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Chapter One

Posted on Sunday, 30 January 2005

The sun shone with such brilliance and warmth that October morning that Elizabeth could not remain indoors for a moment longer. With the approach of winter Lizzy realised she must take every opportunity to leave the house for soon it would be far too cold to venture for long beyond the front door.

Knowing her sisters were still not up and would not be for some time she imagined, she quickly donned her bonnet and Spencer and ran excitedly down the stairs. Her father, as usual, was ensconced in his library when she entered merely to inform him she was out for a walk and would probably not be back for some time.

"I'm going out for a walk Papa, it is far too beautiful a day to remain indoors. I do not know how long I will be."

"Very well, very well," he replied waving her away but with a playful smile on his face, "leave me to the little peace I shall have before your mother and sisters arise."

Lizzy did not need to be told twice. She left the house with her spirits high, how could they not be when it was such a wonderful day? She decided to take one of the long walks. She journeyed up past Lucas Lodge, around Meryton and towards the large house Netherfield that had sat in silence with no life within it for some time. She sighed to herself; it was such a pity to see such a beautiful house all alone with nobody to care for it. From her high vantage point she could discern the large red building with its elegant windows and dilapidated gardens. Suddenly a movement caught her eye and coming near the house she could spy two riders, one tall and dark riding a dark black horse and the other smaller, fairer on a chestnut horse.

Wishing not to be seen by any gentlemen she quickly stepped back and walked towards the woods on her left. It really was quite beautiful and as she walked along the bubbling stream with the birds twittering happily overhead she could not help herself. Though propriety dictated otherwise she was alone and always indulged in a spout of running when the urge overcame her. Now was no different.

She gathered up her skirts and ran freely down the lane, uncaring of her hair becoming undone or anything else. Her only wish was to feel the rush that came from running so freely and energetically through the woods. Being so enthralled in her activities and running with such speed she could not be blamed for not noticing the jagged displaced rock around the bend in the lane that would bring her out of the woods and into one of the fields surrounding it.

She gasped as she felt herself tumbling forward, only the quick reaction of her hands stopping her from falling head first into a large puddle of mud. She fell on her side, regaining somewhat from the shock, she quickly twisted around, thankful that at least she had only managed for some of the material on the side of her dress covered in mud.

She couldn't help but laugh at her situation. What would Mama say if she could see me now? She wondered in amusement. Not wishing to get any dirtier then was necessary she began to stand up but cried out when a burning pain in her right ankle forced her to reel backwards towards the ground. Quickly she pulled up the bottom of her skirts and looked in dismay and her now tattered stockings. There were two rather large gashes on her ankle and it seemed remarkably bigger then her left.

Elizabeth looked around her in a panic for some sort of help, but what help could she find in a field miles from Meryton and any sort of civilisation? Suddenly the situation did not seem as amusing. She would not be missed for some time at Longbourn since she had told her father not to expect her back early. Her anxiety increased at the thought of having to spend several hours in a field, the ground still not warmed by the sun. She shivered despite the heat of the sun and wrapped her arms around herself. She had no wish or intention of remaining there. Gingerly she began to try to get up again placing little weight on her right foot, but it was no good. With a sob and an anguished cry she collapsed onto the ground once more.

Suddenly she heard sounds. Horses. Her mind immediately reminded her of the two gentlemen she'd seen riding by Netherfield. Her moment of relief was quickly gone when she realised she was too near the sharp bend out of the woods. If they were going at any speed at all, which sounded like they were, they would have not a second before they came upon her. Quickly she tried to scramble out of the path of the horses and gave a cry to let them know of her presence. But it was not enough.

The two horses came around the bend at the same time. The fairer rider, suddenly seeing her managed to swerve out of her way, his eyes widened in shock as he saw her.

"Darcy!" he yelled towards the other man.

Elizabeth's fear was more then evident as the second rider suddenly seeing her; reared his horse up on his hind legs. "Sirius!" He commanded. The horse whinnied in agitation and as if in slow motion Elizabeth could see his large hoofs coming closer and closer towards her until with a heavy thump they landed, not an inch from her shaking form.

The rider stared in shock at her while she stared at the horse that had very nearly caused her serious injury.

Immediately she felt a presence by her side, a warm hand on her arm and she looked up into a pair of concerned blue eyes.

"Excuse me miss, are you well? Are you injured in some way?"

"Well I do not lie out in the path of racing horses for my own amusement sir." She managed to say shakily.

"Of course not, forgive me. My name is Charles Bingley; I am the new tenant at Netherfield Hall." Elizabeth's mortification rose and she coloured a deep shade of red.

"Netherfield, sir? I-I was unaware it was let at last." Some small part of her had held out the hope that were merely strangers passing through the area and after assisting her would never see her again. How wrong she was! The new tenant at Netherfield! She would be in his company often enough and she could not get over her embarrassment at such a meeting.

"Hardly surprising as I have yet to sign the lease. We were just on our way to do so Miss..." "Bennet, Elizabeth Bennet." She said quietly and he smiled happily at her, before growing concerned again at her wince of pain. Darcy dismounted his horse and stood staring at the young woman before them, his mind racing. What was she doing out here all alone? Did she realise how close she had come to nearly being trampled upon by his horse?

He did.

It had all happened so quickly, they were racing towards the fields, Bingley betting he could reach the far end before he could. He had gladly taken him up on his challenge, eager to give Sirius a good run. They had rounded a corner, and just as Bingley had yelled his name he had seen her, cowering on the ground, the shock and fear in her eyes as he instinctively reared his protesting horse attempting to turn him or back him away sufficiently enough to avoid harming her. His heart had been racing and he swore under his breath as he somehow managed to avoid the danger.

His fists clenched angrily at the thought and he wondered if she realised just how close she had come to causing some serious injury to herself. His concern and shock had quickly transformed themselves into anger at this country girl's apparent arrogant presumption that she could wander around the countryside however she pleased carefree of the hazards that surrounded her.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Bennet, but we should get you home. Where are you injured exactly?"

Elizabeth looked up at the taller, darker gentleman, Darcy she remembered, his face completely blank and indifferent. He loomed over her and she blushed as his eyes quickly scanned over her body, before focusing completely on her feet covered once again by her skirts.

His eyes met hers again. "May I?" It was the first thing he'd said to her since the unfortunate incident and she nodded wordlessly at him.

Bingley still had an arm around her, supporting her shoulders while another lay on her arm reassuringly. She was suddenly very glad that they were in such a secluded area. Heaven forbid if anyone should see her in such a familiar position with not just one, but two men! And strangers at that!

With great care Darcy lifted the material and gently pushed it up her legs exposing the painful area. He frowned when he saw the swollen ankle and the red stained stockings. He looked up at her face again, her eyes suddenly overtaking him with a deep wish to help her. "You seem to have injured your ankle quite badly Miss Bennet." He took out a pristine white handkerchief and dabbed carefully at the wounds on her ankles.

She hissed in pain, the sting of tears coming to her eyes as he took off one of her boots and holding her foot firmly in the palm of his left hand, began to move and rotate it with his right. His touch was gentle and warm but it could not distract from the pain.

"Would you care to tell us how this happened Miss Bennet?"

She looked up at him with as much dignity as she could muster. There something conceited and supercilious about his demeanour that made her dislike him. His tone of voice sounded so arrogant and condescending. "I was walking along the path from the woods when a dislodged rock unfortunately got in my way."

"How long have you been out here?" Mr. Bingley asked dismayed.

"Not long sir, merely a few moments before you arrived."

"We should be grateful for that at least!"

Satisfied with his inspection Mr. Darcy tied the handkerchief tightly around her ankle and replaced the boot on her foot but did not lace it, instead allowing it to hang open. "I do not believe it is broken Miss Bennet, but badly sprained. Those cuts will need to be properly seen to however."

"Thank you," she said hoarsely and he nodded reaching her side and placing his arms carefully around her, along with Mr. Bingley, helped her to stand up with little pain to her ankle as she laid all her weight on the gentlemen.

"Do you live nearby Miss Bennet?" Mr. Bingley asked in genuine concern.

"Longbourn sir. It is three and a half miles from here."

Why had she not gone in the opposite direction? Why had she not gone to Oakham Mount? It would have been so beautiful this morning. At least then she would not have fallen, or if she had she would not be more then a mile from her home and more likely to be assisted by someone she knew, instead of finding herself in this embarrassing situation.

"It is too far to walk Miss Bennet." Mr. Darcy said.

"Aye and as I have not yet had the opportunity to sign the lease for Netherfield, it is not open either!"

"If you could bring me as far as Meryton I will be able to stay with my aunt until word reaches my father."

"I do not think so Miss Bennet. In your condition I do not think you could walk two steps let alone two miles!" Darcy replied irritated.

Elizabeth stiffened at his words. "Then what would you suggest sir? Leave me here as you found me?" He turned his head and his dark brown eyes boring into her own. She was impertinent and fiery, this country girl, and yet he felt himself strangely drawn to her, a diversity in her from the normal women of his acquaintance. She was different and he was finding himself compelled to know her better. She clearly had a quick mind and did not seem to be the least bit intimidated that they were obviously gentlemen of some wealth. Finally tearing his eyes away from her he addressed his friend.

"Bingley, would you fetch Sirius please?"

"But Miss Bennet, she will-"

"I will take care of Miss Bennet Bingley."

Bingley carefully extracted his supporting presence from Miss Bennet as he went to fetch both horses that had wandered off to the far side of the field. Almost as soon as she felt him leave her she found herself swung up into the arms of Mr. Darcy, and she gasped in surprise and embarrassment.

"Mr. Darcy!" she cried indignantly. "This is most inappropriate behaviour!"

"You are in no position to be making comments about your modesty Miss Bennet." He replied an amused look on his face as he looked straight ahead ignoring her appalled face.

"I must insist sir that you put me down at once!"

"As you wish madam." He moved his arms as if he were about to drop her and in a fearful panic she threw her arms tightly around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder.

She raised her head again when she heard him chuckle.

"That is better Miss Bennet."

She stemmed a further cry of angry humiliation and instead contented herself with glaring at him which despite his straight, serious face, only seemed to amuse him even further.

"Madam, if this is how you treat people who are trying to help you when you are in need I would hate to see how you would treat those who have performed a disservice to you."

"I am not accustomed to being treated in this manner sir."

"I would hope not Miss Bennet."

She admitted to herself that he was right, he had done nothing but help her, but her own embarrassment and his attitude clouded her judgement and she refused to say anything more to him until they reached his horse. He gently placed her down on the ground but she was still forced to lean against him considerably to dull the hot pain in her ankle.

He looked from her to the horse and back again a thoughtful look on his face. Elizabeth's eyes widened when she realised the direction of his thoughts.

"Surely you do not intend on placing me on that thing!"

"Indeed I do."

"No, no I could not possibly..."

"Would you rather I carry you all the way?" he said gravely but his eyes dancing with humour.

Immediately she stiffened and glowered at him but when she looked at the great beast before her she bit her lip worried. In a soft voice she admitted. "I am not a great horsewoman Mr. Darcy."

"You need not worry Miss Bennet; Sirius is a gentle horse suitable for even the most inexperienced of riders. Mr. Bingley can testify to that."

"Indeed Miss Bennet," he said enthusiastically, "Sirius is one of the best horses I have ever met with, he is a lot less temperamental then my own I'm afraid." He patted the nose of his own horse affectionately and he snorted in reply. "Homer is not one for strangers, otherwise I would be glad to offer him to you."

"Well, it seems I have no choice then." She said tightly.

"Excellent." Mr. Darcy said, placing his hands on her waist. She refused to meet his eye but was surprised at the warmth she felt where his hands touched her, no man had ever touched her so intimately before. She shivered though whether it was from the slight chill in the air of the feeling of his hands she wasn't sure.

"Are you cold Miss Bennet?"

She met his gaze, her face as neutral as she could manage it. "A little sir."

Immediately he took off the long grey woollen coat and wrapped it about her shoulders.

"Sir, there is really no need!" She protested.

"Miss Bennet, are you always this difficult?"

"Yes sir, when the need arises." She replied impertinently. Elizabeth pressed her lips tightly shut and looked away as he fastened a few of the top buttons to prevent the garment from slipping off. She had to admit she did feel somewhat better for having it around her shoulders and she quietly thanked him for his consideration.

"I apologise Miss Bennet that I do not have a lady's saddle with me but if you will try to get comfortable I will walk Sirius at a slow pace." Carefully placing his hands around her waist once again he looked at her for her consent, which she reluctantly gave, before he lifted her and placed her on the large horse. She experienced a moment of alarm as she had not realised how tall the creature was. She was now looking down at Mr. Darcy, a man whose stature one would never call anything but tall!

"I shall ride on ahead Darcy and find this Longbourn and inform them what has happened."

"Oh no, no there is no need Mr. Bingley. If you would be so kind as to travel to Meryton and inform my Aunt of what has occurred I shall be well taken care of from then on. She lives in Chapel lane, number ten."

"I think not Miss Bennet," Bingley looked appalled at the suggestion; "Darcy and I are not in the habit of abandoning young ladies in distress in the nearest town! No we shall bring you home. We shall not rest easy until we know you are safe and well in you own dwelling, will we Darcy?"

"Of course not Bingley." He replied easily. "You may also wish to take into account Miss Bennet, how it would look if you were to arrive on horseback in town with no companion except for a strange man."

Frustrated and seeing no other option except to possibly ruin forever her own reputation she reluctantly agreed and informed Bingley of the whereabouts of Longbourn. As he rode off she only hoped her mother would still be in bed and that he would not have to witness her wild exclamations of feigned worry and over gratifying thanks for the safe return of her daughter.

Darcy, who had already walked for some moments in silence with the young lady, her eyes bright with anger, felt a need to give words to the thoughts that had been running through his head. Obviously she had been raised to do as she pleased, regardless of how her actions may reflect her health. Such behaviour was not appropriate for a young woman and he felt it his duty to inform her as such.

"May I enquire Miss Bennet as to what exactly you were doing traipsing around the countryside on your own?"

"I was not traipsing anywhere sir!" Her back bristled and he seemed less then pleased as he looked up at her.

"Then what would you call it madam?" he said in a deceptively cool voice.

"I was merely taking a walk Mr. Darcy; it is such a fine morning I could hardly be expected to remain indoors all day!"

"Of course not Miss Bennet, but would it have been so much trouble to ask for a companion on your constitutional since you were venturing so far from home?"

"What I do and how I behave is no concern of yours Mr. Darcy."

He stopped the horse and she looked in surprise down at him, his features dark as he looked up at her. "I can only be thankful for that Miss Bennet. However having a young sister myself I can imagine the worry your family would be going through if you had not returned."

She looked away and refused to answer him, which he seemed to take as leave to continue on his verbal tirade.

"And what pray tell Miss Bennet, would you have done had Mr. Bingley and I not happened upon you at the time?" His voice rose as his anger did. Did she not realise the imminent danger she had put herself in? He did not want to think what could have happened had they not appeared when they did. Even then she had been most fortunate, had Sirius not been such a well trained horse he dreaded to think what might have been the outcome. That it might not have been only her person that they were returning but heaven forbid, her lifeless body. His hands tightened on the reigns and he scowled at the road ahead. Did not these country women know the dangers around them? Never would he allow Georgiana to place herself in such jeopardy!

Elizabeth flushed when he finished speaking. She was loathe to admit that he was in part right. Had they not come when they did she was sure she would still be sitting there on the cold muddy ground, her skirts all around her.

An uneasy silence had settled over them and Elizabeth, unwilling to spend the journey back in such an uncomfortable position decided to change subjects and forced herself into speaking.

"You said you have a sister Mr. Darcy, did she not accompany you to Meryton?"

"No," he replied briefly, "the purpose of the journey was merely to view the estate Bingley wishes to lease; I did not feel the need to have Georgiana travel from London and from her studies for such a short amount of time."

"I see. When do you propose to return to London?"

"This afternoon, we stayed only one night in the inn in Meryton."

She sighed inwardly in relief. At least after today she would no longer have to be in his presence. She was embarrassed enough by the prospect of being in Mr. Bingley's company but to be forced into company with the self-righteous Mr. Darcy would be too much. "When does Mr. Bingley propose to reside in Netherfield?"

Darcy was slowly losing the irrational anger he had for this young woman. "He proposes to be settled by Michelmas."

"That is in less then a week!" Elizabeth said surprised.

"Yes, he may even return as shortly as the day after tomorrow. He does not do things by half measures Miss Bennet. Now that he has acquired Netherfield he has an enthusiastic desire to reside there as soon as possible."

"We shall be glad of his company in the neighbourhood I am sure."

Darcy quirked an eyebrow and a disgusted look on his face that he could not manage to keep from her view. "Yes, I am sure many of the unwed young women in the area will be glad of his company."

"Of course Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth replied airily, her spirits beginning to reassert themselves, "for do you not know that every single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife?"

Darcy arched his eyebrows as he looked up at her smiling countenance. "Indeed Miss Bennet, you are preaching to the choir. I am well aware of society's thoughts of unmarried men with a fortune."

"Is that a note of cynicism I detect in your voice Mr. Darcy? Surely not!"

"Miss Bennet, from personal experience I have no doubt that as soon as my friends presence becomes known he will have every fortune hunter and parent wishing to improve their position in society by their daughter's marriage calling upon him. I believe I have reason for being cynical if I was so."

"Mr. Darcy I hope you do not mean to imply that I was speaking for myself. However in case you are buried with such foggy thoughts allow me to enlighten you at once." Elizabeth said lightly although she enunciated each word lest he actually harbour any thoughts that she was one such fortune hunter. "I am sure Mr. Bingley is an amiable young man but I have no plans to recommend myself or any of my acquaintance to him, especially not on such a feeble and disastrous meeting, for the mere reason of his obviously having some sort of wealth."

Darcy looked startled and Lizzy looked away drawing in deep breaths. "Furthermore I would appreciate it Mr. Darcy if you could refrain from airing such remarks and in the unfortunate event that you can not control yourself to do so, perhaps you would be so kind as to wait until such a time as I am not in your presence."

"Forgive me Miss Bennet; it was not very gentlemanly of me." He replied formally, his manner stiff as he looked ahead.

"No it was not, but it somehow fails to surprise me." She said darkly.

When he refused to reply they continued on in silence and she took the opportunity to observe her rescuer. He was a well dressed man of taste without vulgarity; his attire spoke of his wealth and liking for the finest clothing without being gaudy and overly lavish. She could not deny that he was handsome with his tall stature, curly dark hair and warm brown eyes. Yet, his personality and his downright incivility make him appear less so on further acquaintance Elizabeth thought to herself, still smarting from the high handed manner in which he had treated her.

He turned and looked at her grimly, his eyebrow raised questioningly. Elizabeth turned away colouring, but breathed a sigh of relief when she realised they were nearing Longbourn.

She felt a twinge of panic and uncertainty when she realised her mother's reaction when she saw her daughter arrive on the horse of a wealthy stranger. She only hoped the majority of her excitement had occurred when Mr. Bingley had arrived at the house, but it was perhaps too much to hope that he had not witnessed it.

They had just entered the side entrance to the house when she heard her mother's high pitched voice at the door.

"Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet! She has returned at last." She hurried out of the door, her handkerchief fluttering in her hand. "Lizzy, what have you done! You have no compassion for my nerves; I was at my wits end!"

"Mama!" Elizabeth hissed wishing for just once her mother would be silent.

"How many times have I told you Miss Lizzy? You should not be running around the roads and lanes like a common ten year old boy!" Darcy looked up at her a smirk on his face and Elizabeth felt her defences rise again.

By this time Mr. Bingley, along with Mr. Bennet and two of his daughters had arrived outside.

"Oh Lizzy!" Jane said concern lacing her soft voice, "Are you badly injured? Should we send for a physician?"

"No Jane, there is no need. I merely tripped; truly it is nothing to worry about."

"I would suggest sir," Darcy interrupted, "that a physician be called to check Miss Bennet's ankle. I do not believe it is broken but I am not an expert on such matters."

"I take it then sir that you are the Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley has been telling us about?"

Darcy nodded his head briefly in acknowledgement.

"And you have been taking the liberty of checking my daughter's ankle have you sir?" Mr. Bennet asked silkily.

"Only to ascertain how badly damaged it is I assure you Mr. Bennet."

"And we thank you gratefully for that generous service Mr. Darcy!" Interrupted Mrs. Bennet. "Had it not been for your kindness Lord only knows what might have happened to our dear girl!" Here she glared at Elizabeth. "She has always been such a stubborn, headstrong girl, no sense of decorum at all!"

Mr. Bennet watched the proceedings with immense enjoyment. His wife was, as always, a great source of amusement as was the obvious distress she was inflicting on his favourite daughter.

What he found less amusing however was the sight of a strange man lifting the same daughter from the horse and actively carrying her into the house. Mary looked as disapproving of the action as her father and Lizzy was only thankful that Lydia and Kitty were nowhere to be seen, otherwise she was sure the story would be all around Meryton within the hour!

While he held her in his arms, Elizabeth mortified to be at the centre of such a commotion, the long coat that was around her fell open at the bottom and causing Mrs. Bennet's eyes to widen.

"Lord child, what have you done to you dress?! It is so covered in mud, I am sure the stain will never be let out. I believe you take a great delight in vexing me so!"

"Mama," Jane interceded, "perhaps now is not such a good time to be talking of garments when Lizzy has obviously sustained a bad fall."

"Very well, very well Jane. Show the gentleman into the room."

Elizabeth sent Jane a grateful look as her elder sister lead Mr. Darcy into the room downstairs that had been readied for their arrival after Mr. Bingley's appearance with his shocking news. Mr. Darcy, who had noted with some amusement and irritation Miss Bennet's obstinate refusal to even look at him, carefully placed Elizabeth down on the sofa and stood back up beside Mr. Bingley who had followed them into the room.

Mrs. Bennet still all aflutter from the excitement and shock continued in her overindulgent praises and thanks towards both the gentlemen much to Elizabeth and Jane's chagrin.

Mr. Darcy dealt with her praises civilly but with a tone of voice suggesting he was anxious to leave her presence whereas Mr. Bingley's gaze seemed to be drifting towards the eldest Miss Bennet, a gaze filled with much admiration.

Jane blushed at his obvious attention, Lizzy smiled indulgently and Darcy did all he could not to roll his eyes. They had been in the area less the twenty four hours and already it seemed that Bingley had lost his heart to a local beauty.

As they were leaving and making their adieus Bingley made a request.

"Ma'am, may we make a request to call upon Miss Bennet on our return to Netherfield, to see how the patient is faring?"

"Oh of course Mr. Bingley, of course! After all your dear help how could we refuse you anything! We are greatly in your debt!"

Elizabeth, who had been too shocked by hearing the obvious implication that Mr. Darcy was to return with his friend, hardly noticed her mother's exorbitant raptures. Instead she found herself staring at Mr. Darcy wide-eyed. She had assumed that once he went to London he would not return. The thought that she would be forced to endure his company did not sit well with her. He caught her staring at him and matched her look for look, although she thought she saw a moment of humour in his eyes at her discomfort.

Darcy's thoughts could not have been more different from Elizabeth's. In this country girl, he had discovered an unknown type of woman, so completely different to those he had been acquainted with in the ton, he could see in her an interesting and, he had no doubt, amusing character to study. She was an intriguing young woman that he would like to get to know further, despite how much she may dislike it. He smiled to himself as they departed the house, perhaps this village would not be without its amusements after all.

Mr. Bennet arrived in to see his favourite just as his wife was in the middle of another tirade of nerves and emotions.

"Now, now Mrs. Bennet, what is it they say every cloud has a silver lining?"

"Every cloud indeed! What nonsense you speak Mr. Bennet! Did you not see her dishevelled and all mucky, running around the place like a gypsy and in front of Mr. Bingley no less! Oh, you have no thought for our position in the community Lizzy! He must have thought you come from a family of savages!"

"Mrs. Bennet, may I remind you that at present you are probably the only of your acquaintance to even know that there is a new resident at Netherfield, let alone to have met him?"

Mrs. Bennet's eyes suddenly lit up and a smug smile curled her lips. "Yes, yes you are quite right, Mr. Bennet. I dare say even Lady Lucas and Mrs. Long are ignorant of this information."

"Indeed Mrs. Bennet, and I have the comfort of knowing that after Lizzy's little expedition today there will be no need for me to deal with the annoying society etiquette of calling on our new neighbour and letting him know of my five eligible daughters, for he has seen them for himself. Although perhaps in Lizzy's case a little less formally then we would wish?" he teased, his bushy eyebrows raised as Elizabeth blushed and lowered her head.

"Indeed Papa, a lot less formally then would be desired and I have no unease in saying that I could easily go the rest of my natural life without laying eyes on either gentleman again!"

"Pity Lizzy, for I would have recommended you to Mr. Bingley had he asked my opinion. It would have been a great comfort to me to see you settled so near by."

"Recommend Lizzy! Do not be absurd Mr. Bennet!" His wife interrupted loudly. "Did you not see how immediately he admired our dear Jane, why he could barely keep his eyes off her!"

"Mama!" Jane implored quietly, her cheeks quite scarlet, much to Mr. Bennet's amusement.

"Well Mrs. Bennet, we shall see which, if any, of our daughters Mr. Bingley should be interested in. Now if you will excuse, I will return to my library. I have sent for the physician, as a precaution, I am sure he will arrive soon enough. And if any of my other daughter's should end up in the arms of strange gentlemen, I would pray you not to disturb me, for I believe I have had enough such excitement for one day! And perhaps Mrs. Bennet, you would wish to convey this latest piece of news of our new neighbour to your sister or one of your equally talkative friends."

"I believe it may be my duty to do so Mr. Bennet."

"Then let us not hold you back a moment longer madam!" He declared holding the door open for his wife as she preceded him out the door. Lizzy gave her father a grateful smile and he winked jovially at her before he too disappeared behind the closed door.

Elizabeth sighed, finally left alone with Jane, whom she knew would never tease her as mercilessly as her father.

She sat back in the cushions, bonnet discarded, only then realising she still had Mr. Darcy's coat wrapped around her. She sat up and Jane helped her out of it and her Spencer.

"Are you sure you are not badly injured Lizzy? Your ankle looks very bad indeed."

Elizabeth grimaced as Jane removed the open boot and placed her foot on a number of piled up cushions.

"Truly Jane, it is only a bad sprain, all I need is a few days rest and I will be myself again."

"You were most fortunate Lizzy the gentlemen came along when they did. I would not like to think of how long you would have been forced to wait out there all alone without anyone to care for you."

"Yes, I suppose you are right Jane, but I cannot help but wish it had been somebody of our acquaintance who had come to my aid."

"Oh Lizzy, they were very kind to take care of you as they did, and they appear to be quite amiable." "You are very good Jane, but I'm afraid I am not. I found Mr. Darcy most disagreeable."

Jane raised her eyebrows inquisitively. "How so Lizzy?"

"I had barely made his acquaintance for ten minutes before he began lecturing me on the improprieties of my actions and how wanton my behaviour was to dare presume to go for a walk by myself."

Jane, surprised by her sister's indignant outburst and this instant dislike of Mr. Darcy, replied steadily. "He seems a good sort of man Lizzy, perhaps a little quiet, but he did you a great service."

"Yes and he carried it out in such a way as to ensure I knew how I had inconvenienced him!"

"Lizzy that is unkind! He has been so good as to help you when you were in need, I will be forever thankful to him for it and do not believe I shall ever be able to think ill of him as you obviously do."

Lizzy shook her head and smiled. "Forgive me Jane, but since you are so determined to think so well of him at least it will give me leave to think a little badly of him!"

Jane smiled and squeezed her sister's hand affectionately.

"If you had truly inconvenienced him Lizzy, why would he call on you when he returns?"

"If you remember Jane it was not Mr. Darcy but Mr. Bingley who made the request, and I believe," her eyes sparkled as she teased her sister, "he did so more out of a wish of seeing you than I."

Jane blushed and averted her gaze from her sister. "You must not speak so Lizzy. I am sure Mr. Bingley is concerned for you."

"As am I Jane, he was very considerate of me...but I believe your presence will be an added incentive for the visit."

"Oh Lizzy!" Jane laughed lightly at her sister shaking her head. "Must you take such joy from teasing me?"

"Yes Jane, and you may have to get used to it for I fear it may be the only thing I shall be allowed to do for the next day or so, and I do not believe I shall be able to resist temptation once Mr. Bingley has called!"

A knock sounded on the door and Hill entered, curtsying.

"Dr Warner is here to see Miss Elizabeth."

"Thank you Hill, please show him in." Jane said standing to greet their visitor.

It was a short exam, and Elizabeth noted dejectedly that his touch was not quite as gentle as Mr. Darcy's. Dr Warner removed Darcy's handkerchief and prodded and moved her foot in every direction asking her how much pain she felt when she moved it. She was tense trying not to voice the pain she felt but he could see it in her countenance. Eventually he pronounced, just as Mr. Darcy had, that it was a bad sprain and ordered her to stay off her ankle for at least four days and gave Jane a cream for the abrasions on her foot.

Elizabeth sighed when he left. It seemed as if the next four days were going to be very long indeed.

Chapter Two

Posted on Tuesday, 8 February 2005

Being confined within the house may have helped Elizabeth's ankle heal but it did nothing for her state of mind or her nerves. Only when she was forced to remain indoors, barely allowed out of her room, did she begin to sympathise with her mother's nerves. Her mother and younger sisters were constantly twittering and talking loudly of subjects with little substance. All except Jane seemed to be a vexatious to her lately.

Her mother continued to admonish her for her rash behaviour while crowing over her neighbours and friends that she had the opportunity to meet the new resident of Netherfield Hall. She none too subtly punctuated her speech now and then with expression of his wealth and many charms. She was also heard to say on more than one occasion that he had seemed to have a particular partiality for her eldest daughter.

Only Jane's calming presence, Elizabeth was sure, stopped her from going completely insane. Elizabeth soon also came to identify with her father's position in the household. She often wondered how he would fare if his two eldest daughters ever got married since, besides herself, Jane seemed to be the only member of her family who could speak two words of sense put together. She had seen little of her Papa since he was, as normal, established in his library, surrounded by his books as a means of escaping from his family. She never realised before just how much time he spent cooped up in the small, cosy room.

On the third day of her respite, having been forced to remain in her room far too long, Lizzy felt the determination to leave the four walls before she did indeed go quite mad. With the aid of a walking stick and her ever loving sister Jane, she appeared downstairs and entered into the sitting room.

She smiled when she found not only her mother but Lady Lucas with her daughter, Charlotte - a great friend of Lizzy's.

"Charlotte!" Elizabeth exclaimed, slowly managing her way to the vacant seat beside her friend.

The three girls exchanged the normal greetings and pleasant inquiries before Jane was asked by her mother to ring the bell for tea and sit with the two elder women. She smiled tightly and complied with her mother's wishes.

Elizabeth watched her leave with compassion, but she was far too delighted to have finally left the room that had seemed like a prison the past two days to dwell long on her sister's discomfort and instead directed her attention to her friend beside her.

"Oh, you do look pale Lizzy!" Charlotte looked over her friend worriedly, her sharp eyes taking in every feature.

"It is from remaining indoors too long," Lizzy replied exasperatedly, "yet I have no choice. The doctor announced I was not to put any weight on my ankle for at least four days, and I had quite an argument with Jane for even attempting to stand up this morning, so the idea of even venturing outside the front door is out of the question! I do not believe even Jane's good temperament will allow me to leave the house! She has a will of iron when she wishes."

"I have always harboured a belief that Jane is not always as good as she seems. I admit I would be curious to see her when she has her mind set on something."

"Indeed you would not if you were on the receiving end of it Charlotte," Lizzy replied laughingly. "But it is so wonderful to finally be up and about again! Admittedly with the aid of a stick, but even so, it is certainly preferable to being forced to remain in one position while Mama rants about my deplorable behaviour or Hill's tardiness in doing laundry." Elizabeth smiled at her. "Since I am trapped inside all the time, Charlotte, I am relying on you to inform me of all the recent happenings in Meryton. Lydia and Kitty only talk of the trifling dealings with the officers."

Charlotte smiled. "I can well imagine, but if you really must know Lizzy, all of Meryton is talking about nothing else but the arrival of Mr. Bingley and his £5,000 a year."

"Of course," Lizzy replied wryly, "a young man with a large fortune, what else could we need?"

"Seven young gentlemen in possession of large fortunes?"

"Oh?"

"It is reported that while Mr. Bingley has arrived with only one other gentleman, he is expecting a larger party of family and friends to arrive in a day or so, it appears there will be seven gentlemen and twelve ladies."

"Entirely too many ladies," Elizabeth remarked easily.

"Yes, it does not bode well for all the single young women in town, but you Lizzy have an advantage over us there!"

Elizabeth cringed as she looked at her smiling friend. "Does all of Meryton know of my ... predicament and their involvement?"

"It may surprise you to hear Eliza, but your mother has not been as vocal as you may have thought. While the entire town is aware of your fall, it is generally believed to have occurred quite close to Longbourn when the gentlemen were admiring the area surrounding Netherfield. They happened upon you only a short distance from Longbourn. Not more then a few hundred yards."

"Oh?" Elizabeth's eyebrows arched in interest. Perhaps her mother's fear of damaging any prospects of attaining at least one of the gentlemen had been the secret, after all these years, of encouraging her to become more discreet.

"Yes, and I believe there is no mention of mud or you being carried in another man's arms."

Lizzy coloured a rosy pink. "Then how, pray tell, are you aware of it?"

"Jane informed me of the true nature of the incident that afternoon when I called over but you were indisposed at the time. She did not mean to tell, but as you know, Jane's powers to deceive are sadly lacking, and I was too concerned for your well-being to ignore her ill attempts at trickery."

"Yes, deception does not sit well with Jane, she is entirely too honest!"

"Indeed, but I must admit Elizabeth, I am curious. What is Mr. Bingley like? All we ever hear of is his fortune and availability."

Elizabeth smiled as Jane chose that moment to turn to look at them, her attention obviously caught by the gentleman's name. She blushed when she realised what she'd done and returned her attention to her mother's conversation with Lady Lucas. Or at least pretended to.

"I have not been long in his company Charlotte, but I believe him to be everything that is good and amiable. He seemed truly concerned by my injury and could not do enough to help. He is charming without being insincere and attentive without being overly so." Elizabeth frowned and said darkly. "Not like his friend."

Charlotte regarded her with a wary curiosity. "Oh? Would this be Mr. Darcy you are speaking of?"

"Yes," Lizzy replied with agitation, "you know of him?"

Charlotte shrugged. "All I know of Mr. Darcy is that he owns a rather large and beautiful estate in Derbyshire with at least £10,000 pounds a year."

Lizzy's eyes widened. "£10,000 pounds! I ... am all astonishment. I presumed he was a man of some fortune ... £4,000 or £5,000 perhaps but ... I had no idea his wealth was so vast."

"Does his £10,000 pounds make him a little less repulsive Lizzy?" Charlotte teased, gently smiling mischievously at her friend.

Elizabeth shook her head laughing. "There is not enough money in the world to make him more agreeable Charlotte."

"He may yet improve on further acquaintance Elizabeth," Charlotte advised wisely. "Although from the way some of the servants at Netherfield speak of him I believe he is perceived as believing himself somewhat above his current neighbours in Hertfordshire."

Elizabeth barely contained an unladylike snort; much like Lydia would have done, and replied in a low but angry tone, "It is more than just a perception Charlotte, believe me! He is all that is haughty and arrogant and honestly believes that his time in Meryton will be spent trying to fight off country fortune hunters!"

"I am surprised Elizabeth, you speak your opinion on him very decidedly after only one meeting."

"One meeting is all I needed Charlotte, and I would be happy if it were the only one we were to have, but I believe both he and Mr. Bingley may call to the house within a few days."

"Perhaps he is not as bad as you think Lizzy." Charlotte tried to soothe her friend's distress. "Consider, he must have been in some shock when they came upon you, it is not often he would come across an injured young woman on the ground I daresay."

Elizabeth chewed her lip absently, thinking out loud. "That could be true I suppose, his horse did almost trample me."

Charlotte's eyebrows shot up, but she said nothing to this previously unreleased piece of information.

"But then that does not explain why he was so disapproving of me," she argued, turning to her friend. "Honestly Charlotte, you should have heard him, chastising me like a wayward five-year-old who had stolen treats from the pantry!"

Charlotte looked amused. "I believe I already admire him Lizzy, if he was brave enough to face your displeasure," she paused to take a breath, "but I doubt very much Elizabeth, if Mr. Darcy is used to seeing young women walking about without a companion."

"True. He mentioned he had a sister and I am sure he would never allow her to act in such a manner. It would not surprise me if he were to keep her under lock and key!"

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at her friend's frustrated sigh. She suddenly found herself looking forward to the Assembly in Meryton, if only to get a good look at the man who had vexed her friend so.

"Be that as it may Eliza, I believe I shall reserve judgement until I have had a chance to meet with the estimable Mr. Darcy, for I know you will have prejudiced me against him by the end of this visit!"

"Charlotte, there is no need for me to do so I assure you. After one conversation, nay one look at him, you will able to see for yourself his conceited, disdainful personality."

"We shall see, Lizzy," Charlotte remarked.

"Charlotte." Miss Lucas looked up at her mother who was readying to leave.
She turned to Lizzy and hugged her before standing up. "Take care Elizabeth. I shall see you soon"

"I will Charlotte." Lizzy promised as she waved her friend goodbye.

Darcy found himself trying to dampen the anticipation he felt in finally returning to Hertfordshire with Charles Bingley. Originally he had been meant to travel with Bingley's sisters and brother-in-law, but the prospect of travelling with Caroline Bingley and his impatience to return to the small country community had drastically changed his plans.

Instead he found himself in Netherfield Hall five days before he was meant to arrive with a desire, he tried his best to ignore, to visit the small estate of Longbourn and call upon a certain impudent brunette with fine eyes.

Society rules alone dictated that he could not call upon her at the first instant he set foot upon Hertfordshire soil, as much as he might wish to do so. However, his enthusiasm had been some cause of concern for himself, the last thing he needed was to become involved with a young woman who may demand more of him than he was willing or able to give.

To punish himself for the treacherous thoughts of late, he removed himself from the one thing he'd wanted the most - her presence. Although doing so did prove a bit of a difficulty with Bingley so desirous to meet with the Bennet sisters again. However, the many details and jobs that had to be seen to around the house had distracted him for some time.

This resolve, however, seemed to weaken on only the second morning of their arrival, when finding Bingley had business all day with his steward and would not be in the house, Darcy had found himself with little to do. He had written to his sister and cousin only the night before and did not seem to be able to find anything to read in Bingley's limited library that would hold his interest.

Standing at the window for some time he came to the conclusion that a good ride on Sirius would eat up a majority of his afternoon.

He retired to his room and summoned his valet to get the necessary clothing. He had just donned his black coat, admittedly not one of his favourites, when he turned to his valet frowning.

"James, where is my-" He suddenly stopped and a smile covered his face.

His grey woollen coat. Now he remembered why he had not worn it of late, because it was not in his possession.

"Sir?" The valet, as attentive as ever, stood by his master ready to attend to his every need.

"It does not matter James. I shall be back before supper."

"Very well sir."

Darcy strode down the hall with purpose. Perhaps on his ride he would inexplicably find himself in the vicinity of Longbourn? Since he had an actual, legitimate purpose in going there, it would not be the same as if he were going just to see Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Bingley need never know it was his plan to visit, besides he was very busy sorting out his estate. It would be inconsiderate to tear him away from it after he had finally settled down to the task. The fact that waiting for Bingley to ready himself would cause an additional delay was, of course, no reason at all.

Elizabeth and Jane sat in the morning parlour each engrossed in a book and embroidery respectively.

Hill knocked timidly at the door and entered after being begged by Jane.

"Uh, excuse me Miss."

"Yes Hill, what is it?"

"Well, it is just ... that is,"

"Hill?" Elizabeth sat up straighter, curious at their faithful housekeeper's obvious agitation. "Has something happened?"

"No, Miss Elizabeth, it is just that," she produced the handkerchief that Darcy had wrapped around Lizzy's ankle and handed it to her, "Mr. Darcy's handkerchief. I've tried my best miss, but I cannot remove the stain."

"I'm sure Mr. Darcy will understand, Hill." Jane smiled encouragingly at the woman.

"Yes, Hill," Elizabeth agreed. "Do not trouble yourself. I shall take care of this myself."

"Very well, Miss." Hill bobbed a curtsey and quickly left the room.

"You do not think Mr. Darcy would seriously be angered at the loss of a handkerchief, do you Lizzy?"

"No, no Jane, and if he is, then he shall have it if he so desires. I care very little if Mr. Darcy is so petty as to hold a piece of cloth against us."

She fingered the material curiously. It was very fine. The material was soft to the touch and the dark green thread around the edges and the small flowers in the corners were exquisitely stitched, dictating a woman's touch, and one with much more experience in the art than Elizabeth or any of her sisters. His mother or sister perhaps? Elizabeth mused to herself. The pristine whiteness was ruined by a dull stain of faded red, almost turning to brown, and as her eyes traced the decoration on the material her eye was immediately drawn to the intertwining letters in one corner.

"FD," she whispered to herself.

"Lizzy?" Her sister raised curious eyes to her.

"FD," she said louder. "Mr. Darcy's first name begins with an F."

"Frederick?" Jane replied playfully.

"I don't think so Jane," she replied lightly, "he does not look like a Frederick. Although I can think of many words beginning with 'F' that I could use to describe him! Forward, facetious, fastidious ... I could go on Jane."

"Elizabeth that is unkind." Jane shook her head smiling as she concentrated again on a particularly difficult stitch. "I do not believe I shall ever be able to understand your dislike for the man."

Before Elizabeth could reply, Hill once again entered announcing the arrival of the very gentleman they'd been speaking of. Lizzy looked in surprise as Jane told her to let him enter and quickly stuffed his handkerchief in her pocket lest he see her with it and draw any erroneous conclusions.

She stood up and winced a little at the ache. Although the pain had dulled substantially with the rest she had been forced to endure, when she moved quickly she could still feel the sharp twinge. Ignoring it, she quickly straightened her dress and steeled herself for his entrance.

His appearance was impeccable as always though he seemed somewhat surprised when he saw only the two eldest Miss Bennets.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth." He bowed to each in turn and they curtsied in return.

"Will you not have a seat Mr. Darcy?" Jane indicated smiling.

"Thank you, yes." He sat down uncomfortably. "I hope Miss Elizabeth, you are recovering from the unfortunate events on our last encounter?" he addressed Elizabeth and though he seemed grave and serious she thought she could faintly see a touch of teasing in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Darcy, I thank you. I am much better, though still not quite back to my usual self."

He seemed to say no more and Jane made a few inquiries as to both his and Mr. Bingley's stay in the country. Soon having exhausted the frivolities of conversation they had sat for a few minutes in silence. Lizzy could not but wonder at his grave disposition before the door was opened heralding the arrival of Mrs. Bennet and her two youngest daughters. The faces of her two youngest betrayed their excitement and interest at finally having the opportunity to meet one of the two young, and more importantly rich, gentlemen residing at Netherfield.

"Oh Mr. Darcy, what a pleasure it is to see you again! And so considerate of you to call upon us so soon after your arrival," she paused and looked about the room as if searching for a mouse scurrying along the skirting board, "you did not bring Mr. Bingley with you?"

"No Mrs. Bennet, I'm afraid he had some estate business to see to."

"Well be sure to tell him, Mr. Darcy, that he will always be welcome here, he need not wait for an invitation. I am sure we will be able to entertain him well enough on short notice." She couldn't help but look over at Jane, who flushed in embarrassment.

Darcy tipped his head in acknowledgement but remained silent.

"Mr. Darcy, I do not believe you've had the opportunity to meet the rest of my daughters?"

"No, I have not had that pleasure."

Mrs. Bennet pushed her two youngest forward. "This is my youngest but one Catherine, and this is my youngest Lydia. Smile girls!"

Elizabeth was mortified at her mother's displays, she had hardly been in the room for five minutes and already she was making a spectacle of herself.

Darcy took the hands of each young lady and bowed over them. Kitty seemed too much intimidated and in awe of him to do much more then murmur a quiet greeting. Unfortunately the same could not be said about Lydia. She stepped forward eagerly and smiled coquettishly at him, her eyelashes fluttering madly at him.

"Good morning, Mr. Darcy," she said sweetly. "I hope you are enjoying your stay in our small town?"

While he was used to having young ladies attempt to recommend themselves to him, Darcy seemed quite at a loss on how to deal with one so young and making no endeavour to disguise her amateurish attempts.

"Yes, Miss Lydia as of yet I have little to complain of." He stepped back and they all sat down.

Elizabeth would have been amused at her sister's actions, had she believed it would be the only occurrence. However, she was aware of the impropriety of Lydia's actions and knew there was a very real possibility it would only grow more inappropriate as time went on. Lydia was not known for her subtlety.

Unfortunately, she was dismayed to see her mother's mind clearly turning in wild and unwise directions as well. To have Bingley married to Jane and Lydia to Mr. Darcy? Why Mrs. Bennet could hardly imagine anything more enjoyable, neither did it seem unlikely that her mind would already be heading in that vein. Elizabeth knew her mother was capable of practically planning a wedding on less evidence than what she had just witnessed.

"Ring the bell for tea, Lydia," Mrs. Bennet ordered.

"No," Mr. Darcy answered quickly with a note of ill disguised panic, much to the surprise of the young ladies, and he sat up straighter and regained his composure, "I thank you ma'am but I am unable to stay long. In truth I ... merely happened to be in the area and visited on the off chance that I would be able to retrieve my coat that I had allowed Miss Elizabeth to borrow."

"Oh. Kitty go run and get Hill to fetch Mr. Darcy's coat."

Kitty left with great haste, eager to be out of the room, leaving the rest of them in silence.

"Will you be attending the Assembly on Saturday evening Mr. Darcy?" Lydia asked boldly.

"Assembly?"

"Oh yes, it has been so long since we've had a ball." She pouted childishly before her eyes took on a dreamy quality. "I do so long for a ball, there is little as pleasurable as dancing, do you not think sir?"

"I am afraid I do not have a great love for the activity."

Lydia sat back as if he'd physically hit her in the face, any intentions she may have had regarding the gentleman quickly vanishing. She looked quite disgusted. "Not like dancing!"

Jane sent Elizabeth an alarmed look.

Lizzy, well aware of her younger sister's inappropriate behaviour and the uncomfortable feelings of the majority of the persons present, interrupted her sister and attempted to divert the gentleman's attention.

"We understand, Mr. Darcy, that Mr. Bingley is intending to receive a large party of friends. Do you have any idea on when to expect their arrival?"

"Yes, his sisters and Mr. Hurst should arrive within a few days."

"That is all the company he is expecting?" Mrs. Bennet pressed. "We had heard there would be several gentlemen."

"I am afraid you have been deceived Mrs. Bennet. Our party will be complete with the arrival of Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst."

"Oh." Mrs. Bennet's spirits were obviously deflated. She had cherished the hope that with the arrival of seven wealthy gentlemen there would be ample opportunity of at least two of them finding a wife among her daughters.

They sat again in silence for some time before Kitty returned with Mr. Darcy's coat. He stood up and quickly retrieved it, thanking her for her trouble.

She backed away from him and smiled weakly. Quickly, he made his adieus and, with a final wary glance at Lydia, left.

As soon as the door was closed Elizabeth's sister's barrage began. "He does not like dancing? What kind of person does not like to dance? What a bore he must be, it is little wonder he is as old as he is without a wife. What woman who enjoys life would have him?" Lydia said in wonderment and disgust.

Mrs. Bennet nodded along solemnly. "Indeed Lydia, but he would still be a great catch; with his fortune a woman would be willing to put up with a great deal."

"I should certainly not," she replied stoutly.

"Lydia," Elizabeth replied, ashamed and angry that her mother would not reprimand her youngest daughter on such wanton behaviour. "Your behaviour towards Mr. Darcy was completely inappropriate."

"Oh Lizzy!" she replied in exasperation. "You need not worry; I do not believe I shall ever be bothered to speak with the man again. Imagine how intolerably tedious his conversation must be."

Shocked at her sister's words and her complete insensibility as to her actions, Elizabeth could feel her anger rise but remained as calm as she could manage, knowing no good could come out of admonishing her sister. "Lydia, I am glad to hear that, but in the future you should take care not to act so wantonly and with such a lack of propriety!"

Jane laid an arm on Elizabeth's arm. "Lydia, I believe Lizzy is right. It does not do to act so forward towards a gentleman you have only just met."

"What should I care what Mr. Darcy thinks of me?"

"You would care well enough if he made your character known as the most determined flirt and fortune hunter he's ever met!" Elizabeth implored trying to speak to some semblance of sense her sister must possess somewhere in her head.

"Elizabeth Bennet!" Her mother reprimanded her strongly. "You will not speak to your sister so. She was merely being friendly, and I am sure Mr. Darcy saw nothing more in her attention. You should thank your sister, for I am sure we would have only sat in silence otherwise."

Lizzy pressed her lips tightly together and looked away while Lydia smiled triumphantly and suggested to Kitty they walk to their Aunt Phillips.

That night Elizabeth retired to her room earlier than she was normally wont to do. She closed her eyes as she lay down on her bed still fully clothed. Why had she been so angry with her younger sister? True, her sister had acted most unsuitably but with her normal disposition Elizabeth would have paid little heed to her and found Mr. Darcy's reaction amusing. Thinking back on the expression on his face now, she could not help but laugh a little. Nevertheless, she had felt uneasy and uncomfortable with her sister acting so in his presence.

Her memory suddenly conjured up her quite heated discussion with him when he had practically accused her and the other women in the town of being interested only in his wealth and property. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks when she realised it was her own sister that had disclaimed her words. It was an uncomfortable position to be in.

Tiredly, she sat up and changed into her nightgown. As she was laying her gown down, she suddenly remembered the handkerchief she'd placed inside. Retrieving the material, she studied it again by candlelight, it certainly was beautifully stitched. Once again she wondered what the 'F' stood for. Laughing at her own silly behaviour she folded up the material and buried it deep in her chest of drawers to be forgotten.

As she blew out her candle and snuggled under her bed covers, she wondered if her recent thoughts and behaviour were a sign that she had indeed gone quite insane.

The following morning both gentlemen left to call upon the family at Longbourn. As they journeyed towards the small village, Darcy risked a look at his friend, happy to see him in better spirits then he had been the previous evening.

When he had finally arrived back at Netherfield, he had found Bingley waiting for him in the library. On hearing his arrival, Bingley had emerged from the room frowning. His displeasure only increased when he saw the large coat Darcy was carrying.

"Ah, I see then Darcy you have returned. How did you find the countryside?" He practically glared at the offending article of clothing in Darcy's possession.

Darcy stood rooted to the spot feeling a small measure of guilt for his abandonment of his friend. "Bingley! I had not thought you would be finished with your steward yet," he stopped speaking but when his friend refused to say any more found himself forced to continue, "I was exercising Sirius and, quite by chance, found myself in the vicinity of Longbourn. I thought I'd take the opportunity of retrieving my coat."

"I do not see, Darcy, why you could not have waited for me," Bingley replied impatiently. "Had you informed me of your intention to visit upon the Bennets, I would have willingly joined you."

"I had not intended to call at Longbourn, Bingley," Darcy reminded him, "it was merely by chance." And so it was, he tried to assuage his guilt, in an accidentally planned sort of way.

Bingley frowned but decided against arguing with his friend any longer. "I see. How is Miss Bennet?"

"She seems to be in good spirits, her ankle appears to be healing tolerably well."

"Good," Bingley said clasping his hands behind his back, "good. And her sisters? They are all well."

Darcy could have laughed at his friend's barely concealed interest. "Yes, Miss Jane Bennet made some inquiries as to your enjoyment in the region so far."

"Really?" Bingley's eyes lit up and Darcy struggled not to smile at his enthusiasm. "Yes. I also had the opportunity to meet with the two youngest as well. They are quite different. The youngest especially, Miss Lydia, is almost in every way an exact copy of her mother. She seems more preoccupied with money, marriage and dancing then any other lady I've ever met."

"I'm sure she is very agreeable." Bingley replied diplomatically.

Darcy chuckled as he walked towards the main staircase. "We shall see if you find her so agreeable after you have met with her Bingley!" he called out to his friend.

Darcy was not surprised when Bingley announced his intention of calling on Longbourn at breakfast the following morning.

"You may accompany me if you like Darcy."

Darcy kept his eyes focused on the newspaper in front of him as he replied in the affirmative. His nonchalant reply concealed well his differing feelings, but the anticipation he felt on visiting ruled over any uneasiness he may have felt.

Now as they neared their destination, Darcy wondered about the suitability of calling two mornings in a row. He did not wish to encourage any false hopes in Mrs. Bennet or any of her daughters. He shuddered at the thought of Mrs. Bennet's jubilation should any of her daughters marry a man of wealth or superior position in society.

They were shown into the small morning parlour where they found Mrs. Bennet and all her daughters sitting. Mary Bennet had her nose stuck in a book and merely inclined her head in greeting. Jane Bennet and Lizzy were talking quietly among themselves while Lydia and Kitty were making up a new bonnet.

"Oh Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy! How wonderful it is to see you again."

Darcy tried to hold back a grimace at having to listen to this woman's exclamations again. Instead, he took the opportunity to study the small morning room in which he presently found himself; he had not seemed to have the opportunity the previous morning, since he had been so preoccupied with not openly staring at Miss Elizabeth.

It was a comfortable room, not richly furnished as their income would not allow any lavish furniture, but it was warm and inviting. Even if some of the occupants were not quite so.

"How do you do, Mrs. Bennet?" Bingley replied good naturedly. "We have come to inquire after the patient."

"Oh she is a vast deal better, aren't you Lizzy? She is not one to take to the sickbed, but it is very kind of you to call. We had thought you were going to shun us, since we had heard you arrived in the country some days ago, but Mr. Darcy assured us just yesterday that was not the case."

Darcy placed his hands behind his back and moved to stand before the large window overlooking the park. He was acutely aware of the embarrassment on the faces of the two eldest of Mrs. Bennet's daughters. Her youngest seemed as oblivious to her crassness as she was.

"Er, yes, yes, but I, I found I had some estate business that could not be delayed."

"Of course. Well you're here now." She sat down and invited the gentlemen to do likewise.

"Thank you ma'am but I'd much rather stand," Darcy replied coldly, earning him a reproving look from the mother.

"Very well, as you wish sir," Mrs. Bennet replied, obviously affronted by the gentleman's person.

"Mr. Bingley," Elizabeth interrupted lest her mother decide to enter into some sort of argument with Mr. Darcy, "how are you finding Meryton so far? Are you settling in well?"

"I do not believe I've ever met such charming and delightful people in all my life," he replied enthusiastically. "Everyone has been so helpful and considerate, no sense of stuffy unnecessary manners or the like. I believe I may safely say I would be quite content to spend the rest of my life in Hertfordshire."

Darcy turned his head a little to hear his friend and frowned when he saw him smiling quite openly at the eldest Miss Bennet. He suddenly noticed he too was under the scrutiny of someone else. Turning, he approached Miss Elizabeth Bennet, who had by that time diverted her gaze to some embroidery sitting by her side.

"How are you Miss Bennet? Have you improved much since yesterday?"

"A little sir, I am sure I will return to full health in no time."

"You have not yet been able to go scampering around the country then?"

Her eyes burned brightly with indignation as she looked up at him again but then narrowed as if trying to determine quite what he was about.

"No, Mr. Darcy, not as of yet, but you need not fear. The next time I go traipsing around the countryside, you may be sure I will do so in the opposite direction to Netherfield."

Mr. Darcy raised an eyebrow and turned back towards the window, finding himself wanting to continue his conversation with Miss Elizabeth but not trusting himself to. In that moment he knew with almost absolute certainty that if he wasn't careful this girl could bewitch him entirely. And he could not allow that to happen.

He had responsibilities; he needed a wife of high society, not only for himself but for Georgiana as well. He had no need to marry for money as his cousin had, but he did need to marry a woman of good breeding, and in this Miss Elizabeth was seriously lacking.

Tea was eventually brought in and Mr. Darcy was at last forced to sit down. He was determined that he would occupy a chair furthest away from Miss Elizabeth but he was both dismayed and elated to discover the only unoccupied seat was by her side.

Mr. Bingley was eagerly speaking with the eldest Miss Bennet and occasionally Mrs. Bennet, who could not bear to be left out of the conversation and meant to ensure that Mr. Bingley was encouraged in the direction of her daughter.

The younger Miss Bennets were all too much in awe or disdainful of Mr. Darcy to venture into conversation with him, and so Lydia and Kitty spoke among themselves of the latest news of the militia and at times entered into conversation with Mr. Bingley and Jane, while Mary merely observed her younger sisters with something akin to disdain.

Elizabeth felt herself once again being forced to make conversation with Mr. Darcy, lest they remain in intolerable silence for the duration of his visit.

"Mr. Darcy, you did not mention that your sister would be a member of the party Mr. Bingley is expecting."

"No, I did not think it appropriate for her to come at present. She is still immersed in her studies. I am loath to part her from them."

They lapsed into silence again and she inwardly sighed in dismay. Why had he bothered coming this second day if only to sit in silence and irk her? Though perhaps, she mused, that is his objective in coming to visit us. Seeing he was not willing to make an effort, she tried one last time on her own part. "I believe you told me she is interested in music?"

"Yes, that is correct. Georgiana takes a great delight in music and is very proficient. She is a dedicated student of the pianoforte. It is sometimes hard to tear her away from her instrument." He smiled at the thought and Lizzy could not help but smile back at the affection he expressed in his tone of voice, nor could she help but note that his smile made him look almost handsome. In fact she believed it was the only time he had spoken more then ten words together. With the exception of when he feels the need to lecture one, she thought ironically.

He seemed to recollect himself and sensed she was leaving him with the task to make any further attempts at conversing. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I, I understand one of your own sisters is partial to the instrument."

"Yes," she glanced towards Mary, who was ignorant of their attention. "Mary...tries very hard; she is fond of the instrument but spends the majority of her time reading. She is most attentive to religious studies," Lizzy added smiling wryly.

"You disapprove of her attentiveness to her studies?" Darcy inquired curiously.

Lizzy looked back at him, immediately thinking he was once again trying to bait her but was determined to disappoint him.

"Indeed I do not Mr. Darcy. All too often it seems that women are not as informed as they should be."

"As they should be? Do you have a certain level you believe women should be educated to?"

"No, Mr. Darcy, it is society that dictates that. It is a sad fact, but one all the same."

"I am afraid I cannot agree with you there, Miss Bennet. Women are taught many of the things required of them to be happy in life. They learn of music, painting, embroidery, they learn to speak foreign languages, and have always books available to them should they wish to expand their minds further. Is that not ample opportunity for young women to improve themselves?"

Elizabeth shook her head almost laughing at him.

"Mr. Darcy, I claim not to know the level of education a woman should receive, it is members of your own sex that dictate such. You credit us with learning things that you deem proper for us to. You may very well object, but I believe I would be very surprised if you did not find the idea of a woman who was interested in politics and had opinions on the subject uneasy company for you."

Mr. Darcy shifted uncomfortably. "I will not agree to that Miss Bennet, however I will admit that I have yet to meet such a woman. I cannot recall any such woman in my acquaintance throughout my life in fact; they have no interest in the subject."

"Only because they are not allowed to. You claim that a woman may learn of any subject she wishes by reading; but you seem to forget that we are discouraged from certain subjects that men believe are beyond our capacity to understand. But still there are women who would have the intellect and thirst for such knowledge but have not the means of gaining it." She paused for a moment smiling disarmingly at him. "We do not all have extensive reading resources at our disposal, Mr. Darcy. We are encouraged to learn and enjoy activities which our fathers and brothers deem suitable. I would imagine this is especially true of the higher classes, where a woman's sole objective seems to be to learn to entice and engage a suitable husband!"

"And is this not true of your own circle?" Darcy's eyes unconsciously strayed to her mother and youngest sister. Lizzy blushed at his implication, a certain ire rising within her.

"Perhaps," she admitted. "But is it not the wish of every mother to see their daughters happily settled? And when a family's inheritance is entailed away to a distant family member because she could not bear a son ... does that not add a certain urgency to the quest?" She spoke with such warmth and passion that Darcy was reluctant to interrupt her, instead happy to allow himself the pleasure of being in her company and commandeering her full attention.

She bit her lip and ducked her head from him. "I fear, Mr. Darcy, I should apologise to you for my sister's behaviour yesterday. I can make no excuse for her except to say that she is very young and still quite naïve as to the proper behaviour needed in making new acquaintances. She has such high spirits; they sometimes run away with her."

"Do not make yourself uneasy, Miss Bennet. I know well enough the trials a younger sister can cause, particularly at such an age."

Elizabeth looked up at him in surprise but saw that he would not elaborate any more on the subject. She regarded him again, still unable to make out his character. Eventually she smiled quietly at him.

"Perhaps Mr. Darcy, it would be best if we spoke about something else, for I fear our current topic is not one either of us finds agreeable, and as for our previous topic... I believe that may be only one of several we would differ on."

He made to reply, to question her belief that they would differ on a majority of subjects when he found himself addressed by his hostess.

"Mr. Darcy, you did not answer us yesterday. Will you also be attending the ball in Meryton?"

"Ball?" he shifted awkwardly at the mere notion of attending such an event, and in such society. "I have not made any decision yet."

"Indeed Mrs. Bennet," Bingley interrupted smiling. "I am sure Mr. Darcy will attend, even if he seems to find little enjoyment in the activity. Although I am sure there will be a great many pleasures to be had during the evening." His gaze once again travelled to Jane and Mrs. Bennet's face lit up.

"Yes, Mr. Bingley. I am sure there is nothing any of us would love better than to have the joy of seeing you dance."

Bingley seemed ignorant of Mrs. Bennet's coarseness, and the gentlemen stood up to leave but not without promising to introduce the rest of his party to them at the Assembly in Meryton.

Chapter Three

Posted on Monday, 14 February 2005

The physician arrived at Longbourn two days after the gentlemen called and finally pronounced Elizabeth well enough to venture outdoors. Nevertheless, he strongly cautioned her to be careful as her ankle was still quite weak and uncomfortable. Lizzy smiled radiantly at Jane when he left.

"I am out for a walk, Jane."

"Elizabeth, the doctor has only just left!"

"Do not worry. I do not intend to attempt anything too strenuous, merely a turn about the garden."

Jane seemed a little uneasy but was unwilling to forbid her sister the opportunity to indulge in that which she loved so much and had been forced to forgo.

"Then I shall accompany you."

"Oh no, Jane. Forgive me, but I have a great need to be alone outside for a short while.

Jane bit her lip in indecision but then sighed in resignation. "Very well, Lizzy. But promise me you will not stay out too long, and if you feel even the slightest pain you will return to the house."

Lizzy rolled her eyes and said teasingly, "Yes mother!" before leaving with a spring in her step.

Elizabeth walked the short distance to the secluded copse at the edge of the Longbourn grounds. It was a little difficult, and she found herself walking at a far slower and unsteady pace than she was usually wont to do. She was surprised at how much her ankle still pained her. Nevertheless, she was grateful that the intense, hot, sharp pain that she had suffered when she had first incurred the injury had mostly passed. Gratefully, she sat down on the small stone bench. Even the short distance from the house had made her ankle throb dully.

Closing her eyes, she appreciatively breathed in the cool, fresh air around her. It felt so wonderful to be out in the open again, to feel the breeze caressing her cheeks, ruffling the curls framing her face. Overhead she could hear the birds sing and the quiet creaking of the branches on the large oak tree as it swayed in the wind. She sighed in contentment. Could anything be more relaxing and beautiful as the world Mother Nature has presented us with?

Her thoughts drifted towards the coming days. The Meryton assembly was only a few days away, and while she would have enjoyed the opportunity to dance, she felt uneasy in indulging in the activity. She had no wish to do further damage to the ankle. Her doctor, while proclaiming her to be fit and well, had requested she take care and not exert herself too much. Lizzy feared dancing would fall into that category. While she would have delighted in the opportunity to freshen up her dancing skills, she knew the quick and nimble steps needed for it could possibly cause a relapse of her injury.

Elizabeth opened her eyes as she heard the approach of one of her sisters.

"Do you mind if I sit by you, Lizzy?"

Lizzy looked up in surprise at her. She had expected her next youngest sister to leave as soon as she realised she would not get the solitude Lizzy believed she craved. "Of course not, Mary. You need not wait to be asked."

Mary sat down beside her and laid the book she had been reading by her side. "Will you be going to Assembly on Saturday night Lizzy?"

"Yes, I expect so, though I do not intend to participate in any dances I'm afraid."

"Then perhaps," Mary ventured cautiously, "it would be best if you did not attend. I would gladly give up the evening to keep you company."

Elizabeth grinned at her younger sister. "I am afraid that I have a need to see more of the world than Longbourn, Mary. I feel as though it has been many months since I last ventured outside these walls." Elizabeth glanced at Mary who was frowning unhappily.

Lizzy leaned towards her and enclosed one of her hands over Mary's. "I know you take little enjoyment in balls Mary, and I'm sorry I cannot be an excuse for you to use to escape this one. However, if it is any comfort I will need company while I am so indisposed at present."

Mary sighed and focused her gaze on a heather bush growing on the far side of the copse.

"I do so wonder at Kitty and Lydia sometimes. They take such enjoyment from dancing. I care so little for it."

"Perhaps you would learn to care for it, Mary, if you were to accept one of Joseph Lucas's many requests to oblige him with a dance," Lizzy teased.

Mary stood up quickly, much to Elizabeth's surprise. "Mr. Lucas is not a man to be trusted Lizzy. He is prone to quite licentious behaviour. He takes great delight in teasing and flirting with young women. I would hardly consider him a suitable dancing partner."

Elizabeth was astonished at her sister and curious to know more. She had rarely heard Mary talk about any young man let alone in an impassioned speech as the one she had just been witness to. However, she bit her tongue, perhaps now was not the time to pry.

Mary was quite flushed and looked as if she'd said something she rather wished she hadn't. Lizzy smiled encouragingly at her. "I am a little tired Mary, will you walk with me back to the house?"

Mary nodded, still unable to speak. Lizzy picked up the book resting beside her on the bench and as they walked questioned Mary about it, if only to distract her from her obvious discomfort.

Elizabeth made a mental note to observe her sister more closely at the ball, now that she had ample opportunity. Maybe she would learn more about her sister then she thought she'd ever know.

"Lizzy, are you sure about this?" Jane asked her sister, concern lacing her voice. "Perhaps it would be better if you stayed at home. I would happily reside here with you."

"Believe me, Jane, I am very sure about this. I have already been cooped up at home far more than I could ever wish. A change of scenery and company will do me the world of good. Besides, I could not deny the estimable Mr. Bingley the opportunity of dancing with you at last." Elizabeth smiled teasingly as the colour rose in her sister's cheeks.

Her sister's concern was typical of her generous and caring nature, but Elizabeth had improved in the past few days. She could now walk quite well, although she did need assistance to walk long distances and often leaned against Jane as they made some short turns about the garden. The first morning, three days ago, when she had been allowed at last to leave the house, it felt like she had a newfound freedom. Her heart soared like the birds in the sky. She was becoming more and more reluctant to return inside but recognised that if she did not do so she would risk injuring her foot again and be forced into a longer period of recuperation.

She was greatly looking forward to being around persons other then her family and would not forfeit this small pleasure for anything. Besides, as she had told Jane, she could not deprive Mr. Bingley of his prize.

Jane looked down at her bonnet, a small smile on her face. "Must you tease me so Lizzy? I am very sure that Mr. Bingley will pay no more attention to me then he will to every other young lady at the Assembly Rooms."

Elizabeth smiled shaking her head. "I very much doubt that Jane. I believe he is, or very soon will be, quite enamoured with you."

"Lizzy!" Jane blushed scarlet raising astonished eyes to her sister.

"Come Jane, you cannot deny that on the occasions he has been here he has been excessively attentive to you."

"If he has I am sure it is because he is not generally known among our acquaintance, and when he becomes so, neither you nor anybody else will perceive any special attention."

Elizabeth smiled teasingly. "Very well Jane, we shall see."

"Oh Lizzy I wonder how you can bear to go tonight!" Kitty cried entering the room with their youngest sister. "I'm not sure I could suffer to go to an assembly and not even be able to dance one dance!"

"It would not keep me from dancing," Lydia proclaimed resolutely. "Lord knows it would take a great deal more then a mere sore foot to keep me from dancing. And nothing would keep me from it now that I have the opportunity to dance with all the officers." She was still giggling with Kitty when Mrs. Bennet bustled into the room.

"Girls, girls the carriage is waiting! Let us be off! Kitty, go fetch Mary at once. Jane you are looking very well this evening, I must say. Be sure to put it to good use! Girls, the carriage, the carriage!"

"Lizzy, are you absolutely certain you are well enough to attend?" Jane asked her sister one final time.

"Indeed Jane, I am very well and I will not be exerting myself too much just sitting in a chair all night!"

"I will sit with you as often as I can," Jane reassured her smiling.

"Sit with Lizzy! You will do no such thing!" Mrs. Bennet decreed to a distressed looking Jane.

"Mama."

"Mr. Bingley will be in attendance tonight, and I have no doubt he will be asking you to stand up with him often."

"Mama!" Lydia whined from the door. "Can we not be off? If we do not go soon Denny will ask someone else to dance the first with him."

"Yes, yes, child we're coming!" her mother replied following frantically to the conveyance. Jane hovered over her sister as they stepped towards the carriage. Elizabeth had a suspicion she was secretly delighted to finally be able to be the helpful older sister. Elizabeth knew Jane sometimes felt she was not the protective older sister she wished to be. From an early age Lizzy's independent spirit had asserted itself within the family and Jane had oftentimes felt inadequate to act the older sister with such a confident younger sister.

Darcy exited the carriage with Bingley and his sister Miss Caroline Bingley feeling something akin to disgust. He had no doubt that the evening would afford little, if any, pleasure for him.

Miss Bingley, her regal nose raised as she looked about her surroundings, stood close to him and whispered in his ear, "Shall we be quite safe here Mr. Darcy, do you think?"

He was saved from replying with the arrival of Bingley's younger sister, Louisa and her husband, Archibald Hurst. They looked disdainfully around them, but Bingley, determined to be pleased, seemed oblivious to it.

The Assembly had already begun by the time they entered the rooms. Mr. Bingley lead the way, followed by Louisa and her husband. Darcy grimaced, already feeling the leaded weight of dread settle deep in his stomach. He followed behind, finding himself latched onto by Miss Bingley.

Miss Caroline Bingley was a woman used to having her own way on every occasion. Her father had spoilt her unmercifully, being, as she was, his favourite and first born child. The result had been that she had grown up to become a conceited, uncompassionate person who valued others based on the balance of their bank book.

Her time was spent shopping and gossiping, or making snide comments about the latest debutantes, and finding ways to become the next Mrs. Darcy.

Given this, it is not surprising to hear that she had initially been appalled at her brother's idea of retiring to the country when the Winter Season was soon to begin. The idea of being stuck among the lowly country peasants away from all the delights of the season had been quite painful and animatedly objected to. However, this objection soon softened when she learned of Mr. Darcy's accompanying them. While they remained in town Darcy was still an object of prey to scheming young ladies of the ton, whose only wish was to be mistress of such an estate as Pemberley.

Not unlike Miss Bingley.

Nevertheless, she believed she had the advantage. She was, after all, the sister of his closest friend, and was actively inserting herself into Darcy's sister social life. Miss Darcy would be in need of a female to guide her when she came out to society, and who better then a friend she could trust, as she would Miss Bingley?

Although Miss Bingley believed most fervently that she would be the only mistress Pemberley would know in her lifetime, she could admit to herself that the absence of competition made her job of attracting Mr. Darcy's addresses an easier task. She was almost giddy with excitement of not only having him to herself, but of further securing her chances by their mutual dislike of such inferior company.

As they entered, the music for the first dance had just ceased and all eyes were focused upon them. Darcy stiffened, his unease growing as the seconds went by. Caroline raised delighted eyes to his darkened profile, hiding a smug smile. It seemed that they would be united in their mutual detest for this evening and that could only raise her higher in his esteem. This in turn, she was sure, would lead her to her ultimate goal - becoming the next Mrs. Darcy.

All gazes seemed to remain focused on them and, as Darcy glanced quickly around the room, all he could see were whispering mothers trying to hide their eager conversations about the gentlemen's fortunes and availability behind their fans. At length, a rotund man by the name of Sir William Lucas that Darcy recognised as calling to the Hall shortly after their arrival approached the party.

"Mr. Bingley! How delightful to see you again. Allow me to welcome you to our small gathering. It may not be as grand or lavish as those that I am sure you often attend at St. James' but I believe you will find equal enjoyment here."

"Thank you, Sir William. I believe we shall. Allow me to introduce my party to you. This is my sister and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst. My other sister, Miss Caroline Bingley, and you know Mr. Darcy of course."

"Of course." Sir William bowed dramatically to each in turn. Caroline returned a curtsey with as much civility as she could muster. She failed to see how this country tradesman could be worthy of her attention.

Darcy bowed stiffly at the cheery man, his small eyes bright and his cheeks warm and glowing stained with red.

Sir William ushered his wife and daughters over to be introduced to the new arrivals. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst exchanged disgusted looks while straightening their backs to their full haughty height, cold smiles gracing their faces.

Darcy regarded the family with a critical eye, they all appeared wide eyed and in awe of the party in front of them. All, except the eldest daughter. He vaguely remembered Sir William commenting that she was a close acquaintance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. It had been the only piece of information Darcy had bothered to remember during his visit.

He studied her closely. Her bloom had long since gone, but there was still evidence in her countenance that in her youth she may have been quite tolerably handsome. It seemed unlikely that she would ever now make a good marriage, though not impossible. His own Aunt Catherine had married later in life, but she had the added incentive of a titled, noble family and was not lacking in funds. It seemed highly unlikely this girl would be so fortunate.

He got the uneasy feeling that this young lady he was studying indifferently was doing the exact same with him. Her examination was carried out discreetly, but he could feel her sharp eyes and discerning gaze seemingly scrutinising him thoroughly, but when he went to challenge her, found her gaze averted. He frowned and immediately stiffened. What right had this country girl to study him in such a manner? While he had not caught her in the act he had felt it focused on him.

Mr. Darcy was not disappointed when the music finally resumed and the couples took to the floor. Lady Lucas tactfully reminded her husband of his promise to dance this exact dance with her and dragged him over to the floor. The two remaining daughters made their excuses and left. Darcy watched Miss Lucas's movements across the floor but his gaze stalled when he spotted the Bennet family. From the idiotic grin on Mr. Bingley's face it was obvious he had made a similar discovery.

Caroline turned to Mr. Darcy endeavouring to make the evening entirely more agreeable for herself by attempting to get him to share her disdain for the society in which they found themselves. "With such insipid company Mr. Darcy, how shall we ever bear the entire evening?"

"With great forbearance and grace I am sure, Miss Bingley," he replied, disengaging her from his arm. "Excuse me."

Darcy followed Bingley towards Mrs. Bennet and three of her daughters.

"Mrs. Bennet, what a pleasure it is to meet you again. It seems such an age since we last all met together." Mr. Bingley started, smiling warmly.

"Indeed it is a great pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bingley," she gushed smiling warmly at him. "And you too, Mr. Darcy," she smiled charmingly up at him. Although it was clear Lydia would not be willing to have the gentleman for a husband, she had not yet given up hope that he would find a wife among one of her daughters. And if Lydia was a little too forward for the gentleman, she could think of no better replacement for him then her quieter, fourth daughter.

Unfortunately, she had not told any other party of her plans in that direction.

Darcy raised a sardonic eyebrow and bowed in acknowledgement to Mrs. Bennet, before turning to her second daughter. Elizabeth was standing by her mother and looked defiantly up at his face.

"Miss Elizabeth, I must admit I am surprised to see you are in attendance tonight."

"Really?" she replied with surprise and a tight smile on her face. "I cannot imagine why. While I admit I am unable to enjoy the pursuit as others attending, it does not mean that I would not enjoy the company the occasion affords." She paused in indecision before she continued. "But perhaps Mr. Darcy, in your usual company you would not expect a young woman to attend a dance in which she has not the intention to participate. Nonetheless, I am happy to say we do not abide by such frivolous formalities in our small country circle."

"Indeed," Mrs. Bennet interrupted. "Some gentlemen consider themselves very high above country society. It is a wonder why they would expose themselves to us if they find us so distasteful."

Elizabeth flushed in embarrassment, for hearing her mother speak so and for speaking so rashly herself. She knew her mother had not intended to attack Mr. Darcy personally, but the manner in which she spoke would seem to indicate she had to those who were not so well acquainted with her.

"Um, Miss Bennet," Mr. Bingley attempted to salvage the situation. "If you are not otherwise engaged, would you care to dance the next with me?" he looked hopefully at a colouring Jane.

"I am not engaged sir."

"Good, good." Bingley smiled brightly, his gaze fixed on the eldest Miss Bennet.

"Thank the gentleman, Jane," Mrs. Bennet said to a distressed looking Jane.

"Mama," Lizzy hissed, avoiding Mr. Darcy's eye, knowing she would only see a ridiculing superiority on his face.

"And you sir," Mrs. Bennet directed to Darcy, her eyes alight with anticipation, "will you also dance?"

"No, I thank you ma'am, I do not often indulge."

"Are you certain we cannot tempt you, Mr. Darcy?" she looked towards her second youngest pointedly. Kitty started in astonishment, her eyes widening as she stared in apprehension at her mother. "Kitty is most proficient in the art." By the time she'd turned back, Mr. Darcy had bowed and was already making his way back to Miss Bingley.

Bingley coloured at the unfortunate situation he was left in and attempted to once again retrieve the potentially disastrous situation. "I apologise for my friend's behaviour Mrs. Bennet. He is not very comfortable in unfamiliar situations. He means no offence I am sure."

"No, I am sure," Mrs. Bennet replied indignantly.

"And, if Miss Catherine is as proficient as you confess and not otherwise engaged, I wonder if she would do me the honour of dancing the reel with me?"

Kitty blushed and stammered her acceptance, before Bingley made his bow, with a final smile at Jane, and returned to his party.

"Well I never, what a proud, disagreeable man! I have often thought so. As if he is too above my daughter to deign to dance with her!"

"Mama," Jane pleaded, "he may hear you."

"I don't care if he does!"

Elizabeth coloured for her mother's loud opinions and risked a glance at the gentleman, who seemed less then pleased, but quickly moved away from them.

Determined not to allow the ever-baffling behaviour of Mr. Darcy to infringe upon her enjoyment the evening afforded, Elizabeth sat down beside her mother and Mary, determined to be entertained. She was not disappointed, while her foot could still not withstand the exertion that would be heaped upon it while dancing, it did not stop her from enjoying a walk about the room now and then. She was eagerly attended by many friends, in particular Jane and Charlotte, and neighbours inquiring after her health.

It was during one of these little turns around the room that she saw Joseph Lucas approach Mary. She watched in curiosity as once again he asked for her hand and once again she refused him. He laughed and said something quietly to her that made her blush.

Lizzy watched in amazement as Mary turned indignantly towards him and said something quite sharply. Mr. Lucas chuckled again, and shaking his head, bowed in front of her and walked away.

Mary's eyes followed his form until he disappeared among the throng of people. She then turned back and although trying to regain her composure, it was quite obvious she was having some trouble doing so.

Elizabeth wondered how she could have been so blind, she who had prided herself on being a keen observer of character. How was it possible that she had missed something so important in her younger sister's life?

For it was not a moment, before Mr. Lucas disappeared that Elizabeth considered it a very real possibility that Mary may be in danger of falling for Joey Lucas. Or at the very least seemed more affected by him than any other man she had ever known.

Lizzy watched Mr. Lucas carefully throughout the rest of the night. True, he did dance and chat easily with a great many of the women present. She herself had often been a recipient of his outgoing, amiable company, yet she had always felt that this was just a part of his outgoing and agreeable character. He was always so full of life and willing to please and be pleased. He had not the pomposity of his father, but had inherited his ease and pleasantness in countenance.

Elizabeth had never thought of him as anything more than an agreeable young man, yet her mother had, of course, at one time considered him a prospect for one of her girls. Their similar dispositions her mother felt, may have made him a suitable match for her second daughter, but soon even Mrs. Bennet grew to see that nothing would come of any attention he lavished on her.

Only once did she catch his gaze focused on Mary, so intently with a frown on his face. It disappeared so quickly that she wondered if she'd imagined it. He had looked away in another second, his charming and pleasing smiles returning for his companions.

The rest of the evening continued in a pleasant manner without Elizabeth ever being in the company of the odious Mr. Darcy. Bingley danced with almost every girl in the vicinity, but it was with Jane only that he consented to dance twice, much to Mrs. Bennet's delight.

Mr. Darcy, however, hovered around the room casting disparaging glances at anyone that looked like they were even considering approaching him. His unease at such gatherings was to such a degree that a wave of panic would often overcome him, but he was far too disciplined to ever allow such a weakness to show to others. So he remained aloof, staying as far away from the throng of people as possible while trying to control the unending urge to flee. All in all he looked seriously displeased to any onlookers.

It was while he was in one of these glowering moods that he was finally approached by Mr. Bingley.

"Come Darcy," said he, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing around in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged at present, and there is not another woman in the room, whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."

"Good God man, I would not be as fastidious as you are for a kingdom!" Bingley cried. "Upon my honour I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening and several of them you see are uncommonly pretty."

"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," Darcy acknowledged, looking towards Jane Bennet.

"She is one of the most beautiful creatures I ever beheld Darcy! And she moves with such grace and dignity!"

Darcy smiled at his friend's enthusiasm until he moved closer to him.

"If you will not dance Darcy, then you must at least make conversation. Look, there is Miss Elizabeth sitting nearby, I have no doubt she will make an agreeable companion and entertain you admirably."

Darcy glanced around, surprised at his proximity to Miss Bennet but was uncomfortable to enter into any dialogue with her. He was aware of the attention he had lavished on her when both he and Bingley had visited Longbourn just a few days prior, and he had no wish to encourage any hopes she may have in that direction.

Neither was he insensible to the hawk-like eyes of Miss Bingley that followed him at every turn. Should she witness any partiality to a young lady, he had no doubt that she would make that young lady quite uncomfortable in her presence whenever she found herself in it.

Darcy could not also be unaware of the fact that he was quite able to lose himself in conversation with this Miss Bennet, as he had done the other day, and he had no wish for a repeat performance. Moreover, in his current state of mind, he felt himself ill qualified to recommend himself to her. He felt most inadequate to enter into conversation with such a quick witted, intelligent young woman, and believed it best to resist the temptation, however great it was.

He caught her eye before turning back towards his friend. "I do not think so Bingley. I am in no mood to entertain young women who find themselves at a loose end because they care so little for their own health, they act in such a reckless manner. I would not wish to indulge her so. Go back to your partner; enjoy her smiles for you will not divert me." He regretted the words the moment they had left his mouth but was not about to apologise for them, for although Miss Bennet was sitting quite near them, she was not near enough to be within earshot.

Bingley did as he suggested and returned to the arm of the woman, nay angel, who had so enchanted him from the moment he had made her acquaintance; but it was not long before Darcy spied Miss Elizabeth whispering with Miss Lucas and sending amused glances in his direction. Miss Lucas seemed surprised and spoke in earnest with her friend. Darcy had a mild feeling of apprehension that she may have overheard his comments after all and with a great deal of unease moved away to the far end of the room.

The evening passed in a pleasant manner and each of the Bennets arrived home in tolerably good spirits. Mrs. Bennet was delighted with the attentions Bingley and his party had lavished on her eldest, as was Jane, although she expressed herself in more a quiet way. Elizabeth was satisfied that after overhearing Mr. Darcy's comments, he was in fact as arrogant and condescending as she had felt on first acquaintance. Mary was pleased to have heard she'd been spoken of to the newest arrivals in the country as one of the most accomplished young ladies in the area, while Kitty and Lydia were both thrilled to have not wanted for partners for any dance. Kitty was particularly relieved that she had not been forced to dance with the proud looking Mr. Darcy, though her mother seemed to take it as a personal insult.

When they arrived at Longbourn, they found Mr. Bennet still up in the front room quietly reading by the fire. He inquired as to how they had enjoyed themselves.

"It was very agreeable father," Jane said quietly, and happy with just that remark he made to leave but was stopped from doing so by his wife's exclamation.

"Oh Mr. Bennet, we had the most lovely evening. Jane was so admired by all. Why, Mrs. Long herself said she could only wish her two nieces were half as lovely as our dear Jane, but you know that could never be for they're both such plain looking girls. Oh, and Mr. Bingley was most attentive to her. Why, he danced his first dance with her and then with Kitty, and then he stood up with Charlotte Lucas, which vexed me greatly, but lo, nothing would please him better then to dance with Jane again, and then-"

"That is quite enough Mrs. Bennet. That he had but twisted his ankle in the first dance!" Mr. Bennet replied with feeling that his wife continued to ignore.

Lizzy and Jane exchanged amused smiles while their mother continued to expound on the elegance of Miss Bingley and the Hurst's. Miss Bingley's ostrich feathers and Mrs. Hurst's lace on her gown were of particular interest.

"No lace Mrs. Bennet, no lace I beg you," he said brandishing a poker threateningly in his wife's direction.

"Oh very well, but I dare say I've never seen such quality of lace. They were very agreeable, not at all like Mr. Darcy. You know he slighted two of our daughters, Mr. Bennet."

"Is that so Mrs. Bennet?" Mr. Bennet looked inquiringly around at the women in his life. "Would I be right in assuming that it was in fact our two youngest that seemed to offend him so?"

"Oh Mr. Bennet! Our girls would never offend anyone, and I must say I will never understand why you should think so ill of our two youngest."

"Because Mrs. Bennet, they are, without doubt, two of the silliest girls in the country."

"How can you say such a thing?! You take delight in vexing me so! It was your own favourite he objected to," she crowed triumphantly, "and one of her younger sisters. He flatly refused to stand up with Kitty and then what do you think he did? He refused to speak with Lizzy and denounced her in her presence! I must say I never liked the man, so proud and conceited, not at all like his friend. Now there is an affable gentleman!"

"Slighted my Lizzy, did he?" he replied good humouredly. "Perhaps he is not quite so deserving of our over indulgent praises as we had imagined?"

"No indeed! Whenever we meet with him again, I will greet him with as much civility as he deserves being a guest of Mr. Bingley, but otherwise I must say I think very little of him. A most disagreeable man!"

Jane looked alarmed and ventured an opinion. "Mama, we must remember, we are very grateful to Mr. Darcy for all his assistance in helping Lizzy when she needed it."

"Yes, Jane," Elizabeth interrupted, "but he was hardly gracious in his support. I believe I told you at the time I found him most unpleasant, tonight has only proven my point."

"If he is such a disagreeable topic for the majority of my family, may I suggest we finally all retire to bed?" Mr. Bennet inquired already moving towards the door. The remaining occupants of the room heartily agreed and each retired to their room to contemplate on the pleasurable evening.

Elizabeth sat in front of her mirror brushing her long hair. She could not but think of the events that had transpired earlier in the evening. Mr. Darcy was a most perplexing character.

When he had visited the other day, she had begun to warm to him and think a little good of him. For what man who spoke so affectionately of a sister could be truly horrible? Yet his behaviour that evening had reasserted her former judgements.

His haughtiness left much to be desired, and his sheer presence made for a most disagreeable time for anyone within his vicinity. The thought that he had been uncomfortable in the presence of strangers had briefly crossed her mind but she soon dismissed the notion as ridiculous. How could a man of sense and education be ill qualified to recommend himself to strangers?

No, it was far more likely that he found himself above his company and been forced to attend by his friend. With his resentment and officious presence it would have been better for all present if he had just remained at Netherfield!

And still she could not fathom how such an agreeable and affable gentleman as Mr. Bingley could be a friend, and a close one, of such an offending person.

She sighed to herself and sat down on the bed, hearing a knock on her door. She was not surprised to see Jane enter.

"I had hoped you would not be in bed yet," Jane admitted sitting beside her sister. "Lizzy, you were not dreadfully offended by Mr. Darcy were you?"

Elizabeth laughed. "No Jane, not in the least. It merely reinforced my opinion of him."

"It was very wrong of him to speak so, but perhaps he will improve on further acquaintance," she replied hopefully.

"Jane, you and Charlotte are surprisingly similar in thought! But I have no wish to further any acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. I have just this moment been contemplating on how he and Mr. Bingley could be such good friends. They are so different."

"You approve of Mr. Bingley then?" Jane asked tentatively.

Elizabeth smiled teasingly at her sister. "I do, he is a very pleasant man. I give you leave to like him Jane, you have liked many a stupider person."

"Lizzy!" she laughed. "You must not speak so."

"But it is true Jane! There are few people in this world I love and even fewer of whom I think well. You have chosen well sister. I often feared the fate of marrying well would befall on you."

"Oh Lizzy. Do you not think that it is far too soon to be speaking of marriage?"

"Perhaps Jane, but with the estate entailed away from the female line I fear you will be encouraged in the direction of Mr. Bingley. I doubt he requires much encouraging, though, if the attention he bestowed on you this evening is any judge."

Jane blushed and pursed her lips. "And what of you Lizzy? Would you not like to marry?"

"I am convinced dear Jane, that nothing but the very deepest love will ever tempt me into marriage. So I fear all our futures depend on you. I will become an old spinster and then teach your children to play the pianoforte very ill!" Elizabeth laughed at the thought and Jane joined her in her merriment.

"I thought Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst seemed very elegant."

"I believe they were more pleased with themselves than what they found."

"You did not like them?"

"Not at all. Had I not known they were Mr. Bingley's relations I would have guessed them to be Mr. Darcy's. They appear to have far more in common with him than their brother. His manners are so different to theirs."

"I found them very agreeable when I was introduced to them, Lizzy. I am sure we will find them agreeable neighbours. I expect we shall meet often with Miss Bingley, in particular, as she is keeping house for her brother."

Elizabeth smiled warmly at her sister. "I will try to like them for your sake Jane, for I would be quite happy never to be in their company again, except your Mr. Bingley of course."

"He is not my Mr. Bingley, Lizzy." Jane tried to hide her blushing face from her sister but to no avail.

"Perhaps not yet Jane, but in very little time I am sure."

"Lizzy, I do believe the assembly tonight has had a most negative effect on you and I refuse to talk to you when you are in such a teasing mood. I will leave you now and see you in the morning."

"Very well, dear Jane. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth climbed into bed with a contented smile. She was sure that the happiness her sister so richly deserved was to come to her sooner rather then later.

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