they ran right into the other. Making their own introductions, they became good acquaintances quickly. Since then an easy friendship replaced the mere acquaintance. Kitty had made many visits to the kind aunt and nephew when she needed a distraction in her dull life. This particular tea was important; his elder sister was visiting with her husband from Bath. Kitty was just preparing herself for it when her mother came in to inspect her appearance.

Mrs. Bennet had made some flippant comment about Mr. Gorden's poverty. Kitty told her to be more charitable towards those less fortunate and her mother had shot back with another fault of Mr. Gorden's. Kitty denied the accusation and, just to spite her mother, she had said, "Mother, you shouldn't speak so of Mansel. He is pleasant and could very well make me a good husband someday." Of course, she had no intentions on him, nor would she ever. But she wanted to return some of the grief her mother had caused her for so many years. She knew it was wicked of her. At the moment though, she enjoyed the inane moment.

Her mother stormed from the room, howling loudly down the hallway. Kitty merely kept getting ready. She thought well of Mr. Gorden. He was young and a very pleasant companion, but his lack of gentility persuaded her that they would only remain friends. It was to her advantage that Mrs. Bennet thought she was attached, because since her experience with Caleb her mother had tried to push Kitty toward every single young man of consequence they knew. With every man worth over 400 pounds a year, Mrs. Bennet made over-ambiguous moves to join her daughter with him. Kitty was tiring of it quickly and the only place of solitude she could find was in her father's study or at Netherfield with her dear sister, Jane.

With one last examination of her outfit, she walked out of her bedchamber and softly closed the door behind her. Her new walking boots thumped lightly against the wooden steps as she glided down the stairs. Stopping only to remove her cloak from its peg and fasten it securely in front, she left for the afternoon tea. The wind was colder than she had anticipated. It waltzed around her like a mild whirlwind and she drew her bonnet strings more snuggly against her chin.

After a few minutes of brisk walking, Kitty came to the first few houses on the outskirts of Meryton. She hurried down the main street, passing the milliner and tailor shops. As usual, she had to refrain herself from stopping to look at the window displays, determined that she would not make herself late. At last she came to the townhouse type buildings around the corner.

The tall rows of houses towered over her as she went into the entrance. She climbed the steep dark stairway up to the second floor and found the correct apartment. After only one knock the door opened quickly to her. Mrs. Linden's pleasant face and sweet voice greeted her with all the warmth in the world. She listened to the jolly greetings of her hostess as she hung up her cloak and bonnet. With one last smoothing of her dress, she follow Mrs. Linden into the parlor off to the right of the cloak room.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Posted on Monday, 24 January 2005

"Your sister is very charming, Mansel. A most kind and easy acquaintance, I must say. She is a wonderful lady." "Ah, Kitty, I do like her quite well myself and I'm glad you feel as I. She has done a remarkable job of filling in for our parents when I was young. It has been a rare treat to have her and Randall visit with Aunt Lindy and me."

Kitty returned Mr. Gorden's lopsided smile and said apologetically, "I am very sorry I may not stay longer. I promised Mama I'd pick a few things for Mary's wedding dress, ribbons and lace, you know." "No, no, you must not let me detain you. Good luck in finding the finery you require." He escorted her to the door, after helping her on with her cloak, and bid goodbye. "Well, thank you again." She called. Kitty lifted a hand to wave before trampling down the dark winding stairs.

Finally, she reached the door of the building and the wind caught her full in the face when she opened it. It was now January and the winter air held a frigid biting cold feeling. Kitty knew perhaps it was not wise to be out walking in such cold temperatures, but foolishly she had gone out anyway. Now she still had to do some shopping, and then there was the walk back home. "Oh well, there's no helping it now." she thought as she started walking toward Hampton's Shop for Ladies down the street. Warmth returned to her frozen body as she entered the shop and stood by the wood burning stove inside.

Two hours later a tall stranger was walking down the main street, just striding along looking about him. The street was remarkably still and quiet. Most likely because the citizens of Meryton were of sound mind and they knew it was too cold to be out. But the stranger enjoyed the cold weather. It fascinated him to take a deep breath and release it in a big puffy cloud of steam. He was just watching a tin wagon drive by on the road when a small figure ahead of him caught his eye.

As he peered closer, he thought it might be a woman. Something about her seemed familiar to him. Strangely, many bulging and odd shaped packages were stacked in her arms, and were no doubt restricting her view. He was only a few paces behind her when she suddenly lost her footing on an icy patch of ground. Her packages flew from her arms in all directions as she began to fall. The man rushed up behind her and caught her by the elbows just before she crashed to the ground. He could hear the little lady trying to get back her breath, as was he. After a few seconds she twisted in his arms starting to thank him for coming to her aid but she stopped abruptly and their gasps came out in unison.

"Kitty!" "Harold!" they both exclaimed at once. Harold stood there looking at her as if in shock. He had not meant to see her so soon upon his arrival in Meryton. It took him completely by surprise to see her. Her light brown eyes and rosy cheeks, both enhanced from the cold, took him aback in their brilliance. Never had he noticed she was so handsome and he could do nothing but stare wordlessly at her delicate face.

Kitty was just as surprised, if not more so. What in the world was Harold Romsen doing back in Herefordshire?! She could not think properly because his appearance so distracted her. "My, he looks grand." she thought as she studied his features. His face was as she remembered it, but not exactly the same. Something was different about his eyes and mouth but she could not think what the change was. She could not think much of anything at the moment, his close presence baffled her so.

A smile began to form slowly at the corners of his mouth as he tried to keep his voice stern. "Miss Katherine, must I always be catching you like you were a child beginning to walk?" Surprised when he spoke, she snapped her out of the stilled atmosphere to had engulfed her. Looking around her bewildered, she saw the packages thrown askew at their feet and finding her tongue she murmured, "I guess you must. I think I should stop trying to examine the earth so closely."

A loud rumble of laughter broke from deep within him and it rang through the street and shops echoing in the still air. Kitty began to laugh heartily too until she felt tears freezing upon her cheeks. When their laughter had subsided they stared at one another with lingering smiles upon their lips. Then Harold realized she was still in his arms and he quickly released her and bent down to pick up the packages. With some reluctance Kitty joined him.

"Thank for catching me yet again, Harold. But what ever are you doing here, in Meryton? And in the winter?" He spoke to her as he picked up a remnant of pale lace material from the sidewalk that had fallen from its box. "I... I'm attending a winter class in Bedford and I came down to visit the Lucases and your family for the week holiday."

"Ah, yes! Your mother wrote me that you were pursuing your horse breeding dream and that you had gone down to attend Master Warden's horse classes. And how do you like it?" "It is alright, I suppose. I am learning many things, but I do miss my parents and Caleb, of course. Seeing you is a great restorative for my homesickness, Kitty." His look and smile warmed her soul. Kitty saw the usual sincerity in his eyes and somehow this last comment pleased her greatly.

"Will you be staying nearby?" "Yes, in fact I was thinking of securing a room at the Wolves Inn right down this street." "Oh, goody!" Kitty exclaimed clapping her hands together. "Harold, you must come home and have supper with us! Mama and Papa will be most pleased to have you back. And Mr. Chadwick, you recall my sister's fiancé, is dining with us.....and you just have to come!"

He chuckled and shook his head at her childlike enthusiasm. He held up his hands in the air as if surrendering. "Yes. Yes, of course I'll come. As long as the Lucases won't be too hurt that I called upon your family first." She cast a sly look at him, "We just won't tell them. What they do not know won't hurt them." They laughed as they both shared the load of packages and walked in the direction of Kitty's home.

Chapter Thirty

Posted on Thursday, 27 January 2005

Small wisps of light snow lifted from the ground where Kitty and Harold walked. Looking across the powdered landscape, Harold stared in awe at the shimmering snow crystals that glimmered as the sun hit them. Peace came over him as the wind lifted the collar of his coat and brushed the rough fabric against his face. He and Kitty had walked in silence for a few moments, enjoying the glorious wintry day. The young lady's arm was tucked lightly in his, in case she should happen to slip again on the slick surface of the road. Somehow the feeling that she depended upon him for protection made him feel stronger.

Kitty's thoughts were not on the scenery or on Harold, but her sister Elizabeth. Lizzy had written the family that she was due to have a little one. It was to be born sometime in the early summer and Kitty could not wait to experience the thrills of being an aunt. She imagined holding the tiny babe in her arms and playing with its petite hands and feet. Kitty had always loved babies. She longed to have her own one day, but with no desirable suitors in her life she began to wonder if she would ever be married.

"How marvelous!" Harold breathed softly, in comment of the magical scene before them. Kitty, not quite thinking about her surroundings, said, "I know, little ones are simply wonderful."

Harold turned his head to give her an odd look. "Little ones?" he questioned.

Kitty realized what had just happened and gave a gentle laugh. "I'm sorry. I was thinking of Lizzy's baby that will be due in the summer. I failed to understand your comment, I was thinking so deeply."

He only nodded and smiled with understanding.

"And how is Darcy taking it? I imagine he is excited."

"Hmm, yes he is. Excited hardly seems adequate to describe his pleasure and concern. Practically struts around like a peacock when someone brings it up! He and Lizzy will make the very best of parents, I think."

"Yes, I am positive they will be splendid guardians. They both have what it takes to mold fine children." After this there was a long pause until they arrived at the Bennet's courtyard. After Mrs. Bennet discovered them there was no end to the discussions, as you may well imagine.

The dinner was set steaming on the table and the aroma wafted around the dining room, filling its occupants with eager desire. Mr. Bennet sat at the head of the table with his two daughters on either side. Next to Mary sat her fiancé, Thomas Chadwick, and next to Kitty sat Harold. Mrs. Bennet sat at the other end of the table; trying to listen, talk, and eat all at the same time during the entire meal. Mary cast Kitty an aggravated look as Mrs. Bennet stole Thomas's attention from their conversation. Kitty felt badly for her, and for Thomas! Mama was always so oblivious to the feelings of others that she just cut in with her remarks at whim.

Soon the meal was over and the family gathered near the door to wish their callers a good night. "Well, well Harold. It is mighty good to have you back among us." said Mr. Bennet slapping their visitor lightly on the back.

"Thank you, sir. It is excellent for me as well. I missed being in such noble company when we left this summer, and to be back here does me much good."

Mrs. Bennet's grating voice buzzed in his ears, "Oh, yes Harold! Do stay a long while and visit us as often as you can. We should be glad to sit with you every day, I dare say!"

He politely bowed and answered, "Thank you, ma'am, but my schedule only permits me a week's holiday. Please be assured, I will visit as much as I possibly can. Thank you for the wonderful supper, hospitality and conversation. Now Chadwick, I believe we should be on our way. Good evening to you all!" With a tipping of their hats he and Thomas walked out towards the awaiting carriage and drove back off into Meryton.

Kitty closed the front door behind them and returned the warm smile her father directed toward to her. She took hold of his arm and climbed slowly upstairs alongside him. Reaching her room, he took her in a quick fatherly hug and kissed her goodnight on the forehead. "Goodnight, Papa." she said as she entered her room and shut the door. Lately, she and her father had designed upon getting more sleep and they both retired to bed after their late suppers. Kitty was mostly doing it to help her father. She worried about his health, though he was well on the mend from his heart attack.

Opening up her mahogany bureau, she took her woolen nightgown out and changed into it quickly, trying to beat the cold. She grabbed her brush from its place and jumped into her big post bed. Every night during the winter, she took off her shoes in bed so her feet would not touch the freezing wood floor. Then she unraveled the twisted hair on top her head and took the pins out until her dark brown hair rested softly in long tresses down her back and around her face. She brushed it through thoroughly and with careful soft strokes. As she brushed she caught herself humming a made up tune.

The continuous stroking of the brush relaxed her and made her feel drowsy. She closed her eyes for a minute while still brushing. Her comforting ritual was interrupted by a few tangled strands of hair, which she worked out in a few moments. Then she laid her brush down, swept the long hair away from her face, and lay down beneath the cozy blankets. As her body heat began to warn up the bed, Kitty drifted off into a sweet rested sleep.

Chapter Thirty-One

Posted on Saturday, 29 January 2005

"See, this one is about ... I'd say, two years old. He should be ready for working and pulling soon. Sturdy little fellow, isn't he?" Harold stood running his hands gently over the horse's fine charcoal coat. A special light gleamed in his eyes as he carefully studied the animal's strong healthy figure. The horse was at complete ease as Harold rubbed him with tenderness and spoke softly in his ear. Watching him work with the horse was perhaps the most beautiful thing Kitty had ever seen. The whole stable seemed to be a calming environment even with the wind beating against the outside. Only when Maria shifted her weigh trying to keep warm, did the spell break.

Kitty looked at Maria. Her friend's face was reddened from the cold wind that eased its way through the cracks of the stable walls. She was hopping from one foot to the other vigorously, attempting to get some circulation and warmth in her legs. "Harold, I think Maria and I had best go back to the house. She looks as if she'll freeze solid at any moment."

Maria protested, "I'm fine, really." But Harold shook his head and closed the stall door. "I apologize. When I am with horses I loose all sense of time. Your mother will worry if we are late for tea. Come, let us head in." Taking one of their arms in each of his, they made their way from the Lucas stables back up to the house.

When they were back inside and had hung up their wrappings, they attended Sir and Lady Lucas at afternoon tea. Kitty arrived back home to find Mary in the parlor playing the pianoforte. The winter sun shown through the glass panes of the east window and lighted upon her as she played. "Mary was so unattractive in looks and manner just six months ago, but now she appears as handsome as any of us. It is no wonder that Thomas desired her to be his wife. She has become such a worthy person since he came back into our lives. I hope she is happy with this new life."

She walked over and watched as Mary played the last few measures of the melodious sonata. When the song was done Mary turned around and smiled brightly at her. "Kitty, will you play the bridal march at my wedding?"

Kitty stumbled over her words, surprised at the request, "I would love to but I'm not half good enough. Even with your excellent tutelage, I play dreadfully."

"You'll do fine with a good deal of practice. Here is the music for it. Your assignment is to practice it twice every day until the last week of April, the week of the wedding. You will do a satisfactory job, I'm sure."

Kitty sighed with resignation and put a hand on Mary's shoulder. "All right, I shall do it. But I can not promise it will resemble a traditional wedding march."

The next morning the youthful group of friends went to Meryton for a stroll and a bit of shopping for the ladies. As they walked, Mary was led on Thomas's arm and Maria and Kitty each claimed one of Harold's. The day was uncommonly warm for late January and the sun shown high in the sky, quickly melting much of the snow and ice.

The streets were busy with people taking advantage of the good weather. Merchants, farmers, visiting neighbors, beasts of burden, wagons, and carriages filled the wet roads. With all the many noises, it was hard for them to hear each other over the din. They finally decided stop off at the Wolves Inn, where Harold was staying, and get some food and warmth.

After shaking their boots of the slushy snow, they entered in and found an unoccupied table by the fireplace. The hearth burned stout logs at a steady pace. The fire crackled and popped gently and the flames and ashes that had gathered at the bottom glowed orange-red. Kitty stood by it for a minute before joining those who were seated. She felt the heat seep in through her gloves and bring back the feeling into her numb hands and fingers. After she had rubbed them together several times she went back to sit with her group.

Maria was talking animatedly to Harold and she knew that it must be something very important from her friend's eager tone. "When? When do think you think we can come, Harold? It cannot be too long, because I shan't be able to bear it!"

Kitty cut in, "What on earth are you speaking of, Maria? What has excited you so?"

"Oh, Kitty! The Romsens request that you and I go down to Somerset for a visit this year! Harold and I were just trying to think of a proper time to go. Can you think of a date that isn't too terribly far off?"

"Calm yourself, Maria. I'm sorry to break the tragic news to you," Harold said with a hand to the side of his mouth as if he was telling a secret, "but you'll not be able to leave today!" Everyone laughed, they knew it was a great distance to Somerset and it would take weeks of planning before even beginning the trip.

"What about sometime in early May, after the wedding? Might that be supportable?" Thomas suggested. After considering that for a moment, Harold, Kitty, and Maria agreed the date might work. They would have to confirm it with their parents, but May seemed their best option. By then the wedding would be over with and they would have no other obligations to keep them home. The snow would be melted and the weather would be convenient for traveling.

They were all getting excited about the visit, but Kitty was particularly because it would be her first visit away; her first time leaving Herefordshire county without her family at hand. She would be left to her own devices, behaviors and conscience. This visit might reveal whether or not she could act responsibly for herself, alone in the world. Kitty only hoped all would go well and that it would be a grand time. With such dear friends there she had no doubts of receiving enough entertainment and companionship to fill her hours.

Now, three days subsequent to their outing, the Bennets dined at Lucas Lodge. It was a farewell supper for Harold, who would depart from Meryton the next morning. The evening was as congenial as it could be and seemed a proper leave-taking for the Romsens' eldest son. He left the next morning a little after dawn, with the best traveling weather that could be expected for wintertime.

Both the Lucas and Bennet families resumed their everyday tasks comfortably. The only peeks of interest in Kitty's life were the letters from Lizzy, and Mrs. Romsen, and the endless preparations for Mary's wedding. Kitty diligently practiced the Wedding March daily and it became so that even she could see the progress she was making. Mary also gave her more pieces to work on, but the march was her highest priority.

Her visits with Mrs. Linden and Mr. Gorden continued on, leaving her mother quiet on the subject of suitors. The days grew warmer and another fresh spring came again. All around the signs of new life sprang forth, from the blossoming buds that filled the gardens to the constant reminders of Mary's forthcoming wedding. Kitty did not know what life held for her in the future, but for now she was content to sit back and wait to see what it brought her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Posted on Saturday, 29 January 2005

"You shall do fine, nothing to worry about whatsoever. Just remember to keep it going. Calm yourself and stay focused." These encouraging thoughts did little to quench Kitty's doubts and misgivings. She sat at the old church spinet with her feet firmly planted in front of her and fingers poised on the keys. Kitty's heart was beating with such quick rapidness that she wondered how she would ever keep the tempo flowing smoothly.

She turned her head slightly to look at the large wooden door where Mary stood peeking through. They shared a look that told her that Mary also was nervous for the ceremony. It had not really occurred to Kitty that her sister might be feeling as she did; only Mary's discomfort was far greater than hers. A wedding was a beautiful thing to be sure, but to the young lover it was a new and frightening experience. This discovery made Kitty feel more at ease, to know that she was not the only person experiencing anxiety. Mary nodded to her ever so slightly, for that was the sign to begin.

Kitty's fingers were trembling as she took a deep breath and put her fingers on the correct keys. As she started to play she tried to imagine Mary walking down the isle, and she placed her fingers on the chords accordingly. Her tension seemed to ease a bit and Kitty began to feel elated. It was not as dreadful as she imagined for her first public performance. Her heart soared with pride that she finished the last few bars of the song. She had done it! Without more than one unnoticeable blunder!

Now she slid from her place and forced her wobbly legs to walk the few feet where her parents sat. Taking the seat in the wooden pew, she sat down beside her father. His hand reached out and clasped hers and she felt a firm loving squeeze. She smiled back with all the joy that coursed through her. He squeezed it once more and held it for the duration of the service.

Everything went as previously planned; no last minute changes, crying children, or other mishaps ruined the service. Thomas looked the part of a splendid gentleman in his great coat and his dark blue cravat and waist shirt. Kitty stared in complete and revered awe at her elder sister. Mary stood in a light cream dress with the little yellow rose buds that Kitty had sown to the hem of it, a gauzy vale rested over her face, and her glossy black hair drawn up into a perfectly twisted arrangement away from her neck. In her hands were a bouquet of vibrantly colored spring flowers; the blue, pink, and dark lavender colors set off her dress and hair wonderfully.

A hushed stillness enveloped the chapel as the marriage vows began to be recited. Kitty felt a sense of sacredness as Thomas and Mary's voices seemed to proclaim their love and devotion through the words. She felt so happy and peaceful that she almost burst with it, but of course she did not because it would ruin the solemn ceremony. She took her eyes off the couple just for a second and glanced toward the row where the Lucases sat beside Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

Maria looked her way at the same moment and they gave each other dazzling smiles. Behind Maria's row sat the Romsens who had traveled down for the wedding. Mr. Romsen sat with an arm fondly around his wife's shoulder. Her joyful weeping sounds mixed with those of Mrs. Bennet's in the still room. Caleb and Harold sat at attention, looking grand in their fine clothes. Kitty saw Caleb wink and grin slightly at her from across the room and Harold was staring attentively at the front, looking completely immersed in the ceremony.

She turned back and watched until the wedding was completed. The couple went down the isle as 'Man and Wife' and outside Mary stopped briefly to speak to her, "Kitty, you did well with your performance. I urge you to get married if the opportunity arrives. It is wonderful."

Thomas laughed and commented, "She may retract that statement in a few months living with this old ogre. But I think she is correct in counseling you. Katherine, you are the perfect marrying type."

Kitty smiled a little painfully, "Thank you both for the advice, but I think I lost my only chance for marriage." glancing to where Caleb and Maria were talking. "I'll just try to be content with helping Mama and Papa for now, perhaps someday though."

She gave them each a big hug and watched as they climbed into the waiting bedecked carriage. They drove off with their hands waving high in farewell and Kitty turned back feeling a great sense of loss. A startling and sad thought sprung on her, she was the last of the Bennet girls. She was the single last unmarried maiden of Bennet blood.

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