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Chapter 5 Posted on Wednesday, 25 May 2005
Darcy was in an ill mood. He had hoped to leave London a week ago but duty, unfortunately, got in the way. His solicitor had approached him the day before his intended departure with news on one of his investments that could not be ignored. It took 3 days to deal with the crisis. In the mean time Georgiana had come down with a cold. She was finally well enough to travel yesterday. They were delayed from departing just after breakfast by a small problem with the carriage. By the time he escorted Georgiana into Netherfield they barely had time to change for dinner. Caroline Bingley promptly attached herself to his arm and he was too tired to gain his release.
That morning Bingley insisted on showing him around the estate. It would be a good beginning for his quest to become a respectable landowner. Netherfield was big enough to stretch him but not so large as to overwhelm him. Bingley could see nothing wrong with it unfortunately; but Darcy's practiced eye saw many things that would need attention. This would end up being a working holiday. His problem was how to guide Bingley without making it seem that he was taking over for him. This would need further consideration before he could begin. If only he could find some time alone away from Miss Bingley for his contemplations.
Now he found himself on the way to the local assembly. He hated assemblies! He did not enjoy the dancing nor any of the inane conversation attendant upon it. He did not want to bring Georgiana but when he voiced the possibility of his staying home with her, Miss Bingley declared that she could never willingly leave guests unattended in her home. So here he was, in a carriage, on the way to a very unwelcome evening.
Georgiana, on the other hand, was ecstatic! She knew she would not be dancing no matter how much she wanted to. She was not yet out, but she was permitted to attend as long as she stayed to the sides of the room. She did not care, she would see Elizabeth again! They had decided to have some fun while they could. In their letters it was decided that they would not acknowledge their acquaintance until Elizabeth felt the time was right. Georgiana was secretly hoping to get a good look at Caroline Bingley's face when she discovered her "dear Georgiana" knew some inconsequential country miss! Georgiana clued her brother in on the charade on their journey to Hertfordshire. She knew he normally did not approve of disguises but she could tell that he was anticipating some amusement from it as well.
At last the Bingley party arrived at the assembly rooms, fashionably late of course. They could not help notice that all eyes were drawn to them as they entered. It was to be expected. The low murmurs started almost immediately and Darcy heard the inevitable "Yes 5,000 a year", "£ 10,000 at least" and "such elegance". It was enough to make him retreat even further behind his mask of indifference. Sir William Lucas greeted Mr. Bingley with the strange combination of pompousness and civility that made it impossible to offend but likely to bewilder. Bingley did his duty and quickly engaged the eldest Miss Lucas for the dance. Darcy led his sister to the side of the room and waited for Bingley to finish. Georgiana quickly located Elizabeth who noted her presence with an almost imperceptible nod.
Once Bingley escorted Miss Lucas back to her father he gathered his friends and made his way to greet Mr. & Mrs. Bennet. He sincerely hoped that the angel standing next to Mr. Bennet was one of his daughters and he would be able to be introduced.
"Mr. Bennet, this is a surprise. I have heard you rarely attend an assembly!"
"Mr. Bingley, this is true. However, when the possibility for extra diversion arises I can be dragged away from home readily enough. May I introduce my wife and eldest daughter? Mr. Bingley this is my wife Mrs. Frances Bennet and my first born Miss Jane Bennet."
Somehow Bingley managed to speak. "It is an honor to meet you both. Miss Bennet, would you do me the honor of the next dance with me if you are not yet engaged?"
"Yes, Mr. Bingley, I am not engaged."
Bingley heard a throat clear next to him. "I beg your pardon! May I present my friend Mr. Darcy and his sister Miss Georgiana Darcy."
"It is a pleasure to meet you both." Darcy withdrew a few steps after this. "Let me introduce you to my other daughters Miss Darcy." Mr. Bennet signaled for Elizabeth and Mary to join him, eyes twinkling in anticipation. "These are my next two daughters Elizabeth and Mary. My two youngest are there dancing," he pointed them out in the set.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I introduce my brother?" Georgiana was startled not to find him at her side but motioned him forward again. "Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary this is my brother Fitzwilliam Darcy."
"So this is the famous Miss Elizabeth Bennet. It is an honor. Miss Mary Bennet, pleased to meet you as well."
Elizabeth laughed at this.
"What makes you laugh Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy frowned and replied coldly.
"Well Mr. Darcy, that was the exact same thing Mrs. Reynolds said the day I met her at Pemberley."
"Excuse me. Georgiana, would you like something to drink?" Darcy said rather tersely.
"Yes, could you bring me some punch?" she answered awkwardly. Darcy bowed and left abruptly.
"Georgiana, I do believe you have grown since last we met."
"Perhaps a little Elizabeth. Have you read the book I suggested?"
"Yes, we shall have to discuss it later."
"Will you excuse me Elizabeth, I need to get my punch from my brother."
"Of course dear, I shall speak with you later."
Mr. Bennet watched the scene unfold before him with great amusement. It was obvious that the two ladies had planned their mischief and the look on his wife's face was priceless. Yes, it was worth a night of suffering through another assembly for that alone!
Mrs. Bennet was speechless. Where in the world had Elizabeth met Miss Darcy? The wheels turned and turned and it was not long before she put Pemberley, Mrs. Reynolds and Miss Darcy together. Some friend indeed! Miss Darcy was obviously very rich. She quickly calculated the advantage of such an acquaintance to her dear Elizabeth and was quite disposed to further it for Miss Darcy was in the position to put Elizabeth, and all her daughters, in the paths of rich men! Oh, this night was turning out very well. Mr. Bingley could not keep his eyes off of dear Jane and Elizabeth had a wealthy friend! She was so pleased that she forgot all about her smelling salts for one evening.
Georgiana made her way over to her brother, none too pleased with him. "Fitzwilliam Darcy, how could you insult my best friend like that?"
"Who did I insult?"
"Elizabeth! You were rude! You should have asked her to dance! What is wrong with you? Now go over, apologize and ask her to dance!"
"Do I have to?"
"Do I need bother answering that?"
"I am sorry, you are right Georgiana. I should not let my distress over the last week affect me such. It is not fair to you." here he paused, "She is tolerable I suppose," he teased.
"Tolerable enough to tempt you then?"
"Yes, enough. Never fear Georgiana, I shall try not to embarrass you again."
"I am counting on it!"
Darcy made his way over to Elizabeth, bowed and asked her to dance. Upon her acceptance he led her to the set forming.
"Miss Bennet, my sister has pointed out how rude I was to you earlier. I do apologize for my words and behavior. I am afraid you have caught me in an unpleasant mood tonight."
"Your apology is accepted as long as you promise to do your best to improve your mood sir!"
"Very well, a very reasonable request. I shall behave as close to an affable gentleman as I can for the rest of the evening."
"You misunderstand me sir! I did not mean for just this evening. I was referring to the remainder of your stay in Hertfordshire!"
"I will try for your sake, madam."
"Good! Now let us talk of other things. I am very happy you have brought Georgiana into Hertfordshire. I have found that I have missed her very much."
"Georgiana would never have forgiven me if I did not bring her with me."
"You certainly are the good brother!" Elizabeth paused before continuing. "Forgive me for asking a personal question Mr. Darcy, but are your sister's spirits improved as much as her letters imply. I could not help but noticing when we met that she was struggling mightily with something, though she tried to hide her emotions."
"That is a personal question but I do not mind answering it. She is much improved, due mostly to you Miss Bennet."
"Me, Sir!" she cried quite surprised.
"It is impossible to deny that her spirits began to improve upon your acquaintance. Your letters were no less crucial. I watched her become more and more at ease with herself with each successive one."
"All I did was attempt to amuse her with pictures of life here."
"It seems to have been the perfect tonic."
"Is the reason then for her distress gone?"
"As much as it can ever be," was his enigmatic reply.
Elizabeth had enough sense to drop the subject. If Georgiana wanted to discuss it with her then she would listen. If not, then she would honor her privacy.
"You dance very well for a gentleman who does not like the amusement."
"Who told you that? Oh yes, I imagine I know your source of information."
"Well, you are one of her favorite topics!"
"Should I be concerned?"
"Of course! You have no idea how observant your sister truly is!"
"Then I AM concerned Miss Bennet. Is it safe for me to remain in Hertfordshire?"
Elizabeth laughed, "You are safe from me, but I would not be so sure about my mother! Mr. Darcy, I must speak frankly. I would be careful of showing any particular interest in any young lady here unless you are serious. The country does not have the same sophistication as in town. You do not need to be hounded after by every young woman of marriageable age in the country, young ladies being driven by their matchmaking mothers."
"That is an extraordinary speech Miss Bennet and I thank you for your concern but I am accustomed to being chased. One of my most ardent pursuers is here tonight."
"I noticed the lady from your party who has not let you out of her sight."
"Miss Bingley does not know how to take a hint."
"Georgiana agrees."
He smiled at this reference to his sister.
"I hope you and she will have many chances to meet."
"Yes, and I am determined to find out which of the two of us is better walker!"
"I think I would put my money on you, but do not tell Georgiana I said that."
They moved down the line of the set. When they reached the bottom Elizabeth continued.
"Mr. Darcy?"
"Yes?"
"If you danced next with Miss Bingley you would not have to worry about her advances the rest of the evening."
"An excellent suggestion Miss Bennet! I believe you are right." Darcy then added, "When should I call on you with Georgiana? Tomorrow?"
"Mr. Darcy, for your sake and as well as mine I think it best you wait a day at least. I was serious about my mother. I am sure you will be receiving an invitation to dine with us as soon as she can figure out a way."
"Thank you Miss Bennet. I appreciate your discretion. It seems that this will not be easy on you. I will speak to Georgiana about it."
"I will likely be taking a walk to Mount Oakham in the morning. It is a pleasant view."
The music ended and he led her back to his sister.
"I am sure it is. Thank you for the dance, and the conversation Miss Bennet. You have improved my mood immensely."
"I hope it will last past the next dance. Thank you Mr. Darcy."
"Ladies."
Darcy bowed and left to find Miss Bingley. He did not wish to, but Miss Bennet was right. Best get it over with so he could find more pleasurable ways to occupy the rest of the evening. Interesting, he thought, he could not remember enjoying a dance as much as he had the last one. Maybe country assemblies could be pleasant after all. Then he found Miss Bingley. Yes country assemblies did have one advantage; he normally would not have to put up with Miss Bingley because she would never be caught dead at one unless Bingley insisted she go. Next time he determined to attend one without Bingley!
Mr. Bennet sent his three youngest daughter home with their mother first. The entire party could have squeezed into their carriage together; they had done so many times. But tonight Mr. Bennet wanted to have his two eldest to himself for a while.
"Lizzy, your Miss Darcy seems to be a pleasant sort of girl. She is too full young to be out yet though. I am glad her brother has more sense about it than I did with your two youngest sisters."
"Papa!" Elizabeth protested.
"No child, you know I am right. Undoubtedly soon you will realize, as if you had not already, that your father is not without fault."
"Papa!" cried Jane, "Do not tease us so. You are the best man I know!"
"Better than Mr. Bingley?"
"I have just met him tonight. How could I know his character upon such a short acquaintance?" Jane said to her father but she could not look him in the face as she spoke.
Mr. Bennet had observed many things that night. It was obvious that the new young master of Netherfield was quite taken with Jane. Then again, she tended to have that affect on men. It was amusing that she could not see it herself. This time, however, Mr. Bennet could see that she was quite impressed by the gentleman herself. Things could get interesting. He just needed to decide if he was ready to begin to let her go. He always knew that time would come. Did it just begin tonight?
"Father," Elizabeth began, "Thank you for taking the time to speak with Mr. Darcy and Georgiana. I know neither of them are comfortable around so many who are unknown to them."
"I have to admit to being selfish Lizzy. I found their company pleasing and it gave me an excuse to avoid your mother."
"Papa! What are we going to do with you!"
"Leave me alone with my books and port!"
The carriage had returned and Mr. Bennet led his daughter from the assembly rooms back into the familiar confines of their family carriage.
Mr. Bennet's thoughts turned to his second born. It was obvious that she shared affection with Miss Darcy. The poor girl could hardly stand it when Elizabeth left her to go and join the dance. And speaking of dances, her dance with Mr. Darcy had been most interesting! The young man had obviously apologized for his earlier uncivil behavior. Fortunately Elizabeth appeared to have forgiven him quickly. He perceived that she had then set out to make him more at ease. The gentleman then seemed pleased with his partner and had spent the rest of the set in amiable conversation. Later in the evening Mr. Bennet had an opportunity to speak with both Mr. Darcy and his sister. He found that under their reserve lay a biting sense of humor and great intelligence. He was struck with the thought that he had finally found a man worthy of his Elizabeth. Yet he was a man of the highest circles in society. He would never dream that such a man could lower himself and wish to align himself with a family such as his. No, he had better keep an eye on Lizzy. He did not wish to see her hurt because he knew her well enough to know that she would be capable of seeing his superiority over every man she had ever met. She was not aware of it yet, but if her intimacy with Miss Darcy continued, she would see it soon enough.
"Thank you for coming tonight father. I needed your support to deal with Mama. I knew how she would be once she found out all about Miss Darcy."
"You are welcome Lizzy. I had an inkling of what you would be facing and I knew it would not do to leave you alone. Jane is too good to stand up to your mother!"
"Papa!" Jane blushed.
"I enjoyed myself tonight girls. I am very proud of you both. Indeed, I believe I could not stand more than 4 silly women in my house!"
"Papa!" Jane and Elizabeth said together. At that all three began to laugh as they entered the gates to Longbourn.
Chapter 6 Posted on Wednesday, 25 May 2005
Elizabeth was the first to rise the next morning. She was dressed and downstairs before any of the family was awake. She went to find Mrs. Hill to inform her of the direction of her walk, and to grab a piece or two of bread in case she got hungry along the way. It went against her ideas of independence to have to inform anyone where she was going on her walks but this was a concession she had made with her father years ago. Elizabeth had been 14 when she realized that long walks were much preferable to sitting with her mother inside. Alas the day finally came when she was caught outside in a violent thunderstorm. By the time she made it home she was thoroughly soaked, her mother was in bed with hysterics and her father was showing uncharacteristic signs of distress. Only her promise to tell him, the housekeeper or the butler in what direction she was headed placated her father enough for him to allow her to continue her walks.
After a short word with Mrs. Hill she was off on the path toward Mount Oakham. She was not surprised when she spied Mr. Darcy and Georgiana approaching the fork in the path that would lead to the ascent.
"Mr. Darcy, Georgiana, I am very surprised to see that you are of the same mind as I, and so early in the morning!" she said trying not to smile,
"We were informed that this path leads up to a view that is particularly fine first thing in the morning." Mr. Darcy answered smoothly.
"Indeed, but where would you get such information. You only arrived in the country the night before last." Elizabeth parried.
"A man of my means has his sources of information, Miss Bennet."
"But are you sure that they are reliable?"
"If they are not then my sister here has a great deal of explaining to do."
"Fitzwilliam! Stop! Shall we take the path together Elizabeth?"
"Georgiana, how could I say no when I was the one who suggested it in the first place!"
With that the three laughed and began the slow climb. Once they reached the top Darcy left the two ladies to themselves while he inspected the countryside before him. He loved the smell of the soil, the grain, and the early morning dew. It never failed to stir within him memories of accompanying his father as he toured their estate. Would Bingley ever come to love that smell as he did?
While Darcy was alone with his thoughts, Georgiana began speaking with Elizabeth.
"Thank you for suggesting this walk this morning. Fitzwilliam and I had a long talk last night and he helped me understand the difficulties you will be facing whilst I am in the neighborhood. I never stopped to consider it before. You always said I would be welcome in Hertfordshire, I just never imagined how much your mother would welcome me. You did try to warn me though, and I am still happy I came."
"To be honest Georgiana, I rather forgot about my mother when I first issued the invitation. But even if I had remembered I still would have issued it all the same. Truly I am glad you are here. I am just sorry you have to put up with Miss Bingley for the pleasure."
"What did you think of Mr. Bingley and his sisters?"
"Mr. Bingley is just what a young man ought to be," said she, "sensible, good-humored, lively; and I never saw such happy manners! So much ease, with such perfect good-breeding!"
"Yes he is, and his sisters?"
"Their manners are not equal to his."
"That was diplomatically spoken."
"Yes, I believe my sister was not as displeased with their manners as I was. But then again, Jane rarely if ever thinks ill of anyone. I must find it in myself not to voice my opinions of the those ladies for Jane's sake."
"Because Mr. Bingley likes your sister?"
"It was that obvious to you, too?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Mr. Bingley kept singing the praises of 'the angel' he met last night. I only assumed he meant your sister since he never seemed to stay away from her for very long."
Elizabeth smiled. "Did you enjoy yourself last night? I know you and your brother do not like to be much in company with strangers."
"Not everyone there was a stranger to me Elizabeth. Your presence was the only reason I asked to go and I did enjoy meeting your sisters Jane and Mary and speaking with your father. He seems to be a well read man."
"He is, but he will more often than not chose a position opposite of his own regarding a book just to see if he can unsettle the person he is talking with about it."
"How can you tell when he is serious?"
"Years and years of practice. Is Mrs. Annesley not with you Georgiana?"
"Her only daughter, Rachael, was married last year and now is with child. The baby is expected after the New Year. When she found out that I had convinced Fitzwilliam to bring me with him to Hertfordshire she asked permission to go and see her Rachael to help prepare for the baby. She will then journey to Netherfield on December 1st."
"I hope she is able to assist her daughter, and enjoy this time with her. Is this her first grandchild?"
"Yes, her son is not yet married. He is in the Army."
"Oh my, never let my youngest sisters know that or else they will be asking you for details of the young Mr. Annesley! What about your studies Georgiana? I know your brother would not allow you to totally neglect them."
"Before she left, Mrs. Annesley and I discussed a schedule of study for me. I have brought some books, in French, which will serve the duel purpose of working on that language as well as becoming more familiar with those writings. I have their counterparts in English so that I can compare what I thought they were saying in French to what I believe they are saying in English. It should prove to be a most enlightening experience as well as a truer gauge of my progress. However, the major project we devised has nothing to do with books."
"I am interested, please tell me more!"
"Since I am due to come out next year we thought that it would be wise to further my education in 'life'. I am to observe people and how they interact with each other in different situations. I am to take close look at how different women manage their homes. It is hoped that by seeing people in such different settings than I have been accustomed to, that I will learn what I feel will work for me and what will not when I have a home and family of my own."
"My respect for Mrs. Annesley grows by the day. That is a very wise set of challenges to issue you Georgiana. It will help you become a greater lady than you already are."
Elizabeth smiled at her blushing young friend. She was growing into quite an accomplished lady! Observing Georgiana's progress as she reached her potential would be a fascinating, enjoyable experience.
"Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth called out to get his attention. "I thank you for bringing your sister out to meet with me this morning. It is time that I am returning to my home. I hope to see you two there in a few days?"
"Yes, Miss Bennet. If the weather holds we will call tomorrow."
"I shall look forward to showing you my home Georgiana. Though it will not take nearly the time it took for me to be shown Pemberley!"
"I am sure you have a lovely home Elizabeth."
"I shall leave the two of you here to enjoy the view a little longer. Good day Mr. Darcy. Good day Georgiana. Take care on your way down. It is not at all dangerous, but you are not yet familiar with ground around here."
After she had gone Georgiana turned to her brother who was once again lost in his thoughts.
"Fitzwilliam?"
"Hhmm, yes Georgiana?"
"Thank you for the time alone with Elizabeth."
"You are welcome but I was content to be lost in my own thoughts for a while. It is so peaceful up here."
"I noticed your absentmindedness. Is there anything the matter?"
"No, I was just trying to decide how to proceed with Bingley?"
"Forgive me, I am not understanding you?"
"I came to Hertfordshire to see him settled into the estate. I see many things that will keep him busy and train him if he ever buys his own. Unfortunately, he sees no such problems with Netherfield. I am trying to decide how I can help him see without seeming to be overbearing. It is a sensitive business sister. I do not wish to offend my friend."
"Of course you feel this way. You are an honorable gentleman to treat your friend as such. I am sure you will find a way to accomplish this without straining your bonds of friendship."
"Thank you Georgiana for your continued faith in me. I think we should be going back now as well. I would not want to alarm Miss Bingley with our absence. Not that she will be out of bed and downstairs much before noon!"
They made their way back down again and back to Netherfield. Not surprisingly, they did not see its Mistress before noon.
Mr. Darcy called on Longbourn the next day with his sister. The visit went much as it could have been expected with plans made for a walk in two days.
When Elizabeth called at Netherfield for Georgiana to set out for their walk, she was surprised that Darcy insisted on accompanying them.
"Mr. Darcy, you will be allowed to accompany us only if you promise to give the two of us time alone. How are we to talk of things only ladies do if you are within hearing distance at all times."
"Perhaps that is why I wish to accompany you then, to protect my honor and good name!"
"You will do Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth responded. "Just remember that I did try to warn you."
"Let us be off then before Miss Bingley decides to join us," warned Darcy.
"Then by all means let us go," the two ladies chorused.
Darcy gave each lady an arm and the three of them set off. Once they were safely out of sight from the house Darcy, true to his word, let the ladies go on ahead.
"Will you be attending the function at Sir William's tonight, Georgiana?"
"No, I think it best I stay home. My brother agrees with me that it is best that I remain here. To be honest, I could use an evening of peace and solitude."
"In other words without Miss Bingley fawning over you and your brother."
"You will take pity on him then?"
"I make no promises, but I will see what I can do. It is certainly good of him to allow us some privacy."
"I told you he is the best of brothers."
"I have always wanted a brother."
"Someday you shall have one when one of your sisters marry."
"That is true, but then I would be losing that sister to the home of her husband."
"It is inevitable, especially with one so beautiful as Miss Bennet. I wonder her still being unmarried."
"She is determined to marry for love, as I am."
"I hope I can find a man who will love me for something other than my money."
"If that is what you wish I am sure your brother will protect you from such unscrupulous men."
Georgiana colored at this. Elizabeth noticed but once again chose to let the younger girl disclose the matter when and if she was ever ready.
"Mr. Darcy!" Elizabeth called. "How much longer do we have before we need to return to Netherfield? There is a fork in the path just ahead and I need to decide which way to go."
"I believe we have the time to take the longer path Miss Bennet. I am curious who will be the one to return the most refreshed and I think a good long walk is the means to settle this question."
"How much?"
"A crown, just enough to make it interesting."
"Of what are you speaking Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam?" Georgiana queried.
"That is between Miss Bennet and myself. It is of no consequence dear."
"Humph!"
"That is not very ladylike Georgiana!"
"Neither is speaking in riddles in front of me, Elizabeth!"
"True, but it will not get us to divulge ourselves. Right Mr. Darcy?"
"I would never question a lady."
Upon striking out on the new path the party made its wandering way back to Netherfield. When they arrived Miss Bingley was visibly displeased to have been left behind. Darcy ignored her and had refreshments brought to the two ladies.
"Do you have an answer to your question, Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth dared.
"No, I think I shall have to wait until another time to have my curiosity satisfied."
Elizabeth smiled at this reply and made her excuses to leave and head back to Longbourn.
That night at Lucas Lodge Darcy spent most of the first part of the evening wishing he could have stayed with Georgiana. However, he could not leave Bingley and so he was forced to his usually prowl around the edges of the room. The regiment's officers were in attendance. For once he was thankful for the distraction of a red coat. It deflected some of the attention away from him. He was quite delighted when Miss Lucas opened the instrument and asked Elizabeth to play. Georgiana had told him that she had much enjoyed hearing her play. Now he realized that she was accurate in her praise. Miss Bennet's playing was enchanting! No, it was not technically as good as Georgiana's playing but there was something to her performance that drew you and set your soul into the magic of the song. The spell was finally broken when Elizabeth was succeeded to the pianoforte by her younger sister Mary.
In the aftermath of her performance Miss Bingley sauntered up to him.
"I can guess the subject of your reverie."
"I should imagine not."
"You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner"
"Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow."
"And may I ask who inspired such reflections?"
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet!" repeated Miss Bingley. "I am all astonishment. How long has she been such a favorite? And pray, when am I to wish you joy?"
"That is exactly the question which I expected you to ask. A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy."
"Nay, if you are so serious about it, I shall consider the matter as absolutely settled. You will have a charming mother-in-law, indeed; and, of course, she will be always at Pemberley with you."
The next day Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst and Georgiana called on the ladies of Longbourn. In the course of the visit Miss Bennet was invited to dine with them at Netherfield the next day as the men were engaged to dine with the officers. Georgiana felt it very rude that Elizabeth was not included in the invitation and at the first chance to speak with her alone begged for her to ask if she could dine with the Bennets whilst Jane dined at Netherfield. Elizabeth understood her plight and asked her mother if she could extend the invitation. Seeing the opportunity to further the intimacy of Miss Darcy with Elizabeth, she quickly assented.
"Miss Darcy, I am sure you would find many more things to talk about with girls closer to your age. Would you care to join us when Jane dines at Netherfield?"
"I would be delighted Mrs. Bennet. I shall have to ask my brother's permission of course, but I am sure he will agree. He knows how much I enjoy the company of Miss Elizabeth. I will send back a note to confirm my acceptance."
Mrs. Bennet made a note to talk with the cook about the menu tomorrow.
That next morning Hertfordshire awoke to gray skies. It threatened to rain all morning but the weather held. Mrs. Bennet insisted Jane ride Nelly to Netherfield.
"My dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay until the gentlemen return."
"That would be a good scheme," said Elizabeth, "if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home immediately."
"Oh! But the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton; and Miss Darcy will have her own."
"I had much rather go in the coach."
"But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are wanted in the farm, Mr. Bennett, are not they?"
"They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them."
"But if you have got them today," said Elizabeth, "my mother's purpose will be answered."
Mrs. Bennet did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses were engaged: Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad weather. Her hopes were answered: Jane had not been gone long before Miss Darcy arrived in her carriage and it began raining hard. Jane's sisters and Georgiana were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted. The rain continued the whole evening without intermission: Jane certainly could not come back on horseback.
"I will send her back in my carriage Elizabeth. All will be well."
"Thank you Georgiana. I admit I am anxious for Jane."
The Darcy carriage returned, not with Jane, but with a note.
Elizabeth,
Your sister was caught in the rain and has taken ill. Miss Bingley has installed her in one of the guest rooms where she is resting now. I will stay with her tonight but I am sure she would do better if you were here with her. Please come in the morning. I will send our carriage at 10 o'clock. Please send some clean clothes for your sister back with the carriage. The driver has been instructed to wait for you.
Georgiana
Elizabeth slept ill that night with worry for Jane. She decided that she could not wait for the carriage and set out at a rapid pace for Netherfield taking no notice to how dirty her skirts were becoming.
Georgiana received her and took her directly to her sister, but not before the rest of the party took in her appearance. As soon as Georgiana and Elizabeth were gone Miss Bingley began abusing her.
"She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance just now. She really looked almost wild."
"She did indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance. Very nonsensical to come so early! Why must she be scampering about the country, because her sister had a cold? Her hair, so untidy, so blowsy!"
"Yes, and her petticoat; I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain; and the gown which had been let down to hide it, not doing its office."
"Your picture may be very exact, Louisa," said Bingley; "but this was all lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice."
"You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure," said Miss Bingley; "and I am inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister make such an exhibition."
"She would have no need."
"To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! What could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum. Why could not she wait for the coach to be sent for her?"
"It shows an affection for her sister that is very pleasing," said Bingley.
"I am afraid, Mr. Darcy," observed Miss Bingley, in a half-whisper, "that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes."
"Not at all," he replied; "they were brightened by the exercise."
When the clock struck three Elizabeth felt that she must go, and very unwillingly said so. Miss Bingley offered her the carriage, and she only wanted a little pressing to accept it, when Jane testified such concern in parting with her, that Miss Bingley was obliged to convert the offer of the chaise into an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present. Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay and bring back a supply of clothes.
"Elizabeth, I am sure Miss Bennet will be very much relieved to have you here with her. I would have stayed with her, but I am sure she would much prefer her sister."
"Thank you for staying with her last night Georgiana. Jane told me how much she appreciated your attentions."
"I would do anything for you and your family Elizabeth. Shall I see you at dinner?"
"If Jane feels well enough for me to leave her."
"Very well then Elizabeth. It is good to see you. I just wish the circumstances were different."
With that Georgiana went to see what time dinner would be served and to make sure a tray would be prepared in case Elizabeth could not join them. Somehow she knew Miss Bingley would conveniently forget until after it was too late for a hot meal to be sent up.
Chapter 7 Posted on Wednesday, 25 May 2005
Before heading down to dinner, Georgiana stopped to see if Elizabeth would be joining them. She was not surprised when Elizabeth asked her to express her regrets but promised to come down later if Jane was sleeping peacefully. As she made her way down to dinner she had a footman alert the housekeeper that Miss Elizabeth indeed would be needing a tray sent up to her.
When she entered the dinning room she informed the party that Elizabeth would not be joining them. She was unsurprised when Miss Bingley conveniently forgot to promptly inform the kitchen for the need for dinner to be sent upstairs. Georgiana was surprised to see the look of regret that flashed across the face of her brother at this news. She would have to watch him whenever Elizabeth was around.
After the second course had been served Miss Bingley finally seemed to recall her forgotten guest up stairs.
"Dear me, I have quite forgotten about Miss Eliza! See that something is sent up to her room," she commanded a servant.
Georgiana decided it would be wise not to tell her that she had already seen to it earlier.
The meal proceeded peacefully from then on. Miss Bingley was no fool. She could see that Georgiana obviously held Eliza Bennet in high regard. It was best not to speak ill of the upstart in front of her "dear" friend. Instead she would concentrate her campaign against Eliza Bennet with Mr. Darcy.
Eventually the sexes separated and Miss Bingley led the women into the parlor. Once there she planned an evening of cards with her sister.
"You must partner Charles, Georgiana."
"I would rather not play Miss Bingley."
"Nonsense my dear. I always play with Mr. Darcy and Charles needs a partner if he is to join us."
"Very well."
Not too long after the men had rejoined the ladies Elizabeth came down to give a report on Jane.
"And how is Miss Bennet feeling?" Mr. Bingley anxiously asked.
"I believe she is feeling a little better. She was sleeping comfortably when I left her."
"Then you must stay for a while and keep us company!" Bingley pleaded.
Elizabeth nodded her consent and picked a book to read.
"Miss Bennet you may take my place with Miss Darcy if you like."
Suspecting them to be playing high, she declined it, and making her sister the excuse, said she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay below, with a book. Mr. Hurst looked at her with astonishment.
"Do you prefer reading to cards?" said he; "that is rather singular."
"Miss Eliza Bennet," said Miss Bingley, "despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else."
"I deserve neither such praise nor such censure," cried Elizabeth; "I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things."
"Is your cousin Lady Helena much grown since the spring Mr. Darcy?" said Miss Bingley; "will she be as tall as I am?"
"I think she will. She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet's height, or rather taller."
"How I long to see her again! I never met with anybody who delighted me so much. Such a countenance, such manners! And so extremely accomplished for her age! Her performance on the pianoforte is exquisite, as is Georgiana's."
"It is amazing to me," said Bingley, "how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are."
"All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?"
"Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens, and net purses. I scarcely know any one who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that she was very accomplished."
"Your list of the common extent of accomplishments," said Darcy, "has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse or covering a screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished."
"Nor I, I am sure," said Miss Bingley.
"Then," observed Elizabeth, "you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman."
"Yes, I do comprehend a great deal in it."
"Oh! Certainly," cried his faithful assistant, "no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved."
"All this she must possess," added Darcy, "and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading."
"I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any, other than Georgiana of course."
Georgiana blushed under this praise.
"Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility of all this?"
"I never saw such a woman, other than Miss Darcy." Again she smiled at her blushing friend. "I never saw such capacity, and taste, and application, and elegance, as you describe united in anyone but her."
Miss Bingley was tempted to cry out against the injustice of her implied doubt, and protesting that she knew many women who answered this description, but thought better of it for the present since the praise showed Georgiana in such a favorable light. Mr. Hurst called them to order, with bitter complaints of their inattention to their cards. Elizabeth afterwards soon left the room.
"Eliza Bennet," said Miss Bingley, when the door was closed on her, "is one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other sex by undervaluing their own; and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds. But, in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art."
"Undoubtedly," replied Darcy, to whom this remark was chiefly addressed, "there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable."
Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to continue the subject and remembered her resolve not to abuse Miss Eliza in Georgiana's presence.
The next day Jane had improved but was still in no shape to leave for home. Mrs. Bennet visited her and found her in no present danger. Before she left with her three youngest daughters, Lydia had managed to get Mr. Bingley to agree to hold his long promised ball. Satisfied, Mrs. Bennet left behind her now mortified second eldest to look after her dear Jane.
"Elizabeth, do not distress yourself. You have not met my Aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourg. Next to her any woman is a pleasant lady. Not that I am saying anything against your mother that is."
"Thank you, I think Jane will be well enough for me to leave her again for a little while this afternoon. Would you like to join me in the gardens then?"
"It would be lovely to join you Elizabeth."
Elizabeth was surprised to find Mr. Darcy apparently ready to join them again for their outing.
"Please allow him to come Elizabeth. He begged me to let him join us."
"Can we hurry out please!" Mr. Darcy whispered.
Elizabeth laughed to herself as they made there way to the safety of the shrubbery.
"Thank you for your understanding Miss Bennet. I promise to once again to give you and Georgiana your privacy. I found I needed an excuse to escape Miss Bingley. I told her I had promised to walk with Georgiana this afternoon. I just neglected to tell her we would not be alone."
"Mr. Darcy, I think you can imagine, growing up in a house such as I did, the need for some occasional privacy."
"Then I shall leave the two of you to talk. I will await you here."
Elizabeth led Georgiana further into the garden.
"I pity your brother. He has few friends in this house."
"But while you are here he has one more person he counts as a friend."
"I think you exaggerate his opinion of me. I am not sure he would call me more than an acquaintance."
"You underestimate the respect he holds for you."
They talked of the upcoming ball. Georgiana knew she would not be allowed to dance but looked forward to the evening.
"I thought you did not care for such events Georgiana?"
"As I told you before, when there are people I know I do not feel so uncomfortable. There will be many people I have met there and I am sure Fitzwilliam will not allow me to be unattended at any time."
"Yes," She laughed merrily, "I can see him doing that very thing. Especially if it gives him the excuse not to have to dance much!"
Darcy was glad to see the ladies return. He had not been entirely truthful in his reasons for accompanying them. He wanted to see her again, even if only for a few minutes. His look of pleasure upon seeing them did not escape his sister again, especially since his eyes were turned to her friend, and not to her.
"Did you miss us Fitzwilliam?"
"I always am glad to be in your company Georgiana." Darcy deflected.
'He avoided answering my question,' Georgiana thought as they headed back toward the house.
That evening Jane felt well enough to join the party downstairs. Mr. Bingley was overjoyed to see his angel and spent considerable time making sure she was comfortable next to the fire. They became engrossed in a hushed conversation. Darcy, Elizabeth and Georgiana were content to find a book to read. Miss Bingley also chose a book, but only because it was the second volume to the one Darcy was reading. Finally in frustration she threw down the book and began walking about the room. Darcy studious avoided looking up.
On a whim she asked Georgiana and Elizabeth to join her.
"Miss Eliza Bennet, dear Georgiana, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long."
Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Bingley succeeded no less in the real object of her civility ... Mr. Darcy looked up. He was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth herself could be, and unconsciously closed his book. He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. What could he mean? Miss Bingley was dying to know what could be his meaning and asked Georgiana whether she could at all understand him?
"Not at all," was her answer; "but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it."
Miss Bingley, however, was incapable of disappointing Mr. Darcy in anything, and persevered, therefore, in requiring an explanation of his two motives.
"I have not the smallest objection to explaining them," said he, as soon as she allowed him to speak. "You either chose this method of passing the evening because you are in each other's confidence, and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking; if the first, I should be completely in your way, and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire."
"Oh! Shocking!" cried Miss Bingley. "I never heard anything so abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?"
"Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination," said Elizabeth. "We can all plague and punish one another. Tease him, laugh at him. Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done."
"But upon my honor I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not yet taught me that." Georgiana rolled her eyes. "Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind! No, no I feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy may hug himself."
"Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!" cried Elizabeth. "That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintance. I dearly love a laugh."
"Miss Bingley," said he, "has given me credit for more than can be. The wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke."
"Certainly," replied Elizabeth "there are such people, but I hope I am not one of them. I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies, do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can. But these, I suppose, are precisely what you are without. Of this Georgiana assures me!"
"Perhaps that is not possible for any one. But it has been the study of my life to avoid those weaknesses which often expose a strong understanding to ridicule," Darcy played along.
"Such as vanity and pride."
"Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation."
Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile.
"Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume," said Miss Bingley; "and pray what is the result?"
"I am perfectly convinced by it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise."
"No," said Darcy turning serious, "I have made no such pretension. I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost is lost for ever."
"That is a failing indeed!" cried Elizabeth. "Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot laugh at it. You are safe from me."
"There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome."
"And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody," she teased.
"And yours," he replied, with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them."
"Do let us have a little music," cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share. "Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst."
Her sister made not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was opened; and Darcy, after a few moments' recollection, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention. Yet he could not avoid watching her when she took her turn at the pianoforte. Once again, his sister noticed this and she became more and more convinced that her brother admired her friend.
The next day Jane was much improved and wanted to go home. Elizabeth knew her mother would not send the carriage for another few days so she decided to ask Mr. Bingley if he would provide his. At this he protested that they could not leave yet. Finally Elizabeth consented to remain one more day but insisted that they leave after the Sunday morning services.
Darcy was of two minds regarding their departure. Part of him wished they would remain so he could see more of Miss Elizabeth. The other part worried about the danger of being around her too much. He could tell he was beginning to fall under her spell but he knew that he owed it to his family to make an equal match. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was definitely below him. He resigned himself to admire from afar and to take her own advice to not show her any partiality.
Chapter 8 Posted on Wednesday, 25 May 2005
Two days after Jane and Elizabeth had returned to Longbourn their father surprised them with news of an intended visitor due to arrive that afternoon. After some time spent vexing his wife Mr. Bennet finally related the contents of his surprising letter.
The heir of Longbourn was coming to visit, and apparently in search of a wife.
"There now Mrs. Bennet, we shall expect this peacemaking gentleman at 4 o'clock."
The change in Mrs. Bennet's attitude was astonishing, but unfortunately, expected. Once she deduced that Mr. Collins was coming to Longbourn to pick a bride she carefully began weighing the merits of promoting each daughter. Jane, of course was for Mr. Bingley. She had seen enough there to expect a declaration in the near future. Now the other four, well, she knew of no interests on their part. Any one of them would do just fine.
Mr. Collins was nothing if not prompt. Mr. Bennet had hopes of finding great amusement in his unknown heir but his absurdity went beyond his wildest dreams. That evening whilst they sat at dinner Mr. Collins went on and on about his noble patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh and of the many splendors of Rosings Park, her noble home. Elizabeth spent the meal trying to maintain her composure. It would not do to openly laugh at the man who would have the power to put them all out of their home if something happened to her dear father. She was forced to hide her mirth behind her napkin on more than one occasion.
After ten minutes alone with Mr. Collins following dinner, Mr. Bennet knew he had made a great mistake not insisting the gentlemen join the ladies directly after the meal. A little folly was fine, a total fool was overwhelming!
When the men finally joined the women Mr. Collins was asked to read to them. He objected to every suggestion as not suitable to a clergyman until he chose to read from Fordyce's Sermon. Not five minutes into his reading Lydia disturbed him with her loud talking. Indignant Mr. Collins refused to continue even after the entreaties of Mrs. Bennet and Jane. Mr. Collins scratched Lydia off the list of potential brides.
The next morning Mrs. Bennet was speaking with Mr. Collins. He praised the merits of all her daughters, mentioning especially her first born. Mrs. Bennet wasted not time thanking him but also intimating that her eldest would very likely be soon engaged. With that Jane was scratched off his list. It was only a matter of moments before he shifted his attentions to the next oldest, Elizabeth.
Lydia suggested a walk into Meryton to see if Mr. Denny had returned to the regiment from London and Mr. Collins wasted not time in soliciting Elizabeth to walk with him. Resignedly, Elizabeth consented but determined to walk speedily along to Meryton to minimize the time she would be forced to bear his company alone.
When they reached Meryton the young ladies attention was soon caught by a gentleman whom they had never seen before. He was in the company of the very officer, Mr. Denney, whom Lydia had hoped to see. This young stranger was quickly introduced. Mr. Wickham processed the happy manners of a well-bred gentleman. He quickly charmed the ladies with his ease and apparent openness. Lydia and Kitty's pleasure was complete when they learned that he had joined the regiment and would soon be in his regimentals.
This amiable conversation continued until Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy came riding through the town on their horses. Upon perceiving the Bennet party Mr. Bingley lead the way over to them and began to address Miss Bennet. The two were on their way to Longbourn to enquire after her health. Mr. Darcy was prompt in seconding this notion and was about to resolve not to look at Elizabeth when he spied Mr. Wickham instead. Mr. Darcy immediately turn white, Mr. Wickham red. The latter gentleman finally was able to respond with a touch of his hat. Darcy gave an almost imperceptible nod, turned his horse, and began to ride away.
Elizabeth had witnessed the manner of their greeting as was astonished. It was obvious that both men felt very uncomfortable in the presence of the other. They obviously had a history together. Mr. Wickham was quick to recover but not before Elizabeth caught the fleeting expression on his face. Hatred and fear were what had flashed across his features. Why, she had no idea but she began to doubt the man before her. Mr. Darcy may have been reserved but he had shown himself to be a good man. What was the quarrel he had with Mr. Wickham? She would find out soon enough.
After Mr. Bingley made his way to follow Darcy the party moved toward the Phillip's house in town. Mrs. Phillips was the sister of Mrs. Bennet. Unfortunately, she had no more sense. She had married her father's clerk and when her father had died Mr. Phillips took over his Attorney's practice in Meryton.
Mrs. Phillips had noticed the handsome stranger and was only too pleased to use his presence with his nieces as an opportunity to invite him to cards and supper that evening at her house. Mr. Wickham, being fond of society was quick to accept.
That evening then, Elizabeth found herself in the unexpected position of finding out the nature of the disagreement between Darcy and Mr. Wickham.
"I noticed the presence of a particular gentleman this afternoon. Tell me, has Mr. Darcy been in the neighborhood long?" Mr. Wickham began.
"About a month sir. It is said he has an estate in Derbyshire"
"Yes, a fair and noble one. You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you information about him than myself. I have been connected with that family most of my life."
Elizabeth could not help but look surprised.
"You look surprised. You did not miss the cold manner of our greeting today."
"I did not."
"Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy?"
"Not very, he seems to be very proud, a man who does not easily make acquaintances with those who are of little consequence." Elizabeth was proud herself how she was able to play down her acquaintance.
"I have no opinion on his manners with new acquaintances. I have known him too long to give an honest one. He has done me great wrong Miss Bennet."
"Pray how sir? He has the appearance of a man who lives to do his duty."
"That may be how he appears to the world but between us things are very different. His father, you see, was my godfather and a better man I never met. He supported me through school and intended me for the church. He remembered me in his will and directed that a certain living be given to me when it became available. When it finally did the son refused point blank to give it to me. So I have been forced to make my own way in the world."
"This is quite shocking. How could the son go expressly against the wishes of his father's will?"
"It was given to me conditionally but the son's jealousy of his father's good opinion of me would never let him see my merits."
"Then he deserves to be exposed!"
"I could never expose him so. I loved his father too much to sully his memory in such a manner."
'Then why are you telling me this now?' thought Elizabeth.
"Tell me what you know of Miss Darcy, what kind of girl is she?"
Elizabeth added to herself, 'How he responds should tell me more about him.'
He shook his head. "I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy. But she is too much like her brother; very, very proud. As a child, she was affectionate and pleasing, and extremely fond of me; and I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement. But she is nothing to me now. She is a handsome girl, about fifteen or sixteen, and I understand, highly accomplished."
'Your fatal mistake Mr. Wickham. What manner of man are you really?' she mused while she inclined her head to acknowledge his speech.
A few minutes later after inconsequential talk about the neighborhood in general, Mr. Wickham left their conversation very pleased with himself. He had seen the way Darcy had looked upon Miss Elizabeth when he first approached. Tonight had gone well, he had managed to poison Miss Bennet against Darcy. 'Good luck now Darcy. After talking with me, she now despises you.' He had based his opinion on Elizabeth's agitated manner. In truth Elizabeth was distressed, but for an entirely different reason. She had to speak with Mr. Darcy to warn him about the story Mr. Wickham was bound to spread. He would not stop with her, of this she was certain. Elizabeth was worried about how such gossip would affect Georgiana. No, this could not happen. She had to find a way to speak with him as soon as could be.
That night Elizabeth unburdened herself to Jane. Jane being Jane had a difficult time believing ill of anyone but agreed in the deceit of the man when it came to Georgiana. She agreed to help Elizabeth get a message to Mr. Darcy that she needed to speak with him. As it turned out, Jane's assistance was unnecessary.
Elizabeth had determined to go out walking in the direction of Netherfield the next morning in hopes of running into Mr. Darcy. No sooner than she had left the confines of Longbourn then she spotted him coming her way on his horse.
"Good morning Miss Bennet. I see that you are well this morning."
"Yes I am, I thank you. I am feeling much better this morning than when I went to bed last night. I was just about to walk towards Netherfield. Would you care to join me?"
"Thank you, I would."
They walked along in silence for several minutes. "Miss Bennet, I must confess I rode to Longbourn in hopes of meeting you on your walk."
"And I went walking this morning in the hope of meeting you. Dare I assume that we wish to speak on the same topic?"
"Miss Bennet, you noticed the cold manner with which I greeted a certain gentleman yesterday." Elizabeth noted the strain in his voice when he said the word 'gentleman'. "As you may have guessed Mr. Wickham and I have a previous acquaintance. I urge you to beware of the man. He is a cad and a rake and it is best you not give consequence to anything that he may have to say."
"Mr. Darcy, I thank you for your warnings but I had already ascertained that he is not a man to be trusted."
"But how, if I may ask?"
"Georgiana."
"What did Wickham say about Georgiana Miss Bennet?" Darcy asked through clenched teeth. Elizabeth noticed his distress and wondered at it. Had Mr. Wickham tried to hurt Georgiana? Again she was force to table her questions and wait until Georgiana felt ready to talk to her.
"He only said that she was a proud girl. You and I both know that nothing could be further from the truth. If he lied about her he was capable of lying about the things he said about you."
"What did he say about me?"
"Only that you had refused to give him the living your father promised him."
Darcy was so angry he could not speak.
"It went against everything I know about you Mr. Darcy. I refused to believe that you could behave in such a manner so I believed that there must be more to the story than he was telling."
Darcy was finally in control of himself to speak. "Yes, there is much more to the story. I trust in your discretion that what I am about to tell you will go no further, even to your sister Jane?" Elizabeth nodded her consent.
"George Wickham's father was steward of Pemberley until his death nearly five years ago. He discharged his duties as steward faithfully, honorably and with the greatest of integrity. Unfortunately, those are qualities that he failed to pass on to his son. My own father was George's godfather and was, unfortunately again, blind to Wickham's true character. Wickham hid behind his pleasing manners but I, who was nearer his age, was not fooled. But my father, who also died nearly five years ago, loved him and provided a legacy of £1,000 in his will as well as recommending that a valuable living be presented to him when it became available. Not long after my excellent father's death Wickham came to me and asked for remuneration of £3,000 in exchange for the promised living. I was very relieved and immediately agreed. Mr. Wickham resigned all claims to assistance from the church. I was loath to present a living to such a man and would have been mortified to inflict such a man on people I fell responsible for."
"I had hoped not to see Mr. Wickham again, but few years later the aforementioned living became available and Wickham had the gall to ask to be presented with it. I refused and he reacted angrily and left at once. That was the last I heard from him until this past summer. In June Georgiana and her then companion, Mrs. Younge, went to Ramsgate. And thither also went Mr. Wickham, undoubtedly by design for there proved to be a former acquaintance between he and Mrs. Younge. There he courted Georgiana and convinced her she was in love and to consent to an elopement. He would have succeeded had I not, providentially, arrived unexpectedly to surprise Georgiana. She related the affair in full, not wishing to disappoint me."
"You met her scarce more than a month after these events. You noted the sadness that was about her. You even mentioned it to me once. I would not have told you of this except that you have proven yourself a true friend to Georgiana. She owes much to you for her recovery after Ramsgate. I shudder to think of what she might still be if not for you. But I must ask you not to tell Georgiana that you know of this."
"I am so sorry Mr. Darcy. Of course I will not tell Georgiana what I know of Wickham. Indeed it was for Georgiana's sake that I sought to meet you today. I fear the impact of Mr. Wickham spreading his lies about you. At present he is still, I believe, unaware of Georgiana's presence here. We must do something to keep her safe!"
"We?"
Elizabeth smiled shyly. "Yes we. You must know that I care about her very much and I feel it my duty to protect her. Much the same as you feel sir."
"What do you think you can do Miss Bennet?"
"Counteract any lies Wickham may try to spread. The people who live here have known me all my life. They are more likely to listen to me than some handsome stranger."
Darcy winced inwardly when he heard Elizabeth call Wickham handsome.
"I can also be sure to insist that all our walks together be chaperoned."
"I shall do the chaperoning Miss Bennet. And I think I will be able to do more. Did Wickham in fact join the regiment?"
"Yes he did."
"Good! That was a mistake on his behalf. My cousin, Georgiana's other guardian is, as I said before, a colonel in the army. I shall send him an express and see if he can arrange for Wickham to be transferred to another regiment. He will not be suspect to know what hit him!"
"It is fortunate that you possess such useful connections. I am willing to assist you in whatever manner is possible Mr. Darcy. I will not see Georgiana hurt!"
"I know I can depend on you Miss Bennet."
They had come back to Longbourn by now.
"Good day Miss Bennet. It has been a most enlightening morning."
"Good day Mr. Darcy, will you bring Georgiana around today then?"
"No, unfortunately I will have much to do today. But I will endeavor to bring her tomorrow." With that Darcy mounted his horse, tipped his hat, and rode off towards Netherfield.