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Chapter 23

Posted on Wednesday, 22 June 2005

The morning dawned bright and clear that Palm Sunday. Elizabeth was strangely anxious for the morning service. She had never heard her cousin from the pulpit and was anticipating it with a perverse sense of curiosity. She was convinced that there was a decided lack of originality in the mind of Mr. Collins. She secretly hoped she would be able to pick out quotes from Fordyce's Sermons that Mary used to recite at every opportunity. Undoubtedly his sermon topic had been selected by Lady Catherine.

The party from the parsonage arrived at the church in good time. Elizabeth sat between Maria and Charlotte in the pew; Sir William sat at the end. Elizabeth was quietly contemplating the morning's reading when Mr. Collins stepped up to the pulpit. What followed was perhaps the most boring sermon Elizabeth had ever heard. How he extrapolated familial duty from the Parable of the Tares* she would never be certain. About half way through the sermon Elizabeth gave up trying to listen and began surreptitious observing the people around her. Anne had entered trailing behind a rather imperious looking woman whom Elizabeth presumed to be her mother, Lady Catherine. She exuded an air of superiority that was difficult to miss. To her amazement Elizabeth detected a similarity in appearance to her brother the Earl of Matlock.

Upon further contemplation she realized that this should not be so surprising. They were brother and sister after all. She could even trace resemblances to the picture of Lady Ann Darcy that hung in the hall at Darcy House. She had stopped many times in front of that picture pondering the woman depicted. Would she be pleased with her children now?

Her eyes wandered to Anne. Georgiana had told her Lady Catherine expected her brother to wed their cousin but that neither of them had ever shown any inclination to do so. Elizabeth was filled with great compassion and resolved to befriend this young woman if she was given the opportunity.

After what seemed an eternity the final hymns were sung and Mr. Collins rushed out of the church to prepare to offer his salutations to his noble patroness. Elizabeth watched in amusement as her cousin bowed deeply and fawned over Lady Catherine and her daughter. Elizabeth also noticed, for the first time, an older looking woman attending Anne. This must be her companion. Whomever this woman was she gave off the air of a subservient mouse who would obey Lady Catherine without question.

Outside the church, the objects of Elizabeth's observation were introduced to her party. Sir William bowed low to this great lady and was too affected to speak. Likewise was Maria. Only Elizabeth seemed unaffected by the introductions. Anne hid a faint smile as her mother looked down upon Elizabeth. It was clear Lady Catherine was accustomed to the cowering of those she met who were of such low rank. Confronted with one such person who refused to be intimidated was a novel experience. Strangely, she was not provoked. She only repeated the invitation to take tea and strode off to her carriage to journey the short distance back to Rosings.

As they walked back to the parsonage Charlotte procured Elizabeth's company.

"Elizabeth, what did you think of Lady Catherine?" Charlotte asked.

They had been friends too long for Elizabeth not to be completely honest with her. "She does not appear to be a woman gain said," she answered. "I doubt if anyone ever dares question her authority or her opinions and I imagine she is quite used to getting her own way."

"I believe you have once again, taken an accurate measure of a person, Elizabeth." Charlotte replied sagely. "However, I think Lady Catherine, in spite of herself, likes you."

"What ever do you mean, Charlotte? I hardly think such a woman as Lady Catherine deems me worthy of her notice."

"Elizabeth, I believe she looked upon you with curiosity, not distain."

Elizabeth was doubtful of the veracity of Charlotte's conclusions on the matter. Lady Catherine would never see her as anything other than the cousin of her clergyman.

The party from Hunsford approached the great house for tea later that day. Sir William had yet to recover from the earlier meeting. His eyes were as round as saucers and his mouth kept groping like a fish gasping in the air. Maria walked on silently with a wild, fearful look in her eyes. Elizabeth thought that if she shouted, the young Maria would startle and flee back to the parsonage like a spooked deer. Mr. Collins joyfully related all the particulars he had learned about the house and garden spending no little time on the glazing of the windows. Charlotte tried to ignore the endless prattle of her husband. And Elizabeth walked along, once again amused by the folly surrounding her. She could not comprehend the fuss one woman could inspire.

Elizabeth allowed her concentration to wander about her surroundings. The Park between Hunsford Parsonage and Rosings itself was quite lovely. She looked forward to exploring its many lovely paths and glades. As they approached nearer to the house the appearance of the vegetation changed. Gone was the whimsical randomness of the trees, shrubs and grasses. In its place were carefully arranged, carefully manicured, hedges and topiaries. The flowers were arranged in an almost army-like precision. Nothing was left to chance; spontaneity was crushed. Elizabeth wondered how much this mirrored the character of the Mistress of the house.

Upon arrival, Mr. Collins confidently strode into the house, past the butler and into the sitting room. However, once he crossed the threshold into the room a bizarre transformation occurred. Mr. Collins' shoulders hunched forward and his right shoulder dropped even further. His head lurched forward and his jaw jutted out in an awkward angle, seemingly in opposition to the slight bowing of his head and the lowering of his eyes. A ridiculous smirk overspread his face whenever he spoke with Lady Catherine. In short, he became the groveling, sniveling man Elizabeth had the misfortune of sharing a house with during his residence in Hertfordshire. She shivered with abject disgust at the memory.

The great lady spoke to her subservient clergyman, "Mr. Collins, you are late! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Elizabeth was shocked. They were actually five minutes early and they would have been even earlier had not Charlotte restrained her husband from fairly running to Rosings.

"Your Ladyship, please accept my humble apologies for the tardiness of our arrival. We must have misjudged the amount of time it took to walk here."

"See that it never happens again. You know how highly I value punctuality!"

"Of course, your ladyship, again I apologize for any inconvenience our late arrival may have caused you. I am mortified that any such lapse on my part should in any way injure you. Indeed such an important personage as yourself deserves every effort of servility and..."

"Yes, Mr. Collins, that is quite enough." Lady Catherine effectively ended his soliloquy. Elizabeth was astonished to detect a hint of amusement in Lady Catherine's features. Of course! Lady Catherine was purposefully tormenting him. She knew he was early and yet still decided to have a little sport with him. It was quite astonishing! Lady Catherine presented herself as a very complex individual. As quickly as the hint of amusement occurred it was replaced with a look of haughty superiority.

Lady Catherine then proceeded to spend the next five minutes pontificating on the necessity of punctuality. When she was finished she turned her attentions on Elizabeth. Not one to mince words, Lady Catherine addressed Elizabeth.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet, I believe your father's estate in Hertfordshire is entailed upon Mr. Collins."

"Yes Ma'am. It is."

"I also believe that you are the second of five daughters."

"You are correct, Lady Catherine."

"How many of your sisters are out?"

"All of them."

Elizabeth was beginning to be annoyed at this line of questioning but sat calmly, not betraying her annoyance.

"All five out at once! The younger before the elder are married! Your younger sisters must be very young." Lady Catherine responded indignantly.

"The youngest is not yet sixteen and is too young to be in full company. But really, your ladyship, I do not think it right to deny the younger ones their share of society and amusements just because the older ones do not have the means or inclination to marry early. Do you not agree, Sir William?" Elizabeth asked, determined to deflect the focus of the party away from her.

Sir William was still too much in awe of Lady Catherine and thus unable to answer Elizabeth's inquiry.

"How old are you, Miss Bennet?" Lady Catherine asked, determined not to be moved from her line of questioning.

"With three younger sisters grown up your ladyship can hardly expect me to own it?"

"Come now, Miss Bennet, you can hardly be more than twenty, I am sure." Lady Catherine replied.

'I am sure you are' Elizabeth thought to herself. Not wishing to incur the displeasure of her hostess, no matter how rude she believed her to be, Elizabeth answered, "I am not one and twenty."

"Hhmm. Miss Bennet, I understand you have made the acquaintance of my nephew and niece, Mr. and Miss Darcy."

"Yes, your ladyship. They came to stay at an estate near our own. Miss Darcy is a delightful young woman." Elizabeth decided it was best to keep her prior meetings with Georgiana to herself at this time.

Mr. Collins saw his chance to ingratiate himself back into the conversation. "Your niece is a beautiful and talented young woman, your ladyship, such manners and affability to condescend to look down so kindly on my poor cousin Elizabeth."

"Georgiana plays the pianoforte with great proficiency. Did you have the opportunity to hear her play, Miss Bennet?" Lady Catherine asked, effectively dismissing Mr. Collins' attempted intrusion.

"Aye, Ma'am. I have had the pleasure of hearing her play. She is very accomplished." Elizabeth offered.

"Yes, I have encouraged her to continue to practice most diligently. It appears she has taken my advice." Elizabeth struggled to keep the smile that threatened to show itself at bay. Georgiana would never credit her Aunt's advice as the reason she worked so hard at mastering her music.

"Do you play, Miss Bennet?" Lady Catherine continued.

"Yes I do, but I am afraid my skill and proficiency fall well short of Miss Darcy's."

"I would suggest that you would do well to emulate her practicing then. You may use the pianoforte in Mrs. Jenkinson's room. You will be in nobody's way there."

"Thank you, Lady Catherine." Elizabeth was not surprised at Mrs. Jenkinson's eager acquiescence to Lady Catherine's offer of her room. The woman appeared to be everything Elizabeth had guessed when she had seen her first that morning. Anne's companion was nothing if not inconsequential.

Lady Catherine continued on in her interrogation of Elizabeth. By this point Elizabeth was resigned to her fate. Lady Catherine was determined to know everything about her no matter how hard Elizabeth tried to steer the conversation away from her. Lady Catherine was shocked to find that the Bennets never employed a governess.

But secretly Lady Catherine found herself liking this young woman from Hertfordshire. Elizabeth had borne with grace and dignity every deliberate attempt by Lady Catherine to discompose her. Lady Catherine despised simpering fools, especially when they were women. On the rare occasion that she did meet with a lady of strong character, she enjoyed herself immensely. The eyes of the world would never see this, though. Lady Catherine de Bourg had a reputation to maintain! Her vanity and sense of self-importance made her blind to the incongruity of her manner of domineering over her daughter with her preference of strong-willed women. It could only be said that Rosings could only tolerate one such strong personality in residence at a time.

When the evening was ending, cards being the pastime of choice, Lady Catherine offered the use of carriage back to the parsonage. Whilst they waited for its appearance Elizabeth had the chance to once again speak with Anne.

"You may not believe this, Miss Bennet, but I believe my mother likes you." Anne said to a surprised Elizabeth.

"If this is how she displays her fondness, I should hate to be one she dislikes." Elizabeth replied.

"Actually, she normally asks several of her candid questions. If she does not care for the answers, she ignores that person. So even apparent condescension is a sign of respect, Miss Bennet."

Just then the carriage was announced and the Hunsford party returned to the parsonage.

Elizabeth spent her mornings exploring the paths through Rosings' Park. Her second morning found her climbing a small hill. She knew that it must overlook Rosings but was pleasantly surprised at what was awaiting her at the top. There stood a round building that looked like a Grecian Temple. The columns rose majestically to support a domed roof. Elizabeth was delighted. She could imagine walking up here to have a picnic with Georgiana after she arrived. The timber had been removed to form a lane and it offered an unencumbered view of the great house. But as delightful as this building was, the real beauty was the wood that guarded its approach. The rhododendron bushes that lined the path were substantial and were beginning to show their blooms. In the weeks to come they would be magnificent. Elizabeth was anticipating their intoxicating flagrance to be almost overpowering. She was also delighted to find that the current owner of Rosings did not see fit to arrange for the careful ordering of the plants so far from the house in general. Nature was allowed her purview here. Only in the pathways was nature imposed upon. Up here, the only allowance for the Mistress of Rosings' authority was the cleared lane between the temple and the formal lower gardens. The garden staff apparently was sent occasionally to uproot any offending sapling or bush that invaded the grass, which covered the lane up the hill. Upon closer inspection Elizabeth found a variety of wildflowers in this lane whose color was hidden from view below furthering her enchantment with the place.

When the time for lunch was approaching, Elizabeth reluctantly left the hill's crest and began descending back to level ground. The game was abundant and twice she spotted rabbits scurrying for cover upon her unwelcome intrusion. Elizabeth's keen eyes spotted a few glades visible from the heights and she determined to seek them out the next day.

Sir William had departed for Hertfordshire just after breakfast that morning. Elizabeth found the dinner conversation varied little with this departure. Mr. Collins still took every opportunity to praise Lady Catherine and everything associated with her.

The next morning Elizabeth stuck out on a path she was sure would lead her towards a hidden glade she had spotted the previous day. She wandered for nearly an hour before she spied a faint, overgrown trail. Sensing that she had found the access to that glade she immediately drew up her skirts and went in search of it. Her instincts proved correct for within ten minutes she came out of the wood and entered into the hidden glade. No signs of man's interference were present save for a crudely carved bench at the edge of the clearing. Elizabeth was delighted once more to have found such a lovely place to bring Georgiana. Elizabeth availed herself of the bench and drew out the book she had brought with her. It was Shakespeare's Sonnets, her old and trusted friend. Many hours she had spent pondering the words of the Bard. She could recite many of them by heart.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate."**

Elizabeth was in the mood for contemplation. Georgiana would arrive tomorrow. Elizabeth was thrilled to see her again so soon, but that thought was tempered with the knowledge that her brother and her cousin would be accompanying her. She was eager to meet Colonel Fitzwilliam. Georgiana had often spoken of him in the most glowing of terms. If he were as amiable as his parents he would be a delight to know. But Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth knew she was deeply attracted to him. His very presence excited her but brought about an uncomfortable knowledge that he could never lower himself to take notice of her. He was always polite but maintained a discernable emotional distance. Yet, at times he slipped into an easier demeanor and engaged in the teasing she adopted with Georgiana.

It was no use, her heart was in danger and it was no one's fault but her own. She should have declined Charlotte's invitation and overcome her desire to see Georgiana so soon. She should have taken more time to prepare herself. But the deed was done and tomorrow the object of her admiration would be ensconced at Rosings.

She was brought out of her reflections by a bird that suddenly called out from nearby tree. It was time to return to the parsonage for lunch. Elizabeth sighed, closed her book and arose from the bench to begin the journey back. It was only three weeks. She would school herself to hide her emotions for 3 weeks. As long as Georgiana did not ask any penetrating questions her secret could be concealed. Oh whom was she kidding! Georgiana would most naturally ask such probing questions. She had been attempting to match Elizabeth and her brother her entire stay in London. If it became too uncomfortable she would have to speak with her friend. Elizabeth dared hope it would not come down to that.

*The Gospel of Matthew 13:24-30
**William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Chapter 24

Posted on Wednesday, 22 June 2005

Two hours after lunch on Thursday the Darcy carriage bearing Darcy, Georgiana, Mrs. Annesley and Colonel Fitzwilliam pulled into Rosings. Georgiana was near bursting, wishing to call on Elizabeth but she had to hide the source of her excitement from her brother.

"Georgiana, I have NEVER seen you excited to be at Rosings before," Colonel Fitzwilliam commented as they left the carriage.

"I am excited to see my cousin Anne." Georgiana offered in explanation. Darcy looked at her askance, wondering what she was hiding.

"It is time to face the gauntlet. As the oldest I insist you lead us in Darcy!" the Colonel joked.

"The courageous Army Officer to the last Fitzwilliam, you were always good at defensive strategies," retorted Darcy.

"Yes, but perhaps we should allow Georgiana to proceed before us. Women make effective human shields!" came the Colonel's reply.

"Both of you, stop this instant! Fitzwilliam and I will follow you. He is correct, you are the oldest."

"Alas, I am to be fed to the lions!" the Colonel cried.

"Lioness," Darcy corrected.

The party entered Rosings laughing together. They continued in high spirits as they were led to meet their Aunt. Easter at Rosings had been a tradition for Darcy and the Colonel since Darcy's father had died. Georgiana usually stayed with the Matlocks, but after Ramsgate Darcy preferred she stay with him. The Colonel welcomed any relief from the boredom of his yearly visit. He was often left alone whilst Darcy and his Aunt reviewed estate matters. Cousin Anne was occasionally in his company, but most of the time he was left to fend for himself.

At last they were shown into the drawing room where their Aunt sat imperiously waiting for them.

"I expected you an hour ago, what delayed you?" she demanded

"Aunt Catherine! My, you are looking as well as ever," the Colonel replied.

"Fitzwilliam, I sincerely hope you were not the means of delaying Darcy and Georgiana. It will not do for a soldier in His Majesty's army to be so lax."

"Dear Aunt, Darcy would never allow me to delay him. No, we made good time coming today. I am surprised we arrived this early," the Colonel said in their defense.

"Very well. Darcy, Georgiana, it is good to welcome you to Rosings again. Anne and I have been awaiting your arrival with much anticipation."

Darcy dared not look at Anne; he was in no mood to discuss THAT at the present. "If you do not mind, Aunt, I am sure Georgiana would like to refresh herself after the journey. We will rejoin you in an hour."

An hour later Darcy and Georgiana rejoined Lady Catherine in the drawing room. Lady Catherine began speaking about the additions to the parsonage.

"Mrs. Collins appears to be a suitable wife for a clergyman. From what I have been able to observe, she is not one to be wasting their income. Anne seems to enjoy her company. But Mrs. Collins seems to suit the office better than her friend."

"I beg your pardon, Aunt Catherine, but what friend?" Darcy asked.

"A Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She and Mrs. Collins' younger sister are currently visiting Hunsford. Mrs. Collin's father was also here, but he left two days ago. I am told you made their acquaintance last fall in Hertfordshire." Lady Catherine answered.

"I had the pleasure of making their acquaintance when we were guests at my friend Charles Bingley's estate in Hertfordshire." Darcy said eyeing his sister. 'So this is what you have been hiding from me, you little minx! We shall have to discuss this further later.'

Colonel Fitzwilliam finally made his appearance. "I see I have been proceeded down by Georgiana and Darcy. Please forgive me, Aunt. I decided to visit Anne in her rooms before I came down. She was resting comfortably when I left her."

In reality Anne was more than 'resting'. For years she had perpetrated the disguise of infirmary with her mother. She found that Lady Catherine left her alone if she said she was unwell, or that she needed to rest. Early on in the charade Anne recruited the doctor into her ruse. Fortunately, he was a sympathetic man who took pity on the young Anne. They had worked out a scheme whereas the good doctor would know if he were being summoned for appearances or real complaints. The doctor was not above accepting remuneration for these unnecessary visits, for that was his compensation for his silence and co-operation.

The rest of the family was aware of Anne's true health. The Earl and his wife tacitly approved of the arrangement by sending Colonel Fitzwilliam and then, most recently, Lady Helena to divert her boredom. Lady Matlock and Anne had corresponded for several years. Fortunately, Lady Catherine allowed this without interference. Lord and Lady Matlock were the only correspondents of her daughter whose letters Lady Catherine dared not read. There was only one person in her life Lady Catherine still feared, and that was her brother.

"What plans do you have for tomorrow?" Lady Catherine asked.

Darcy replied, "I believe we will make a call at the parsonage in the morning. Perhaps Anne would wish to accompany us?"

"That is a wonderful idea, Fitzwilliam! Let us ask her at dinner." Georgiana cried.

Eventually it was time to gather for dinner. Mrs. Annesley joined Georgiana, Darcy and the Colonel in the dinning room. Anne and Mrs. Jenkinson were there waiting for them. Lady Catherine made her grand entrance minutes later.

With her appearance they were at last able to begin the meal. Georgiana made a concerted effort to converse with her female cousin during the meal. Anne did not discourage such efforts and the two spoke amiably. Richard was taken aback by the outgoing manner of Anne. She rarely said so much at one time. He began to be jealous of Georgiana's ability to draw Anne out in the presence of her mother. Lady Catherine was pleased as well; Georgiana would make Anne a fine sister.

Once dinner was over the men decided to skip the separation of the sexes and they retired to the Blue room. Anne and Georgiana quickly found seats separate from the others. Darcy and the Colonel were forced to play court to their Aunt. The two ladies' companions sat a little away to be out of the other occupants' way.

"Have you met Miss Bennet, Anne?"

"Yes I have, she is as delightful as Aunt Helen described."

"Did Aunt tell you about Miss Bennet's stay with me in town this winter?"

"Yes she did, but my mother still is ignorant of it, and of your meeting at Pemberley." Anne answered.

"Aunt Helen is a valuable correspondent. I was very glad you suggested passing along more detailed notes to you in her letters. At least that way you have some privacy."

Anne sighed. She was growing tired of playing someone she was not. She wished to live out in the world, not sheltered away in Kent.

"I think I would go mad without Aunt Helen. She is the only one who can tell me what is truly happening in our family."

Georgiana decided it was time to bring up a tricky subject. "Anne, how would you feel if my brother admired another woman?"

"Very relieved, Georgiana! William knows I have no desire to wed him. If he found a woman worthy to marry I should be happy for him."

Relieved Georgiana went on. "I believe he has found such a woman, Anne. Tell me, do you think he would suit Miss Bennet?"

The very idea delighted Anne greatly. "I think it would be marvelous. On the few occasions we have met she impressed me very much. Incidentally, I think even my mother likes her, though she would never admit as much."

"Then I shall have to enlist you in my cause. As much as I am sure Fitzwilliam admires Elizabeth, I believe he is struggling with his conscience and ideas about duty."

"The famous Darcy Pride!" Anne interjected.

"Yes. Only I do not think our family is an issue. I would love to have Elizabeth as my own sister. Aunt Helen and Uncle Hugh are fond of her. I am sure our other cousins will be enchanted when they meet her. You like her and so does your mother. Now as to Aunt Catherine's reaction if they ever did attach themselves, I cannot be judge but I doubt she would take it well."

"Because she wants Darcy to marry me," Anne added as a matter of fact.

"But you do not wish to wed him. Is there anyone else for you then, Anne?" Georgiana probed.

Anne blushed but sadly admitted, "No, there is not. Though I am of age I do not know many eligible men. Mama has kept me secluded for much of my life, reserving me for your brother. But he and I long ago agreed that was not the path either of us wanted."

"Returning to the subject of my brother and Elizabeth, do you have any ideas?"

"Let me think on this, Georgiana. I am certain between the two of us we can come up with ways to throw them together. Do you know if Miss Bennet returns any of his regard?"

"Elizabeth has been very guarded with her feelings, Anne, but I believe she is not indifferent to Fitzwilliam."

"It is a start then. These next few weeks could be fun, Georgiana!"

"Why, Anne dear," Lady Catherine interjected. "You seem to be in fine spirits this evening. I do believe your rest this afternoon was very beneficial. Do you not agree, Darcy?"

"Anne appears in good health this evening, Aunt Catherine." Darcy replied without emotion.

Anne and Georgiana continued in quiet conversation. The Colonel soon came to join them. Georgiana noticed the look of satisfaction this elicited on Anne's face. Georgiana could not but help recall her earlier conversation with Anne. She was not interested in marrying her brother, but her gaze betrayed a look of longing when she said she had no one for her. She was correct in the assertion of not knowing many eligible men. She was rarely in company, and mostly then with family. If Georgiana did not know better, she would believe there was a man of her acquaintance whom she admired. Then it came to her. Richard! Anne admired Richard! It had to be him. It was not Fitzwilliam, and cousin James was married. This left Richard. And she did appear pleased when he came over to them.

"We were just discussing Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Richard." Georgiana volunteered.

"Georgiana has spoken very highly of her, I am most anxious to meet her." The Colonel declared. Anne frowned ever so slightly.

'There it is again!' Georgiana thought. 'Anne does not at all appear pleased that Richard praised Elizabeth so warmly. Perhaps I am on the right track after all.'

The Colonel also noted Anne's displeasure and was secretly pleased. 'But why!' he asked himself unable to discern from whence his pleasure sprung.

That evening, as Georgiana retired to her room, she walked up the stairs with Anne.

"You prefer Richard do you not, Anne?" Georgiana had decided on the direct approach.

Anne was mortified.

"You need not hide it from me, Anne. I think I may even be able to help you," Georgiana continued.

Anne began to re-exert control of her faculties. "And if I do?"

"Then this will be a very, very interesting two weeks! Do not worry; your secret is safe with me. But I do think our trying to throw Fitzwilliam together with Elizabeth can be to your advantage. I plan on asking Richard to help me match make with Elizabeth and have Fitzwilliam match make Richard with you."

"But you said you would keep my secret?"

"Of course Anne, I fully intend to. I plan on telling him I think you and Richard would suit very well. Besides, Richard has been acting restless lately, as if he is ready to settle down. Why not with you, Anne?"

"Do you think Richard will be attracted to Elizabeth?"

"That is a worry. So, I plan a preemptive strike. I shall ask for his help BEFORE he meets Elizabeth.

"You seemed to have everything planned out, Georgiana. I would venture you know that many things can go wrong with your schemes." Anne said warningly.

"Yes, Anne, that is why this is so much fun! Good night Cousin. I shall see you in the morning. Will you call at the parsonage with us?"

"I told Richard I would. At this point I do not wish to miss it for the world!"

Despite it being Good Friday, it was decided to call at the parsonage late that morning. Darcy ordered the carriage so that Anne could come. Normally they would have walked but he knew Lady Catherine would not allow Anne to do so.

When they arrived, and the introductions were complete, Colonel Fitzwilliam could not resist addressing Elizabeth.

"So this is the famous Miss Elizabeth Bennet! It is a pleasure to meet you finally. I have heard many things about you."

Once again Elizabeth had to laugh. "I believe you have spoken with your parents about me, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"But of course! Tell me, am I number six?" he teased.

"No! That honor belongs to you cousin Miss de Bourgh. You sir, are number seven." Elizabeth responded impertinently.

"And a lucky number it is!"

The party laughed at their playful banter. The colonel spied out his cousin Darcy's reaction. 'It is a good thing Georgiana warned me about her brother's attraction. Miss Bennet appears to be a woman who can draw a man in quite effortlessly. But Darcy appears smitten. I think it is time I write my parents.'

The Colonel decided to test his observations by engaging Elizabeth in conversation. Darcy tried to hide his annoyance but could not do so entirely. Once again he found himself struggling with his self-control in Elizabeth's presence. He thought he could overcome his attraction but he was beginning to fear the futility of his efforts. What was he going to do?

Georgiana and Anne both noticed Darcy's discomposure and were very pleased. Georgiana could see his pride weakening and Anne hoped she would soon be free from her mother's machinations. Darcy was lost; he just did not know it yet.

The Colonel noted Darcy's unease and decided to have pity on him. He brought Georgiana into the conversation and then excused himself to engage Mrs. Collins. She seemed a pleasant woman. He could not, for the life of him, understand why such a sensible woman would agree to marry such a foolish man. Then he recalled that she must have found herself in a similar situation as himself. She needed to marry for money just as he did. But his parents had told him there was more to marriage than money. No, he could not attach himself to a fool just because she was rich.

He also noticed that Anne seemed pleased when he began speaking with Mrs. Collins, as if she did not like his playfulness with Miss Bennet. He found himself pleased with that as well, though he did not stop to ask himself why.

As the visit drew to a close, Georgiana and Elizabeth planned a walk for the next day. Anne extended an invitation from her mother for the Hunsford party to join them after Easter Services. Everyone was well pleased with the visit, that is, with the exception of Darcy.

Elizabeth was relieved at how well her first meeting with Darcy went. The large number of people in the parlor was helpful. Others were there to demand her attention. Colonel Fitzwilliam appeared to be an agreeable man with perfect manners, just as she expected after meeting his parents. She repeated her resolve to take it one meeting at a time.

After Lunch, the Colonel excused himself to go and write some letters. Actually, he only had one letter to write, and that was to his parents.

Rosings, Kent

Dear Father and Mother,

We arrived just yesterday and yet I have much to relate to you. I was surprised to find that Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the very woman you spoke to me of, was visiting her friend at the parsonage. Georgiana knew of this but decided to keep it from both her brother and me. His reaction to her presence was quite enlightening.

We called on Miss Bennet and the other ladies residing in the parsonage this morning. I must say that Miss Bennet is as delightful as you described. I must also say your conjectures about Darcy's heart appear to be just as correct. I have known him too long to be fooled by him. Georgiana herself warned me of his preference before we called. I must admit to a bit of mischief here, I purposefully tried to make Darcy jealous of me. It worked like a charm!

My reason for telling you this is because of the rest of the conversation I had with Georgiana about her brother. Georgiana is convinced Darcy is in love with Miss Bennet but that he does nothing to act on this because of his overdeveloped sense of Duty. I must conclude then that you have not given him the Fitzwilliam family talk. Please, his mother was a Fitzwilliam and thus he is too. Write to him. See if you can assuage his fears. Miss Bennet is a woman worthy of him. It took me only ten minutes of conversation to acknowledge that.

I eagerly await your response.

Your loving son,
Richard

The Colonel reread his letter. Satisfied with its contents he sealed it and had a servant take it to be placed with the rest of the out-going post.

While the Colonel was writing his letter Georgiana had a chance to be alone with her brother.

"You are not angry with me, Fitzwilliam, for keeping Elizabeth's presence here a secret from you?"

"No, I am not angry but I am not entirely pleased either. I am responsible for your safety and well-being. I would like to know the important happenings in your life, Georgiana. We both know how important Miss Elizabeth has become to you."

"I suppose you are correct. I just wanted to surprise you, that is all," Georgian answered. It was time to change subjects. "Elizabeth and I are going for a walk tomorrow."

"Yes, I know," said Darcy.

"Why do not you and Richard take Anne for a drive? I am certain she would enjoy your company." Georgiana suggested.

"I will speak to Richard about it in the morning."

"It would be another chance for Richard to be with Anne."

"Georgiana Darcy! What are you up to?"

"Fitzwilliam, Anne does not wish to marry you. You do not wish to marry Anne. Richard has always said he needs to marry a woman of fortune. Anne has a fortune. And besides, I think Richard may have feelings for Anne. He just is not ready to acknowledge them yet."

"And what gives you that idea?" Darcy challenged.

"I have been watching him. There is no harm is putting them together. At worst, they will get to know each other better as cousins. And if they did form an attachment, it would solve your Aunt Catherine problem."

"Hhmm"

"Please, you do not have to do anything further if you do not see any signs of attachment."

"Very well, I will watch them. If, and only if, I see signs of attachment will I go along with your little scheme." Darcy said in acquiescence.

"Thank you, Fitzwilliam. I AM correct about this. I just know it!" Georgiana replied triumphantly.

The next day Elizabeth met Georgiana at Rosings for their walk. Elizabeth was relieved to find her alone. Georgiana knew it was not the time to ask her brother to accompany them. Georgiana needed a chance to find out the heart and mind of her dearest friend. Besides, Fitzwilliam was needed to put Ann and Richard in company together.

"Do you have any particular place in mind, Elizabeth?" Georgiana asked as they prepared to leave.

"It is a lovely day, what say we walk up the hill to the Temple. I was up there on Tuesday and the view was wonderful."

"I have not been up there in ages! Yes, let us go!" Georgiana cried in assent.

"It is so good to see you again, Georgiana. I missed our time in London." Elizabeth started as they took to the path.

"I missed you too. The house felt bereft of your presence after you left." Georgiana admitted. "Do you have any more news from home."

"I expect a letter from Jane. Mr. Bingley is due back at Netherfield any day now."

"Do you think he will seek Jane's hand?"

"I would be shocked if he did not. You have seen them together. Only fate and the fire have kept him from declaring himself before now, in my opinion."

"I am happy for them," Georgiana stately simply. "It occurs to me that such an event will lesson the tensions about the entailment of Longbourn. Perhaps you mother will relent on you now."

Elizabeth laughed. "Oh that it were possible! I am afraid that the only way Mama will be content is to see all of us married. Then again, she will probably start desiring grandchildren! No, I will not be safe from her nerves for as long as she lives!"

"Then you should find a man to marry who lives far away from Meryton, Elizabeth." Georgiana said coyly.

Elizabeth shot her a look out of the corner of her eye. She decided not to engage Georgiana on the subject she was alluding to. Did she not know how difficult this was for Elizabeth? But now was not the time, so instead she changed the subject and continued up the hill.

Once they were on top they stood for a long time to admire the view. Rosings was a rather gaudy looking building for both of their tastes, but it was an impressive sight to look down upon.

"Poor Anne, she would love the view from up here." Georgiana sighed.

"Yes she would. It is a shame Lady Catherine does not allow her the freedom to be as she chooses." Elizabeth replied sagely.

"You know this of Anne?" said a very taken back Georgiana.

"Of course Georgiana, it does not take a genius to know that the Anne she projects to her mother is not the same Anne she projects when not in her company. I suppose she has hid behind the disguise of infirmity for many years now. I do not understand why though. She is so much more than she appears. What is she afraid of?"

"She has long been dominated by Lady Catherine. She found that the only way her mother would leave her alone is by feigning illness." Georgiana answered.

"But why stay, why allow herself to be subject to such behavior?"

"She fears the loss of her inheritance. She hopes that when my brother marries another, her mother will finally allow her to move about in society. She is planning a miraculous recovery!" Georgiana explained.

"I would think that she has more control over her destiny than she believes. Perhaps someday she will have the courage to find out," Elizabeth finished.

The rest of their walk was lovely. They admired all of the plants and views the walk afforded. Soon they returned to Rosings. They said their goodbyes and Elizabeth walked back to the parsonage. Darcy spied her leaving from an upstairs window. His heart ached to be near her, but he was afraid. For the first time in many years, he was afraid to follow the path he knew society would scorn.

Chapter 25

Posted on Wednesday, 22 June 2005

Upon finding her brother in the house, Georgiana began to inquire after his morning's ride.

"Did you enjoy your outing, Fitzwilliam?"

"I suppose. Anne did not have much to say and Richard was annoyingly quiet. I had to try and keep up the conversation. Normally that is Richard's duty!"

"I told you Richard has feelings for Anne!" Georgiana cried.

"How so?" Darcy asked incredulously.

"Because he was quiet! Honestly, Fitzwilliam, are you blind? When has Richard ever been quiet around a woman? Never! I think he was nervous." Georgiana explained.

Darcy was silent. Could she be correct? "I agree that it is unusual behavior for him. Therefore, I will continue to watch the two of them in company."

"Very good, Fitzwilliam! The more you see the two of them together, the more you will be convinced that I am right!"

Easter Sunday Morning dawned bright and clear. The fresh crisp air filled Elizabeth lungs as she walked in the park in the first light of the day. Easter Sunday, Resurrection Sunday. The implications of the day weighed heavily on Elizabeth's heart and mind. Her faith was nothing without this day. It was a time to ponder, a time to reflect, a time to be humbled, a time to give thanks.

Darcy was up early this morning, too. He awoke an hour before dawn and could not go back to sleep. He finally resigned himself to an early start and had his man prepare him for the day. With the rest of the house still asleep, he stepped out for a walk in the park. The silence was a welcome balm. He felt so alone and unsure of himself. He was always the one in control of his own destiny. Why did he now feel as though he had lost that control? He saw that there were things beyond his control, like his heart.

Before long Darcy spied someone up ahead of him walking in his direction. Within moments he recognized her. His heart leapt at her sight, but soon began to sink into despair. The power she had over him! And she did not even know it.

"Good morning, Miss Bennet! He is Risen!" Darcy said as she approached

"He is Risen Indeed! Mr. Darcy!" Elizabeth gave the centuries old reply. "It is a glorious morning. Have you been out long?"

"I left Rosings fifteen minutes ago."

"And I left the parsonage about the same time. I felt the need to be outside today. Today is a day for reflection and I find it much easier to do so out here where I am enfolded in God's creation."

"I agree. Would you care to take this way with me, Miss Bennet? If you had rather be alone I would certainly understand."

"I would enjoy your company, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth replied and they walked along together in comfortable silence. Each one's thoughts were a myriad of remembrances. Darcy thought back to the night of the Netherfield Ball, to their dances together. Elizabeth seemed to understand the value of silence. It was one of the many things that surprised him about her. For a woman skilled at conversation, to comprehend the power of the restraint of speech was remarkable. But then again, many things about her were remarkable. Once again he felt the feeling of loss begin to overtake him and he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Elizabeth was also lost in her own memories of that night. What was it he had said? Oh yes, it was, 'Sometimes silence is preferable, Miss Bennet, but not right now.' But now it was essential! How was she to think around this man? Her heartbeat had quickened as he had approached. She was so affected by him. How much more could she take before she let her feelings slip? Why did it have to be him? She glanced at his face. So beautiful, so noble, and so beyond her reach.

Before long they had come upon the place in the path that led off to the secluded glade Elizabeth had discovered. Darcy seemed to recover himself and asked, "Have you discovered the glade at the end of this path, Miss Bennet?"

"Yes, I have, Mr. Darcy."

"Really! The path is so overgrown it is hard to distinguish. I am very surprised you found it so soon." Darcy said amazed.

"Mr. Darcy, I found it because I went looking for it. Tuesday I climbed to the top of the hill, as I descended I spied this glade. I knew its general direction so I went looking for it. It did take me about an hour to discover this path. When I set out on it I was soon rewarded by finding my goal. I decided to suggest this spot to Georgiana for a walk this next week."

"She has not been back there for many years. Did you find the bench, Miss Bennet?"

"Yes I did. It was a restful place to sit and read."

Darcy smiled. "My father had that bench made for my mother long ago. It was her favorite place to come when they visited Rosings. My father determined to surprise her for her visit one year. I must have been about six years old then."

"Happy memories, Mr. Darcy?"

"Some of my fondest associated with this place, Miss Bennet. You should bring my sister there again." Darcy told her.

"Then I shall, Mr. Darcy." They were silent for a few minutes. "I think I should be heading back to the parsonage now. Thank you for you company. I had a very enjoyable walk this early morning." Elizabeth said.

"The pleasure was all mine, Miss Bennet. I shall see you in the service then."

As he bowed over Elizabeth's hand Darcy could not resist the urge and he placed a light kiss upon her fingers. Elizabeth did her best not to physically react but he noticed. His dark eyes bore into her and she could not look away. Finally he released her hand, nodded his head, and turned back towards Rosings. Elizabeth stood there watching him until he disappeared around the bend in the path. She was trembling. At last she too turned and made her way back to the parsonage. 'Oh Lord, help me!' was all she could think.

The morning services were as unremarkable as could be. The congregants made their way through the familiar collect and Mr. Collins' sermon was mercifully short. Elizabeth suspected this was because he was eagerly anticipating the opulence of the table and fare at Rosings after the conclusion of the service. Her cousin enjoyed his food, even though others did not enjoy watching him consume it.

Back at Rosings the party sat down to a sumptuous feast. Lady Catherine certainly knew how to keep a good table. With her hoped-for future son-in-law in residence, she especially aimed to impress. Darcy found it curious that his Aunt had Elizabeth sit next to her. He was even further astounded when Lady Catherine engaged her in a long discussion. Although discussion did not seem to be the proper word to describe it. Perhaps debate would be more accurate. Lady Catherine began to ask Elizabeth how early she had come out. From there they waged a spirited argument on the proper age to enter society. Elizabeth held her own and Lady Catherine failed to treat her with the condescension normally associated with the lady's attentions. It dawned on Darcy that his Aunt was fond of Elizabeth. This was the first person he had ever seen her react to this way, outside of old acquaintances and some family members. Darcy had thought it impossible that he could respect Elizabeth any more than he already did. But now he found his respect increase even more.

Meanwhile, Georgiana was observing the interaction of her cousins Anne and Richard. They were seated across from each other. At first neither seemed inclined for conversation but then Richard began to make the effort to converse. Anne gradually became less withdrawn and by the end of the meal they were engrossed in a discussion about the gardens. Mrs. Annesley and Mrs. Jenkinson mostly kept their attentions to the other. It was obvious that both of their charges were quite capable of seeing to themselves at the table. Mr. and Mrs. Collins and Maria were forced to entertain each other.

After lunch, the party moved into the main drawing room. Georgiana was asked to oblige the company on the pianoforte. Georgiana agreed only if Elizabeth would consent to sing the next with her. Quite serendipitously, the two had practiced much of Handel's Messiah together whilst Elizabeth was in Town. Georgiana had even prevailed upon her to sing the parts transposed from the soprano to the alto.

Whilst Georgiana played a piece by Mozart, Elizabeth left the room to warm up her voice. Ten minutes later she rejoined Georgiana, who had just finished her first piece, to begin their selections. Georgiana had brought her music from town expressly for this scenario. Once again Georgiana began the Sinfonia and Darcy snapped to attention. He remembered the last time she played this and knew what was to come. When Elizabeth finished "But who may abide the day of his coming?" Darcy was surprised when Georgiana transitioned into "He shall feed his flock" and then "He was despised". Elizabeth was going to sing each air written or transposed for the alto! Next she sang, "Thou art gone up on high" and followed it with "How beautiful are the feet" and finally "If God be for us". Georgiana finished with a pianoforte solo of "Worthy is the lamb that was slain."*

When the last chord had been played the room was still. Each person was deeply affected in his or her own personal way. Georgiana herself had tears running down her cheeks. At last Lady Catherine spoke in a quiet voice, quite foreign to her audience, "Thank you Georgiana, Miss Bennet. I can think of nothing more appropriate on this day. You have given us a glimpse into the Mind of the Almighty I think." And with that she was silent. Still no one moved. Elizabeth was the one to finally break the spell. She turned to her young friend, smiled and said, "Thank you, Georgiana. I had no idea when we were practicing this in London that we would ever perform it all in front of an audience. Your playing was unparalleled my dear friend."

"The privilege, once again was mine Elizabeth. I have great joy listening to you sing." Georgiana replied

"Then it is best that you play and I sing if we are to show ourselves to the best advantage, Georgiana." This elicited the intended smile from them both and they moved to rejoin the rest of the party.

"It is quite obvious that you two have practiced your music together. I find it incredible that you should have done so much in Hertfordshire." Lady Catherine said in her once again usual commandeering voice.

"Aunt Catherine, I invited Miss Bennet to stay with us in London for six weeks this winter whilst Mrs. Annesley attended her daughter at the birth of her first grandchild. Elizabeth and I spent many hours together working on these, and other, pieces." Georgiana answered.

"You did not tell me this, Miss Bennet." Lady Catherine cried.

"Your ladyship did not ask. I would have told you this if you had inquired. You had so many other questions for me," came Elizabeth's retort.

Lady Catherine had to fight showing a smile. 'Well done Miss Bennet. I wish Anne would stand up to me like that!' "But you should have told me this when I asked about your acquaintance with my niece and nephew."

"If I had mentioned it, you would have thought me inferring more intimacy with your family than exists. You would have considered such as an attempt to ingratiate myself into your acceptance. I wish to be judged by my merits alone!"

This time a smile did escape momentarily on Lady Catherine's face. But she then schooled her features back into submission. "What you say has merit, Miss Bennet. I shall take it into consideration. Now tell me, have you met any others of my family?"

"I was introduced to Lord and Lady Matlock. I have not made the acquaintance of any of their children save Colonel Fitzwilliam here. But I did not meet him before he came to Kent." Elizabeth replied.

"Miss Bennet and Georgiana performed part of what they played just now for my Aunt and Uncle one night when we dined at Afton House." Darcy added.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Miss Bennet. You have met most of my family and I have meet none of yours." Lady Catherine continued.

"That is true, Lady Catherine, but you have asked me many questions about them. By now you must feel as if you know them all well!" Elizabeth shot back. Anne could not contain a laugh and Lady Catherine looked at her sternly. Anne quickly regained her reserved countenance.

Lady Catherine continued to hold court until it was time for the party from the parsonage to depart. Georgiana promised to call the next morning and Anne added that she would likely come, too.

*All selections for G.F. Handel's Messiah

That evening after supper Georgiana had a chance to have a private word with the Colonel.

"Richard, did you see the look on Fitzwilliam's face when Elizabeth was singing. I had a perfect view from the pianoforte bench."

"I must confess I was too absorbed in the music to notice anything else."

"Well, Fitzwilliam was surprised by the music and entranced by Elizabeth's song. I hope now that you believe me and are ready to help me play matchmaker."

"Georgiana, you are a bit young to be doing that. But I agree that Miss Bennet does seem to be a woman worthy of Darcy. I especially enjoyed seeing her stand up to Aunt Catherine!"

"So does Aunt Catherine, Richard. I believe our dear Aunt likes Elizabeth!"

"I would not be surprised at that either. But that would change if ever Darcy became affianced to Miss Bennet." The Colonel replied sagely.

Georgiana sighed, "I believe you are correct, Richard. However, will you help me?"

"What do you propose and how can I be of assistance in your scheming."

"It occurs to me that the main difficulty is in keeping Aunt Catherine from interfering. The easiest way around this is to make her think my brother is paying attention to Anne. Anne likes Elizabeth and is disposed to help as well. I believe that we should make every effort to include Anne in our outings and to include Elizabeth as well. Since Aunt Catherine appears to approve of Elizabeth, I believe she will think Elizabeth a good companion for me. So then, when we are with Elizabeth I shall do my best to put her and Fitzwilliam in company together. Meanwhile, you can partner Anne. That way you can keep Fitzwilliam from thinking he needs to attend to Anne. What is you opinion on this scheme?"

The Colonel was oddly very pleased. "I believe that is a very reasonable course of action. You need only think of ways to secure time for Darcy with Miss Bennet. You and I can keep Anne company as needed. I believe the letter I am expecting from my parents to Darcy will help as well."

"What did you ask them to write, Richard?" Georgiana asked.

"I asked them to give him the Fitzwilliam family talk."

"Which is?"

"Something you are not ready for my dear. In a year or so I am sure my mother and father will tell you. But until then you must trust me when I say that it is the most reasonable piece of advice I have ever received." The Colonel finished.

Georgiana was not pleased effectively being told no. She was sure she was old enough, but knew better than to push her guardian. What was a year after all? It must have something to do with courtship and marriage, but beyond that it was useless to speculate. She would have to wait until they returned to town to ask her Aunt Helen!

Monday morning Georgiana asked Anne to accompany her on a call to the parsonage. She wanted to establish Anne as a welcome caller on Elizabeth before taking the men along. Darcy and the Colonel went riding.

Elizabeth was delighted to see the two women from Rosings. Anne had quickly become a favorite of hers and Elizabeth was always happy to see Georgiana.

Part way through their visit Elizabeth brought up the subject that needed to be addressed.

"Georgiana, as much as I would like to spend as much time as possible with you, I am a guest of the Collins. I cannot neglect Charlotte."

Georgiana had considered this, too. "What do you propose, Elizabeth?"

"I believe I should reserve the mornings for Charlotte. I would then be free to spend the afternoon in general with you." Elizabeth explained.

"I think that is a marvelous idea. Have you spoken with Mrs. Collins about this?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes I have. She agrees that this is an amicable solution. She understands the depth of our affection, Georgiana. She also realizes that Lady Catherine is pleased with me and that this will afford her more good will with that woman."

"Then we shall call on you tomorrow after lunch. Do you have anything in mind?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Miss de Bourgh, can you walk much distance?" Elizabeth asked turning to address the other young woman.

"I manage much better than people believe, but I do have my limits." Anne answered.

"I believe you can manage what I have in mind. Georgiana, will you please ask your brother to arrange transport to the place he and I talked of yesterday. He will know of what I speak."

"Of course, Elizabeth. You are not going to tell me where that is, are you?" Georgian said.

"Patience is a virtue, Georgiana!" Elizabeth teased.

"A virtue I could sometimes do without!" Georgiana cried.

As the two women from Rosings left, they thanked Mrs. Collins for her hospitality. Maria was still in too much awe of the ladies to say much.

"Maria," Elizabeth started once they were gone, "You need not be afraid of Miss Darcy or Miss de Bourgh, they are both very kind and unaffected."

"I know, Elizabeth, but they both travel in the highest levels of society and it makes me feel inadequate when I am around them." Maria confessed.

"Oh, Maria, that will not do! They are human beings just as you are. Georgiana particularly would be mortified to know that you were intimidated by her. I fear that much of the time it is the other way around, when she is not familiar with a person."

"Really?"

"Georgiana is a very shy person around strangers, Maria."

"Somehow that makes me more at ease. Thank you, Elizabeth, I shall try to not be so timid around them."

"Good, because you will be in their company many times during the next ten days or so, until the Darcys depart. They will be calling tomorrow afternoon and you shall join us on our walk, Maria." Elizabeth finished. Both Maria and her sister were very pleased Elizabeth was taking pains to include Maria in her plans.

'Now where is that letter from Jane?' Elizabeth briefly thought before her attentions to the rest of the day's activities.

Chapter 26

Posted on Wednesday, 22 June 2005

The long awaited letter from Jane arrived with the rest of the post Tuesday morning. Elizabeth was surprised and pleased to find a second letter from Mary. She decided to read Mary's first, saving Jane's for last.

Longbourn, Hertfordshire

Dear Elizabeth,

If you have not first read Jane's letter, please stop now and finish this after you have read what our dearest sister has to relay.

Mary

Elizabeth again was surprised by her sister, but did as she was requested and picked up Jane's letter to peruse.

Longbourn, Hertfordshire

Dearest sister,

Papa received another letter from Mr. Bingley yesterday. I know, we all expected him to be back at Netherfield by now but his business has delayed him yet again. He did say that he would come to Netherfield from London on Monday. By the time you receive this he will be back in Hertfordshire! Oh Lizzy, I am so pleased he is finally to come. I must confess that I am anticipating meeting him again. I hardly know what to expect. I so wish you were here but Mary has proven herself a most pleasing companion in your absence. She has matured much since last November; she hardly seems to be the same person at all! She has promised to do her best to protect me from Mama at this time. Mama means well, but sometimes I wish she would just let things take their course naturally.

I do hope your time in Kent has been enjoyable. I imagine Georgiana will have been very anxious to see you again. How did you find Colonel Fitzwilliam? Is he what you expected? And what of Miss de Bourgh and Lady Catherine? You must write and tell me all!

Give my compliments to Charlotte and our cousin.

Your loving sister,
Jane

'Dearest Jane, how much have your spirits improved today when Mr. Bingley called this morning?' Elizabeth replaced Jane's letter to resume Mary's.

I felt it best that you read Jane's version of the events as they stand before I gave you the true situation at Longbourn. I love my dear eldest sister very much but her inability to see anything but the good in people can become quite annoying at times.

Elizabeth smiled as she read this comment from Mary. She was showing more and more of a biting sense of humor. Their father could not help but be overjoyed to gain such a companion.

I believe Jane must have told you Mr. Bingley is expected in Hertfordshire on Monday. Indeed, by the time you are reading this I am convinced that he should have called at least once by now. Jane tries to hide behind a placid countenance but she cannot hide her excitement from me. Actually, up until last December I doubt I would have even extended the effort to look. But that is another subject entirely.

Jane is absolutely glowing with happiness. I find myself of the same opinion as you; I do not think Mr. Bingley will tarry long before declaring himself. Therefore, I have been practicing my choice of words to get the two of them out of the house and away from Mama. How does this sound? "It is a lovely day. Would you care for a walk toward Meryton with me Jane? Mr. Bingley? Walking is such healthy exercise and after all the time you must have spent in a carriage lately, Mr. Bingley, I am sure it will do you some good." And this, "Have you seen the new bulbs in our garden, Mr. Bingley? They are quite beautiful this spring. Jane and I would love to show them to you." I am working on others but hopefully it will not take many of these lovely machinations before Mr. Bingley takes the situation into his own hands.

Papa asked to speak to me in his study after he spoke to Jane. He told me of the contents of Mr. Bingley's letter and asked for my help chaperoning the happy couple. Many of his thoughts on the subject run suspiciously akin to yours. I begin to suspect that you two have discussed the subject before!

Papa and I have begun reading Tom Jones* together. You are probably shocked that your once constantly moralizing younger sister should read such a scandalous book. I find myself surprised as well. Monday after you left Papa welcomed me into his study. He then told me that he suspected that I might be ready to read more unconventional literature and felt it his duty to ensure I did not read anything totally unsuitable for a young woman. He then surprised me by proposing to read Tom Jones ALOUD to me each day. I think he enjoyed seeing the shocked look on my face. I must confess that I was reluctant at first to agree, but I soon warmed to the idea. I am very pleased that our father trusts me enough to share such a book with me and I am enjoying it immensely.

I have also begun to re-read Milton's Paradise Lost.** Before you start to worry, let me explain. I am NOT relapsing back into old, immature mindsets. I may have discarded my moralizing, but I have not discarded my faith. I wish to read Milton again with a more ascetic approach. I am fascinated with the picture the poet draws of the Fall. I am attempting to feel the writer's passion through his choice of words and I am trying desperately to allow the text to paint a mental picture for me. When I am satisfied with developing such an image I want to compare it to my previous assumptions on the subject. I find this all to be a thrilling mental and spiritual exercise. When I finish Paradise Lost, I will attempt to do the same with Paradise Regained.*** Papa knows of this and is very encouraging. He wants to hear my conclusions when I am finished!

I will close now and plan my morning escape! Perhaps I can convince Kitty to come with me. Separating her from Lydia seems to calm her down some. Still, she has a long way to go. Just listen to me! As if I am suddenly an authority on proper behavior!

Your Loving Sister,
Mary

Elizabeth was delighted with her letters and purposed to reply at her first opportunity. If what she had learned from her two letters was true, she expected another letter very soon.

Elizabeth was not the only person to receive a letter that morning. Darcy was the recipient of a surprising letter himself. A letter from his Uncle, Lord Matlock, had come with the rest of the day's post. Darcy excused himself to go read it in private. As he left, he noticed his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, giving him a rather odd look. Perhaps he knew of what his parents had written him. Darcy was all the more apprehensive as he entered his room. He sat down in a chair next to the window, unsealed the letter and was startled to see that it was written in the hand of both his Uncle AND his Aunt.

Afton House, London

Dear William,

No doubt that you will be astonished upon opening this to perceive the handwriting of both your Uncle and Aunt. This is extraordinary for us as well, but after receiving Richard's letter we felt it best to proceed this way. Before I go any further, please do not be angry with Richard. He loves you as his own brother and nothing but his concern for you could prompt him to ask for our help. He asked that we give you the "Fitzwilliam family talk" since your mother was born one. That was an unnecessary plea because we were considering giving it to you before he wrote. I will let your Aunt continue from here.

William,

I wish to tell you the story of my courtship. It is a necessary component in what we have to say to you.

When your Uncle Hugh first began courting me, it was hailed as a splendid match. I was the well-dowered daughter of an Earl; he was a future Earl. Indeed, in the beginning that was the motivation for trying to make the match. I had been raised to expect such a marriage of convenience. I was told that was the way people of our circle met and married. I was resigned to such a life, but then something very unexpected happened. Hugh and I formed a real attachment. Before either of us knew what was occurring, we realized we were in love! Most of the Ton never suspected our true affections. Even now some of our acquaintances scoff at our domestic felicity, supposing it is a well-engrained act. But it is not, I love your Uncle now more than I did when we were first married and I am ever thankful that I was given a husband who would love and respect me for all of our lives together. I believe you are seeking the same thing, William. Your Uncle and I truly hope you find it. I will turn the page back over to Hugh and let him continue

Now I will continue on with our story. Even though we made a love match in the end, neither of us had changed our views on marriage for our circle. We felt that we were fortunate to have love in a marriage of convenience, but soon our opinions began to change. This change came about as the result of witnessing the unions of my two sisters. Ann and Catherine were always so very different. Ann was determined to marry for love or not marry at all. Our parents were not very happy with her repeated declarations of her determination. Thus, when your father asked permission to court Ann, my parents consented. The Darcy fortune was acceptable enough for them, though they lamented a lack of title. Your mother and father fell in love and were soon married. Within a year came the news that you would be born. Your parents were ecstatic and so very content. We watched as you came into this world and Pemberley was filled with joy. You had a very happy childhood, because of your parent's love for each other, and for you.

When you were two years old, your Aunt Catherine began to be courted by Sir Lewis. Catherine was indifferent to him personally, but was intrigued by Rosings. This led her to accept his attentions, no matter how little she cared for him. Ann tried to reason with her. She told Catherine she should look at more than Sir Lewis' fortune in choosing a husband. But Catherine was determined to have her way and when Sir Lewis proposed, she accepted. Helen and I had our misgivings as well and voiced these to your Aunt. But none of us could move her. She would have Sir Lewis and his estate!

It was not surprising that several years passed before Catherine became with child. What you do not know is that she lost that first one. The loss of the babe seemed to alter her even more. She became colder, more domineering, and many times unpleasant to be near. We could tell she was miserable, but she was too proud to admit it. Within a year she became with child again. This time the child survived and your cousin Anne was born. Catherine later told Helen that she had thereafter refused Sir Lewis in her bed. It did not matter, because by the time Anne was two years old, he was dead. Catherine was left with his estate, which Anne will inherit control over upon her mother's death.

Helen and I watched my two sisters and the lives they made for themselves. We came to the conclusion that we did not wish any of our children to suffer in marriage like Catherine did if we could help it. Therefore, as each child reached the marriageable age, we told each of them the story of our courtship, and the contrasting marriages of their two Aunts. We then urged them to not follow the dictates of society and marry for wealth alone. We told them to follow their heart and in the end all would turn out well. James and Amelia have chosen their partners with their hearts. Richard and Helena have yet to meet their soul mates, but they too seek a love match and know we will support them whomever their choice may be.

And now, nephew, we extend this to you. Follow your heart. Do not be afraid to go against the dictates of society. When you find your match, do not let her go, no matter what you believe society may think. As long as you love her, and she loves you in return, you will have our blessing. Your mother and father would have told you the same thing if they had survived. Your father never wanted you to sacrifice yourself if happiness was within your grasp. When you find a woman worthy, marry her!

Your loving Aunt and Uncle.

Darcy was, justifiably, stunned. He sat for many minutes in his chair and then re-read his letter. When he finished, he stood and began pacing. The implications were staggering! His uncle had just given him leave to follow his heart! Darcy felt a great weight begin to lift from his entire being. Could it be possible! Was Elizabeth truly within his reach now? She was a gentlewoman. He a gentleman. She was...everything! He did not need her fortune, or her connections. He had enough for both. Besides, he knew his entire family liked her and the Earl's acceptance would pave the way for society in general's acceptance!

He then began to examine his conduct toward her. The more he pondered it, the more ashamed he became. He knew she could sense his emotional withdrawal from her. She did her best not to be alone with him to have to suffer with his polite civility when their companionship had once been more amiable. He began to despair of her ever forgiving him of his cold manner. But Darcy was not a man easily defeated. There were very few things in life denied to him and he was not used to giving up when faced with a challenge. Today he would begin meeting that challenge, the challenge of winning Elizabeth's heart. If he could show her he was a man worthy of her affection and trust he was sure she would accept his attentions. She once had told him he was one of the best men she knew, and there was the look she gave him Sunday morning. He would see if she still held him in the same regard as before. If she did, nothing would stop him from making her love him.

Yet, did he love her? Darcy pondered on this. He was amazed to realize he had loved her for a long time, perhaps even from as early as the first time they met! He was predisposed to like her, so many had sung her praises. Still, he was skeptical that any woman could be so perfect. Then when they were introduced, the vibrancy of her personality overwhelmed him and he responded rudely to her. Thank God Georgiana made him apologize! How much would he have ruined if she had not insisted he ask Elizabeth to dance? He could not, thereafter, resist the opportunity to be near her. Even against his better judgment he allowed Georgiana to ask her to stay with them in London. Yes, he loved her all of this time. The sense of loss he felt was the loss of her love for him! He would win that love if it was the last thing he did!

That afternoon Darcy arranged for Anne's phaeton to be readied. He would ask Georgiana to ride to the parsonage with Anne so that he could have a word with Richard.

As the two gentlemen walked toward Hunsford Parsonage, Darcy spoke to his wary cousin.

"Fitzwilliam, I am not angry with you." Darcy began.

"That is a relief, Darcy, I was unsure of how you would take your letter from my parents. Did they give you the Fitzwilliam family talk?" the Colonel asked.

Darcy momentarily considered toying with his cousin but decided time was of the essence. "Yes they did. Both of your parents wrote to me. I must say I was very surprised!"

"Undoubtedly!"

"But it was appropriate. I needed to hear from Aunt Helen as well as Uncle Hugh. The strength of their unity reinforced their message." Darcy admitted.

"What do you plan to do now?" the Colonel asked.

Darcy looked closely at his cousin, trying to determine if he knew about his love for Elizabeth. He decided that if he wanted his cousin's help, he needed to be honest and up front with him. "Beginning today I will attempt to win Miss Elizabeth's good opinion of me. If I believe she harbors any tender feelings toward me I will make her an offer of marriage."

The Colonel beamed at Darcy. "That is the most reasonable thing I have heard you say in a very long time, Darcy. Miss Bennet is worthy of you, and you of her. How can I help?"

"I am not exactly sure, I have not long been accustomed to the idea of pursuing Miss Elizabeth. For today, however, if you could keep Anne company I would greatly appreciate it. Georgiana has already told me she plans to engage Miss Lucas in conversation. My sister is trying to play matchmaker with me, Fitzwilliam."

The Colonel chuckled, "She asked me to help her with you, though she will never admit it. Very well, Darcy, if you can engage Miss Bennet I shall engage Anne in your stead."

They found themselves at the front gate of the parsonage. Georgiana and Anne were just arriving as well. Together the four of them entered into the house. When the entire party had gathered into the parlor Elizabeth informed them of their destination.

"Oh brother, it has been ages since we were last there," Georgiana cried in delight.

"Colonel Fitzwilliam, would you please ride out with Anne to the path to the glade and we will meet you there. I am sure Maria will enjoy the walk. Georgiana, Mr. Darcy and I shall keep her company. Well then, shall we?" Elizabeth inquired.

The party set out down the path toward the turning to the glade. Maria was in awe of the beauty of the park. She had not explored it as had Elizabeth, until now preferring the company of her sister. Charlotte had stayed behind in order to tend to her many duties. Soon Georgiana drew ahead with Maria, imminently pleased with the divisions in the party. She could not have planned it better had she tried! Elizabeth was amused by the smug expression on her friend's face as she looked back at her. She was enjoying her walk with Darcy. The cold distance seemed to be gone again. It appeared he took real pleasure in her company.

"Have you heard from your family, Miss Bennet?" Darcy asked.

"This morning I received letters from Jane and Mary. I must say I never anticipated deriving so much pleasure from my younger sister's correspondence."

"How so, Miss Bennet?"

"Mary has changed much since you were in Hertfordshire, Mr. Darcy. I am not sure what caused such a change to occur, but it is as if she woke up a new person the day after the Ball at Netherfield. She is becoming a mature young woman and it is a pleasure to see. Much the same as it has been a great joy to see Georgiana blossom since I first met her at Pemberley."

"Miss Bennet, you may beg to differ, but I see many similarities in our sisters. The main point they have in common, though, is you."

Elizabeth blushed at such a compliment and stole a glance at Darcy's face. He was staring intently down at her. She thought she recognized the look in his eyes. Was it truly admiration? And what kind of admiration could it be? Elizabeth tuned her gaze once more to the path ahead.

"I also learned Mr. Bingley was due to arrive at Netherfield yesterday."

"I dare say Miss Bennet will be most pleased with his company." Darcy replied. Elizabeth detected no disapprobation in his voice. He appeared reconciled to his friend's choice.

They were nearing the junction of the path to the glade. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Anne had already arrived and the Colonel was tending to the horses as they prepared to join the others on foot.

"Anne, Richard, you made good time." Georgiana said in greeting.

"I am well accustomed to handling horses, Georgiana!" The Colonel answered.

A little over ten minutes later the party had made their way into the glade. Maria was delighted. The Colonel led Anne to the bench to rest while Darcy and Elizabeth laid out the blanket and food Darcy and the Colonel had brought with them. They reclined on the blanket consuming the contents of the hampers whilst Elizabeth read to them. She had brought along a copy of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night**** and proceeded to entertain them with her different rendering of the voices of each character. Darcy was charmed by her playfulness and begged to be given at least one character to read.

"Very well, you may read the part of the fool if you like for he is the wisest of them all!"

When Elizabeth and Darcy had finished to the applause of the company it was time to pack up and return. Darcy once again secured a place next to Elizabeth and the two continued on in amiable conversation all the way back to the parsonage. Before they left, Georgiana and Anne prevailed upon Elizabeth and Maria to call the next afternoon at Rosings. It was agreed and Georgiana once again returned with Anne to the great house. Darcy and the Colonel soon followed.

"You seemed to do well today, Darcy. I dare say Miss Bennet enjoyed being in your company." The Colonel began.

"It was only one day, Fitzwilliam. Let us see what tomorrow brings. Did you enjoy your time with Anne?"

"I do not believe I have ever spent that amount of time with her before. I must confess that she has continued to surprise me on this visit. I think she might finally be ready to immerge from beneath the shadow of Aunt Catherine."

Darcy saw what the Colonel could not. The Colonel was beaming when he spoke of Anne. "I believe you may be correct, Fitzwilliam. And I must say, it is about time!"

In the phaeton Georgiana quizzed Anne. "Did you enjoy your time with Richard, Anne?"

"Do I need to answer you? Yes, I enjoyed it very much. But then, I have always enjoyed any attention he has given me."

"Then I am glad Elizabeth suggested he drive you."

"Did you put that idea in her head?" Anne asked.

"No," Georgiana laughed, "I cannot claim any brilliance in that matter, it was all Elizabeth's doing. She did seem to enjoy her time with Fitzwilliam though. He seemed pleased with her as well."

"I agree. I was observing them, too. There may be hope for your scatterbrained schemes after all!"

'If you only knew how right you are, Anne!' Georgiana mused.

*The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling by Henry Fielding
**Paradise Lost by John Milton
***Paradise Regained by John Milton
****Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

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