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Chapter 37
The road she had travelled many times in the last ten hours, but this was the only one outside of her imagination. Seated next to her brother, with Darcy and Georgiana opposite, Caroline Bingley considered for the hundredth time what awaited her in London. Never had she dreamed that she would be anything but eagerly looking forward to her engagement and courtship. The closer the carriage brought her, however, the more nervous she became. How was she to explain the situation to Louisa? Her sister would not believe it and Hurst would simply laugh at her misfortune.
The miles sped by, gently rolling hillside changing to the shabby houses of outer London. Miss Bingley could barely sit still. Charles' eyes were closed, he was most likely sleeping, but Miss Darcy and her brother were in quiet conversation. She envied their closeness, never having thought of her own brother as a confidante, and marvelled at it. Yet she said nothing, preferring to keep her fears to herself, particularly since she knew Colonel Fitzwilliam was also Georgiana's guardian. The entire matter sent her feelings into a muddle.
When at last the carriage arrived at the Darcy residence, Charles roused himself to hand Miss Darcy down from the compartment. This left a brief moment during which Caroline and Darcy were alone. He looked across at her, seemingly about to speak, but perhaps thought better of it and simply said farewell before stepping out. It seemed a long time before Charles reappeared, tapping on the roof to signal the driver to go on once he was seated. Caroline worked up the courage to speak.
"What did you write to Louisa to explain our coming back today?"
"I didn't say anything about your problem, if that's what you mean." Bingley examined his fingernails.
She sighed. "Thank you. It will be difficult enough to talk about with Louisa but if she'd already heard something...."
Her brother looked at her. "I didn't say I wouldn't speak with her about it. Hurst will need to be informed, as well. I just decided to wait until we could see them face to face before introducing such a shock."
"You make it sound so sordid."
"Caroline, it is bound to be a shock regardless of the circumstances surrounding his request. Louisa is bound to think it odd that you are suddenly being courted without any prior indication of interest." He glanced out the window as the carriage slowed. "Ah, we're here."
Miss Bingley drew a steadying breath and readied herself for the inevitable.
***
Pursing her lips in thought, Georgiana eyed her brother's silent form across the dinner table. Curiosity was making her impatient. Darcy had promised to tell her everything that had happened between their uncle and cousins but now he seemed in no hurry to fulfill that promise. She cleared her throat but he didn't look up. Clearing it again she was disappointed to hear him address one of the attending servants instead.
"Pour Miss Darcy a glass of water please, Richard."
She glared at him, also to no effect. Finally Darcy smiled in her direction and asked if they should remove to the music room. Georgiana hurriedly put down her glass and pushed back her chair. Her brother chuckled softly as he followed her out of the dining room. When the door closed and ensured their privacy, Miss Darcy rounded on him immediately.
"Fitzwilliam, what is going to happen to Miss Bingley? I know she turned down the chance to marry cousin Harold and, quite frankly, I was surprised. Surprised but relieved. I don't understand everything that occurred to make it necessary for him to marry her but why did she refuse and why did cousin Ignatius come to Netherfield?"
Darcy's raised hand forestalled any more questions. "Georgiana, there is a fine line between curiosity and impertinence. I realise that you are concerned for Fitzwilliam but you must not presume to pry into Miss Bingley's affairs unless she chooses to confide in you." He took her hand and led her to a chair. "Now, as for your cousin, he used poor judgement in a recent encounter with Miss Bingley, unfortunately witnessed by Lady Catherine. The result was our uncle arriving on the doorstep, quickly followed by our other cousin and confusion. Yes, Miss Bingley turned down the offer of marriage to Fitzwilliam. However, Ignatius appears to have taken exception to the entire affair and is not very happy with his brother at the moment. That is all I am going to say on the matter."
When Darcy had begun speaking, Georgiana had cast down her eyes at the mention of impertinence. She had no wish to behave in any way that would bring her brother's disapproval. His explanation did little to assuage her curiosity, though, and a thoughtful frown marked her brow. "Is Ignatius going to propose to Miss Bingley?"
"How on earth did you come to that conclusion?" asked an astonished Darcy.
Georgiana blushed. "There is nothing surprising, really, in Ignatius and Fitzwilliam disagreeing. That you would refuse to say more indicates that there is more to say. What else could it be but Ignatius has fallen in love with Caroline?"
Darcy considered it much more likely that their cousin was suffering from infatuation than something longer lasting but he kept that opinion to himself. "You amuse me with your predilection toward romance, my dear. Perhaps it is the flurry of recent engagements that has led your imagination in this direction. Regardless, I am not particularly interested in either of our cousins' romantic plans. Tomorrow Elizabeth will arrive in town, with her sister and mother, and the day after that we dine at Matlock House. An invitation was waiting for us when we arrived."
"I wonder who else will be there," mused Miss Darcy.
***
There was a strangeness in entering the home of Lord and Lady Matlock as a guest especially invited for dinner. Despite the presence of Charles and Jane, Caroline felt very much the only one who did not belong. Darcy was family, at least, and his betrothed, along with her mother, were natural additions to the party. By extension, Jane Bennet was future family and Charles, too. Caroline did not see this applying to herself; she was too far removed. It was obvious to herself that all the others would see her as intended for one of the gentlemen, only two of whom were still unattached.
Two days in London had not enlightened her to the identity of the Fitzwilliam brother intending to court her. It was not as if she could ask Charles to name him; what a fool she would look! Thus the dilemma remained unsolved and she took her seat at the Matlock's dining table between the Viscount and his younger sister's husband while Colonel Fitzwilliam sat opposite.
The conversation could only be described as ridiculous. Mrs. Bennet monopolised the Earl's attention through the first courses. The poor man appeared to tolerate it but an occasional glance down the length of the table revealed that his attention was not wholly engaged. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth were content with having no obligation to contribute; they seemed likely to be involved in furtive hand-holding under the table. Her own brother, seated next to the talkative Mrs. Bennet, was oblivious to any distraction from his beloved Jane.
Caroline was surprised to hear herself being addressed, looking across the table at the woman who now waited for a reply to her question. "I'm sorry," she said with some embarrassment. "I did not quite hear your question."
Lady Adelia pursed her lips briefly, then turned to the brother beside her, smiling. "I so clearly recall being inattentive to everything when Gerald was courting me."
Fitzwilliam barely interrupted his appreciation of the roast pheasant to say, "You were scatterbrained as an infant, Dee. We noticed no great difference."
Miss Bingley's eyes grew large but Lady Adelia only laughed with delight. "You are such an insolent cad! No wonder all the ladies favour you!"
Caroline's gaze fell to her plate. She wished the dinner were over but the inquisition had only begun.
"Tell me, Miss Bingley," continued Lady Adelia, "a little about yourself for my brother cannot seem to stop talking about you since he came home and, as you know, men are not to be believed when they are enraptured. You are as pretty as he said, though, so perhaps the rest is no exaggeration, either."
"Now who's being insolent, Dee?" The Colonel shot a mischievous glance across the table at his brother. "The lady's modesty will naturally forbid her from agreeing with any report you have heard. Do you plan to itemise her every quality expecting confirmation or denial? I fear you will disappointed. Miss Bingley will bear it all with quiet dignity."
Caroline's astonishment was visible in her very posture. Beside her, the Viscount whispered, "Do not let them intimidate you, Miss Bingley. Such childish behaviour is never worth acknowledging."
She looked at him, grateful for his encouragement, and saw the warm light in his eyes. It made her breath catch in her throat, then she just as quickly released it at the sound of a giggle from his sister. Lady Adelia was eyeing her with amusement, which only emphasised the Viscount's description of their behaviour as childish. With a start, Caroline realised it was Lord Belper, and not Colonel Fitzwilliam, who had been filling his sister's ears with tales about her. Relief almost made her laugh aloud but she contented herself with a smile directed toward the lady opposite. "Colonel Fitzwilliam has the right of it. I can neither affirm nor deny whatever has been accredited to my character. I suppose you will have to judge for yourself."
Adelia's humour faded. She much preferred when people played by her rules. Annoyed, she attempted to entice her husband into the game. He was seated on the other side of Miss Bingley but had offered no more than a polite foray into conversation until the soup was served. "Gerald," she said in a waspish voice. "Miss Bingley has invited us to guess about her character."
"I say, that sounds like fun!" He appeared excited by the idea and shifted in his chair to better see his neighbour. "Where shall we start?"
Smugly, his wife met Caroline's gaze and suggested, "Table etiquette? You have been seated next to her throughout dinner, Gerald. Did she by chance use the wrong fork with the potted lamb?"
"Adelia, that will be enough." The stern tones of the Earl rolled down the length of the table. His daughter slumped back in her chair, pouting like a spoiled child. Fitzwilliam chuckled, earning him a slap on the shoulder from his sister. Lord Matlock drew everyone's attention toward himself as he continued speaking. "An astounding piece of information to bring home to my wife, you know. Darcy engaged! Just like that!" He snapped his fingers. "No preamble to get your relations used to the idea, eh? Well, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, what do you think of your future husband's family?"
Elizabeth was caught unawares by the question. Her thoughts had been focussed solely on Darcy, partly in an effort to ignore her mother's unending prattle. "Having just made everyone's acquaintance I consider it unfair of me to base my opinion on so little experience. I might do someone an injustice."
The Earl's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. "What a delightful answer," he announced to the table. "Did you all hear? I do believe Miss Elizabeth thinks there is more to us all than meets the eye." He leaned toward her, as if about to impart a secret. "That is a sound approach and I can attest that some of us here tonight are greater than the sum of our appearances but one or two you must take at face value."
Elizabeth looked for some hint in his expression but his gaze remained steady upon her face, giving no indication to whom he referred. After a moment he smiled and broke the contact, turning to Darcy. She let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding, wondering how Lord Matlock had refined his skill to keep his four children under control. Lady Matlock had not appeared to be a very strong willed creature; indeed, her temperament seemed to be more like Mrs. Bennet's, if a little less animated. Elizabeth hazarded a reassessment of the others while the Earl was occupied with enlightening Darcy on the finer points of his latest equine acquisition.
Lady Bertilde, eldest daughter and two years junior to Colonel Fitzwilliam, had been quiet during the meal but her eyes reflected anything but a dull mind. They were quick to focus on others as they spoke, which suggested that she followed with interest the conversations around her. Her husband had merrily attempted to engage Bingley in a discussion but to no avail. Further down the table Elizabeth could see Miss Bingley with an unusually thoughtful countenance. The gentlemen on either side of her appeared attentive; Lord Belper assisting her by calling the footman to refill her wine glass while the other young Lordship, Gerald McDonough, was asking her questions. Miss Bingley did not seem to mind, for she was answering him, although the young man's wife glared across the width of the table in an apparent effort to stop him. This brought Elizabeth to Lady Adelia, the youngest of the Earl's children and by all indications the most lacking in decorum.
Unexpectedly, she felt the brush of warm fingers against her own and reached for Darcy's hand. He squeezed it reassuringly , never taking his eyes off the face of his uncle. Elizabeth marvelled at his control and realised he wore the same expression she had seen many times before, at Netherfield and again at Rosings. How many times had his mind been engaged in pleasant thoughts while outwardly he maintained a studied indifference? She had been right in a way; Darcy may not have been wishing himself far away from the savages of Hertfordshire because his mind had already wandered far enough from his surroundings. And yet, he'd often been watching her. How blind she was! That Charlotte could see it plainly was a source of amusement for Elizabeth. Could Charlotte even imagine the depth of the man's passion? It was so well concealed behind that quiet exterior but Elizabeth had glimpsed it, and her mother's cautioning words came unbidden to her mind. A soft blush spread across her cheeks; she felt them grow hot.
Lady Matlock's voice announced that it was time for the ladies to leave the gentlemen to their port. Squeezing Elizabeth's fingers, Darcy released her hand before rising from his chair to stand until the last of the ladies had left the room.
***
"You don't mind, do you? I just had to escape." Colonel Fitzwilliam sank into the lush upholstery on the seat beside Georgiana. "I do not want to hear the dissection of tonight's games."
"Games?" enquired Georgiana in a quiet voice.
Darcy signalled the driver to move on. "You would rather have a private audience upon whom to test your own theories. You are not exempt from playing a little, yourself."
"True, of course," nodded his cousin. "I suppose I am more weary of listening to Dee and Birdy who will inevitably be in disagreement over Miss Bingley's suitability for Iggy."
"That would be no different than their brothers. What exactly is your objection?"
Fitzwilliam frowned. "I have none, actually. Oh, I admit the idea was frightening at first."
"Frightening?" a wide eyed Georgiana repeated. "How?"
He turned to her with a smile. "Imagining Miss Bingley as Lady Matlock, the title she will eventually assume when Iggy becomes Earl, is a little.... alarming, don't you agree?" Georgiana merely blinked in response while Darcy cautiously inclined his head. "Yet she handled Dee's abuse rather admirably during dinner. I have come to believe that Iggy may have found the lady who actually gains from him more than a nice income and impressive title. I don't suppose you noticed Miss Bingley's sudden confidence coincided with her equally abrupt discovery that my brother has tender feelings for her."
"I assure you I did not," Darcy said with some surprise. "Is he so very attached?"
"As only Iggy can be," smirked the Colonel. "Miss Bingley seems to have found her own heart in the midst of it."
"That's not a very gracious remark," warned Darcy, his eyes confirming the offense he was sure Georgiana felt.
"I didn't mean to imply she was heartless," he amended, smiling apologetically. "I don't think she knew what she wanted until it was handed to her in the form of Iggy's devotion. He was quite quick to take up her defence when Dee began her assault."
"So you approve of the match," concluded Georgiana with an innocently hopeful expression.
"Yes!" laughed Fitzwilliam.
"Then what are you doing in my carriage when you should be putting your sisters in their place before they can do any damage to the budding romance?" Darcy demanded.
"You're right!" He rapped on the ceiling of the compartment to gain the driver's attention.
Darcy grabbed his arm. "Wait, we are nearly home. You may take my carriage back after Georgiana and I get out."
The vehicle had already stopped, however, and a footman now appeared at the door, opening it to enquire of the occupants' needs. Fitzwilliam picked up his hat and stepped out. "No need. I am quite happy to walk back." He slapped his hat firmly down on his head and cheerily waved. "There will be plenty to keep me amused in contemplating the raptures Mother will have anticipating Iggy's wedding and the sour faces Dee will make when I don't take her side in this." He set off at a brisk pace back the way they had come, whistling a jaunty tune.
The footman closed the door to the carriage and soon it was on its way once more. Darcy and his sister sat in silence for a few moments before Georgiana sighed loudly. Her brother looked up questioningly.
"Everyone will be married but Harold!" she exclaimed. "How can he be happy with that? We must know someone who will suit him."
Darcy closed his eyes, praying that she wouldn't remember Elizabeth had three more available sisters.
Chapter 38
Ignatius Fitzwilliam presented himself at the Hurst residence promptly the next morning, at the appropriate time and with no small amount of flowers to honour the lady he had come to see. Mr. Hurst suffered the inconvenience of interrupted idleness to sit in the morning room with the gentleman until his wife and Caroline made their appearance. He then quickly escaped what was certain to be a tedious display of emotion, genuine and feigned.
Mrs. Hurst was sensitive enough to her sister's desire to encourage this man's interest, although it seemed he needed no encouragement in the least! Flowers filled the room, their scent wafting into the hallway. Louisa kept a handkerchief available should she feel the need to sneeze. Never had she seen Caroline appear so nervous as when the Viscount's arrival was announced. There was a hurried consultation about what she should wear while Hurst grumbled about having to entertain the visitor while the drama in the dressing room unfolded. The entire process took no longer than a half hour, which was not an unusual amount of time to keep such a gentleman waiting under the circumstances. Louisa recalled keeping Hurst waiting longer than that during the period of their courtship when he would arrive before the dishes had time to be cleared from the breakfast table. He had never complained.
When fresh tea was brought into the morning room, Louisa immediately offered to pour for them all, leaving the couple with a small amount of privacy while she was occupied a short distance away.
"Miss Bingley, you are looking well today," Ignatius quietly began. "There is a lovely blush in your cheeks which is quite becoming, much like this rose." His finger touched the petals of a rosebud in the arrangement next to his chair.
Caroline's cheeks turned a shade rosier. "Thank you, sir. You are too kind." She was unaccustomed to such compliments and heard them with a sense of wonder, amazed to find herself the recipient.
"Here we are," Louisa said, setting a cup of tea before the Viscount. She placed another for Caroline on the side table and retrieved her own before resuming her seat. "You have brought so many lovely flowers, your Lordship," she said, dabbing her handkerchief under her nose. "There cannot be any left in London!"
He bestowed a grateful smile on Mrs. Hurst. "I was not aware which flower was Miss Bingley's particular favourite so I bought them all."
Louisa giggled, then sneezed. "Oh, pardon me!" she whispered, embarrassed. The others didn't notice.
"I have no real favourite," Caroline confessed, "but I think that rose might be from now on." She indicated the one he had touched. Plainly, he was excited by her answer for he drew a steadying breath and smiled widely.
Louisa sneezed again. "Oh, dear. I think it's the flowers," she murmured. Another sneeze followed. "I'm sorry, I cannot......" She hurried out of the room but could be heard in the hallway as yet another sneeze overtook her.
Ignatius looked crestfallen. "I must apologise. I had no idea the flowers would have this effect. You are not also affected, are you?" He appeared so sincerely concerned that Miss Bingley hastened to assure him.
"Louisa has always suffered when the gardens are in full bloom but not me." She rose from her chair to more closely examine a large bouquet of brightly coloured blossoms. Inhaling deeply, she smiled in delight. "They are all so beautiful!"
He left his own seat to stand beside her. "As is the lady for whom they are intended." Before Caroline could do more than gasp he plunged on; there was no predicting when Mrs. Hurst or her husband might return. "Miss Bingley, although we have been acquainted only a few short days, I have discovered in you a lady unlike any other, inspiring me with your sweetness and modesty." As he spoke, he pulled a rose from the vase and brushed the bud against her cheek. "I know my declaration will shock you with the impetuousness of it, but I fear losing you to another if I do not speak up. My heart is too full to rest easy until I have informed you of my feelings. Your beauty and gentle nature have encouraged my growing love for you. I need no answer now, nor even tomorrow. I will be happy to grant you as much time as you require to fully consider the offer I am about to make to you." Ignatius gently took her hand and lowered himself to one knee. "Would you honour me by consenting to become my wife, Miss Caroline Bingley?"
***
Charles Bingley spent little time at the Hurst residence, his home while in London. Once Mrs. Bennet and her daughters had arrived in town he made his way to the Gardiners' each morning as soon after breakfast as possible, and did not return until dinner or sometime thereafter. Occasionally Darcy would convince him that legal matters needed attention and he would then accompany his friend on the necessary rounds, sheepishly admitting his gratitude for Darcy's insistence when reminded of the importance of these matters in connection to their marriages being realized. With most of the contractual obligations accomplished, the gentlemen turned their attention to more sentimental tasks; gifts for their brides. Bingley suddenly recollected that, unlike Darcy, he had no family heirloom to bestow upon Jane as a symbol of their union.
"No ring! Bingley, this must be rectified immediately. I know just the craftsman for the job."
The man whom Darcy sought had long provided the ladies of Matlock with outstanding creations of gold and precious gems. Now well into his eighth decade, Mr. _____'s eyesight prohibited him from performing his own work, but as Bingley saw, a collection produced over the years sustained his income and bespoke the talent of a true artisan. Making a choice seemed difficult at first, but eventually his gaze fell upon a delicate circle of pale gold; a colour to match Jane's hair he was sure. Finely etched intertwined leaves on the outside drew one's eye to a glittering array of tiny diamonds surrounding one large stone.
"This is the one," he announced.
"A fine choice, sir," said the old man in a voice which cracked with age. He produced a velvet lined box and tucked the ring inside.
Once their business was complete, the young gentlemen returned to Darcy's carriage. Bingley removed the ring from its case to admire it in the sunlight streaming through the open window.
"That is a beautiful ring," Darcy said. "It is likely to remain in your family for generations to come."
Bingley was quite satisfied with his purchase. "Thank you, Darcy. I don't think I could have found anything so perfect if I had searched every jeweller's shop in London. Did he make your mother's ring?"
"Yes," nodded his friend. "That is the one I shall present to Elizabeth. I was also fortunate enough to find a pendant today that I think will match it. Not exactly the same but the style of the artist cannot be duplicated and so the two pieces I believe will complement one another." Darcy leaned back against the seat. "So, I believe we are ready to name the date for the wedding."
"All that is left is to sign the papers once they have been drawn up, is that it?"
"Yes. The banns have been published, the special licenses granted and if Mrs. Bennet can be persuaded, I intend to be married before the full summer is upon us."
Bingley laughed. "And if she refuses to be rushed will you elope?"
"Don't be ridiculous," grinned Darcy. "I am placing my faith in your ability to persuade her. After all, Jane should marry before Elizabeth. I did not imagine you to have any objection in marrying sooner rather than later, or do you prefer a long engagement?"
Bingley did not need to think about his answer, nor did his friend need to hear it.
***
Mrs. Hurst stared at her sister in awe. "Countess," she said with reverence. "You will be a Countess! Did you ever imagine it? Oh, and think! You will be able to claim a connection to Pemberley!"
"Oh, Louisa, what is Pemberley to me in all of this?" giggled Caroline. "Have you seen Matlock?" She could not admit, even to Louisa, that she was more excited about marrying the man who came with the title and property. They had been taught to think otherwise.
"I am so pleased for you," Louisa patted Caroline's hand lightly. "The wedding will be a grand affair, of course. Much of it will be Matlock family tradition, I imagine, so few decisions will need to be made by you. Have you thought where you'll have your dress made? But then, perhaps Lady Matlock has a private dressmaker that you could use."
Mrs. Hurst continued in the same vein but Caroline no longer heard her words. The magnitude of her decision had suddenly been made clear. The wedding she had always envisioned would not happen. Although a modest affair had never occurred to her, neither had she considered the pomp and ceremony that would seal her marriage to Viscount Ignatius Fitzwilliam, Lord Belper, and bestow upon herself the title of Viscountess. It was a daunting prospect!
"How many guests to you think will be invited? Caroline?"
Miss Bingley stared blankly for a moment before realising she had heard the question. "I honestly do not know. We have so few... and some I would not invite. I will need your help there, Louisa."
Her sister did not need to be asked a second time. She was already retrieving paper and a pen from the writing table. "Let's just start by listing everyone and then cross off the objectionable ones afterward. The list will do for Charles' wedding, too. He'll let everyone attend if we don't keep him in hand."
***
"I declare, your son appears to be positively jovial this morning." Lord Matlock peered over his paper at the commotion in the doorway where his younger daughter was attempting to interrogate her eldest brother, but he brushed her aside, laughing.
Lady Matlock waved a fan with some excitement. "Ignatius, my boy," she called. "Come here and tell us how you fared. When do you expect her answer?"
Lord Belper sat upon the edge of his mother's chaise. "There will be no waiting. She gave me her answer already. I am engaged! What do you think of that?"
"Delightful!" cried Lady Matlock.
"Delightful," echoed her husband.
"We shall begin planning immediately. Oh, now what month will we pick?" Waving her hand toward the desk, she bid her son retrieve the calendar from its surface. "Hmm, let me see. We must have a ball to announce your engagement and then a party to introduce Miss Bingley to the ladies who will not be at the ball."
"Do you not think it better to wait until Miss Bingley is available to consult about these dates, my dear?" Lord Matlock drily commented.
"Well, of course," twittered his wife. "Ignatius, when are she and her family coming for dinner?"
"We did not discuss that today, Mother. Perhaps tomorrow I will suggest it."
"Goodness! She was here only last night," sulked Lady Adelia, throwing herself into an overstuffed chair.
"You are welcome to return to the country if you prefer," suggested her father in a warning tone.
"Banished to the wilderness, Dee?" Colonel Fitzwilliam enquired as he entered the room. "You must learn to share the centre stage occasionally. It will be Miss Bingley in the starring role for a while now." He turned to his brother. "Congratulations, Iggy, and I truly mean it. I wish you and Miss Bingley much joy and a happy life together."
Surprised, Ignatius thanked him. "Astonishingly, I also find myself grateful for your lapse in propriety which occasioned my visit to Hertfordshire and brought me to Miss Bingley. Just don't do it again."
"You may rest easy on that concern. I have received a letter urging me to return to my regiment immediately. It appears we are to leave for France soon."
The atmosphere in the room instantly changed. Lady Adelia was horrified. "Harry, you can't!"
Lord Matlock set aside his paper, an intense look in his eye. "It is true, then, what I've just read."
Fitzwilliam nodded. "I shall stay tonight but in the morning I must be on my way." He turned to Lady Matlock, who was visibly shaken by her son's announcement. "Mother, do not worry so. You can't be rid of me so easily."
"We would not want to be rid of you at all," Ignatius said in a quiet voice.
"Aye," responded his brother after a heavy pause. "I shall be sorry to miss your wedding, and Darcy's. I think I'll pay him a visit this afternoon if I can find him at home. I regret spoiling your moment just now, Iggy."
"It cannot be helped," said Ignatius, but his smile returned at the reminder of his recent happiness. "We will have ample opportunies to celebrate when you return."
"Without a doubt!" Fitzwilliam then excused himself to make the arrangements necessary for his departure.
***
The afternoon sun was warm. So warm, in fact, that Elizabeth had no objection to being led into the cool arbour of the nearby park when the two young couples left her uncle's house for a walk. Grateful to escape her mother's mission of visiting every remaining warehouse in one day, Elizabeth had been relieved when Darcy arrived and informed Mrs. Bennet of his wish, presented more in the way of a demand, that the wedding take place before the end of June. Bingley quickly suggested that June was a perfect month to marry and looked to Jane for confirmation. As her sister rarely disagreed with anyone, least of all Mr. Bingley, he found no objection to their own nuptials being moved forward a few weeks. Mrs. Bennet was therefore forced to put aside her plan to inventory every fabric on display in London, settling for the choices in the four shops she had already toured, which were incidentally the most expensive anyway. It was not difficult to come to a decision and the attendance of the brides unnecessary at this point. Yards of fabric would be purchased, having been seen and approved by Elizabeth and Jane the previous day. This left the young ladies free to spend time with their young gentlemen, something their mother could easily understand being the preferred activity.
Darcy found a quiet and secluded niche, cut into the shrubbery, and drew Elizabeth into the shadows. "There are so few opportunities for privacy in town." His voice vibrated deep in her ear. "I hope you are not annoyed with my insistence that the wedding take place before summer. I found myself unable to tolerate the thought of waiting even longer."
At that moment Elizabeth would have consented to marrying before the end of the day. "On the contrary, I could not be more pleased," she whispered, daring to brush her lips against his cheek. "But be forewarned, Fitzwilliam. Mama has become more vigilant in her supervision. We may find it even more difficult to find any privacy once we return to Longbourn."
"It will be only a matter of weeks, albeit long weeks, but I think we may be able to procure a moment or two in that time." His eyes glittered in the dim lighting and he leaned closer to demonstrate what those private moments would offer.
They could not spend long in the shadows for someone on the path was sure to notice eventually. When they at last emerged, Elizabeth breathless and flushed, the walkway was clear and Darcy felt no qualms about taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. The lady's cheeks soon cooled and the colour returned to its usual healthy glow. Darcy continued to admire her, eventually moved to speech. "I long to show you Pemberley, its gardens and the park. To see you there will mark the completion of my desire to make you my wife." Elizabeth blushed anew, prompting him to quickly bestow a kiss on her cheek. His timing could not have been worse. An older couple, primly dressed, had just appeared around a bend in the path and, having witnessed this display of affection, their faces registered shock before they could avert their gazes. Once they had passed behind Darcy, he took Elizabeth's arm more firmly and led her out of the maze of shrubbery into a more public portion of the park. There they rejoined Bingley and Jane to spend the last hour of their afternoon together before returning to the house in Gracechurch Street.
Darcy declined the invitation to stay to dinner. Although his business was complete with respect to his marriage plans, there still remained some correspondence with his steward which required his attention. Elizabeth accompanied him to the front door, disappointed that they should be parting so early.
Darcy took her hands in his, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "I shall see you in the morning." She turned her face upward and succeeded in having his lips meet her mouth, instead. He might have chuckled at her ingenuity had he not been otherwise occupied. When they drew apart, Darcy glimpsed Mrs. Bennet's figure at the far end of the hall. Smiling tenderly at Elizabeth, he sighed, picked up his hat and gloves and departed.
The ride home was long enough for his mind to clear of the fog which descended every time he kissed Elizabeth, to be replaced with thoughts of the papers that awaited him. However, even those duties had to wait when he discovered upon his return Colonel Fitzwilliam sitting with Georgiana.
"Tell him he must not go," cried his sister. "It is not fair!"
Darcy looked to his cousin, only to see a grim smile on his face. "It has begun, then?" At Fitzwilliam's nod, he sat down beside his sister and placed his hand on hers. "When must you go?"
"Tomorrow morning I leave to join my regiment. I do not yet know when we go to France."
"So soon." Darcy's countenance reflected his dismay. "Will you stay to dinner this evening?"
The Colonel shook his head. "No, I cannot. Mother would not forgive me if I did not eat at home tonight." He grinned. "Oh, I don't suppose you have heard the news about Iggy? He has proposed to Miss Bingley and been accepted."
Georgiana's hand flew to her mouth. "My goodness!"
"Yes, I am not happy that I'll miss both of your weddings, Darcy. I expect to find myself an uncle and you with an heir by the time I return, though."
"Do you really expect to be gone that long?"
Fitzwilliam shrugged. "One never knows." He rose from his seat. "I should be on my way, however. I did not want to leave without saying goodbye to you, and to Georgiana."
Darcy grasped his cousin's hand firmly. Words could not begin to express how grateful he was for Fitzwilliam's support over the last few weeks. "If you need anything...."
"I'll disturb you newlyweds," the Colonel grinned, then he turned to Georgiana and pulled her to him in a warm embrace. "You, my silly goose, are not to grow up while I'm away. Some things must remain the same." Reluctantly he released her, exchanging the pain in his expression for a smile before she could see it. With a cheerful wave, he left them.
Chapter 39
"What is this I hear? Is it to be borne? I cannot believe you would sanction such a match, my own brother!" Lady Catherine de Bourgh descended upon the room with a swishing of skirts and a hat large enough to house a stork.
"Particulars, Catherine," replied the Earl in a bored tone. "These vagaries do nothing to help me formulate an answer to your queries."
"Vagaries!" shrilled his sister. "I would not have believed it had I not read the announcement with my own eyes! Surely there has been a mistake, I said. My brother will have demanded an apology and restitution from the publishers of such scandalous material. Have you?"
"Catherine, please." Lord Matlock urged her to a chair so that he may also be seated. Conversations with Lady Catherine invariably lasted longer than one could remain standing. "Now, there is no point in getting yourself into a state. There is no error, the announcements are correct. What is more, there is nothing that can be done to change things."
Lady Catherine's mouth was tightly pinched in disapproval. "How could you allow it to happen?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
"Allow it! I'll have you know I encouraged it! You are not the only one with decided opinions on the suitability of certain matches in this family." He pulled the bell for a servant and looked at her, unconcerned. "Tea?"
His sister stared at him, horrified. "I am shocked! Do you know who this young woman is? You cannot or you would not have encouraged your nephew to disgrace himself and the entire family in this way!"
Lord Matlock blinked in surprise. "My nephew? You refer to Darcy?" He dismissed her concerns with a flick of one hand. "There was nothing to be done there, Catherine. When that young man makes up his mind there is no dissuading him."
"You would condone him dishonouring his engagement to Anne?"
Putting a hand to his head and rubbing his temple, the Earl muttered, "Now don't start on that tired subject again. Surely I do not need to remind you of George's opinion on that."
"Stubborn fool!"
"He'd laugh in your face. Don't tempt me to do the same, Catherine. Darcy is marrying Miss Bennet and that's all there is to it."
She was now clearly enraged by his lack of support. "And what of Anne, then? Do you care nothing for her feelings? She will be devastated and her reputation in society ruined by this rejection." The door opened as a servant responded to the Earl's call but Lady Catherine forged on, her ire fully engaged. "Darcy has obviously been tricked into this engagement by Miss Bennet's practised arts and he is not the only one. You, brother, have been drawn in as well! How anyone could think such a country upstart deserving of our nephew must be as deluded as the boy himself."
"He is not a boy," responded Lord Matlock with impatience. "He is a man and has been one for some years now. In the performance of his duties as Master of Pemberley there cannot be any fault found. He learned well from his father's tutelage and even in the guardianship of Georgiana I would not criticise him. As for Miss Bennet, I admit that her connections are not what I would have hoped for in his wife, and she is a trifle outspoken for the comfort of many in our circle, but on the whole I believe she suits him well enough." Turning to the servant who stood inconspicuously by the door, he directed the man to bring tea for her Ladyship and himself. When the two were alone again, the Earl continued. "Catherine, you must accept defeat in this matter. You will not change his mind and will succeed only in alienating yourself from his good graces if you continue to malign his chosen bride."
"Anne should have been his bride!"
"You simply will not give up that notion, will you?" he rumbled, anger now brimming as well. "Do you honestly believe your daughter wants to marry her cousin? Have you ever asked her opinion?"
"What is there to ask?" Lady Catherine looked at him indignantly. "Of course she wants to marry Darcy. We have spoken of it ever since she was a little girl."
"I'm sure you have spoken of it, Catherine, but has Anne been given a chance to speak in all this time or did you just answer for her?"
She instantly rose from the chair, colour rising in her cheeks. "I will not stay here to be insulted!"
"Oh, sit down!" thundered her brother. She just as quickly dropped back into her seat, wide-eyed with astonishment. "While I remain head of this family I possess the authority to approve, disapprove, question and even insult its members! Do not presume to overstep your authority, Catherine. Once I am gone, my children, nephew and nieces will have to establish their own boundaries with regard to interference from family. Darcy has made it clear already that he is his own master. You would do well to respect that. I also advise you that the lady he has chosen to be his wife is equally independent so do not think to influence her behind his back. If you wish to maintain ties with your sister's children it would be wise not to poke your nose into Darcy's affairs."
Lady Catherine wrinkled that nose. "And this is the woman you approve as the new Mistress of Pemberley? What would our dear sister have said about her, I wonder!"
More quietly, the Earl replied, "No doubt she would have voiced the same objections about Miss Bennet's family connections and lack of fortune but I beg you to recall how she doted on her son. If she could see how steadfast is his love for the young lady, how he rises to her defence even against his belligerent uncle, you know Anne would have conceded and welcomed her new daughter."
"You have proved my earlier assertion that you are as taken in by that woman as is Darcy. Both of you are blinded by her pretty face."
An eyebrow rose on his forehead but the Earl was not amused. "While you are blinded by prejudice, Catherine. You are not interested in anyone's welfare but your own. Anne is merely a pawn to get what you've always wanted for yourself; Pemberley."
Indignation rose anew in Lady Catherine's eyes. "Ridiculous!"
"You don't fool me," he went on, shaking his head. "Louis was a good man but you accepted him based on everything expected of a lady brought up in this sphere. Anne's marriage held less status but more wealth and a finer property. Simply put, you were jealous and have remained so all these years."
The tea arrived at that moment, bringing a welcome silence between the two as the servant set out the cups and saucers. Lord Matlock signalled him to leave the rest and, when the door closed, offered a variation on their subject. "Ignatius has also lately become engaged."
His sister's eyes remained narrowed in resistance. "Another worthy young woman, of course."
"Of course."
They sipped their tea in more silence.
***
With the completion of the necessary shopping, Mrs. Bennet was eager to return to Longbourn to hasten the plans for two weddings which had been moved forward in time. She clucked to her daughters as they finished gathering together the last of their belongings at the Gardiner home while the carriage, Mr. Darcy's carriage, waited outside. The smartly liveried coach attendants were enough to elicit favourable remarks from her, however, as they silently stood near the open doors of the compartment until the ladies were ready to mount the steps. At last they appeared, Mrs. Bennet being the first to enter the carriage, handed in by Mr. Darcy himself. Jane followed, assisted by Mr. Bingley's strong arm and finally Elizabeth, whose hand was firmly placed in Darcy's and reluctantly released his fingers once she was safely inside. The gentlemen were to accompany them on horseback although Darcy would then continue on to Derbyshire for his attention was required on some pressing matters there. As much as it dismayed both of them, he hoped the time apart would pass quickly and more easily than it would if he remained in Hertfordshire. He would much rather miss Elizabeth's presence than be frustrated by her proximity and unable to escape her mother's shrewd eye for a stolen moment alone. With luck, he expected to resolve the estate business and set in motion the preparation of Pemberley to receive its new Mistress in less than a fortnight, leaving several weeks before his own wedding when he returned to Netherfield.
Georgiana had elected to stay with her aunt and uncle; it was too much to ask her to travel the distance to Pemberley for such a short time. The Earl's house provided her with enough diversions, particularly when her cousin returned from his daily excursions to Miss Bingley's side. Miss Bingley was welcome and was pleased to see Miss Darcy in the midst of less familiar personalities. Lady Matlock, too, enjoyed the presence of her young niece. Together with the necessary work involved in presenting to society Miss Bingley as her eldest son's betrothed, this gave her little time to dwell on the dangers that her younger son may be facing, for dwell she would do if given the opportunity. Georgiana felt honoured to be of use to both of the ladies.
News of his engagement had, of course, reached Pemberley long in advance of the Master. The smiles and offers of congratulations were on the lips of the groomsmen when he drew rein in the stable yard. Entering the house itself, Mrs. Reynolds, the housekeeper, was immediately there to greet him warmly.
"Welcome home, Mr. Darcy," she said. "Mr. Besker is in your study. I told him you would be another hour before joining him. Fresh tea and a hot supper are in your dressing room and hot water will be along in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. As always, you know what I want before I know, myself." He smiled at this servant he'd known since he was a small boy. "When I have done with Mr. Besker I should like to see you about some changes to the rooms."
"Yes, sir." She followed him as he crossed the hall and started up the stairs. When he stopped on the fourth step and turned around she was not surprised.
"I'm sure I've interrupted your own meal, Mrs. Reynolds, so that will be all for now."
"Very good, sir."
Darcy continued up the stairs, wondering how the housekeeper managed to contain her curiosity for she must have been bursting with questions.
True to Mrs. Reynolds' prediction, Darcy entered his study precisely one hour later; fed, bathed and in fresh attire. Mr. Besker was not nearly as efficient as Mrs. Reynolds, however. Nearly two hours were spent in summarising the matter which prompted Darcy's return; the real business would be addressed over the next few days. The man left and Darcy poured himself a glass of port, collapsing into his favourite chair to rest his head for a few moments. The day's ride in addition to prolonged ours spent with his steward had left him feeling exhausted. The port warmed him and he began to relax, thoughts of Elizabeth coming quickly to mind. He wondered what she might be doing at that moment, smiling when he considered that before long he would be enjoying her company at Pemberley and walking its grounds with her by his side.
Eventually he became aware of another's presence and brought his mind back to the present. Mrs. Reynolds patiently stood in the doorway, a hint of a smile about her mouth.
"Come in," invited Darcy, sitting up straighter in his chair and motioning her to the seat opposite. Looking her directly in the eye, he said, "Mrs. Reynolds, there is to be a new Mistress here, finally. I have become engaged and will be married next month."
The woman nodded. "I had heard something to that effect, sir, but I generally pay little heed to gossip."
"In this case it is true," Darcy grinned. "I believe you'll find Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be a superior young woman."
"Of course she is, Mr. Darcy!" she exclaimed. "You deserve no less. Congratulations, sir, and if I may say, it is a delight to see you marrying at last."
Darcy bowed his head in acknowledgement, but also a trifle embarrassed by her implied reference to his fastidiousness when it came to choosing a wife. If there was any member of his staff who knew him better than his own manservant, it was Mrs. Reynolds.
She noticed his heightened colour and briskly directed the conversation back to its original course. "I shall have the master chambers aired and the covers removed immediately tomorrow morning. Do you wish to inspect them once they are presentable?"
"I do, yes. I'm sure some redecorating is in order and there is not much time to do it."
"I still have the fabric and paper samples from when Miss Darcy's room was redone last year. Perhaps you would care to look through those. I'm sure we shall have no trouble obtaining the supplies and even the decorator who did the work the last time." She was all business.
"Excellent! Now, Mr. Besker is returning after breakfast tomorrow so I shall hopefully be free in the early afternoon to take a look at the rooms." Darcy felt a measure of eager anticipation connected to this task.
"They will be ready for you, sir. Will there be anything else?" She could see he was tired and knew his days would be busy until he left once more. The next time he returned would be with his new wife.
"At the moment I cannot think of anything, Mrs. Reynolds. I shall be retiring shortly so if I've forgotten something it will have to wait until morning."
"Very well, sir. Goodnight, sir." The housekeeper quietly exited the room and left the Master to his port and his pleasant thoughts.
Chapter 40
Darcy left Pemberley, satisfied that Mr. Besker would have no reason to interrupt him with anything that required more than a signature during the next two months. Anything and everything that could be anticipated had been, and all renovation to the interior design of the personal chambers were underway. Mrs. Reynolds had made sure the samples, of which their choices had been narrowed down, were packed into a box and placed in the Master's trunk, to follow him to Netherfield. She assured him that once the final choice was made the rest of the redecorating would be quickly finished and he would find nothing amiss when he brought Mrs. Darcy home.
Elizabeth had written frequently, her letters bringing a smile to his face with her pert comments about the neighbours. He felt her absence keenly, particularly during the passages where she expressed her love and how eagerly she looked forward to his return. When her letters arrived, Darcy impatiently wished Mr. Besker on his way so that he could savour the words in the quiet of his library. Then it would not do but to promptly pen a reply, not to bore her with the tedious details of his day, but to tell her fo the way her notes lifted his spirits and how he hoped his own assurances of regard might do the same for her.
At long last his steward had no further business to pursue and Darcy felt his heart lighten at the thought of seeing Elizabeth within two days' time.
***
"Jane, do not fidget so!" Mrs. Bennet stood back to admire her daughter in her wedding gown. "Beautiful!" She waved Elizabeth forward with the headpiece. When it was in place another examination was performed. "Yes, it is perfect, Jane! What say you, Lizzy?"
"Perfect, like Mama said. Jane, you are going to look so beautiful!" Elizabeth's eyes brimmed with tears for her sister's happiness.
"Now, it still needs to be pressed and put away until the day, so you'd best take it off before something dreadful happens."
"Yes, Mama," chorused the sisters. Elizabeth removed the headpiece, handing it to her mother before helping Jane with the buttons on the dress. Mrs. Bennet directed Hill and the young maid, following them from the room to make certain the gown was properly stored away.
"Lizzy," Jane said in voice hushed with awe. "Now it feels real. I know I'm truly marrying Charles. It's not a dream!" They laughed, giddy with excitement. "When does Mr. Darcy return?"
Elizabeth's cheeks flushed with colour. "The letter I received today indicated he plans to arrive tomorrow." She couldn't meet her sister's eyes. "Jane, I have missed him so."
Jane smiled knowingly. "Mama is not likely to give you a moment alone with him."
"Yes," sighed Elizabeth. Letters had been her comfort while Darcy was gone, although she never would have believed the written word could speak so powerfully of their feelings. Even his handwriting conveyed a sense of passion she was now aware was always there in Darcy's presence.
"I think Charles and I may be of some help," Jane was saying. Elizabeth stared at her. "Do not look so shocked, Lizzy. It is the least we can do, for without Mr. Darcy's insistence that your wedding take place before summer, it may have been another four months before our own." Laughing, her sister expressed her gratitude for any assistance they might provide.
Elizabeth felt the need to walk out after dinner while there still some light. Opportunities to leave the close confines of the house would be far and few between once Darcy returned and the wedding dates drew nearer. She stayed on the road rather than follow one of the paths, for the shadows would soon grow long within the trees and shrubbery. After having walked a half hour, she turned back toward Longbourn, feeling refreshed from the late day sun and cold breeze. Birds were returning to their nests, settling in for the night, their chirping bringing contentment to Elizabeth.
She did not hear the rider approach until he was close enough to call her name. Then her attention was drawn from the chittering birds to the tall figure alighting from the saddle.
"I was not expecting you until tomorrow," she said softly though her eyes revealed the pleasure she felt at seeing him.
Taking her hand, Darcy brought her fingers to press against his lips. "Once I began I was loathe to stop riding until I could be with you again. I even rode past Netherfield. I could not be content being so near and still apart."
Elizabeth's astonishment showed on her face. "You must be exhausted!"
"I assure you I feel nothing but delight now that you are with me." As if to prove his words, he drew her close, wrapping his arms around her. His face was pressed against her hair and Elizabeth heard a long, deep sigh. "I have missed you dearly."
"And I, you," she replied with equal feeling. Another moment passed before they both recalled their very public setting. Reluctantly, the embrace was ended but as they stepped apart Darcy would not relinquish her hand. He looked around and commented, "My arrival appears to be fortuitously timed. The light will soon be gone. You should not be out walking alone."
"Need I remind you, sir, that I have spent my entire life in this neighbourhood. I know my way in the dark as well as the daylight."
"It is not safe, Elizabeth. Your protection is my primary concern now. I shall escort you back to Longbourn before I travel back to Netherfield." He looped the horse's reins through one hand and held firmly to Elizabeth's hand with the other.
They walked contentedly in silence for a while, Darcy periodically lifting her hand to bestow a kiss upon the back of it. "I cannot begin to express how eagerly I anticipate introducing you to Pemberley and acquainting you with all of the park. There are so many places within its boundaries that have provided me with the comfortable tranquillity I'm sure you enjoy as much as I."
This opened the floodgate and their steps slowed as the depth of their feelings were expressed. Two weeks had seemed like it would never end, this opportune meeting providing the means for much appreciated privacy. The countryside began to slip into twilight when the couple at last entered Longbourn's grounds. There was no time for any more tender exchanges between them as Mrs. Bennet and Jane, having been anxiously watching at the window, rushed from the house.
"Lizzy! There you are!" cried her mother, hands fluttering. She squinted, trying to make out her daughter's companion in the fading light. "Oh, Mr. Darcy! It is you. Thank goodness! I was beginning to fear the worst when Lizzy hadn't returned and it is getting so dark!"
"You may rest easy, Madam," replied Darcy. "Elizabeth was already on her way home when we met on the road. I must apologise for delaying her return since our pace slowed while we talked."
Mrs. Bennet smiled, no doubt in her mind as to what had delayed the couple's return. "Will you come in, Mr. Darcy?"
He glanced down at his dusty clothing. "I thank you, but no. I am not very presentable after so long in the saddle. The hour is growing late and Bingley will be surprised enough with my appearance tonight."
"But you must be thirsty," she persisted, "and hungry! A little dirt is no trouble and a half hour more could not signify for Mr. Bingley."
Her argument was compelling, as his stomach testified, thus Darcy agreed and followed the ladies into the house. Mrs. Bennet quickly arranged for a meal to be brought to him, for which he was grateful, not having realised the extent of his hunger. Elizabeth was pleased to see him enjoying her mother's efforts. The half hour was soon up, however, and Darcy rose to leave. Mrs. Bennet allowed Elizabeth to show him out, staying the rest of her daughters with a stern look.
While they waited for Darcy's horse to be brought around there was a moment to indulge in a sweeter parting, knowing that the morrow would bring them together again.
"I will hardly sleep tonight," Elizabeth whispered against his shoulder.
Darcy chuckled. "I shall sleep better than I have these two weeks, now that you are near me once more." She snuggled closer into his warm embrace. "Goodnight, Elizabeth," he said, softly pressing his mouth against her sweet lips.
Releasing her, Darcy stepped away and she saw the groom standing quietly a short distance away. Darcy mounted, turning his horse toward town and giving her one last look before urging it into a trot.
The darkness did not hinder Elizabeth's ability to see the genuine emotion in his eyes. In return, she smiled widely and warmly.
***
It was dark, certainly, and the stench unbearable. A loathsome place, unfit for man nor beast yet both dwelt there in plentiful numbers. The men, at least, would have eagerly grasped a chance to escape the confines although the same could not be said of the rats that infested the space. If the fetid odour was not enough, the air also played host to an assortment of pitiful cries, moaning, curses and mutterings of futile threats. Some residents walked in endless circles while others retreated to the darker corners to escape the notice of demons only they could see.
Time was immeasurable in this place, the only change to mark its passage being the deposits of gruel-filled bowls and hard bread, delivered by creatures as dirty and repulsive as the recipients themselves. Nothing was wasted, as unappetising as the meal might be, for any who chose not to partake would not get a second chance to consider before his share was greedily snatched up or fiercely fought over for possession.
George Wickham had not yet reached that point of hopelessness that signalled imminent madness. A few weeks was not long enough to dull the edge of his outrage. At first he spoke little, so horrified at his surroundings that he dared not breathe in without a hand placed to filter out some of the vile smell and deadly diseases sure to be lingering in the air. After a few days his fear became caution, until he found a receptive audience for his tales of woe.
They listened as eagerly as he related his misfortunes. A new story was always welcome; Wickham was pressed to tell all, to tell more, to paint the darkest portrait of a villain most foul and, in that dark and dreadful place, Fitzwilliam Darcy's name echoed through the cavernous interior as one of the worst of men.
But too much repetition soon grew tiresome, even to the inhabitants of such an isolated and miserable community. The crimes against Wickham were of no importance; each jaded soul had his own story of abuse which had brought him to Newgate. The tales of Darcy's soiled character aroused them to anger. Here was a new name, a faceless enemy upon whom they could focus their rage.
George Wickham was nothing. In another month, Darcy's name would be replaced by another as well.
***
Mrs. Bennet wiped away her tears, for once the handkerchief serving its original purpose. Her husband, his own eyes a trifle moist, put his hand to her elbow as if to steady her, although she was far from requiring support. The excitement upon witnessing the successful conclusion for one daughter's marriage hopes lifted her in more than spirit alone.
Mr. Bennet's feelings were not quite the same. An air of melancholy surrounded him for the transformation of his household could no longer be denied. Not only would there be an empty space at the table where his eldest daughter was used to sit but, in another fortnight, his second and favourite offspring would leave him as well, both young women fully fledged and ready to take on the roles of wives and mothers.
He hoped the latter would not come too soon, purely for selfish reasons. He did not want to become a grandfather until he had grown used to the idea of his little girls no longer being his.
Yet, three still remained and for how long only the good Lord would know.
"Darcy," Mr. Bennet said to the young man standing nearby. "Come join me in my library, please."
A little surprised by the invitation, Darcy smiled his acceptance, then bowed to the ladies still gathered by the door watching the last of the dispersing dust that lingered after the Bingley carriage had passed. He followed the older man into the house and into the sanctuary he knew had been the stronghold of sanity for many years at Longbourn. Mr. Bennet immediately poured them each a glass of port, signalling Darcy to sit down before handing one to him. Taking up his own comfortable chair behind the desk, Mr. Bennet raised his glass briefly, toasting the newly married couple, and drank.
"So," he said, then fell silent.
Darcy waited but the other man merely sat quietly, his mind obviously elsewhere. "Sir?" he prompted in a voice he thought was quiet but still seemed to fill the small room. Rather than startle Mr. Bennet, however, it served to bring the man's gaze to him.
"For fifteen years this house has been filled with giggling, silly females."
Darcy had no reply to this. His sister had never been silly, in his opinion, and rarely giggled. Although he could easily imagine the youngest of Elizabeth's sister fulfilling this description, the two eldest did not.
"Now it has changed." Mr. Bennet took another drink from his glass, his eyes fixed on the younger man. "I think it's down to you."
"Me?" This did startle Darcy. "I do not understand how you came to that conclusion."
Elizabeth's father chuckled. "If not for your heroic actions in exposing Lieutenant Wickham's danger to the community's fairer members, Bingley would not likely have returned to claim the hand of my Jane, as enamoured of her as he had seemed to be. I like the boy but he is not as steadfast in purpose as he could be."
Darcy felt the need to protest in defence of his friend. "You may credit me with motivating his return but I must also take the blame for prolonging his absence in the first place. If not for my interference he would not have stayed in London so long and your daughter may have had the satisfaction of being engaged many months ago."
"Well, you have only succeeded in confirming my last point. Nevertheless, that is all water under the bridge and I shall not quibble about it. As I said, I like the boy. He and Jane are much alike in their unassuming manners." His eyes narrowed slightly, crinkling with humour at the corners. "Quite the opposite of my Lizzy and her suitor who, although also much alike, are far from unassuming." He was astonished by Darcy laughing at this description.
"Forgive my amusement, sir," the young man said, his laughter quieting. "You cannot be more correct. I certainly did assume a great deal."
"You risked a great deal to protect my girls from the likes of that scoundrel Wickham," continued Mr. Bennet seriously. "Do not deny it. I know Lizzy was the reason you came after him. He made no secret of his interest in her last fall while you were here even if your own interest was not apparent to any of us." He rose to refill their glasses. "Lizzy told me what happened when the gaol cart passed through Meryton with Wickham and how Lydia made the usual spectacle of herself. You spoke with her, Lizzy said, and believe it or not my youngest daughter has seen a miraculous improvement in her manners since that day. I admit to some uncharitable feelings toward you for being able to accomplish what I could not, and in such short order, but the result has more than soothed my wounded pride."
"You really do give me too much credit, sir." Darcy felt a growing discomfort with the discussion.
"And so I will be left with a house full of women I no longer recognise. You cannot imagine the change even my wife has managed now that she has accomplished her aim for two of our daughters." Chuckling again, Mr. Bennet studied the younger man's expression. "Oh, I know she was more hindrance than help in the beginning, but she does have a knack for distracting herself at opportune moments."
Darcy did not trust himself to address that subject. "Today's event was testimony to Mrs. Bennet's attention to details. I would not have believed it possible to come together so flawlessly after having witnessed the planning involved."
"You may look forward to a similar degree of satisfaction on your own wedding day." Mr. Bennet became suddenly contemplative. "Jane's absence will be felt, of course, but I shall miss my Lizzy the most."
Darcy could easily understand his lament but sympathy was not his inclination to give while thoughts of taking vows with Elizabeth were prominent in his mind. Impatience to return to her soon made itself known and the observant Mr. Bennet noticed his fidgeting.
"I've kept you from Lizzy long enough, son. She will be displeased with me for it, I'm sure."
His words produced a smile from Darcy who rose from his chair with alacrity. "Thank you, sir," he said and without further ado left the room in search of Elizabeth.
Chapter 41
The small town of Meryton had not witnessed a gathering of such proportion, its tiny church bursting with those who had come to observe the nuptial celebration of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Not all were there by invitation. The seats inside were reserved for the most prominent of the guests while local gossips loitered outside, listening at the open doorway or attempting to peer through the dark stained glass windows. The bride's family sat together with friends and neighbours in the pews behind them. Darcy had fewer familial relations to accommodate but his circle of friends, true friends who were delighted to see him happy with his choice, filled the rest of the church. Darcy himself had been astonished by the number that had responded and shocked to see that his aunt, the obstinate Lady Catherine de Bourgh, swallowed her pride and brought her daughter to an event she had previously proclaimed marked the end of Anne's dreams. Anne did not appear perturbed at the way events had unfolded, but she never did appear perturbed about anything. Earl and Lady Matlock displayed the dignity and refinement expected of them, while their daughters, the youngest of whom was under strict orders to behave with more decorum than she was wont to display, sat with their husbands and smiled politely. The Viscount, proudly seated next to his own betrothed, had eyes only for her and was frequently reminded by his father to present less of a spectacle for the persistent crowd of gaping fools. Miss Bingley blushed each time the Earl spoke, knowing her own wedding which was still several months away would bring an even greater audience to impertinently stare upon the eligible Lord Belper as he promised himself to the lesser known Miss Caroline Bingley of No Titled Connections. Of course, she was sure to be oblivious to them when she was the bride just as she knew Elizabeth Bennet now spared no thought for the insolent people pushing at the church walls.
Darcy risked turning around to gaze over the assembled observers. He quickly caught the eye of Bingley, sitting with his wife's family and grinning encouragingly while nodding his head. The gesture did not accomplish the intended purpose, however, as Darcy felt his stomach wobble and quickly sought to calm his nervousness by facing the altar and closing his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. He felt a warm hand placed over his own and opened his eyes again to smile at his sister, grateful for her continuing presence. There was one whose absence he felt most, aside from that of his parents. Colonel Fitzwilliam deserved more than any other to be present to witness this ceremony. If not for the efforts of his cousin, Darcy knew he would not have survived his impetuous confrontation with Wickham. That was but one act for which he was grateful, however. Fitzwilliam had ever been a steady and supporting influence when he most needed one.
Watching her brother's countenance reflect his thoughts and emotions Georgiana Darcy could not believe herself capable of greater happiness. She eagerly anticipated the addition of Elizabeth to their family life at Pemberley, knowing in her heart that this young woman had already wrought a change in both Darcys that could only be defined as providential. Though she dared not voice it, privately Georgiana was excited to think that it might not be too long before her dear brother and sister would be blessed with children, but this was not a subject upon which a young unmarried woman should dwell and she blushed accordingly.
When the minister directed everyone to rise Darcy found himself unable to regulate his breathing. All eyes were on Elizabeth as she entered the church and proceeded down the aisle on the arm of her father. Mrs. Bennet's exclamations could be heard above the whispered admiration but Darcy was blissfully unaware. Elizabeth heard but it did not distress her. Instead, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she could provide such joy to her mother. It was not something she had ever believed herself capable of doing since her mother's wishes were more often contrary to her own. On this day, though, all of Mrs. Bennet's aspirations for her daughter would come to fruition and therefore she was deserving of even such a mode of expression.
Mr. Bennet was torn between amusement with his wife's unsurprising display and indulging his own sense of loss. Had his Lizzy not chosen a man who would settle her so far from her family, his sorrow would have been less pronounced. As he placed her hand in Darcy's, forever relinquishing his role as her guardian and protector, Elizabeth's father felt the full weight of his sacrifice. He stepped back and took his place beside his wife as just another witness among the many.
There was more than one recently married couple in the congregation and each was stirred to share in the vows being exchanged, reaffirming with tender looks the promises they had lately made. Mr. and Mrs. Bingley were no exception, the moment being especially poignant for Jane who felt her sister's happiness almost as much as her own and considered her husband's friend no less deserving. She held fast to Bingley's hand, gaze fixed on the back of Elizabeth's head for she could not see her face. Jane imagined her sister's eyes with their sparkle of excitement and knew the anticipation she must be feeling at that moment, remembered the way her own heart had soared as the minister's pronouncement drew nearer.
The younger sisters of the bride were affected in varying ways. Mary, quiet yet astute, felt the gravity of the occasion deserved her equally serious attention. The earlier giggling of Lydia and Kitty annoyed her but she was relieved when their behaviour altered once Elizabeth had appeared. Of course, that only signalled their mother to begin. Mary Bennet was grateful for her own foresight in choosing the seat furthest from her in their pew. Kitty and Lydia sat between Mary and Mrs. Bennet, Kitty undecided whether she should find amusement in the same fashion as her younger sister or practise respectful silence like the next eldest. In her heart she was fascinated by the ceremony and the emotions it raised in every person present, be they in love or not. She had expected Lydia to be silly when the solemn portion of the service began but no dilemma of choice presented itself at that point; the youngest Bennet sister remained silent, watching the drama unfold with rapt attention. In fact, her eyes seemed to be focussed more on Mr. Darcy than on Elizabeth. Kitty could draw no conclusion for this oddity for Mr. Darcy never wore regimentals and that was Lydia's favourite above all else when it came to a gentleman's appearance. On the other hand, she had to admit that Mr. Darcy was very dashing in his black formals.
Mrs. Bennet dabbed the handkerchief to her eyes, sniffling and pressing her face against her husband's shoulder. Two daughters married in two weeks was enough to drive even the most composed of mothers to distraction. Seeing her first daughter safely wed had been an emotional day but the following weeks had been spent finalising the details for the next wedding. There had been no time to reflect on what Jane's happiness had meant for the rest of the family at Longbourn, nor what it meant for the mother who could shift her attention to finding a likely husband for the next of her girls. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy could expect a grand celebration; Mrs. Bennet would demand no less of the arrangements which she had personally overseen. Now, as she watched her second daughter repeating the words of the marriage vows, she could let out a sigh, congratulating herself on a job well done.
Two rows behind the Bennets sat their cousin, Mr. Collins, and his wife, the former Charlotte Lucas. Charlotte had been thrilled to learn of Elizabeth's engagement to Mr. Darcy. She had suspected the man's interest all along and after her friend's confession of the proposal she had received, and rejected, at the Parsonage it had been a most frustrating disappointment that she'd been unable to convince Elizabeth at the time that she'd made a mistake. Whatever had occurred to make Lizzy see the light, and for Mr. Darcy to propose yet again, convinced Charlotte that this match had been destined from the beginning. Her husband, unfortunately, was not of a like mind. Charlotte dismissed his remarks as formed from jealousy. After all, he had been refused by Lizzy first and no matter how many times he might offer again, she would never have accepted; not even given in. This bothered Mrs. Collins not in the least. Her husband's affection was not one of the highly valued aspects of their marriage. Glancing to where he perched beside her, she noticed his attention was not even on the service taking place at the altar but instead was fixed on where Lady Catherine and Miss Anne sat, expressionless. No doubt there would be many long discussions on this subject when they all returned to Kent.
The Great Lady of Kent was contemplating the same thought; Mr. Collins would hear her complaints with regard to his cousin's presumption to snare her nephew away from his rightful bride. Dearest Anne might not recover from the heartbreak for she had been set on marrying Darcy, her mother proclaimed. How any man could be so callous as to disregard such a tender hearted young woman, and a relation at that! No, it was all down to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She had entrapped her nephew with her arts and his weakness had been completely unpredicted. The day would come when he would regret his impetuous actions!
A long sigh from her daughter only served to confirm Lady Catherine's belief in Anne's disappointment. Anne, however, was far from feeling depressed. She rejoiced in the freedom she now felt; the spectre of marriage no longer hanging over her head. It was not that she disliked the office, nor that she had any particular aversion to the cousin whose life she had been expected to share, but there was a sensation of shackles being removed. Her mother would be in no hurry to find a replacement for Darcy. In that Anne was safe, for a while at least. It might even allow her an opportunity to live a little bit of the life she had always yearned for, a life that she had been denied due to her weak constitution and Lady Catherine's excessive protection. Social visits would be imperative if she were to be exposed to new prospective suitors, not only visitors at Rosings but visits that she and her mother would be required to make outside of Kent. The future excited Anne despite the dangers to her health. She would rather live a short life that she enjoyed than a long one being locked away at Rosings. All of this was possible because her cousin had chosen to marry a young woman of little consequence from a rural neighbourhood where nobody was anybody! How she loved Miss Elizabeth Bennet for capturing the attention of Darcy, no matter how it had been done! Her emotions choked her and Anne gave a little cough.
Lord Matlock stole a glance over his shoulder at his sister. Such a moment for her to cough, disturbing the final words of Darcy's promise to his wife and the Lord, witnessed by all present in the church! Her insensitivity galled him. The lad had determined to marry for love, not affluence; he deserved no such disrespect even if his own uncle did not necessarily agree with his reasons. The Earl was no dullard. Fitzwilliam Darcy was a man who would choose his own way in life and if his family could not accept it then he would have nothing to do with them. It was a foolish reason to lose contact with a valued family member, refusing to acknowledge his choice of wife or even his right to make that choice. Very few had that right but for someone in the highest circles of society, despite the strictures of that society, choice was an option and Darcy was entitled to it. His uncle would not dishonour his own sister's memory over such a matter for she would have welcomed this woman, this Elizabeth Bennet, as her daughter on the recommendation of her son alone. Having appraised her firsthand, in addition to his faith in his nephew's principles, Lord Matlock refused to consider any more objections as to the young lady's worth. She was, in his opinion, going to be an excellent mentor for Georgiana.
The groom's sister was at that moment bringing a delicate handkerchief to her eyes, the completion of the marriage ceremony moments away. Her brother's happiness was palpable; evident in his stance, proud and upright; the respect with which he attended to the words of the liturgy and the occasional tender look he directed toward his bride. Georgiana was not the only lady experiencing tears of joy, though. Hankies were in abundance, every Bennet sister had one and Mrs. Bennet accepted a second from her husband. Even Charlotte Collins pulled one from her reticule to dab at the corner of one eye. By the time the couple turned to face the assembled, the proclamation of their marriage ringing through the church interior and out to the gossips beyond its walls, not one observer could remain unaffected upon beholding the scene.
***
"Harold asked me to give this to you today."
Darcy looked at the folded paper his uncle placed into his hand. "He wrote this before he left?"
Lord Matlock chuckled. "No, he sent it with a letter we received a few weeks ago with explicit directions to deliver it into your hand after you were duly married. There is no predicting the time it takes correspondence to arrive from... where he is. He wanted to be sure that it would not be late."
Darcy fingered the seal on the letter, feeling the absence of his cousin more strongly.
"I shall leave you to read it in private." The Earl moved away, leaving Darcy to contemplate the contents of the missive.
"Fitzwilliam?" Elizabeth's voice was curious and a little concerned. She had seen the exchange between the two men and her new husband's sober expression. "Is something wrong?"
Looking up, Darcy smiled reassuringly. "No. My uncle has just given me a letter from my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam. I was merely considering what it contains."
Elizabeth's smile was understanding. "You should read it, then. There is a quiet corner over there," she said, pointing to a part of the room furthest from the body of well wishers.
"Yes," replied Darcy, taking her hand. "Let us read it together." He led her toward the place she had indicated but then decided to leave the room entirely, choosing instead the empty hallway and seeking an alcove out of the way of anyone who may happen by. Glancing briefly at Elizabeth, he inhaled sharply at the strength he perceived in her gaze and drew her close for a kiss before he broke the seal on the papers.
Darcy,How do I express how much I wish you joy on this day of your marriage to Miss Bennet! I am envious, not only for your success in finding such a lady who, as I am sure you have no doubt, is perfect for you, but for all your future happiness that will result. I was not teasing when I said I expect to find you a father when I return. As I will be here for at least one year, possibly two, there is ample time for you to accomplish this. Do not scold me under your breath for my impertinence for, unless you are reading this aloud to the fair Miss Bennet, or rather Mrs. Darcy, I'm sure she will not be offended by my presumption. We military men are usually forgiven for our coarse manners.
When I left you in London it was with the greatest regret that I would be unable to see you voice those all important vows with Miss Bennet. You have no idea how much I looked forward to seeing you squirm with nervous anticipation! You, my stiff-backed, calm and rational cousin, have been a sight to behold whenever the young lady entered a room.
Please convey my best wishes to your lovely bride. She will outshine even the sun on her wedding day, I am certain.
Give Georgiana all my love. I am not content to miss these final months of her growing into a young woman and being released into society's clutches. I expect you, Darcy, to practice twice the vigilance in my absence, although I suspect Mrs. Darcy might have some input as well. At any rate, I know my cousin will be safe from any form of harm with the two of you watching over her.
God bless and I will see you when I return.
Fitzwilliam
Elizabeth sighed softly. "So much can happen in two years." I certainly hope we may be blessed with at least one child in that time.
Forcing aside the less pleasant thoughts of what might happen to his cousin in that time, Darcy warmly regarded his wife. "Fitzwilliam cannot give up teasing me even from such a distance. You are now fair game as well, my dear." She arched an eyebrow challengingly, causing Darcy to laugh. "But I will refuse to feel sorry for him when you retaliate!" Her eyes sparkled with mischief and he leaned forward, using the advantage of their secluded location to take her in his arms and place a much desired kiss upon her lips. The day had been long, filled with people and high emotions, affording no opportunity for the privacy so wished for by both Darcy and Elizabeth. Although not unexpected, the reality of the situation of being on display for so many hours had taken its toll on their patience. The all too brief separation from observing gazes did bring relief in some measure yet furthered the impatience as well.
"Ah, there you are." The low voice of Mr. Bennet broke into the couple's reverie. Darcy raised his head to look over Elizabeth's in the direction of her father, though he did not release her from his embrace. The older man's expression was pensive. "My wife was becoming concerned. The hour is growing late and if you do not start for London soon you may lose the light."
Darcy nodded, letting his bride move out of his arms to face her father. Only a small blush stained her cheeks although the light in her eyes bespoke her true feelings. "We shall come to make our goodbyes, then," she softly said.
As they returned to the assembled guests Mr. Bennet drew his new son-in-law aside. "I recall interrupting you once before at a similar moment. At that time I did not regret it but this time... well, you are married now."
Darcy could detect the ambivalence in the tone, aware that he would also suffer the same apprehensions when it came time to release Georgiana into the care of another man and not wanting to dwell on that prospect on this particular day. He saw Mrs. Bennet fussing over Elizabeth and, despite the silliness of the woman, the affection for her daughter was obvious.
"Now Lizzy, you will write to us; not right away of course but when you are settled for I want to know everything.... all about your home in London, you know." She brought her handkerchief to her face, then waved it about in an agitated manner. "Oh, you will be so far away, Lizzy! Jane and Charles will be at Netherfield but you!" Turning to Darcy, Mrs. Bennet beseeched him, "Fitzwilliam, you will visit us often, will you not?"
Darcy blinked, never having heard her use his Christian name. "Of course," he replied, unthinking. Elizabeth stared at him as her mother erupted into an excited recitation of compliments on his thoughtfulness and tender devotion to her daughter. There was salvation, however, and in the form of Jane drawing her sister aside to whisper a suggestion. Elizabeth nodded, reached out for her husband's hand and pulled him away while reminding her mother that they must be on their way. Mrs. Bennet followed close behind as they walked, sagely agreeing that they must hurry, the light would soon be fading and they did not want to be on the London road after dark for there may be robbers lurking in the bushes to waylay unsuspecting travellers!
The trunks were already on their way to town thus the coach was light and the horses would make excellent time. The carriage was well sprung, as Mrs. Bennet duly noted, ensuring the ride would be smooth and comfortable. Farewells were voiced, friends and neighbours wishing the couple well and finally the door to the compartment was shut, the horses moving forward. For a few moments there was no sound but the steady clip clop of the horses' hooves and the crunching of the carriage wheels over the gravel of the drive. Then Elizabeth's pert smile slowly appeared.
"Well, Mr. Darcy. We are alone."
"Indeed we are.... Mrs. Darcy." His eyes focussed intently on hers.
"I believe we must have some conversation," she airily announced. "It will be a long ride and it would look very odd for us to spend more than hour together without speaking."
Darcy took her hand in his own and raised it to his lips. "I believe in this case, madam," he replied in a voice that sounded more like a growl, "there is not one person who would expect us to spend this time in conversation." He bid her move closer by placing his other arm around her waist and pulling her toward himself. "I have had my fill of conversation today," he whispered, lips brushing against her ear.
His wife opened her mouth to reply but no more words were heard for the remainder of their journey.
Epilogue
How often he had heard his cousin say that but at the moment could not recall exactly when. Everything seemed so long ago.
The carriage rolled on. Even after being back in England for some weeks, Colonel Fitzwilliam welcomed the luxury of the coach's interior. It was far preferable to spending hours in the saddle, even for the relatively short journey from Matlock to Pemberley. As a familiar crest in the landscape drew near he leaned forward, eager for the first glimpse of his cousin's home. It was perhaps foolish to expect it to appear unchanged. Two years had passed since his last visit, after all. Still, some things should be left untouched by the ravages of time... and man.
The great stone building rose in the distance, Fitzwilliam's relief palpable when he perceived no great difference in the facade. The drive wound around the top of the hill, descending in a gentle curve along the length of the house. Relaxing against the cushions, the Colonel enjoyed the view through the windows as the carriage followed a path designed to show Pemberley and its grounds to best advantage. With the gardens in bloom, colour was everywhere. Potted flowers lined the outside edges of the steps leading to the arched entryway. When the horses came to a halt opposite the front entrance Fitzwilliam quickly alighted but the servant was at the door before him, opening it to usher him into the cool and quiet interior.
Almost immediately Darcy appeared, warmly greeting his cousin with an outstretched hand. There was no mistaking the bond that existed between the two cousins. They had no need for many words when a look and a handshake conveyed their satisfaction in seeing one another again. Together they entered the sitting room where Elizabeth and Georgiana awaited. The younger woman could not contain her enthusiasm and rushed toward the Colonel, throwing aside all the recent reminders of propriety that her brother had tried to instill in her.
"I am so happy to see you have not been horribly maimed. I feared the worst despite my aunt's assurances to the contrary and Elizabeth's teasing of me not to be so melodramatic."
Fitzwilliam held her at arms length to more closely examine the picture of this young woman he suspected was his cousin. Then he smiled. "For a moment I wondered if my eyesight had been damaged without my knowledge. Where did my little Georgiana go? I thought I left express orders for you not to grow up in my absence." He tucked her arm through his and turned his attention toward Elizabeth. "Mrs. Darcy, you look exceptionally well, I am pleased to say." With Georgiana on his arm he was unable to bow but inclined his head respectfully.
"Thank you, Colonel," she replied, wishing she could say the same of him. Although his appearance was better than she expected, there was a gauntness about his figure that said more of his hardships than she was likely to know. "Would you care for some tea? I could have a fresh pot brought in, or perhaps you would like something stronger?" Elizabeth glanced toward her husband, knowing the hour was a little early for himself to consume spirits but his cousin might be of a different habit.
Fitzwilliam declined the offer, however. "Tea will be perfect. I missed these civilities while in France." His eyes took in the healthy glow of Elizabeth's cheeks, bringing a mischievous smile to his face. "I am happy to know that at least one of my orders was followed while I was away. I would dearly love to see the newest little Darcy before we talk of anything else!"
Elizabeth was already out of her seat, moving toward a small cradle he had until this moment failed to notice was placed beside her chair. The infant was wrapped in warm blankets, sound asleep in the definitive picture of innocence.
"May I?" Fitzwilliam held out his arms to receive the small form. "She is beautiful," he said, smiling at the baby's parents. "This is a change I don't mind seeing since I've come back."
Reminded that he had just come from Matlock that morning, Elizabeth said, "If I recall, more than one of your orders was carried out. You are an uncle as well, though it was most unfair to expect your brother and his wife to obey your command in less time." She was curious, though, as to the former Miss Bingley's current state. "How is Caroline?"
"Unchanged." The Colonel thought better of his abrupt answer when he saw Darcy's eyebrows lower in disapproval. "Yes, that was unfair of me. I will concede that she is an attentive mother to my nephew and perhaps it is her current condition that lent an impatience to her tolerance of me during my stay at home."
Darcy shook his head in wonder. "One cannot suppose an expectant woman to welcome the interruption of her routine by the arrival and prolonged stay of her husband's bachelor brother. Especially when he is prone to provoking almost everyone he meets."
"That is very true," admitted Fitzwilliam. "I am not one of Caroline's favourite people."
"Caroline? No diminutive as with all of your other siblings?" Elizabeth had developed a regular correspondence with Caroline Fitzwilliam, who continued to sign her letters with her full name even though she opened them with 'dear Eliza'. Both women had found themselves with child almost simultaneously and so there was an advantage in sharing their joys and woes in writing through the course of their confinements. Although Caroline was now expecting their second child in another two months or so, Elizabeth had been content to wait longer to further increase the Darcy family.
"I called her Carrie once. Only once." The Colonel grimaced. "I will not do that again." The sound of Elizabeth's laughter brought his smile back. "Father is pleased beyond belief with his little grandson. It was Caroline's idea to name the babe Richard, after the Earl. Iggy, of course, can refuse her nothing and this particular notion of hers cannot be faulted. Left to himself, I'm sure my brother would come up with some horrible name in the style of our mother's choices for us." Once again he looked down at the child in his arms. "Now, Anne is appropriate for this little one."
"Named for my mother, of course," Darcy reminded him.
"Of course. But did she not take lessons from my mother when she chose to call you Fitzwilliam?"
Elizabeth laughed again, ignoring her husband's offended expression. "If you continue in this vein I shall definitely be calling you Harry!"
Darcy looked up in alarm before turning a warning glare upon his cousin. The Colonel's eyes glittered with mischief. "If you wish, Lizzy. I may be able to offer you a selection of alternatives for your husband, as well."
Curiosity overwhelmed her but one glance at Darcy revealed his irritation with the scheme. "Perhaps," she said, amusement in her voice, "you had best save them for naming your own children as you appear inclined to enjoy the company of babies." Her rebuttal proved to be more than just a distraction as the Colonel's face diffused into a reddish hue and Elizabeth suddenly wondered if she had inadvertently touched on a sensitive topic. Feeling only a little contrite, she was compelled to rescue him from embarrassment. "However, I must relieve you of my daughter. It is time for us to go upstairs that I may tend to her."
Having spent some weeks in the company of another infant, Fitzwilliam knew better than to ask for details. He handed the baby to her mother, politely averting his gaze when Darcy stepped forward for a whispered exchange and to escort his wife and daughter to the door. When Elizabeth had left, her husband took a seat just as a servant entered with a tray bearing a pot of tea. Georgiana busied herself directing the placement of the tray and prepared a cup for Fitzwilliam. Thankful for the refreshment, the Colonel finally seated himself and studied his two cousins.
"What is it?" Georgiana asked self consciously.
Fitzwilliam smiled. "You have grown into a lovely young woman, Georgiana." He turned his gaze on Darcy. "It is good to see you again."
The three talked for some time, sharing reminiscences and tales from their time apart. The afternoon wore on, Georgiana finally admitting that she must leave their company for a previously arranged visit to a neighbour. Darcy, remembering that he had promised to accompany her, now renewed his offer but his sister laughed, assuring him that their cousin would be far more appreciative of his company than the old lady on whom she was going to call. She gave each of the gentlemen a kiss on the cheek before departing.
Colonel Fitzwilliam gave a sigh when she was gone. "Tell me truthfully, Darcy, how does she get on with the social obligations now? I always feared she would turn out like you and detest being out in public, on display. Had I not been called away I expected to be able to occasionally offer a less intimidating chaperone for her appearances."
"She has fared very well, Fitzwilliam. Elizabeth took her under her wing and before it became necessary for her confinement to keep her out of public view, she accompanied Georgiana to several functions where only the ladies of the ton attended. It was highly beneficial for her to meet them without the distraction of gentlemen falling over themselves to be introduced." Darcy made a face. "That is another matter entirely, however."
"One you will tackle with dignity, no doubt."
The remark sounded, at first, to be teasing but Darcy saw his cousin's expression appeared more thoughtful than amused. "Is there something on your mind?"
The Colonel looked up, meeting the other man's gaze steadily. "Actually, I have a favour to ask of you. I'm not certain you will agree but it means very much to me. I hope you will consent."
Darcy's eyebrows came together in puzzlement. "I cannot imagine my refusing anything you have in mind, Fitzwilliam."
"Well, I don't expect you to answer right away. You may need time to consider everything involved." He rose from his chair and slowly paced the length of the room, then back. His entire manner was solemn. "I shall be returning to the Continent in a few weeks and I am asking you to accompany me."
"Whatever for? I was under the impression that there was a cessation of action at the moment." A suspicion formed in Darcy's mind. "Are you involved in some clandestine mission? I do not understand what role I could play if that is it."
"No, it is nothing of that sort. It is of a .... personal nature." The smile which now formed on his face seemed hesitant, almost shy. Darcy was taken aback; he had never seen his cousin embarrassed about anything! "I would like the honour of your presence at my wedding. Would you represent our family?"
"Wedding? This is all very surprising and I don't quite understand," a confused Darcy replied, staring at the other man in astonishment. "Why are you not marrying here? Is she.... French?" He presumed that his cousin's bride was an aristocrat fleeing her country and that would make her unwelcome with some of their circle in England.
Fitzwilliam shook his head. "No, she is Austrian." He sighed. "There is nothing I would like better than to bring Ellie here but I will not take her from her father at this time. They have only each other and he is ill, too ill to travel. How could I deny her the opportunity to marry from home with her father attending? She will lose him soon enough."
"I understand," Darcy said.
"For obvious reasons my parents and Iggy cannot accompany me. I would not place Mother in such circumstances. Even if they were able to come I would still request your presence as well, Darcy."
Smiling, his cousin once again expressed his understanding and stated his own desire to witness the event. They spent more than an hour discussing the arrangements Fitzwilliam had already begun to set in motion, needing only Darcy's word that he would join him.
That confirmation came during dinner. Having spoken with Elizabeth when Fitzwilliam went upstairs to wash and change from his travelling attire, Darcy did not want to delay his cousin's pleasure in announcing his intentions even if Georgiana was the only one still unaware of his news. Quietly he informed Fitzwilliam of his decision as they walked into the dining room. Georgiana could not fail to notice the oddly jubilant expression on her cousin's face and immediately commented upon it.
"My dear," he replied without pause, "I hope you will wish me joy when I tell you."
"Joy?" she repeated, a delightful smile lighting up her eyes. "Is there to be a wedding?"
"There is and I confess that I could not be happier." He turned a grateful look upon Elizabeth. "Unfortunately, I regret that not all of my family may bear witness to the event. Thank you, Elizabeth, for allowing me to take Darcy away from you and your family during this time."
Georgiana's eyes widened in confusion. "What do you mean? Where are you going?"
"I shall not be wedded in England," Fitzwilliam explained. "For several reasons, not the least of which is that my lovely Ellie's father would not survive a voyage here, we shall be marrying from her home which shall require travelling across the south of France at the moment."
"Who is she that you would place yourself in danger to marry her?" demanded his young cousin.
"Georgiana!" her brother spoke sharply but the Colonel waved the rebuke aside.
"Ellie is the most beautiful and generous-hearted lady I have ever met. She is Austrian by birth, by heritage, but her father's health and the state of affairs in Europe have necessitated a move to more hospitable environs. She cannot help any more than I the troubles that have plagued them." The smile appeared again on Fitzwilliam's face and a faraway look in his eyes accompanied it. "I could not leave her but she would not come with me while her father lives. Every moment I tarry here could mean I find her alone upon my return. I wish her father to know that his daughter will be safe and cared for her entire life, before he dies, and I want nothing more than to be that man who will care for her." His eyes refocused on Georgiana. "I am honoured that your brother has consented to stand up with me and represent our family. Elizabeth, I am grateful to you, as well. I know what I'm asking of you."
"I believe you do," she replied in a soft voice.
Georgiana was silent. Her outburst and subsequent reprimand from Darcy had embarrassed her. In addition, she found it difficult to find within herself the sentiment Fitzwilliam had requested. She struggled for something to say. "I'm sorry." She wasn't sure if she was apologising for her rudeness or because she sympathised with this Ellie's imminent loss of her parent. "Do you mean to stay there and not come home.. to England?"
"For some time, yes. There will be affairs to get in order once he passes on and I certainly do not want to rush any of that. Ellie's grief will be difficult to bear. I see no reason to hurry the process if we plan to remain in England once we get here."
"Yes," agreed Darcy. "It would be best to take your time, finalise all transactions, before leaving."
"When are you going?" Georgiana couldn't believe that her voice sounded normal.
"As soon as possible," the Colonel responded with a grin. He was eager to speak with Darcy again after dinner, to plan their journey.
"But you just got here!" cried his cousin. "You have been gone so long and now we'll have no time for a proper visit."
Noting the glowering look forming on her husband's countenance, Elizabeth quickly interjected. "Do not upset yourself, Georgiana. They will not be leaving tomorrow. You will have plenty of opportunities to monopolise his time, I'm sure."
"Indeed!" Fitzwilliam laughed. "If I am anything like your brother you will grow sick of hearing me talk of nothing but my lovely lady and push me out the door long before I am due to go."
Georgiana's mood was lifted by his lighthearted reply. She knew she had behaved like a child denied getting her own way, had almost pouted upon learning he did not intend to stay with them very long. She made an effort to be more civil. "I would never do that so please fill our ears with every detail about the lady who has captured your heart. I long to know everything about her!"
At her request he began immediately.
***
"Was that the door?" Elizabeth sprang from her seat, hurrying to peer out into the hallway. Disappointed, she returned to her chair, impatiently snatching up the embroidery that had not seen a completed stitch all afternoon.
"Lizzy, I'm sure he won't be much longer and watching like this isn't going to make the waiting any easier," Georgiana gently reminded her. She had to admit that she was also eager to see her brother return and to hear his report of their cousin's wedding, the woman he had married and anything else he could remember to tell them. Fidgeting was not one of her habits, however, so Georgiana moved to the piano and began playing, attempting to bring her sister some peace of mind. If they must wait, it might as well be pleasantly spent.
Elizabeth was grateful for Georgiana's thoughtfulness. The music did soothe her anxiety. With Darcy gone nearly a month and only two brief letters in that time, one to assure her of their safe arrival and the other advising her of the date of his return, she could not help but worry until he actually appeared and she could see and touch him again. The young woman had chosen the pieces well; they had a calming effect which soon permitted Elizabeth to relax and concentrate on her needlework. When the music suddenly stopped, she looked up in surprise at Georgiana who was staring past her toward a smiling Darcy leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh, my," breathed Elizabeth, letting the material fall to the floor as she rushed forward to greet her husband. His arms took hold of her, pulling her tightly to him as he pressed his cheek against hers. Georgiana stayed at the piano although she rose from the bench to stand beside the instrument. After a moment, Darcy opened his eyes to see her waiting and he motioned her to join them. He released Elizabeth just enough to bring his sister into an embrace as well.
"It is good to be home again," he said, drawing out the words. "I missed you both." He glanced around the room when Georgiana stepped away. "Where is Anne?"
"Your daughter was unable to stay awake all afternoon, although she did try. She is in the nursery." Sighing contentedly, Elizabeth took Darcy's hand, guiding him to the settee where they sat side by side. "Are you hungry? I arranged for something to be sent up as soon as you arrived."
"Actually," Darcy said, "I am more in need of a bath and sleep. The crossing wasn't easy and I pushed the horses to make it to London as quickly as possible. I've seen Lord and Lady Matlock, related all the particulars and as soon as I was done there, back into the carriage. Last night was torture to stay at an inn within hours of home." He squeezed his wife's hand affectionately. "I shall not be leaving you again for so long."
"We must be content to wait until tomorrow to hear all about it, then?" asked his sister.
"Oh, no. I can tell you a little before I go upstairs." Darcy drew in a long breath. "Your new cousin, Mrs. Eleonore Fitzwilliam, is everything her husband claimed. She is quiet and gentle, yet she is also strong in spirit despite her hardships. Generous hardly begins to describe her nature. The wedding went smoothly, her father able to attend and participate, though he was wearied by the effort. I believe our cousin has chosen very well and the lady is as much in love with Fitzwilliam as he is with her," he concluded with a smile directed toward his own wife.
Georgiana looked away, searching for an excuse to leave the two of them alone. She needn't have made the effort as neither party heard her speak when she got up and walked away. Darcy did notice her absence after a few moments, however. He pulled Elizabeth close beside him, placing a series of light kisses behind her ear and along her neck.
"Did you miss me, Elizabeth?" he whispered as his lips trailed past her ear.
She smiled at the question, knowing that teasing was not a wise choice this time. "Very much so. I am happy that all went well and you are safely home."
Darcy suddenly gave a low laugh. "I told Fitzwilliam that I expect to see him return here with an heir of his own. You would have been proud of me! He was rendered speechless."
Elizabeth laughed, snuggling closer to her husband. "I hope his new wife did not hear you."
"I was careful to make sure she did not. I learned my lesson some time ago, Elizabeth." He whispered into her ear, causing her to cheeks to flush.
"I do have something to tell you, though." Her expression became more serious and Darcy looked at her with concern. "Oh, don't worry. I know you will be pleased." She whispered the rest then leaned back to see his reaction.
"Are you certain?" he asked and when she nodded, "When did you know?"
"I suspected before you left us but now I am sure." His response was as she predicted and Elizabeth's smile equalled his. "Shall we inform Georgiana tonight?"
"Not just yet," Darcy replied, standing and taking his wife's hand to bring her to her feet beside him. "I would like to spend some time alone with you in the knowledge, my dear, before we inform anyone."
"When shall we tell them, then?" She followed him from the room and as they ascended the stairs he replied,
"Next week? Next month. Perhaps when your condition can no longer be disguised." Darcy paused on the landing, turning to her with a triumphant smile. "Most definitely not before morning."
The End