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Chapter 32
Lord Belper led the way back to Miss Bingley, scarcely a thought for his younger brother once their conversation had ended. On his mind was a concern; a serious concern that his father might somehow offend Miss Bingley with that method he so often employed to make sure others stayed in their places. The Viscount was sure he'd made a good impression before the Earl and Fitzwilliam had arrived and he wanted to maintain it.
A shiver of excitement coursed through him, something he rarely experienced and certainly not at the prospect of a lady's presence. This was definitely something new for Ignatius Wiggleworth Fitzwilliam, Lord Belper, heir to the Earldom of Matlock. Countless young women had been thrown and had thrown themselves in his path in the years since he had left adolescence behind, yet he had looked upon them all scornfully, not worth a second glance. It wasn't that he considered himself so much better but the distasteful behaviours, their cunning and devious methods, failed to ignite any spark of interest. The ladies were too forward. Dramatics were employed to captivate but only served to alienate him. It was reported that the Viscount was notoriously difficult to catch and impossible to please. What hope did a lady have?
For his own part, Lord Belper was unaffected by the disappointment that surrounded him. He was perfectly aware that he had the pick of London's society and, although none appealed to him at the moment, there would come a day when he must take a step toward securing the Fitzwilliam line and ensuring the existence of his own heir. Until that day, however, he was content to let the other single young men of station court the ladies of fashion and keep his own hope alive that a quiet and modest young lady would soon be made known to him.
He was now sure that day had arrived.
A quaint domestic scene greeted the brothers upon entering the room, bringing neither any sense of comfort. The elder looked directly to Miss Bingley in an effort to gauge her current state of emotion. Colonel Fitzwilliam immediately sought information in his father's expression, without success, and the Earl seemed indifferent to either son's anxiousness.
Miss Bingley did not hesitate in reassuring the Viscount with a look which confirmed their earlier intimacy was not forgotten. The gentleman relaxed, taking up a seat near the lady while still affording a clear view of his father's position. Colonel Fitzwilliam's eyebrows rose in surprise, silently imploring the Earl to speak and relieve his suffering. Not knowing if he was engaged was nearly as difficult as watching his brother flirt with the woman who might soon be his wife!
"Have you two settled your differences?" The Earl sipped at his tea as if the question were merely a matter of formality and held little interest for him. In truth he was very interested in the outcome of his sons' conversation and now closely observed the eldest in his interaction with Miss Bingley. Would he approach her as a sister-in-law or as a single woman with no attachment? Both young men's futures rested on what would transpire in the next few minutes.
Fitzwilliam came to a conclusion, seeing as his father was not forthcoming, and moved to stand before Miss Bingley and be the first to address her. "You have been most patient with us. Thank you, Miss Bingley." If she was now promised to him, the least he could do was to treat her with due respect.
The Viscount, however, would not be outdone. He smoothly displaced the Colonel, taking the hand of their hostess and gently wrapping his fingers around it while his eyes met hers. "Forgive my rudeness, dear lady. My business with my brother was important but is now satisfactorily resolved. I hope there will be no further cause for interruption."
The Colonel frowned. This style of address was foreign to his ears, coming as it was from his brother's lips. He knew there had been no opportunity for the Earl to inform his eldest son of the offer made to Miss Bingley. Thus, as far as the Viscount was aware, the lady was unattached and available. What was he playing at? There wasn't a woman in London who wouldn't jump at the chance to hear the heir to Matlock speak such words to her yet here he was, giving every appearance of interest in a woman unknown to him until that very morning!
The Earl had made it perfectly clear how he viewed one son's alleged misconduct; how he disapproved of a dalliance of this kind. More confused than ever, Colonel Fitzwilliam watched as his father actually encouraged the flirtation between Miss Bingley and the normally indifferent Lord Belper.
The longer he observed, the more he understood and began to feel a gratitude he'd never felt for his elder brother in all their years of adult life. For once the Viscount was openly expressing admiration for a member of the fairer sex. This time, no matter how rude or dismissive Lord Belper may be, the lady in question would not be willingly turning to the younger brother for more pleasant company. She hates me! the Colonel chortled inwardly. Iggy, for all his shortcomings, can't do worse than tearing her dress, sticking her with a pin and having a cranky old relation call her a trollop. Thinking about it from that perspective he no longer wondered why Miss Bingley's feelings about him were so strong. It amused him to know that both his brother and Miss Bingley were playing the same game and that the gentleman was ignorant of the fact that she was the reason for his impromptu flight to Hertfordshire.
Fitzwilliam nearly laughed out loud at the thought but restrained himself. It would not do to give away anything until all the hands were played out.
***
"I had no idea, Lizzy! Why did you not say? Why did you not tell me? An Earl! Imagine that, girls!" Mrs. Bennet twittered, not having exhausted her repertoire of effusions in the half hour since her daughters' young men had left. "You must all have new gowns for the wedding for who knows how many single young men may be in attendance! It is guaranteed they will all be rich, though!"
"Enough, please, Mrs. Bennet," the tired voice of her husband was heard from behind an open book. "If you must speculate in advance of the nuptial date then I must insist that you do so outside of my vicinity. I have heard quite my fill about riches, jewels and fancy carriages."
Mrs. Bennet's state of excitement was well beyond the ability of her husband to crush with his dry comments. She merely laughed at his assumed indignation and continued her oratory long after his retreat.
"Papa?" called Elizabeth, having escaped after volunteering to fetch some fabric samples from her mother's sitting room. "I am sorry this is so trying for you."
"Lizzy," he said, taking her hand and patting it gently. "Do not be concerned for my crankiness. It has less to do with your mother's enthusiasm than the realisation that my two girls no longer need the protection, however dubious it is, of their father. I do not mean to make you feel sympathy for me. It is hardly deserved and I have enough self-pity to carry me through the next few weeks." He chuckled as her expression became more concerned. "I have no doubt that both you and Jane have chosen wisely and I freely admit that the young men are well worthy of you. I never doubted that you would find a husband equal to your liveliness, although I confess that Darcy never struck me as such a man. However, he has proven himself to be full of surprises! And Jane... I can only say that Bingley is just the sort to treat her with the gentleness she deserves. I am very happy for you both."
"Oh, Papa," whispered Elizabeth. It was the first time she had heard such an emotional speech from him and it brought a tightness to her throat.
Mr. Bennet straightened his stance, his gaze focussing on a point beyond his daughter. "Enough, my dear. We shall not turn into blubbering fools while I still live and breathe. On your way now to whatever you were doing." He released her hand, a more familiar expression settling on his features.
"Thank you." Her voice wavered only a little as Elizabeth made the effort to maintain her own composure. Then she slipped upstairs to her mother's rooms to complete her errand before she was missed.
***
With the return of Bingley and Darcy it was decided that Lord Matlock and his son would be staying for dinner and possibly the night. Bingley held out hope of deterring them from travelling after dark, unaware of his friend's feelings on the matter being quite the opposite. Miss Bingley availed herself of the first opportunity to excuse her presence and set about seeing to the preparations for dinner and other comforts for their guests. No sooner was she out of the room than Lord Belper turned to her brother with an enthusiastic pronouncement on the delightful nature of the lady.
Confused for a moment, Bingley thought he referred to Miss Bennet and was quick to agree. Then he recollected himself, only managing to suppress his astonishment enough to escape the notice of the infatuated Viscount but not the others in the room. Darcy politely remained silent while Fitzwilliam openly smiled and the Earl pretended to have missed the entire exchange.
Lord Belper's chief interest of the moment was to ascertain if Miss Bingley had any serious attachments or suitors. He could not, of course, ask such a question directly but, not having had any prior experience in enquiring after a lady's availability, he was not entirely sure how to proceed. Had he not been in a state of distraction then his practised social behaviours would have carried him through. Knowing he could not rely on his relations to assist him, the Viscount was silent for a moment until a brief glance at his cousin reminded him that there just might be some competition there. Darcy had the advantage in many ways, not the least of which was his handsome appearance. The Viscount was not vain enough to consider himself attractive to the ladies; he knew it was his fortune and position that attracted them. Darcy, however, had all three attributes and an intimacy with the Bingley family. He may have already laid claim to the delicate, charming creature!
"Oh, I say. You haven't heard the news, Ignatius." Lord Matlock stretched his legs out before him, settling back comfortably in his chair. "Your cousin has gotten himself engaged."
"Engaged!" Lord Belper tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. He rushed here from Rosings in order to propose to her! Oh, that I could be so unlucky!
"Yes, a charming young woman," his father continued. "Quite delightful."
Charming. Delightful. "I suppose congratulations are in order then, Darcy," the Viscount said in a thick voice.
Darcy bowed. "Thank you. I consider myself most fortunate to have won the lady's good opinion, and her hand."
The matter now seemed closed as far as Lord Belper was concerned. His angel was beyond reach and the thoughts of mere moments ago, to be sitting across from her during dinner and afterward to hear her melodic voice raised in song, were banished. He heard little of the rest of the conversation.
***
Miss Bingley had personally chosen the rooms to be assigned to her guests. Careful thought had gone into it. There were not many rooms left after accounting for the current occupants. She considered moving her own room closer to Georgiana's in order to place the Viscount on the other side but then thought it might be more advantageous to remain on the opposite side of the hall. It would be easier to time exits from her room if she could see when he was coming and going. Arrangements thus completed, Caroline was pleased to see Miss Darcy appear from her own room and joined her to walk downstairs.
"Your uncle has decided to stay and join us for dinner," Miss Bingley informed the younger woman. "Charles is hopeful of convincing him to stay the night, too. There really is no sense in rushing back to London. He only just arrived this morning!"
"Oh." The crestfallen look on Miss Darcy's face went unnoticed by her companion. Georgiana could think only of the words between her cousin and uncle during their ride back to Netherfield earlier in the day. The decision to stay on could mean just one thing; Miss Bingley had accepted the Earl's offer and would be marrying Colonel Fitzwilliam. She wasn't sure if this marriage was good news or bad. The circumstances surrounding it were definitely unfavourable but did that bode ill for the match? In the end she decided that she was too inexperienced, knew too little of how these things worked, to be a fair judge and was content to rejoice in the happiness of her brother, at least.
Miss Bingley had continued speaking while Georgiana was involved in her own thoughts. "Dinner will be served promptly. I have made it crystal clear to the servants that I'll tolerate no shabbiness in their duties tonight! I do hope your cousin likes the menu I've chosen. There was so little time for preparation."
The sparkle in Caroline's eyes was exactly as Georgiana remembered seeing whenever her friend used to gaze upon Darcy. It was a mixture of excitement and avarice but none of the tender emotions usually associated with a recently betrothed young woman. During the visit to Longbourn, Miss Elizabeth's adoration of her brother was evident, though not indelicate. The same could be said of Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley. She knew that not everyone could be so fortunate but in her heart she wished it for everyone she loved. Even Miss Bingley deserved to find a man she could love and who would love her in return.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Caroline ushered Georgiana ahead of her into the room. She wanted a moment to compose herself, and her attire, before making her own appearance. Following on the heels of the younger girl she was pleased to note that Lord Belper's eyes turned to her immediately.
"Cousin Ignatius," a surprised Georgiana said. "It's an unexpected pleasure to see you here. Did my aunt come with you?" She quickly scanned the faces of the remaining company for Lady Matlock's familiar countenance.
"Alas," said the Viscount with a small bow. "Mother was not feeling disposed to travel on such short notice as I was inclined to make. She remains in town. You appear well, Georgiana."
"I... thank you," she replied, a bit confused. Unwilling to sound rude, she refrained from asking why he was there. Instead, Georgiana moved further into the room to take up a seat next to where Colonel Fitzwilliam was standing.
Miss Bingley hastened to announce to all that they would not wait long for dinner to be served, then considered where to place herself amongst the gentlemen so that they may all sit down. Miss Darcy had chosen the settee, leaving Caroline no option but a single chair situated close to Lord Matlock. Her hesitation was slight before lowering herself onto the chintz and if her smile appeared a trifle contrived the Earl paid no heed.
Chapter 33
"I'm confused."
"What may I explain to you, son?" Lord Matlock paused in the entrance to his chamber to look at Colonel Fitzwilliam. The others had already retired to their rooms, leaving the hallway empty but for the two men now beginning a conversation of some importance to the younger one.
"Precisely who is marrying Miss Bingley?"
"Such a question!"
"Father," Fitzwilliam said with marked impatience. "Miss Bingley was to give you her decision upon our return. I have yet to be informed what that decision is. Would you please -."
"Relieve your suffering?" The Earl smiled. "Certainly, but do you think this an appropriate place to discuss the subject?"
Fitzwilliam was indignant. "Of course not! You appeared to be avoiding my attempts at enquiry the entire evening, however. This was my first opportunity to address you privately."
"And very private it is," drily commented his father, noting out of the corner of his eye one of the doors complete the last inch of its closure, quite soundlessly. "Come in, my boy. Let us resolve the problem."
Following the older man into the room, the Colonel closed the door firmly behind him and hurried to join the Earl as far from the interior walls as possible. "Well?" he prodded impatiently.
"You seem to be in a hurry to marry the girl!"
"I am in a hurry only to hear if I am to marry her. I know not how to address her, how to behave when I meet her!"
The Earl showed some sympathy by patting his son's shoulder. "That is a dilemma I perfectly comprehend. I was much the same when I was courting your mother."
Fitzwilliam moved away, irritated. "Please do not compare my situation to that of a desired pairing and anticipated courtship. Miss Bingley dislikes me but obviously would consent to marry me anyway. She had her eye on Darcy and his fortune so why should I expect more? Perhaps I should have said less."
"Yes," responded his father in a sharp voice. "Perhaps you should have and then your aunt wouldn't have happened upon an event to cause her such alarm, but it is irrelevant now. The deed is done. The price must be paid." He sighed, lowering himself into a chair and motioning for Fitzwilliam to do the same. "I am impressed with your sense of honour, Harold, that you would do as I directed, heavy handed and overbearing as it may be, despite your obvious distaste for the prospect. I confess that I do not understand your aversion to Miss Bingley. She has all the refinements of a lady's education and a substantial fortune. Even if it is new money and her connections questionable, the young lady is eminently suitable material."
Fitzwilliam snorted. "Let Iggy have her, then. He seems willing."
"Yes he does, doesn't he?"
The Colonel looked up, recognising something in his father's tone which rendered him suddenly suspicious. "You are annoyingly unforthcoming, Father. Answer me plainly. Did Miss Bingley accept your offer of a marriage to me?"
"No, Harold. You have escaped that particular fate."
Fitzwilliam let out a long exhale. "You negotiated with her for something else, though. I must know what it is. I have cost you and I intend to take responsibility in whatever way I can. If it is money I shall pay it from my own accounts, sir."
Again the Earl smiled and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I shall tell you for I believe you can be of help. It is true that Miss Bingley decided against becoming your wife. It was a fortunate occurrence for her that your brother chose to make his appearance and especially when the rest of us were away at Longbourn. Somehow Ignatius has impressed her."
"Fortune, title... do you need any other explanation for her interest?"
"Oh, do not be so callous. She rejected your fortune and position because she did not desire to marry you. Has your brother ever succeeded in winning over a lady with his charms when she could partake of your company instead?"
"He has a title and so shall she. That is enticement more than sufficient to Miss Bingley's taste."
"You refuse to believe she may like him, even a little." The Earl of Matlock was amused by his younger son's attitude. "It could make your task even more entertaining."
"My task?" Wary now, the Colonel sat straight as if at attention.
"There is no need for alarm. I will not require any further sacrifice from you. On the contrary, I ask that you remove yourself from contention, an action sure to cause you no hardship."
A slight frown creased Fitzwilliam's brow. "The role of matchmaker does not suit you."
The Earl was visibly taken aback. "Do not be a simpleton, Harold. Matchmaking is for women. They are preoccupied with the tangle of emotions which mark fleeting fancies and upset the natural balance by pairing unequals. It therefore falls to the men to ensure proper order is maintained and redirect our fellows from their momentary deviations."
Although he understood the reasons behind his father's point of view, Colonel Fitzwilliam felt that the Earl carried it too far. He had, in his years of military life, witnessed several friends and fellow officers fall victim to the charms of young women who were unsuitable in many respects. These were the pairings which he agreed should be discouraged. Yet the Earl, like his sister, held to a different standard, where there was little regard for the individual's feelings. It was what permitted Lady Catherine to hang onto the notion that Darcy would marry her daughter and Fitzwilliam silently wondered how his own father viewed Darcy's actual choice of wife. "Tell me, are you hoping to redirect Darcy, as well?"
"Darcy?" a surprised Earl asked. "No, his mind is made up, whatever our thoughts are on the matter."
Fitzwilliam crossed his arms, his chin tilting upward. "Am I to understand that you disapprove of Miss Bennet?"
"I'm beginning to think everything I say falls on deaf ears," his father replied in a tired voice. "My approval or disapproval is pointless. Darcy has made his choice and an offer. The lady has accepted. It is public. The only remaining difficulty I see is Catherine's ire. As for your bother, whom we were discussing until you brought Darcy into it, he does require direction and I am not above arranging it."
"I still find it incredible that you believe Miss Bingley to be the right direction. She is interested only in his fortune and title."
"As are all the others. Yet Miss Bingley overlooks, or perhaps accepts, Ignatius' particular flaws which have turned away those others. You may well argue that it proves she is hard-hearted and more determined but the most important consideration is your brother's interest in her."
"It seems contradictory," Fitzwilliam argued. "Had the timing been more fortunate you would have acted to discourage Darcy's interest. Now you want to encourage Iggy's interest in a match I see as questionable at best. In addition, you expect me to assist in sentencing my brother to his doom."
Laughter came from deep inside the Earl's chest. "What delightful melodrama! Have I perchance missed a clue? Is there some small attachment hidden in all that animosity you display for the lady?"
"Definitely not!" barked the Colonel.
"Good!" The Earl was done with explanations and wordplay. "Now sit down. There isn't much time and I want no misunderstandings."
***
It came as no surprise when the two gentlemen from Netherfield arrived at Longbourn just after breakfast the next morning. Coffee and tea were served, loving looks exchanged, while the two eldest of the Bennet sisters silently wished for the first opportunity to excuse themselves from the rest of the family.
Mrs. Bennet naturally enquired after Lord Matlock, pleased then disappointed to learn that he was still at Netherfield but would be leaving by midday. Her lamentations remained silent while in Darcy's presence, much to Elizabeth's relief. It also proved enough of a distraction that Bingley managed to suggest a walk to Meryton before Mrs. Bennet could settle into her usual routine.
"Oh, yes! Yes, that is just the thing!" she cried. "Lizzy, you can visit Mrs. Crimp and see if that new lace has arrived. She promised to let me know first but you know how Lady Lucas is. She would be sending someone to enquire every day just to dress her Maria in the latest fashions before anyone else!"
"Yes, Mama," chorused her own daughters as they left the room.
The dew was still wet on the grass when the two couples stepped out into the cool morning air. By unspoken agreement they walked with just enough distance separating them that would allow for privacy to converse while still affording the necessary propriety. Darcy felt that most of their visits were more of a trial than a pleasure, particularly when his uncle had accompanied them. Outdoors, on their walks, he could finally relax and savour the moments in Elizabeth's company without her otherwise ever present and numerous family members. For a man accustomed to having the freedom of a house the size of Pemberley, to roam its halls with no other but his sister to interrupt him, a day at Longbourn surrounded by giddy young women, an excitable mother and a father whose vocation seemed to be troubling gentlemen who had come to court his daughters, was practically torture.
"Does your mother often send you into town on such errands?"
Elizabeth's eyes glittered. "She is as eager to present her daughters fashionably as she is to move forward with the wedding planning."
"I see," Darcy said, smiling a little. He brushed the back of her hand with his fingers. "Spare no expense, Elizabeth. Whatever you desire shall be yours and if it pleases your mother, whether for herself or your other sisters, then by all means add it to the purchases."
"You will spoil us all, sir!" she gently admonished although his generosity continued to surprise her.
"You are mine to spoil. Your mother may enjoy the benefits that come along with it." It may occasionally keep her out of our way. Admiring the way Elizabeth's eyes shone, Darcy sighed with resignation that he must not become distracted before their errand was complete. There would be plenty of time for that on the walk back.
***
Reviewing the previous evening, Ignatius Fitzwilliam frowned and tossed aside his towel. No matter how he tried it was useless; Miss Bingley would not leave him alone. Disappointment with the knowledge that he had finally discovered the women he had been waiting for these many years only to learn that his own cousin had claimed her first weighed heavily on his mind. Had his rival been anyone else.... but Darcy was a man he respected. Thus his current dilemma; should he risk the alienation of a favourite family member to win Miss Bingley away from him? Ignatius had no doubt of his success. Throughout dinner he had carefully observed the interaction between the couple. It was polite but distant; exactly what one would expect from an arrangement of convenience. His respect for Darcy had suffered as a result. Of all the men of his acquaintance he had viewed his cousin as most like himself when it came to affairs of the heart. To realise that Darcy had succumbed to society's demands left him feeling almost as if betrayed.
"She doesn't love him. I could see it her eyes. All it would take is a little nudge. She is already more interested in me that her own fiancé. Darcy hasn't published the banns yet. He would release her once he realised her heart lay elsewhere." Ignatius grew more confident with his own assurances. "I can give her more. Darcy will see that. She'll be loved and cared for beyond what mere duty requires. I'm sure Darcy made the arrangement only out of a sense of duty, anyway. How could he not marry the sister of his closest friend? Not that she isn't the dearest, sweetest creature! He should love her but it is apparent he does not. I do not understand it but his loss will be my gain and I intend to gain!"
***
Such good fortune rarely befalls a family at once and Mrs. Bennet was delightfully aware of it. She had been blessed with five daughters and was the happy recipient of the honour of finding them suitable husbands. Two were now spoken for, and in quick succession, but while that still left three more their prospects improved dramatically with the marriages of their eldest sisters. Exposure within the highest circles of society would follow, Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Darcy as chaperones. There was no limit to the possibilities, in the eyes of Mrs. Bennet. She had high hopes for equally successful matches or even better, for Lydia in particular.
Although it was still a mystery to her what Mr. Darcy found irresistible in her second daughter's impertinent manners there was no denying the seriousness of his intentions, nor would she dream of contradicting him. Mrs. Bennet counted the days until Elizabeth would be safely installed as the wife of one of the wealthiest young men in England. Until that day nothing must jeopardise the desired end result... or even Mr. Darcy's inclination.
Although not normally prone to periods of quiet contemplation, Mrs. Bennet considered her time during the two couples' absence well spent in poring over numerous picky details that only a mother of the bride could imagine. She stationed herself in the window of the front parlour where the light was strong. It also afforded an excellent view of the break in the hedgerow which disguised the path to town and through which her daughters would emerge before the shadows grew too long. It was a fortuitous choice for when the young ladies did appear their mother was given to understand there had been a lapse in her duties to her offspring since their engagements had been arranged.
***
"I do believe that Mr. Bingley has no wish to return directly to the house." Elizabeth inclined her head in the direction of the gentleman and her sister, amusement mixed with tender affection in her expression.
"Why should he be different from any other?" replied Darcy as he drew her aside. "I would be quite content to stay out here with you until we have been pronounced man and wife and the carriage appears to take us back to Pemberley."
Elizabeth's eyes twinkled. "You would surely become hungry."
"The servants would tend us," he replied in a soft but confident tone. His eyes never left hers as he took one of her hands between his own.
"Longbourn does not have enough staff to spare for such a task." Although Elizabeth tried to maintain focus on the words, the attentions bestowed upon her fingers were proving a distraction.
"I would send for all of Pemberley's servants to ensure uninterrupted and discreet service." The temptation of her bare wrist encouraged Darcy to bring it to his lips. There he gently applied no more than a caress but it was enough to elicit a sigh from each of them.
"I hope," Elizabeth managed to say somewhat breathlessly, "that your trust in your staff is not misplaced. Discretion cannot be too highly valued." She could not yet voice the rest of her thought; that they would be in need of discreet servants if their current behaviour was any indication.
As if reading her thoughts, Darcy offered reassurance. "Fear not, my dear. Pemberley's servants will accord you as their Mistress the same respect as they do their Master. I would demand no less."
Elizabeth had no doubt that Fitzwilliam Darcy's demands were something to be feared; should he have need to resort to demands the household would quake. A soft puff of air cooled Elizabeth's cheeks, grown warm during the brief conversation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Then her heart began to beat rapidly at Darcy's touch. His thumb traced her lower lip and instinctively she tilted her head upward. His lips were warm; she longed for more, but here in the midst of Longbourn's garden it was not prudent.
"Soon," Darcy whispered, "there will be no need for such precautions. I will then kiss you whenever the mood strikes me, which I promise you will be often." His dark eyes held a teasing glint that Elizabeth was not only surprised but delighted to see.
"That is a promise I shall insist you honour, sir!"
Darcy thought there was no danger of his honour slipping in that regard and was about to voice it when he spied a most unusual sight over Elizabeth's shoulder. Coming from the direction of the house was Mrs. Bennet, skirts flying, the lace of her kerchief barely managing to stay in place over her hair, and at a speed which only her nerves could propel. His expression caused Elizabeth to turn around, curious to see what had caught his attention. Fear immediately gripped her, never having witnessed her mother so possessed. What could it mean?
"Mama? What is it?" Elizabeth queried as soon as Mrs. Bennet was near enough to clearly hear her words. "Is it Papa? Has someone taken ill?"
"What?" responded her mother, coming to a halt before the couple. She cast a sidelong glance at Darcy, almost curtseying, then tittered nervously. "No, no. Don't be silly. It is nothing of the sort. I only thought that you and Jane..." She looked around as if searching for her other daughter. "It's gone a bit chilly and I think you and Jane should come in now." She paused, then added with an elaborate gesture, "It wouldn't be proper to catch something before your wedding day."
Darcy coughed into the back of his hand but Elizabeth stared at her mother, bewildered by this odder than usual behaviour. Mrs. Bennet was not interested in anything her daughter might feel inclined to say, however. She took Elizabeth's arm and pulled her along, calling out for Jane to join them.
"I'm sure Hill won't be a moment bringing the tea," she said when Bingley and Jane met them at the front entrance. "Come along everyone!" She shooed them into the house like errant schoolchildren.
Chapter 34
Lord Belper was pleasantly surprised to find, upon entering the breakfast room, an empty seat beside Miss Bingley. The fact that Darcy was absent did not escape his notice. It annoyed him that his cousin should leave Miss Bingley's side so soon after becoming engaged. He had to remind himself that no tender feelings were involved, however, and that each show of disrespect may bring himself closer to success.
"Good morning!" he called cheerfully to the others. Miss Bingley and his father replied in kind. Georgiana nodded, having just taken a bite of her toast. Fitzwilliam was less enthusiastic in his greeting but there was nothing unusual in that. Ignatius had always attributed it to a younger brother's envy of the elder's position and consequence and at this time, devoted his attention to his hostess. "It is a beautiful morning. Have your brother and Darcy gone for an early ride?"
"Oh, no," she replied with what he thought was disappointment. "They have gone to visit the Bennets. A neighbouring family," she explained. "Charles is lately engaged to the eldest daughter, Miss Jane Bennet."
Lord Belper thought it odd that Darcy would leave his own lady's side only to accompany his friend on what should surely be more of a private visit. Miss Bingley was evidently unhappy about the situation. "I see. Unfortunate for me as I had hoped Mr. Bingley would be available to show me some of the grounds on the estate. I had some questions." He tilted his head, smiling invitingly. "Unless, perhaps, you might consent to take me around?"
Georgiana's head came around to look at her cousin in surprise. Her eyes darted to where Fitzwilliam sat opposite, calmly stirring his coffee. She reasoned that it was probable that Ignatius was extending a welcome to the family with such an address, a notion which only deepened her dismay since it would confirm what she had not been able to verify from the Colonel himself.
Miss Bingley's smile indicated her willingness to accept his proposal. "I would be happy to show you, although I doubt I could answer your questions." She also doubted Charles' ability to answer them.
"Thank you. Some answers may be self-evident when I've had a closer look. Any that remain I can address with Mr. Bingley when he returns." He suggested they start shortly after the conclusion of breakfast, if it was convenient for her. Miss Bingley was quick to declare herself to be at leisure for the entirety of the morning.
Lord Matlock cleared his throat. "We leave at half eleven, Ignatius. Do not keep me waiting."
"Yes, sir," replied the Viscount a bit peevishly.
"Very good, then." The Earl turned his attention to his niece. "Georgiana, do you wish to come back to town with us?"
Surprised by the question, Miss Darcy replied in a quiet, tentative voice. "Thank you but no. I am hoping to spend more time with my brother before we must return to London. I know that Fitzwilliam will need to attend to matters there soon."
"Indeed, if he intends to procure the license and have the announcements published, he won't want to wait until Catherine learns of it by rumour. Best to have it all out in the open so her arguments are truly pointless."
"Father," Colonel Fitzwilliam ventured in a warning tone. "Arguing with Darcy is pointless at the best of times."
The Earl laughed but Georgiana was a little frightened at the suggestion of her imperious aunt and her beloved brother actually arguing about his engagement. Lady Catherine had always frightened the shy girl and while Darcy had usually intervened, saving her from oppressive lectures, Georgiana realised that following his wedding there would be a period of time when she would be without his protection. Moreover, she suddenly wondered where she'd be spending those weeks Darcy and Elizabeth would be away. It was quite possible that both of her guardians would be marrying and leaving her in the care of Aunt Catherine herself until they returned!
"You are welcome at Matlock anytime, niece. Do not wait for an invitation. Your aunt is forever delighted to see you." Lord Matlock refilled his coffee cup. "No doubt you'll stay with us after Darcy's wedding. I think it highly unlikely that he would prefer to send you to Rosings."
Georgiana was unsure how to respond but Fitzwilliam quickly spoke up. "Rosings has its attractions, of course, although an extended stay at the London house would afford a greater variety of activities to expand Georgiana's mind and education; museums, art galleries, the theatre." He grinned. "See how her eyes light up at the mere mention? Do you think Mother could keep up?"
"Presented with the chance to show Georgiana off amongst the ton, she'll not even allow herself to grow faint." The Earl surveyed the young people before him. He was satisfied that his heir was making an effort. All that remained was to see what progress he could accomplish in the next few hours before they must depart.
***
Fitzwilliam paused in the open doorway, listening to the music. The notes were clear and strong, played with grace and delicacy, yet something wasn't quite right. The sound was not the light and carefree tone he'd expected to hear. He stepped into the room.
"Why such a melancholy song, Georgiana? I thought Darcy's happiness would have infected your fingertips." The Colonel smiled teasingly.
The playing stopped immediately and Georgiana looked up at him. "It is your unhappiness that affects me now." She dropped her gaze to the keys before her.
"My unhappiness?" Taking a seat beside her on the bench, Fitzwilliam put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so that he could see it. "Do I appear unhappy?"
She studied his laughing eyes and admitted that he did not. "I do not understand, though. When you told me that Caroline was considering accepting the marriage offer -."
"Oh, but she refused. Silly little goose."
Georgiana's eyes widened at his words. "I thought you didn't want to marry her? Why do you call her a silly goose for refusing?"
The Colonel laughed. "Not Miss Bingley. You are the silly goose, you silly goose! Do not fret so over my domestic complications. Is Miss Bingley such a frightful ogre that you fear for me should she become my wife?" He patted her hand to soothe the embarrassment evident in her cheeks. "I appreciate your concern but will you promise me one thing?"
"If I can."
She looked so serious that he rephrased his request before speaking again. "When I do find a lady who will accept me, try to be happy for me."
"Oh, if you are happy, I will be happy." Georgiana shyly smiled.
"Very good. Now, will you play me something more cheerful than that dirge you were plunking out a few minutes ago?" Rising from the bench, Fitzwilliam watched her leaf through the music and then place her hands on the keys. He sauntered over to the window to glance out at the park below.
"I confess, the notion of you marrying Caroline alarmed me but not for the reason you suggested," Georgiana said as she played. "She has for so many years made no secret of the fact that she wished to claim my brother for her own. She doesn't love him and I could see she has no affection for you, either. I would not have liked to see either of you marry someone who wants only your fortune. That is exactly what almost happened to me.... that summer... at Ramsgate." Her voice trailed off.
He was not listening, however. With an obviously distracted air, eyes fixed on some point outside the window, Fitzwilliam left the room while his words were still echoing, "Excuse me, Georgiana. I see something I must attend to."
***
To make best use of his time, Ignatius chose one of the more secluded paths he had seen from the window in his bedchamber. It wound through the garden, away from the house, eventually entering the shrubbery at the far end of the immediate grounds. Here there would be no chance of being seen from the house or even the stable.
"It is noticeably cooler here in the shade." He admired Miss Bingley's figure as she walked just ahead of him on a narrow section of the path.
She turned slightly in order to see him while replying, "I suppose that would be welcome during the hottest days of the summer. There is a small table and stone benches a bit further ahead. They overlook a view of the park although the setting itself is quite shielded from the lower gardens."
"That sounds delightful," he said, smiling to himself.
They continued on until, as Miss Bingley had said, they came upon the table and benches. The view was of some distance though unremarkable. Still, one could imagine it to be pleasant enough if refreshments were to hand. He noticed Miss Bingley shiver a little and promptly offered her his coat.
"I should not have taken you so far from the house without suggesting you wear something warmer," he said, slipping his coat over her shoulders.
"You were not to know it would be so cool during our walk." She looked at him gratefully, tucking her arms inside the warm fabric.
"I was remiss, dear lady," insisted Ignatius. Now that he had provided for her comfort, propriety dictated that he step away... yet he did not. Nor did she. "It is ... very secluded here."
Caroline could feel his nearness without having to look. "Are the gardens at Matlock designed in such a style? I do not believe I have ever seen them."
"There are many secluded sections," he replied in a low voice. "I would like to show them to you sometime." He realised his error when she made a small gasp. "I mean... oh, dear. I would be happy to show you the gardens, not the secluded parts. Er... I've offended you. That was the furthest from my thoughts, please believe me!"
His entire speech seemed so ludicrous that Miss Bingley brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Lord Belper, I am not offended. I admit your remark surprised me but it was your candour, not any suggestion of impropriety. I never imagined myself to be the object of attention of so great a man as.. yourself." She turned to face him, their bodies only inches apart. "You have no idea how flattered I am."
Shaking his head with relief, Ignatius dared to touch her hand. "It is I who should be flattered. I would also be grateful if... but it is too soon to speak of it." He looked into her eyes, gathering confidence in the excitement he could see there.
"Well, this is quite cosy."
The droll voice could belong to none but his brother. Lord Belper turned around. "Do not judge others by your own standards."
Colonel Fitzwilliam's eyebrow rose incredulously. "Perhaps the young lady did not acquaint you with the particulars of her situation."
"If you mean the engagement -."
"That is exactly what I mean." Fitzwilliam resisted the urge to look at Miss Bingley although he was very curious to see her expression. She, at least, knew the truth; that she had refused the Earl's offer. "Now what have you to say?"
Ignatius pointed his chin up, the length of his nose accentuated by the elevation. "I will speak with Darcy as soon as he returns."
The Colonel started. "Darcy? What the devil has he to do with it?"
"Language!" reprimanded his brother.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Iggy." Fitzwilliam waved a hand in Miss Bingley's direction. "She'll get used to it once she's lived in an army camp for awhile."
"Army camp!" Caroline and Ignatius cried simultaneously.
"Most certainly," the Colonel continued. "I'll not have my wife living in town, the two of us separated for most of the year while I am with my regiment."
"Your wife!" Ignatius stared, first at one and then the other. "But I thought you were engaged to Darcy."
"Darcy?" laughed Fitzwilliam. "You can be so stupid sometimes, Iggy. Darcy is engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a delightful young woman he met here last year. That is why he spends most of his time at their home. Whatever gave you the idea he'd make an offer to Miss Bingley?"
"Well, why did you?" asked his perplexed brother.
"That is an easy question to answer."
Miss Bingley finally found her voice. "You didn't!" Both gentlemen's eyes fixed on her. "You didn't make me an offer."
Fitzwilliam nodded. "No, you're quite correct. I didn't. Lord Matlock did."
Ignatius shook his head rapidly. "I am confused. How could Father make her an offer? He is already married."
Colonel Fitzwilliam let the obvious ridiculousness of that statement go by. "He made the offer on my behalf. Have you not figured it out, Iggy? Miss Bingley is the woman our aunt was raving about. She is the Scarlet Woman. Consider yourself fortunate that it was I who came upon you here; not Bingley, not Lady Catherine and not our father. What a dilemma that would have made! Elder brother caught in a compromising situation with his sibling's betrothed!"
"I am NOT marrying you!" cried Miss Bingley, anger and embarrassment colouring her cheeks. "I refused that offer. If you think differently it is certainly not due to anything I've done!"
Lord Belper stepped between the two. "Obviously you weren't completely truthful in our discussion yesterday, Harold. I want to hear the rest."
"He tore my dress!"
"It was an accident," Fitzwilliam calmly responded.
Caroline glared at him. "You left me alone in the music room after I'd suffered the abuse of Lady Catherine!" She turned to Lord Belper. "I was humiliated and he didn't even attempt to defend me. Can you see why I refused to marry him?"
"You're despicable, Harold." Ignatius narrowed his gaze. It was clear to him that his brother had erred grievously and this gentlewoman was an innocent victim.
"As you wish," sighed the Colonel. "I thought Darcy was unbending but you greatly exceed his peculiarities. I am by no means a prude but neither am I the libertine you imagine me to be. I had no designs on Miss Bingley. The unhappy scene between us was the result of a combination of misunderstanding and mischance. Add Lady Catherine and it became instant melodrama." He turned to face Caroline, bowing his head respectfully. "I deeply regret the embarrassment you have suffered and understand your reasons for turning down the offer made to you. Please believe that I would have willingly accepted you as my wife if that had been your choice. I hope that we may now part on cordial terms." A tentative smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as his expression softened.
Unable to remain angry under such an assault, Miss Bingley nodded in agreement, although she didn't go so far as to smile. "I am inclined to forget all that has passed between us. It is too unsettling to remain at odds with you. I dislike... disliking others."
"Are you quite satisfied?" demanded Lord Belper. "It's all sorted. Now be off with you."
A look of astonishment appeared on his brother's face. "Surely you don't wish to expose Miss Bingley to the same peril that we have just cleared up! No, I shall remain here so that there will be no question of the innocence of your intentions." The Colonel seated himself on one of the benches, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest.
Ignatius gritted his teeth.
Chapter 35
Bingley was thoughtful on the ride back home. It was unusual for him to be so reticent but the day's visit had struck him as turning extremely odd following their walk into Meryton. He had been very uncomfortable under Mrs. Bennet's eye when they had returned to the sitting room. Jane was quieter than usual and Miss Elizabeth turned from pink to red the more her mother spoke, not that Bingley recollected anything that woman had said. He had spent his time alternately admiring Jane's profile and occasionally nodding to the others as if he knew of what they were speaking. It was during these brief nodding sessions that he took note of Miss Elizabeth's rising colour and the more unusual sight of Darcy actually holding back laughter!
"I say Darcy," he suddenly said, startling his friend from his own reverie. "What was so amusing?"
"I beg your pardon?" a perplexed Darcy enquired. Not being privileged to know Bingley's thoughts it was hardly surprising that he had no idea what this question meant. His own mind had been very pleasantly entertaining notions that would not be described as amusing, although he suspected he may have been smiling.
"At Longbourn, while we were sitting together. I could have sworn you were trying not to laugh, but at what?"
"Ah," his friend began, relieved that he need not reveal his most recent musings but not entirely sure he could recall the moment to which Bingley referred. "Mrs. Bennet was not very subtle in cautioning her daughters in our presence, don't you think?" The confused expression on the other young man's face told Darcy that he was probably the only party in that room who had heard a word Mrs. Bennet had said. No, he corrected himself. Elizabeth heard and was mortified. "Perhaps you were not paying attention at the time."
Bingley chuckled. "I'm surprised you were listening at all. I thought your opinion was that she never says anything worth hearing?"
"Hmm," grumbled Darcy, not wishing to be reminded of his ill-expressed remark. "If you wish to allay the fears of Miss Bennet you would do well to listen to her mother once in a while."
"Fears?" Bingley was immediately all seriousness and concern marked his brow. "What could she possibly be saying to frighten Jane?"
Lowering his head to gaze at his friend, Darcy gave vent to his astonishment. "Think, man! We are about to embark on marriage, the ladies are about to become wives, with all that entails. Do you not believe that Mrs. Bennet, as their mother, would take an active interest in informing them of all that entails?"
Bingley blinked and pulled his horse to a halt. "She's an... excitable woman."
"Precisely," Darcy nodded. "With a fertile imagination."
"But Jane wasn't uneasy... I mean, she is always quiet and seemed no different today." A slight flush in his face confirmed his own uneasiness with discussing the subject, however vaguely.
"I do not believe it occurred to Mrs. Bennet until this very morning that she should address the matter with her daughters."
"What could have happened this morning to put her mind to do it now?" Bingley wondered but his friend had already moved his horse on and his attention appeared to be fixed on the lane ahead. He recalled that Darcy and Miss Elizabeth had been in Mrs. Bennet's company before Jane and himself had caught up with them. He smiled to himself, somewhat relieved that his own conduct was not in question and amused that the staid and upstanding Darcy was more suspect. Spurring his horse forward, Bingley drew up alongside Darcy. "What do you suggest we do?"
"Do?" Darcy's mind had wandered in a direction different than his friend's. He had to retrace the conversation before he could reply. "Why, go to London as soon as possible, of course."
"Go to London? Whatever for?" cried an aghast Bingley.
"Are you so lovestruck that you have forgotten about the more mundane aspects of marrying?" Shaking his head, Darcy found himself wondering how his friend had managed before he came along. "The sooner we have the licenses, the sooner the weddings can take place. There are also the settlements and other legal arrangements to finalise. I, quite frankly, believe the less time Mrs. Bennet has to school her daughters to her way of thinking, the better."
Bingley stared at him. "I've never before heard you speak in such a fashion, Darcy."
"Would you prefer to marry Jane or a younger image of Mrs. Bennet? For that is what I fear may happen if she is allowed too much time to instruct them prior to the wedding. I favour Elizabeth the way she is, not what she may become under her mother's tutelage." The words sounded harsh even to his ears but Darcy had already seen the effect that Mrs. Bennet had upon his betrothed. Elizabeth was a woman of uncommon sense but when faced with an unknown, the likes of which any young woman would have no better source with whom to consult but her own mother, the probable outcome was not favourable considering this particular source. "What say you to going the day after tomorrow?"
Bingley agreed and the two men had decided upon their travel arrangements before reaching Netherfield. It was a surprise to both upon arriving to discover the Earl's carriage waiting out front; it was long past the hour he had intended to depart. A commotion could be heard through the open doorway and Darcy quickly dismounted, recognising the voices of his uncle and cousins. Bingley followed, concern furrowing his brow; he disliked arguments at the best of times. Even more disconcerting was the sight of his sister in the midst of the scene. He rushed toward her but Darcy was there before him.
"Miss Bingley, may I be of assistance?" His gaze was on his uncle even though his words were addressed to the lady.
"Darcy," called Lord Belper as if his cousin were on the other side of a ballroom. "You will agree with me, I'm certain. Is it not shameful the way my relations have conducted this entire affair?"
Darcy considered that if their current behaviour was any indication of the way they handled whatever Ignatius found offensive then he would be forced to agree. It was not prudent to say this aloud, however. "I have not the pleasure of understanding you. To what do you refer?"
"To my brother's unprincipled actions resulting in our Father trying to arrange a marriage with the unfortunate young lady!" cried Ignatius, appearing every inch the most severely abused by the business.
With the mention of Fitzwilliam's questionable principles, Bingley moved toward his sister in an attempt to remove her from the scene. "This is no place for you, Caroline," he hissed near her ear as he took her arm and pulled her away.
Miss Bingley was torn between wishing to stay, to see and hear what was about to unfold, and allowing her brother to take her to another room, for that would ensure that he would not hear the details about to be revealed. She realised it was only a temporary measure, for once Darcy learned what had happened no doubt he would repeat it to his friend. Charles would be appalled, not only with Colonel Fitzwilliam's behaviour but with her own as well. The decision was removed from her control when Lord Matlock addressed Bingley, causing the younger man to release her arm as he turned.
"Please forgive my impetuous offspring," said the Earl. "Neither seem to be on their best behaviour of late."
"You cannot mean me," huffed Ignatius, assuming an air of supreme dignity. "I have done nothing of which to be ashamed."
Colonel Fitzwilliam was no less opinionated than the other members of his family. "You may as well say 'there but for the grace of God go I'! Had I not sat watch over the two of you in the garden this conversation would be decidedly different."
"Gentlemen!" intervened Darcy whose suspicions about the lady's identity alarmed him. "I have not the slightest idea what this is about but I hardly think the front hall an appropriate place to conduct a performance such as this!" His piercing gaze was directed at each of them in turn. Then he led the way to the nearest room that afforded privacy.
Bingley paused in the doorway. "This is obviously a family matter, Darcy."
His friend looked past him to where Miss Bingley stood with an anxious expression upon her face. "I think you'll find it involves you as well, Bingley."
An astonished Bingley stared at his sister whose downcast eyes were all he needed to awaken his brotherly instincts. "Caroline?" His voice was quiet concern but when he spoke again it was with authority. "Go to your room and await me there. I shall speak with you after we are done here."
She had rarely seen him so determined and entertained no thought of opposition. "Yes, Charles," she replied, maintaining her composure as she walked away until the door could be heard to click shut. Stifling a sob, Caroline ran up the stairs.
Bingley was angry and confused as he faced the others. Still ignorant of the details, he was offended nonetheless. In addition, an irrational sense of betrayal swept over him. Looking at the calm expression on the Earl's face and the more emotional ones on his sons', Bingley did not know where to begin.
Darcy's voice broke the silence. "So, who shall begin?"
Colonel Fitzwilliam stepped forward. He had no intention of allowing his father the opportunity to further skew the perspective on recent events. Carefully choosing his words, he explained the unfortunate occurrence in the music room, assuming all responsibility for the damage to both Miss Bingley's wardrobe and quite possibly her reputation while remaining silent about the suspicions he had entertained as to her plans to interfere in Darcy's romance with Miss Bennet. Once Lady Catherine's part was revealed it became clear what had prompted Lord Matlock's sudden arrival. His attempt to repair the situation did not sit well with Bingley, however.
"It won't do, sir," he cried. "It just will not do! I should have been consulted first. My sister should not have been placed in the position to make such a decision on her own! She is under my roof and my care. And you, Colonel Fitzwilliam, are a... I would not have believed you capable of trifling with a lady's feelings in this way!"
Darcy's disapproving glare was on all three of his relatives. He was particularly disappointed with his uncle, for the man gave no appearance of remorse for his part, in all likelihood the most serious of the transgressions. Failure to involve Bingley in his sister's plight was unforgivable in Darcy's opinion and, of all people, Colonel Fitzwilliam should have realised it having experienced a similar trial only a year before with Georgiana. "Miss Bingley's mortification is apparent and quite justified. I can imagine how embarrassed she must feel to have you three squabbling in the front entry within the hearing of all and sundry. There is now more for which to atone than the mishap which started the whole business."
"I should have known you'd take Harold's side," sneered the Viscount.
"I take no side but Miss Bingley's," replied Darcy sharply. "She should be the primary concern for each of you, as well. May I suggest that we all sit down and begin to discuss this rationally, or as rationally as such a matter may be discussed." Motioning to the chairs, he directed the other men to take seats.
Bingley was grateful for his friend's adept method in taking control of the situation. It gave him some moments to try and collect his own thoughts and feelings about what he had just learned. He looked to Darcy, encouraging him to continue in his role. Darcy nodded and turned to address his cousins.
"Fitzwilliam has given us his account but I don't understand your involvement, Ignatius. You did not arrive with Lord Matlock. What prompted you to come to Netherfield?"
"Mother -," began Ignatius but his brother interrupted with a snort.
"Don't blame Mother for your distorted sense of family honour." The Colonel turned to Darcy. "He was afraid I'd tarnish his own reputation by running amok in the country."
The Earl silenced both of his sons when they seemed about to embark on a longstanding argument. "Neither of you fully comprehend the ramifications of your actions upon the family's reputation. I could not allow my sister to spread tales of Harold's debauchery throughout the countryside. As fanciful as the story sounded, I had no choice but to investigate. Ignatius was driven here by my wife's inability to dismiss Lady Catherine's words as so much drivel, her nervous state whipped into a frenzy of dreadful anticipation of her youngest child's fall from grace."
Frowning, Darcy surveyed the faces before him. "Did any of you consider Miss Bingley's feelings in your rush to protect the Matlock name?"
"Of course," replied his uncle. "I would not have offered her Harold otherwise."
Lord Belper sputtered incredulously, "I cannot believe that you would suggest marriage to the cause of her grief as a solution to the lady's wounded sensibilities!"
The Earl gazed at him impassively. "I think you'll find it is the traditional resolution in similar situations. However, you seem determined to see your brother punished. If you were in my place just what would you have offered as recompense for her suffrage, my son? Before you reply, please cogitate on the propriety of putting forth a monetary emolument."
"I would offer to marry her myself," Ignatius firmly declared.
Lord Matlock raised an eyebrow. "And just how is that different from the offer I made?"
Bingley opened his mouth to speak but Darcy put out a hand, signalling him to let them continue uninterrupted.
"The difference is that I want to marry her while Harold would do it merely because you tell him to."
"What you mean is that you would marry her because I tell you not to." The Earl's expression was smug.
"You are twisting my words," protested his son. He abruptly turned to Bingley, his shoulders squared and a determined look upon his features. "Mr. Bingley, I request your permission, and your approval, to formally and properly court your sister for the purpose of marriage."
Bingley's mouth fell open. "I... I..." He looked at his friend who was standing silently, waiting to hear his response. Drawing Darcy aside, Bingley whispered excitedly, "What should I do?"
"Grant him permission," was the easily expressed reply. Darcy sympathised with his position. He knew it would not be many years before young men began to approach him regarding Georgiana.
"But what if she doesn't want to marry him?"
"Then she'll refuse his proposal, Bingley. At least give her the opportunity to decide for herself."
Bingley habitually relied upon Darcy's opinions and advice. Despite the fact that his advice had been proven wrong when it came to Jane Bennet's feelings, he did not discard his friend's words now. On the contrary, he embraced them and smiled as he returned to Lord Belper, saying, "I can't speak for Caroline but I shall be pleased to welcome you into my home and wish you every success."
Darcy shook his head and smiled; Bingley's guileless nature was refreshing in the stuffy room. The Viscount expressed his gratitude for the acceptance of his petition, announcing that he would delay his father's departure no longer. However, the Earl was not ready to leave without first having a word with his sons in private. He waited until the other two men had left the room, having assured them that he would not go without saying goodbye. When the door closed, Lord Matlock silently watched Ignatius and Harold until the latter began to grow uncomfortable.
"What displeases you now, sir?" Fitzwilliam sighed.
His father's gaze was stern. "I wish to have sons who can speak civilly to one another and to me."
"Iggy and I have never been amicable, Father. You know that." The Colonel honestly believed the fault to lie primarily with his brother but to say so would invite even more discord. As for the second accusation, any incivility with his father was the result of the older man's attempts to control the direction of his son's life without consultation.
Ignatius did not view the situation in exactly the same way. "You cannot blame me, Father. Harold has always been envious of my position. As the younger son it was unfortunately unavoidable."
"Envious!" sputtered Fitzwilliam. "Is that what you believe? I've never envied you or your inheritance but I've been embarrassed time and again by your conduct in public!"
"My conduct?" Ignatius stared at him with undisguised incredulity. "I was never the one to chase after any woman who smiled in my direction."
"Of course not. They ran from you and your insensibility," Fitzwilliam countered. "I didn't have to do any chasing. The ladies found my company infinitely preferable to that of my boring older brother."
"Miss Bingley seems to be of the opposite opinion," said the Viscount triumphantly.
Lord Matlock heaved a disappointed sigh. "Obviously it is too much to ask that you behave like adults. You may continue your bickering without me. I shall see both of you at home where, I trust, you will conduct yourselves with more consideration for your mother's agitated disposition." There was a period of silence as he waited for them to respond. At last, with the encouragement of the Earl's unflinching glare, his sons chorused,
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I hope that we understand each other in this small respect, at least." He moved toward the door. "I will take my leave of the others. Ignatius, if you choose to travel with me after all do not spend more than fifteen minutes in making your own goodbyes."
When he was gone the brothers eyed each other cautiously but the tension which had reigned up to that moment was broken. Lord Belper nodded politely, then followed his father's example and left the room.
***
"So much for our plans to leave for London," mumbled Bingley.
Darcy was surprised. "How so?"
"Well, I'll have to stay here with Caroline to chaperone your cousin's visits."
"Nonsense! Bring her to London with us. She can stay with the Hursts and they can chaperone her. I'm sure my cousin would prefer to court her in Town anyway. He has a house there and it will certainly give them a greater variety of places to go than if she stayed here. It has the advantage of leaving you free to enjoy Miss Bennet's company while your sister enjoys the attentions of Ignatius." Despite having heard it from the man's own lips, Darcy was still baffled by his cousin's sudden interest in Miss Bingley. He planned to interrogate Colonel Fitzwilliam after the Earl left, to discover exactly what had happened in the last two days.
"An excellent idea, Darcy! I will go up and let Caroline know what has been decided." Bingley did not appear to be looking forward to that interview. He had no idea where his sister's interests might lie but if she did not want to encourage Lord Belper then he was even more grateful for Darcy's quick thinking that would leave an angry Caroline in London while Bingley returned to Hertfordshire.
Chapter 36
Caroline watched the Earl's carriage pull away from Netherfield, down the long drive to the London road beyond the hedges. She had seen Lord Matlock climb inside but not before he had ushered his son before him. Hoping he would see her standing at the window, Caroline waited until the horses and carriage had disappeared from sight before she turned away, disappointed. He had not looked back
Almost immediately she chided herself for expecting him to do so. After all, he did not know she would be watching nor where her window was along Netherfield's expansive front exposure. It did not lessen the bitter feeling, however.
A soft knock at the door interrupted this dark train of thought. "Come in," she called, too weary to evade what she suspected would be her brother to deliver a lecture neither of them wanted to endure.
Charles peered into the room, relieved to find her in a relatively calm state even with the evidence of recent weeping staining her cheeks. "Caroline, I have some news which I believe will not come as a surprise to you." He moved further into the room, firmly closing the door to ensure the privacy of the conversation. "I wish you had come to me at the first. Since you did not, I am uncertain how you will feel about the arrangement that has been agreed upon."
"Arrangement?" she managed to utter. Foreboding gripped her imagination; had her brother overturned her refusal to marry Colonel Fitzwilliam? "What is going to happen?"
"I granted Darcy's cousin permission to call upon you. He asked, formally, declaring his intention was marriage." Bingley studied her expression for a moment. "You are not pleased."
"Do you expect me to be pleased when it has been decided in such a manner?" she replied with some feeling.
"Is that the only thing about it that does not meet with your approval? I heard all the particulars and, although I was shocked to learn of what had happened under my own roof, I was more disappointed that you did not feel you could come to me for help!" Unaccustomed to raising his voice, Bingley now made a conscious effort to speak more softly. "Caroline, I know we do not agree on many things but I would hope you could believe in my support as your brother."
"I am sorry, Charles." Truly, she was and if it was not apparent in her voice, at least her expression convinced him. "What will happen next?"
"We will be returning to London the day after tomorrow."
Caroline looked up at this, surprised by his decision. "Why? I mean, I thought you would wish to stay on here for a while longer, to be close to Jane."
"Oh, it is because of Jane that we are returning to London. Well, partly." Her brother smiled. "I must see my solicitor about the marriage settlements and get the license, of course. Once that is done I will come back here."
His use of the singular did not escape her notice. "I am to remain in town with Louisa."
"Yes."
Caroline's brow furrowed slightly in consternation. "Is Colonel Fitzwilliam leaving for town as well?"
"He may stay here if he likes." However, Bingley was now confused. Had he just granted permission to the wrong brother? He shook his head lightly, recalling Darcy's words that Caroline would refuse Lord Belper if she didn't want to marry him. "Although I understood that his mother has requested a visit so he just might accompany us after all."
"Oh." The thought of the entire Fitzwilliam family being in London at once gave rise to more anxiety in Caroline's heart. She was to become a bug under a glass while Lord and Lady Matlock inspected her worth. Even the younger son of an Earl had standards that must be met.
"London is a far better place for courting anyway, and you'll have Louisa and Hurst as chaperones. They will do a much better job of it than I ever could." Bingley was relieved at the ease with which the news had been delivered. His sister's view was still a mystery but at least she had not become hysterical upon hearing his plans. It was by no means certain that she would remain so collected, however. "I'm sorry it came to this, Caroline, but he was insistent. I saw no other way if your reputation was to be preserved."
"Of course, Charles." The meekness of her reply did not lessen the intensity of her emotion. She requested that her brother leave her to digest the enormity of it all and, after he was gone, Caroline sat for some moments, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Although her impromptu rush to Hertfordshire had been fuelled by a desire to claim Darcy and ensure that Elizabeth Bennet was left in the cold, never could she have imagined losing Darcy, her reputation and becoming engaged to a man she barely knew in less than a day's time! Louisa would surely think her mad.
Caroline wasn't sure, herself.
***
Colonel Fitzwilliam, having been divested of the pressures of his immediate relations, now saw Darcy eyeing him with suspicion when he entered the games room. He had not planned on so soon an encounter with his cousin, believing him to be involved in advising his friend on the next proper course of action regarding Miss Bingley. Finding him thus, staring rather ominously at his person, Fitzwilliam sighed in resignation that yet another confrontation was about to occur.
"Well, go ahead. Say it."
Darcy, in his usual straightforward manner, asked, "What really happened between you and Miss Bingley in the music room? Lady Catherine may be prone to exaggeration but there must have been something questionable for her to see in order to set her imagination in motion."
"Seeing as you must know," replied the Colonel, sinking into a chair, "the entire mess was your fault."
"My fault!"
"To give you more time with Miss Bennet, hoping you would come to the point, it was necessary to keep Miss Bingley from taking desperate steps to entrap you first." Fitzwilliam was smug; the favour he had done his cousin was invaluable in his opinion. "It was regrettable that the scene got out of hand. I had no idea she would react in such a way."
"That is in no way any fault of mine," huffed Darcy. "You took it upon yourself to interfere. I did not ask."
"You? Ask? Of course you didn't ask. What a ridiculous notion! I foolishly thought -." Fitzwilliam was interrupted by the appearance of Bingley, who happened that moment to discover where his guests had gone.
"Ah, good. You are both here." Quickly closing the door, Bingley advanced toward the two cousins, intent on one. "It is you, Fitzwilliam, with whom I must have words but I would like Darcy to hear what I have to say." He did not wait for either man to respond, taking up a position in front of their seats where he stood, frowning. "Fitzwilliam, this entire business with my sister is very disturbing. However, after I spoke with Caroline I was reminded of something that happened earlier this week, that did not seem important at the time but in light of today's information I must revisit it."
Both Darcy and the Colonel were mystified by Bingley's reference. "To what do you refer?" enquired Darcy.
"It was while you were still unconscious. Fitzwilliam wanted to know why you had come after Wickham and suggested that I might be able to discern something from the note you had left him but instead of the note, I discovered the paper he had handed me to be a letter; a personal letter of Fitzwilliam's to a lady. Of course, I didn't read more than the first lines when I realised what it was. I must know, though... was this written to my sister? Were you already trifling with her feelings, sir!"
"Good Lord, no!" cried the Colonel. "That was no letter of mine! Truthfully, it was Darcy's. He had left it behind in Kent and I brought it with me to return it to him. But what is this about it being for a lady?" He turned to his cousin. "Was it for Georgiana?"
Darcy had gone pale while the others were talking but neither of the other gentlemen noticed his reaction as Bingley drew Fitzwilliam's attention once more. "I know this much; it was not for Georgiana. How could you suggest that letter was written by Darcy? It was obviously an intimate correspondence to a woman and he would never engage in such improper conduct!"
"You believe that I would, however! It's perfectly clear that you misunderstood what you did read for in all honesty the letter was Darcy's. His man told me so himself." Fitzwilliam's gaze was on his cousin. "I gave you that very missive and you accepted it, told me it was incomplete and that you ..." His voice trailed off as his mind finally put together the clues. "It was for Miss Bennet, wasn't it? You were going to tell her the truth about Wickham but then decided to reveal him to everyone as the scoundrel he is."
"Yes," admitted Darcy in a quiet voice. "It was for Elizabeth."
Bingley's memory wasn't often so exacting. In this instance, however, he recalled the opening he had read and now looked upon his friend in puzzlement. 'Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to you. I write without any intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on wishes, which, for the happiness of both, cannot be too soon forgotten.' "But it was-." He stopped. Darcy's gaze was lowered but his friend detected a trace of embarrassment in his expression. It seemed likely that Fitzwilliam was unaware of the true contents of that letter and, although Bingley had only glimpsed a small portion, there was unquestionably more to it than the relating of George Wickham's corrupt ways. That subject alone was hardly the stuff of which to write to a lady under any circumstances that Bingley could imagine. For his strict friend there must have been an underlying motive to command her attention in such a manner. It bore consideration before he would say more. "I mean, I can understand why you chose to come back here instead of finishing it, Darcy. You must have been very concerned for Miss Elizabeth to have even entertained the idea of committing a gross impropriety like that. Despite the unfortunate turn of events I am pleased that you changed your mind about informing her in that way."
"I am absolved, then?" The Colonel fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket. "I comprehend the level of concern you have for your sister but there is nothing more than the incident you have already heard."
"As if that isn't bad enough!" Bingley's frown deepened. "I am not convinced I have done the right thing in granting your brother permission to call upon Caroline. The entire affair is very confusing. I hope Louisa and Hurst will fare better. Perhaps Caroline will at least confide in her sister about her true feelings. I confess that I'm at a loss in that area."
Neither of his companions could boast of better understanding a lady's mind and thus the room was silent for some time as each meditated on the recent events they had experienced. Bingley finally rose and poured out drinks for them all, handing out the glasses and offering a toast to better luck in the future, at least for himself and Darcy who would have ample opportunities to improve their skills. A soft knock on the door preceded the entrance of a servant who had come to inform his master that dinner would be served shortly. The man added that Miss Bingley had conveyed her regrets that she would not be joining the gentlemen at dinner and had a tray sent up to her room.
It was to be a quiet evening after all.
***
Apprehensive was the word that best described Elizabeth's feelings as she waited with her sister for their mother to make an appearance. Mrs. Bennet had pointedly informed them that she wished to speak with her soon-to-be-married daughters before the end of the day. Now, as the rest of Longbourn's occupants prepared for bed, Jane and Elizabeth sat wide-eyed and awake, drawing comfort from one another's presence. Discussion between them had taken place, unenlightening yet reassuring in shared ignorance. For Jane, anticipation of the forthcoming divulgence of the secrets of married life was cause for discomfort. Elizabeth, however, was more in fear of the manner of the recital than the information it might contain. She simply could not envision her mother relating such facts in a calm, rational style. There would be an obligatory handkerchief or two waving about with dramatic pauses in the narration in order to call for smelling salts or to calm a palpitating heart.
Thus Jane sat, her back straight as a young sapling, fear in her very posture. She had dedicated to musings on this subject during the short time of her engagement. Mrs. Bennet's determination to address it now, rather than just prior to the wedding as was customary, gave Jane more reason to be alarmed. Had she unknowingly jeopardised her own and her family's reputations with her behaviour? Glancing over at her sister, she considered Elizabeth's relaxed appearance and concluded that it must have been herself to have panicked their mother today. Jane attempted to recall all that had occurred in the garden with Mr. Bingley prior to Mrs. Bennet's flight from the house. They had held hands but she was certain that was permissible with engaged couples. Sharing a bench could not be forbidden, either. Perhaps she should not have let Charles sit quite so close but the walk had tired her and she found his nearness reviving. Even when he placed his hand upon her -
"Do you think she has forgotten about us and gone to bed?" whispered Elizabeth.
At that moment the sound of voices conferring on the stairs carried up to the bedroom where the two sisters waited. They looked at each other, eyes widening at the words that could be clearly understood. Just as quickly the voices were quiet and the sound of approaching footsteps gave Jane and Elizabeth time to school their expressions before Mrs. Bennet opened the door.
"Ah, girls!" she loudly whispered. "Just as I hoped. Now, where do I begin?" She paced a few steps back and forth, hands performing their accustomed wringing motion even though their owner appeared more preoccupied with thought than disquiet. As if coming to a decision, Mrs. Bennet suddenly sat down beside Jane, turning to face both young women as she addressed them. "Lizzy, Jane, your weddings are still some weeks away but there are a few things I must caution you about. It is to be expected that the gentlemen will be calling here almost every day and I would not want you to feel you have to spend all of your time immersed in planning or even confined to the house with all of your family. However, with more familiarity the young men will become more comfortable and less formal in their behaviour. This is where you must be vigilant! Such beautiful young ladies as you are will tempt them to.... to request confirmation of your promise, perhaps something as simple as holding your hand. Perhaps more." She looked directly at Elizabeth before continuing. "You must remain steadfast, girls. This period of time is exciting, anticipating your special day. The gentlemen are also anticipating it... and what comes after."
Jane gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Mama!"
Mrs. Bennet's hands began the wringing motion again. "Oh, Jane! You will be a married woman soon. You are no longer a child. Once you accept Mr. Bingley as your husband there will be no more secrets. You will know what it is to be a wife." She rose from the bed and crossed to the dresser, picking up one of Elizabeth's combs. "It is my duty to ensure that you arrive at the altar.... unspoiled. By this I mean that you may permit your young men some liberties but you must also know when it will be too much."
"Mama," Elizabeth spoke up, unable to keep silent any longer. "You cannot seriously believe that they would compromise our honour!"
Her mother shook her head. "Lizzy, Lizzy.... temptation will be great. One gives in to the demands eventually. Rich men are used to having their own way but when they are as charming as Mr. Bingley or as handsome as Mr. Darcy.... well, need I be more explicit?"
Jane was visibly shaken by her mother's words. Elizabeth, however, grew more indignant with each perceived insult to her lover and said so.
"Oh, you are not making this easy at all!" cried Mrs. Bennet. "I am not speaking of his temptation!"
A gasp again escaped Jane's lips but Elizabeth stared, feeling her face grow hot and knowing all too well that her mother had seen the truth of it.
Mrs. Bennet, noticing the effect of her words, calmed slightly, speaking in a quieter voice as she reached for Elizabeth's hand. "Now you understand, Lizzy. It is you I worry about most. Jane's a good girl," she smiled at her eldest, "and will heed my warning but you are your father's daughter; stubborn, headstrong and would disregard my words as mere foolish imaginings. That will land you in grave straits more than you can imagine, my dear girls! Do not allow your feelings to overcome your sense of propriety. There will be plenty of opportunity for that once you are married. I'll tell you more about it later," she added with a faraway smile. Then she studied her daughters' faces for a moment. "Have you any questions?"
Jane was still trying to come to terms with the limits imposed upon her specific temptation and so remained silent. Elizabeth was also thoughtfully examining her own behaviour and, although she would continue to place her trust in Darcy to keep them from venturing too far beyond what was acceptable, she would also make more of an effort to recognise limitations.
"Well then," concluded their mother, "I will leave you to think about what I've said. As the wedding dates draw closer you will better comprehend my words of caution and, I hope, heed them." She suddenly giggled, startling Elizabeth and Jane with the sound. "I am so excited for you both!" Patting each daughter's hand, Mrs. Bennet left them, humming to herself.
Jane and Elizabeth exchanged astonished looks. In light of what they had heard earlier, in the conversation drifting up to their room, they should not have been so surprised. However, a young woman in love, accustomed to seeing her mother in a delicate state of emotion on a daily basis, has little inclination to ponder the whys and wherefores of her parents' marriage. Suffice it to say that Elizabeth had previously thought her father barely disguised his tolerance of her mother's silliness while the lady herself had immersed her energy into the marketing of her five daughters, an arduous task for even the stoutest of hearts. Since each had found a distraction, what time was there for attention to the other partner?
Jane had never been critical of the behaviour of her parents. More often accepting their peculiarities as misunderstandings on the part of the observer, she now tried very hard to steer her thoughts away from the direction they were heading. It would not do to be lingering on so intimate a subject despite the fact that her mother had broached it first and also promised to revisit it in the near future! How could she keep her mind otherwise engaged?
"Lizzy," Jane suddenly said, startling herself as well as her sister. "Lizzy, what do you think Mama meant by all that?" It was perhaps safer to speak with a less knowledgeable woman whose experience was as ignorant as her own.
Elizabeth, hesitating, replied, "I think she expects us to become shameless... um.. that we'll end up like...."
"Lydia," breathed Jane, her eyes round with horror. "Oh, that Mama could ever believe me to act the flirt!"
Holding back amusement at the comparatively tame conclusion her sister had supplied, Elizabeth felt the tension slide away. "No, Jane. Mama said she worries more about me than you, and that you were are good girl who would heed her warning." Grinning, she continued, "And I confess that her worries are justified."
"Lizzy!" If it were possible for Jane's eyes to grow bigger they would have strained with the effort. "You didn't... you haven't been... indiscreet with Mr. Darcy, have you?"
Elizabeth's cheeks were flushed. "I have. We have. Jane, the day he proposed we kissed.. right here in the front hall. What is worse is that Papa saw us and I would do it again without a moment's thought!" She dared not admit her actions which had formed the reply to Darcy's important question. "Mama is correct. I am a danger to myself."
"I cannot believe it!"
"It is true, Jane."
Shaking her head, Jane made her own confession. "Papa found Bingley and me in the same situation but in the front parlour. Oh, Lizzy! What is to become of us? I felt the same as yourself; I would kiss him again without any remorse. We are worse than Lydia!"