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Part 29

A few mornings later Miss Darcy and her companion called at the Gardiners' home. Colonel Fitzwilliam had told Georgiana of Elizabeth's presence in town first, after his insistent queries had finally elicited the fact from Darcy, and then her brother had told her the address. Georgiana was sincere in her delight at seeing Elizabeth again. Though puzzled by many things about Elizabeth, Georgiana liked her. Miss Darcy's shyness affected her as ever, but she tried to make conversation and be good company. Elizabeth could see how Georgiana would benefit from society with other women, especially any who could help her gain ease in company. Some part of Elizabeth wished she might be that friend to Georgiana. Their visit passed pleasantly.

Mrs. Gardiner felt that they ought to return Miss Darcy's compliment and call. So, though she felt hesitation about going to the Darcy house, Elizabeth and her aunt called there the next Monday. It was even larger and more stately than Elizabeth had expected, but was well appointed and tastefully decorated. Mr. Darcy was not in when they called. Elizabeth was left at leisure to decide whether that fact pleased her or displeased her more.

One thing that she could not be pleased by was the caller who arrived shortly before she and her aunt were to leave. She recognized the woman she had seen Darcy dance with at the ball. And she saw warmth in Miss Darcy's greeting of that young lady that bespoke close acquaintance. Miss Ardmore was intelligent and fashionable. She also seemed comfortable in the Darcy home, as though she was a frequent visitor. Her companion exchanged familiar greetings with one of the serving maids and then sat quietly in a corner of the room.

But Miss Ardmore looked more warmly at Georgiana when she was observed by the younger girl than she did otherwise. Elizabeth wondered if she imagined this behavior from jealousy, until she heard male voices in the hall and saw the lady quickly arrange that she should be discovered solicitously assisting Miss Darcy with a passage from a book the young girl had been sharing with them, a gift from her brother.

*Whether over the top like Miss Bingley or not, an eligible female of the ton was ever on the prowl!*

Darcy's surprised delight on seeing Elizabeth in his home was momentarily visible; then he knew not what to say and became silent. Though his thoughts raced, his tongue did not. That he did not react the same way to the presence of Miss Ardmore was noticed. Elizabeth thought miserably that he seemed accustomed to Miss Ardmore's presence.

Miss Ardmore knew that she was taking a risk by imposing on the acquaintance she'd formed with Georgiana through being taught by some of the same music masters. Like so many ladies, she cultivated Georgiana Darcy's friendship as a means of getting closer to the brother. To see his attention excited by a girl of no connection offended her ambitions and pride alike. Displeasure formed her actions. Miss Ardmore thanked Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner for coming to visit, her tone one of polite dismissal. Mr. Darcy assumed the ladies must have been taking their leave before he came in. Mrs. Gardiner saw Miss Darcy's confusion. Elizabeth did not, as her feelings did not enable her to see so clearly. As she and Mrs. Gardiner left, she looked back to see Miss Ardmore moving to draw Georgiana and Darcy into discussion of the volume Georgiana held. It seemed an intimate family scene to Elizabeth.

Once they were in the carriage, Mrs. Gardiner said, "I pity both Miss Darcy and her brother the task of ascertaining the sincerity of every person they meet. Miss Darcy is a lovely girl, but seems unsure of herself. But it would be difficult for her to be otherwise, caught as she is between the attentions of dishonorable men and the ladies who seek her brother's attention."

Elizabeth smiled ruefully and said, "I must be a sad sight for you to speak so uncharitably of a lady we only just met."

Mrs. Gardiner said, "I meant what I said; but confess I spoke my mind from a desire to bring that smile to your face."

Elizabeth said, "Thank you." She smiled impishly and then laughed, "I suppose Miss Darcy must regard me as an oddity, given my refusal of her brother." Aunt Gardiner smiled.

Elizabeth's laughter quieted and she asked her aunt about their other calls and errands for the day, obviously desiring to talk of things not concerning the Darcy family. In quiet moments throughout the day and evening, however, thoughts of Mr. Darcy would command Elizabeth's attention. She knew that her aunt was right about insincere interest shown to those with known fortunes. She also knew that she had felt a stab of jealousy at the sight of Miss Ardmore looking so at home and familiar with the Darcy family. She tried not to dwell on the memory of Darcy and Miss Ardmore dancing together, or the way he'd studied the lady as he stood with her.

*She didn't do very well...*

The young Gardiners were busy with music practice when the Darcys called at Gracechurch Street the next morning. Miss Darcy complimented them on their performance, recalling her own fondness for the piece they practiced from years before when she'd learned it. When the girls begged Georgiana to play for them, she looked alarmed, but exerted herself to the task. Mrs. Gardiner offered to turn pages.

This left Elizabeth and Darcy sitting across the room from the others, nearly alone. For a long moment, neither spoke. Finally, Elizabeth mentioned the book he'd given Miss Darcy, saying she had heard praise of it. They began an uneasy discussion of literature, punctuated by pauses full of feeling. While Darcy had heard much of Elizabeth's tastes previously, she knew little of his preferences. She was surprised to find them more similar to her own than she would have guessed. Most of the difference in their tastes arose from the fact that he had studied more and read more variety. He said that she must visit his library at the town house when she next called on Miss Darcy and wished that she might see the one at Pemberley. Realizing the full depth of the wish he'd voiced, he became silent. She blushed, unsure of how to respond.

Finally Elizabeth regained her equilibrium and said archly, "Miss Bingley spoke very highly of your library at Pemberley, I remember."

Darcy replied, "I do remember her speaking highly of it." He bit his lip, repressing a slight smile as he noted, "However, I do not remember her spending much time there when she visited Pemberley."

Elizabeth's eyes danced, "Mr. Darcy, you surprise me." He met her gaze and smiled. Rebecca came away from the piano and sat by Elizabeth. Elizabeth said, "I remember you saying that the library at Pemberley is the work of many generations. It must be exceptional."

He looked down, unsure as to how to reply without sounding boastful.

Rebecca piped up, "It must have a lot of books. You're very smart, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy looked pleased. "Thank you, Miss Gardiner. I am fortunate to have the chance to read about so many things." Elizabeth nodded in agreement, trying to imagine the collection. Rebecca moved from Elizabeth's side to stand before Darcy. She grinned and whispered, "Is that where you found the monster charm? It has them all scared away just like you promised."

*Being able to win children over without acting silly is a requirement for my ideal man, whether in real life or as personified by our dear fanfic Darcy.*

He leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "They are really a cowardly crowd. Once one monster knows you can keep him out he tells his friends and they all stay away." Rebecca looked delighted. She leaned up, kissed Darcy's cheek and thanked him. Elizabeth was amazed. Rebecca was not shy, but nor was she usually demonstrative with many people, especially those outside family. Miss Darcy finished the piece she'd been playing and they all clapped.

Miss Darcy said, "I would like to hear you play, Miss Bennet. It is your turn."

Elizabeth smiled, chagrin evident in her expression. She said, "Your playing is so superior, Miss Darcy. It is not fair to be forced to follow with talents so meager as mine." She walked over to the piano and said, "Perhaps I might only sing while you accompany me?" Georgiana agreed happily and asked what Elizabeth would like to sing, searching the music available. They giggled over a few juvenile pieces and pieces that did not fit Elizabeth's range. Finally Georgiana found a piece and suggested it to Elizabeth. Elizabeth nodded a hesitant agreement. She glanced at Darcy self-consciously and willed her eyes away from him, choosing instead to study the music she'd memorized recently. Her mind raced as she considered why such words had interested her. With Darcy present, the words became even more vivid to her.

Darcy enjoyed watching the ladies' rapport. It was a pleasure to watch Georgiana at ease with Mrs. Gardiner and especially Elizabeth. And then as they began to perform, his look turned to adoration. He was very familiar with Mozart and had seen ‘The Marriage of Figaro' performed several times. No Cherubino's performance had ever affected him half so much as Elizabeth's singing did now, however. As he'd noted previously, Elizabeth filled her musical performances with emotion. He wondered at the feelings he heard from her now, wishing he knew that they were for him.

Rebecca asked, "Do you know what the words mean?" He nodded. She asked, "Can you tell me?" So, as Elizabeth sang, Darcy translated quietly.

You ladies, who know what love is,
See if I have it in my heart!
I'll tell you what I'm going through,
It's new to me; I can't understand it.
I feel a liking full of desire
That now is pleasure, now is agony.
I freeze, and then feel my soul burning,
And in another moment go back to freezing.
I look for a good outside myself,
I don't know who has it, I don't know what it is.
I sigh and groan without wanting to,
I quiver and tremble without knowing it,
I find no peace night or day,
And yet I like suffering this way!

Darcy cleared his throat and looked down. Rebecca asked, "Why would anyone enjoy suffering?" Elizabeth heard the question. Darcy twisted his pinkie ring. He gently pointed Rebecca towards Mrs. Gardiner and Rebecca moved to her mother for explanation. As Georgiana finished playing, Darcy applauded. Refreshments arrived then, to the relief of most. There was calm to be found in the inconsequential activity of serving and enjoying the refreshments. Elizabeth found that the words she'd sung had affected her so that she could not make further small talk. She felt more exposed than ever before.

Miss Darcy expressed her hope that they would all meet again. Darcy looked at Elizabeth, noting how she avoided his gaze and stayed silent. He supposed that he'd made her uncomfortable, perhaps by staring at her as he realized belatedly that he'd done much. He thought over their conversation and realized that though he'd enjoyed speaking with her, she'd limited their discourse. He wished that he might apologize for the imposition his company must be to her. He spoke a brief adieu, looked at her with one long last gaze and turned to leave.

*Sad violins play here!*

As Darcy was turning away Elizabeth finally managed to look at him. She saw that his expression was much the same as the day Jane had married Bingley, one of finality. She did not know what caused him to look that way, but wished she might find the courage to call him back to her in that moment.

As the Darcys entered their carriage, Elizabeth asked Mrs. Gardiner, "How did you answer Rebecca's question?"

Mrs. Gardiner said, "I told her that sometimes when we are confused about love our hearts feel so much that it almost hurts. Love is so worthwhile, though, that it is well worth suffering for. And, really, if we do not feel the best and worst life offers at some point, then we fail to live." She smiled, "She asked if I suffer since I love her Papa so; and I assured her that was not the case since we are both well aware that we are loved in return." She looked at Elizabeth kindly.

Elizabeth did not meet her aunt's gaze. Finally she said, "Well, I can understand how the idea would seem confusing to her. I never understood such suffering until recently." Elizabeth moved away and stood by the window, her posture reminiscent of Darcy's as she whispered to herself, "I feel a liking full of desire...that now is pleasure, now is agony..."

Part 30

Posted on Friday, 10 February 2006

The new Mr. and Mrs. Bingley returned from their wedding trip, ready to begin married life together at Netherfield. They visited the Hursts and Miss Bingley for several days before going home and returning Elizabeth to Longbourn. Jane looked very well, more beautiful in her joy. Bingley also looked happier than ever. There was a maturity to him now, a self-assurance born of feeling responsible for the well-being and contentment of another. When the Bingleys called at the Gardiners' home, the company all laughed together over sea-bathing misadventures and other such tales.

At the Hursts' house, the company could not be so easy. Mr. Hurst was often absent as his wife and her sister presided over the company in oppressive representation of false and insincere high society. The décor of the house was a gaudy testament to Mrs. Hurst's joy in her husband's fortune. Mr. Hurst had a fair amount of wealth, though he was more a man of fashion. His station had garnered Bingley's sisters the place in society that they sought. They were highly regarded among those who gave equal energy to climbing the social strata.

*Among the rats, they were like rat royalty, if one could just forget that they were only a generation out of trade... New money, you see...*

As Elizabeth, Jane and Charles rode to Hertfordshire together Charles slept and the sisters talked. The time with the Hursts, Miss Bingley and their friends had been difficult for the newlywed couple. Jane quietly confessed that she would be glad to be home alone with her husband. The minutiae that enthralled Miss Bingley and the Hursts did not impress Jane or bring her pleasure.

Jane and Elizabeth already missed their former relationship keenly. Elizabeth was especially aware that though they both returned to Hertfordshire, only she returned to Longbourn. So, they savored this rare chance to talk uninterrupted. Jane did her best to present the travails of the past week in a way that would entertain Elizabeth. Elizabeth, who felt much in need of amusement, was a willing audience.

Jane related that each day at the Hursts' house had been filled with visitors. Friends and acquaintances had come to call and pay their respects to the bride and her husband's family. More than one mother seemed to have cause to upbraid Mr. Bingley for choosing a girl other than their own, though they politely wished the bride well. As Jane laughed over this, Elizabeth remembered that Darcy had said that he'd often seen Bingley in love. One lady had deposited a pressed flower on the table, claiming she no longer had need of it as a charm now. Jane smiled kindly and with real pity as she talked of it. There was no trace of insecurity in Jane's expression.

Elizabeth realized that if she were to see evidence of such frivolity and flirtation from Darcy she would suffer. She had never before appreciated the value of his reserved temper. Such thoughts only deepened her regret. She saw Jane note the momentary lull in her energy. Elizabeth did not wish to discuss her sadness, so she asked, "Please, Jane, tell me more stories of the ‘high and mighty,' especially their foibles!"

Jane smiled and obligingly said, "Mr. Darcy's aunt, Lady Matlock, is a very plain-spoken woman. Much to my surprise, she said that her younger son liked you well enough that we might have ended as family if his situation had allowed it! Though pleased that a woman of such standing had called, Caroline and Louisa disparaged her bluntness after she left us. But I liked her."

Elizabeth blushed slightly and said, "Well, I'm certain she was teasing about her son. We only spent a few hours together, hardly enough for serious consideration. I like him. He's pleasant." She found herself wondering what Darcy's reaction would be if his aunt made such jests to him. She shook her head as though to chase thoughts of Darcy from her mind.

*Good luck, Lizzy!*

Jane continued, "Other callers wore outlandish dresses; some with elaborate headdresses the like of which I've never seen."

*Peacocks with their pretty peacock feathers...*

Elizabeth interrupted, "Even on Miss Bingley? I have often thought her taste in such frippery unequalled." From the corner of her eye, Elizabeth thought she saw Mr. Bingley smile in his sleep.

Jane shook her head, "I think that Caroline is more moderate in her fashions than you realize. I find it amusing to think that these ladies call on others to show off such monstrous apparel, but that is the truth of the matter. Callers have many purposes. Some seem only to call for the chance to take refreshment. Some were genuinely pleased for me and Bingley. The parade of society members seemed nearly endless. I found many of the people intimidating, though several were pleasant and congenial."

Elizabeth nodded sympathetically.

*Poor Jane, destined to doggy paddle among sharks!*

Jane said, "I must credit Caroline with bravery. Only one caller seemed to unnerve her at all." Jane bit her lip and looked at Elizabeth seriously, as though wondering if it were wise to continue. Elizabeth noted this and felt a shimmer of unease. Finally, Jane did continue, saying, "When Lady Edgeworth was announced Caroline ran her hands over her hair and then her dress as though readying herself for inspection. She and Louisa exchanged such a look of anxiety that I wondered what sort of harridan to expect. Caroline professed that Lady Edgeworth is a great friend who knows everything about everyone. Later, Charles told me that he doesn't think well of her; but having her acquaintance pleases his sisters." Jane glanced at her husband, shrugged and said, "She even wore pearls during the daytime, but they somehow seemed to fit her demeanor. You would have found her laughable, I think, Lizzy. I had to repress a smile thinking of how you would have acted there in my place!"

*Surely there's some Lizzy/Bingley fanfic out there, isn't there?*

Elizabeth laughed, "Happily, your dear Mr. Bingley chose wisely. He did not choose a wife who would offend his sisters' friends." She glanced fondly at her new brother as he shifted his head on Jane's shoulder.

Jane smiled and unconsciously stroked Bingley's hand, "At first, I was intimidated by her, Lizzy. It was obvious that she was memorizing every detail of our dress, of the way we looked, everything. I felt as though all the members of the ton were listening in on our conversation when I talked with her. It was so very strange. I found her almost an object of my pity after listening to her for some time. She had nothing to say for herself. Everything she said was about others' concerns. She talked of the latest news about society's elite, every now and again explaining the importance of those whom she discussed." Jane shook her head. "She had nothing to say of music or art or the pleasures of travel. She was limited in her scope of thought. I found myself so bored that my mind began to wander." Jane giggled. "I thought of some favorite tunes, but had to desist for fear of humming aloud."

Elizabeth laughed and said, "Think how impressed the ton would have been by that!"

Jane said mildly, "It certainly would have been much talked of."

*Yep. ‘That crazy Mrs. Bingley hums to herself... must have already been driven over the edge by her husband's insipid sisters...'*

Elizabeth teased, "So, did Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst feel the visit was a great triumph? Were they pleased to have received attention from such a ‘great' lady?"

Jane looked contemplative. She looked into Elizabeth's eyes as if again wondering whether to speak of something. Elizabeth gave Jane a quizzical look.

Slowly, Jane said, "No. Caroline was not pleased. She attempted to mask her feelings, but Lady Edgeworth shared tidings that displeased."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and said, "Really? What displeased Miss Bingley so?" She smiled slightly.

Jane breathed in and out audibly and said, "Lady Edgeworth said that Mr. Darcy has become engaged." She stared at her sister, awaiting her reaction anxiously.

Elizabeth sat very still, her smile gone. She heard her own voice ask, as though from some distant point, "Oh? To whom?" She grasped the seat. She saw Jane note the whiteness of her knuckles and attempted to relax.

Jane said, "A Miss Ardmore." Elizabeth nodded numbly. Jane continued, "Apparently they met at several events this season and he is to speak to her father either this week or next when Mr. Ardmore returns to London from their estate in the north." Jane looked carefully at Elizabeth, wondering at her feelings, noticing that her sister had not blinked once since she'd grabbed the seat so tightly. She said, "Caroline had heard that Mr. Darcy avoided the opportunity to dance with Lady Edgeworth, so apparently that lady wants everyone to know that he only did so because he feared for the possessive sensibilities of his intended."

Elizabeth struggled not to allow any reaction to be visible. She finally said, "I met Miss Ardmore when we called on Miss Darcy. They appeared to get on well." She tried to smile but was not very convincing, "Poor Miss Bingley! How did she act?"

*Yeah... Poor Duck Face!*

Jane said, "Well, she and Louisa tried to act unconcerned, as though it was idle speculation rather than fact; but Lady Edgeworth seemed very sure of her information. She said that Mr. Darcy had thrown himself into socializing with the ladies of the ton in a fashion heretofore unknown to him, an observation that other callers had made to us, and furthermore that he had come to intimate terms with Miss Ardmore. I pitied Caroline. She was obviously unsettled at the prospect of Mr. Darcy marrying. I should think that events of the past year might have already convinced her that his interests tended elsewhere, but she seemed very affected nonetheless. I could not think highly of Lady Edgeworth then, for she looked unconcerned for Caroline's feelings, more interested in telling others about her reaction than friendship. I assured her that as Mr. Darcy's friends we wish him all happiness. Miss Bingley has been most unhappy since."

Elizabeth nodded and said in a tight voice, "I can imagine."

*Yep. Lizzy can imagine, all right...*

Jane asked anxiously, "Lizzy, are you well?"

Elizabeth said, "A slight headache, Jane." She avoided her sister's eyes as she said this. She said, "Perhaps I will follow your excellent husband's example and rest for a bit." She leaned back and closed her eyes.

After a moment, Jane spoke hesitantly, "Lizzy?"

Unbidden, the image of the elegant woman talking cozily with Darcy and Georgiana came to mind. Elizabeth opened her eyes, willing misery away as tears began to threaten. She wondered if he had already been accepted, even wondered if he felt "ardently" towards the lady. She tried to convince herself that she was allowing gossip too much truth. But then she thought that even if this report were untrue, the day would come when Darcy would wed another. As she saw the concern and pity in her sister's eyes felt her throat constrict and tears gather in her eyes.

Jane called, "Lizzy!" and reached for Elizabeth. As she moved, Bingley opened his eyes. He sat up and saw his wife go to her sister's side as Elizabeth's tears began to fall.

Bingley said in a flustered tone, "What? What is it? What can I do?" The sudden interruption startled the sisters.

Jane looked over Elizabeth's shoulder and shook her head at him. He offered his handkerchief and Jane took it and gave it to Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked down and tried to stem the flow of her tears.

Bingley asked urgently, "Is your headache so bad? Should we stop to rest?" Jane looked at him oddly.

Elizabeth shook her head and said, "No. I will be fine, thank you. It is not necessary to stop." Her voice was thick with emotion.

Silence hung in the air. Suddenly, Elizabeth went still. She asked, "Mr. Bingley, were you not asleep when I told Jane of my headache?"

Bingley looked sheepish as he replied, "No, I confess I was not. I was merely resting my eyes. I did not wish to interrupt and I enjoy the sound of Jane's voice. I was curious to hear her impressions of our experiences. I've been awake for some time." He looked even more sheepish. "And I confess curiosity about other things, too." He looked at Elizabeth with earnest concern.

Elizabeth was embarrassed. She turned and looked out of the carriage window, wishing her expression calm rather than believing it to be so. Jane chided, "Mr. Bingley!" He smiled apologetically to his wife.

*He can't help it. The author made him do it!*

Bingley said in a comforting tone, "I must say, I've heard reports that Darcy was engaged many times; and he never has been. His marital status is a matter of common speculation among gossips of the ton." He saw Elizabeth's doubtful expression. "As I have been away, I do not know anything of the matter at this time, I'll allow. But we will certainly know when he comes to visit in two weeks' time."

Elizabeth did not look at him as she said, "If he comes..."

Bingley spoke seriously, "He will come. He promised, and Darcy does not break his word. He is steadfast."

Elizabeth nodded. She spoke quietly and slowly, still not meeting Bingley's eyes. "You are right. He is among the best of men."

Bingley noted, "You did not think that, not so long ago." Jane looked at him with dismay.

Elizabeth pressed the handkerchief to each wet cheek, sighed as she considered what to say next, and offered, "Once I learned the truth of your friend's character and came to understand him, I found that my prejudices were done away with. My feelings for him changed to be-- quite the opposite of what they once were, but it seems that change came too slowly. Please, let us not discuss it further." She forced a smile.

Jane hugged her tightly, murmuring, "Oh, Lizzy!" Elizabeth returned the embrace, in part to comfort Jane who now cried even more than she had.

*Dear, sweet Jane!*

Then she sat back from Jane and said, "Please do not worry for me. If he can be satisfied with-- well, if this information is true, then I shall soon forget him." She smiled impishly and Jane shook her head, still dabbing at her own tears. Elizabeth insisted in a stronger tone, "Truly, I will be fine. As our aunt once observed, I can laugh my way past anything." She said, "Now, sit by your husband. He looks as though he misses you. I will not have it said that I would keep you from him!"

Jane moved back to her seat by Bingley. He grasped her hand comfortingly. Both of them looked at Elizabeth in a way so tenderly expressive of their concern that she had no option but to laugh. She said, "Brother! Sister! This will not do! If you look so mournful I will feel compelled to a fit of nerves that would impress Mama. Do not bring me so low. If you love me you will tell me more of your joy, or of others' comic antics, or of anything amusing." The Bingleys looked at each other, at a loss.

Finally, ever obliging, Bingley said, "You must not tell anyone, but we tried that new dance, the waltz." Jane gasped and blushed. Elizabeth looked surprised. Bingley continued, "We were at a private party in Brighton, given by a friend from school. I am of the opinion that it is a wonderful diversion for those who are married, but too intoxicating otherwise." He looked at his wife adoringly.

Elizabeth smiled winsomely, "I am sure we can trust in each other's discretion, Brother." She gave Bingley a pointed look. He nodded and smiled back at her. Elizabeth added, "I have always wanted a brother, especially one whom I can trust. Will you promise to keep what you have heard secret?"

Bingley looked chagrined, but nodded slowly and murmured, "If you wish, then I promise not to repeat what you have said."

Elizabeth nodded gratefully to him and eagerly asked, "Tell me more! Was it difficult to learn? How did you come to do such a thing?" The three fell easily into conversation of the entertainments the Bingleys had enjoyed during their trip. Time and the increasingly familiar scenery flew by all too quickly.

Elizabeth stepped from the carriage and greeted her family and then watched Jane and Charles leave for Netherfield. Standing there, she felt forlorn and hopeless.

*Soundtrack a sad slow waltz here.*

Part 31

The long-anticipated Netherfield ball was to be held just a few weeks after the newlyweds' return. Miss Bingley and the Hursts came from town a day before Darcy was to arrive. Darcy was expected two days before the ball, early, but his departure was delayed by business and he did not arrive until the evening before the event. Miss Bingley paced impatiently, anxious to learn the truth of the report of Darcy's engagement. Despite her self-serving intentions of patience and forbearance with her brother and his new family, she was short tempered and increasingly unpleasant as the day wore on.

*OK. So that's not really unusual behavior for her. All the same...*

Mrs. Bennet and all of her daughters were on hand, purportedly to assist Mrs. Bingley. Mrs. Bennet fussed and worried incessantly. Kitty looked out the window and reported all arrivals in an important manner. Mary sat by and read, while silently deploring the sad state of Mr. Bingley's library. Elizabeth helped Jane and the housekeeper direct the servants and deliveries. Elizabeth had reluctantly acquiesced to her mother's insistent suggestion that she remain at Netherfield to assist Jane until the event.

As the afternoon waned, Kitty said, "Here is another carriage, with four horses! It must be one of Mr. Bingley's friends." Miss Bingley stopped pacing and stared at Kitty. Finally she continued, "I think it is Mr. Darcy." Mrs. Bennet squealed excitedly as she confirmed Kitty's words.

Miss Bingley asked urgently, "Does he arrive alone or with friends?" She wrung her handkerchief between her fingers and looked as though she might scream or cry. The others stared at her, startled by her marked discomposure.

Elizabeth stopped working with the flowers she'd been arranging. She did not remove her hands from the stems; she simply stopped moving.

Kitty finally answered, "He is alone."

Elizabeth felt her breathing resume as she worked with the flowers again. She heard Miss Bingley mutter, "Well, thank goodness for that."

*For once Miss Bingley and Elizabeth were in agreement.*

From the moment Darcy arrived he thought Bingley was behaving oddly. Bingley smiled at him almost constantly, with a knowing look, but without offering explanation. As they talked with the ladies at supper and listened to plans for the ball, Darcy noted that from time to time Bingley looked at him significantly and smiled. He was tempted to inquire about the strange looks his friend bestowed on him, but did not.

*He only wondered if perhaps happy marriage had addled Bingley's brain.*

Mrs. Bingley seemed naturally preoccupied with preparations for the ball, but otherwise happy and serene. Darcy was surprised by Miss Bingley's quiet demeanor. Though she looked at him a great deal, she did not speak much. He thought she seemed out of spirits and wondered at the cause. Neither she nor Mrs. Hurst had much to say, a rare pleasure. He thought that perhaps the strain of acknowledging Mrs. Bingley as mistress of Netherfield was the cause, but he was uncertain.

Elizabeth also seemed quiet, by his reckoning. He wished to hear more from her, though he was far from easy in her company. She inquired politely after Georgiana, but after he replied to that query she said no more. Mrs. Hurst interrupted them with a request that he share news from town. It seemed to him that the entire party attended his reply with undue interest, and he thought that Elizabeth went a bit pale. Elizabeth stared at him as he said, "I am sure I have nothing to tell which you would not have already heard." Elizabeth blushed and looked away as she saw his puzzled expression.

*She was probably wishing it were permissible to shake him and scream, "Well, are you engaged or not?"*

After dinner that evening the ladies retired to the salon. Bingley brought Darcy a glass of extremely fine wine, telling him details of the vintage. Darcy accepted his with a look of surprise and asked, "What do we celebrate, Charles, your marriage?"

Bingley smiled enigmatically. In a tone of annoyance Darcy asked, "Are you going to share the secret that has you behaving so oddly?" He swirled the wine in the glass and admired the color as he noted, "You've never been good at keeping things from me."

*Phew! Thank goodness for that...*

Bingley's eyes were aglow and a large smile covered his face as he said, "I cannot tell you what I promised not to. But I must ask a question..." Darcy nodded his assent. Bingley chuckled and asked hopefully, "May I wish you joy on your engagement, Darcy?"

Darcy looked surprised and then resentful. He sighed wearily and asked, "Who am I rumored to marry now?" He inhaled the bouquet of the wine, enjoying the variety of spice and fruit scents it carried.

Bingley's smile broadened as he asked, "Then I take it that you have not spoken with Miss Ardmore's father?"

Darcy looked confused. "Ardmore? I have business with him, but not regarding his daughter." His conscience prickled uncomfortably. "I feared that I paid her too much attention. I am sorry to hear that my attention to her gave rise to undue speculation."

Bingley said with mild reproof, "You always take uncommon care regarding such matters, Darcy. I am surprised you would give the appearance of trifling with a lady's affections." Bingley stood a bit taller as he offered admonishment to his imposing friend.

Darcy grimaced and admitted in a low tone, "It was unintentional, I assure you. I did think that I was drawn to her for a time. I fancied a resemblance to---well, to someone else." Bingley nodded sympathetically and uttered a slight exclamation of understanding as Darcy continued, "I realized the night we last danced that I could marry one such as her, simply for the sake of a fashionable connection and a socially suitable mother for my heir. But that same night I realized that such a marriage would doom me to a lifetime of regret." He reached to twist his pinkie ring, but could not with a full glass in hand. Instead, he took a small sip of the wine to soothe his agitation.

*I started to write a typical ‘Darcy pinkie ring twist' there and got caught up in the image of Darcy tossing wine all over Bingley's carpet... Not our hero! He's too smooth for that.*

Then he asked in a tone of confusion, "So why would you share such a wine over an idle report?"

Bingley's smile grew. He said, "It is as I thought. I am happy that you are not yet engaged, Darcy. We celebrate that fact." Darcy again looked annoyed with Bingley, who continued with wry enjoyment, "But I find myself in an awkward position. I have been asked not to divulge what I overheard. Yet I know that it would be to the benefit and even joy of all if I were to be indiscreet. Where is the lesson in that?"

Darcy looked at him darkly and said, "What manner of game is this, Charles? I am in no humor for riddles."

Bingley could not stop grinning. "Lord! Did I look that bad last year?"

Darcy was taken aback. He shrugged and asked, "Last year?"

Bingley swirled the wine in his glass and said, "I mean when I had no hope. Did I look as forlorn as you do now?"

*Probably not. For our dear Bingley was a mere pup at the beginning of Miss Austen's tale... Darcy, whether haughty or humble, was always a MAN.*

Darcy set his glass down and bit out, "Bingley, you grin stupidly, talk nonsense and find humor in my suffering. What is wrong with you?" Suddenly he thought over what Bingley had said about having overheard something that might bring joy were it divulged. He stared at his friend intently.

Bingley spoke in a low tone, filled with emotion. "Darcy, I promised not to share what was said between my wife and her sister in the carriage home from London... though I've already talked of a bit of what they discussed in asking about your supposed engagement to Miss Ardmore..." Darcy looked startled.

Bingley spoke carefully, "But when you told me that Jane loved me you brought me hope. Now I repay that debt. Do not allow doubt to form your actions with Elizabeth. Act from hope." Bingley looked down into his glass as he spoke. When he encountered Darcy's gaze again he saw that his friend looked happily stunned. Darcy sat even straighter than usual, closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. He exhaled and opened his eyes again. Bingley asked politely, "Are you well?" He stopped speaking as Darcy suddenly stood.

Darcy looked at Bingley almost wildly as he said, "I must speak with her!"

Bingley laughed, "You do remind me of myself last year!"

*Well, a man ‘violently in love' is a man ‘violently in love!'*

Darcy looked down and caught his breath again. "Thank you, Bingley."

Bingley replied, "I am heartily glad for you, for both of you." Darcy smiled radiantly.

Bingley looked at Darcy oddly, "Darcy? May I offer advice?"

Darcy, now disposed to accept anything with good humor, looked at his friend with amusement at the cautious tone employed. "Certainly, Bingley; I would welcome it."

Bingley continued, "I imagine that tomorrow evening will provide you opportunity to speak with her, but I urge you not to become so... caught up in your... hope... that you forget to consider what you will say and how you will act. It seems to me that in Miss Elizabeth's presence you often do not speak your heart well. I hope that is a fault you will have many years to remedy." He meant this kindly, but was so unaccustomed to advising Darcy that his expression was tentative.

Darcy smiled, then laughed and offered a toast, "To hope." Bingley toasted with him. Darcy noted, "This is really a wonderful vintage. I should like to find some for my cellar." Bingley laughed.

When the ladies returned, Darcy found that Elizabeth had retired for the evening. He looked towards the upstairs longingly. As he impatiently sat and listened to the others he considered Bingley's words. He dwelled on the way Elizabeth had looked earlier. Where Darcy had previously worried that she avoided his gaze from continued disdain, he now understood that she was embarrassed by emotion. He realized that she was as interested in his words and actions as he was in hers. His heart raced as he realized that she cared for him. He considered how best to approach Elizabeth, to secure her agreement to marry, but also to please her. He wanted her to remember accepting his suit as happily as they would both rue their words on the day she'd refused him.

*That's really a tall order, all things considered...*

As he sat and struggled through the turmoil of his emotions and thoughts he saw Bingley still smiling. If he were not so pleased, he might have been annoyed by this. But on this night he saw a bit of his future joy in Bingley's happy smile. Anticipation of that joy left him shaken and grateful.

Miss Bingley asked, "Isn't that so, Mr. Darcy?" The others looked at him, noting his preoccupation.

He stood and said, "Please excuse me, ladies, Bingley. I am fatigued from my journey and wish to retire." He bowed and left the company. He walked to his rooms as a man in a daze.

All he could think of was how he should act and speak with Elizabeth. He thought of when he'd seen others courting, and considered their behavior and language. He thought of romantic notions of which he'd read. It was the first night since he'd realized that he was in love that he savored his feelings, Elizabeth's feelings and how their happiness might be realized.

*Ah! ‘Fanfic Darcy' is such a romantic!*

He considered their history as well. He determined that he would ask her to dance the first two and ask to accompany her to the supper. He would show her and her family every civility and token of respect. He would demonstrate to her by that his affections and wishes were unchanged. This settled, he began to prepare for bed. He did not expect to sleep well, though for the first time in many nights he eagerly anticipated the dreams he would have of life together with his love.

Part 32

Elizabeth awoke early. She felt that the dawn would arrive soon, though the dark was still heavy. She'd had a restless night, during which she'd woken several times. Seeing Darcy again had been more difficult than she'd anticipated and had left her thoughts unsettled.

*That sort of thing has happened to many of us at one time or another.*

When she heard the first bird cry she abandoned the night and dressed. Gloominess was not a companion she bore with patience. She decided that she would fill her time with reading and exercise until the rest of the household began the day. She would read until after the sunrise and then walk wherever her heart led her. She anticipated the upcoming ball as a condemned prisoner anticipates the gallows, but would be relieved to have it and her time with the seemingly unattainable Darcy in the past.

She passed through the salon on her way to the Library. She stopped by the pianoforte and, without thinking, allowed one hand to brush a few notes from the keys. She stopped after only a few notes, realizing how the sound carried and that it might awaken people. But she continued humming the tune. It was the song that the orchestra had played while she danced with Darcy last at Netherfield the previous November. Recalling her brash defense of Wickham and the harsh way she'd spoken to Darcy she was amazed that he'd forgiven her behavior enough to develop an interest in her.

As she turned the handle of the Library door she was surprised to detect light through the crack of the door. She entered the room and stopped when she saw Darcy reading by the light of several candles. He was holding a copy of Shakespeare's sonnets and he looked at her with a wide-eyed expression over the top of the book. Next to him on the table was a pile of books; those whose titles she saw were romantic in nature. She paused for a second as she puzzled over his reading selections.

She clutched her shawl close about her and blurted, "I am surprised to find you here at this hour, Mr. Darcy."

He stood and set the books aside, bowed and said, "I am surprised, as well, happily so. Good morning." Then he tilted his head to one side and looked at her oddly. "That tune I heard played just now. Did we not share a dance to that once?"

Her face flushed and she allowed, "Yes. At a ball here last fall, we danced... and talked." She saw that he observed her embarrassment but did not look at her at all harshly. Nonplussed, she swallowed hard and said, "I'll not intrude on your privacy any longer. Excuse me." Then she turned to leave, grabbing the door handle.

He spoke quickly and from the heart, "Please don't go." She turned back and looked at him with surprise.

*Crank up the romantic music! Light some candles! Here we go!*

He took a tentative step towards her and said, "I am grateful for the chance to talk." He cleared his throat and continued, "The beginning of a new day is a fit time for a conversation without artifice or reserve; don't you think, Elizabeth?" He stepped towards her again.

She started at his use of her Christian name, released the door handle and walked over to the chair nearest him, sinking into it gratefully as she wondered at his words and the tender expression on his face. She murmured a reply, "I find any time of day fit for honest conversation, sir." She began to feel warm from his look. In the back of her mind she cautiously urged herself to concentrate on the details of the moment, hopeful that it would be one she would want to recall clearly.

He said, "Though you once warned that poetry can drive away love, I have found myself in mind of the Bard's words,

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where."

*That's from Sonnet CII, by the way. Regardless of Elizabeth's opinion, I love Sonnets.*

She looked stunned as she whispered, "Yet sometimes there is little comfort to be found in silence..."

He stared at her, nodded and then nervously breathed in and out loudly before kneeling in front of her. Her eyes widened. He bowed his head and closed his eyes for a second before looking up into her eyes and saying, "You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings for me are what they were in the spring, please tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever."

Elizabeth could hardly find breath to speak at first, but finally said, "Oh, my feelings!" Her voice shook and she blinked away tears as she continued, "My feelings are quite the opposite of what they once were."

He took her hand in his, kissed it ardently and said, "Will you marry me?"

She laughed giddily and said, "Yes! Indeed, yes!" Her breathing calmed some as she said, "But how can this be? I thought you were lost to me."

He shook his head, looking amazed, and said, "Never." He kissed her hand again. Free from all distraction save her own emotion, Elizabeth saw that the smile on his face suited him very well. They realized simultaneously that they were alone in rare fashion and that all barriers of misunderstanding between them had fallen. He reached up and tenderly stroked her cheek and, after gaining her acquiescence in an exchange of delighted looks, placed a loving kiss there. Elizabeth felt a joyous embarrassment now, along with a warm tingling at his touch. He asked, "When may I speak with your father?" Elizabeth's smile faded a bit. He asked, "Will he object to our engagement?"

Elizabeth shook her head slowly and said, "No. But I fear that he will be surprised by my turn of mind. I was inexcusably frank in unreasonable dislike of you when we first me, but have said little of you to my family as my opinion has changed." She frowned, "I do not like the anxiety he will feel on my behalf and the way he may express it to you."

Darcy smiled and kissed her hand. He assured her, "We will assuage his doubts. Besides, your father is an acute observer. He may have already noted some of the turn of your opinion. He possesses the advantage of detachment from the situation, after all."

Elizabeth smiled hopefully and nodded. She said, "I like to hear you speak of him with such respect."

Darcy bowed his head and said, "I deeply regret the lack of respect I showed all of your family in previous conversation."

She laughed and said, "Even my mother?!" in a teasing tone.

Darcy blushed and said, "Well, she showed herself more clever than I would have guessed when she recognized my role in your sister's marriage."

Elizabeth's look changed from mirth to seriousness as she asked, "Are you certain you can bear to be so nearly connected with Mr. Wickham?"

Darcy sighed slightly and assured her, "While it is not my object to connect myself in any way to him, even my dislike of him pales in comparison with my love for you." He saw tears at the corners of Elizabeth's eyes. His height allowed him to easily lean in and tenderly kiss her tears away. After a long moment, Darcy saw Elizabeth's. expression change and gratefully recognized passion for him in her gaze.

Finally, they kissed. Darcy felt Elizabeth trembling as their lips met and then realized that he, too, trembled with joy. He kissed her again and again and then felt her kissing him. She ran one caressing hand over his shoulder and to the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her sweet warmth nearly overwhelmed his senses as he came to know just how much she wanted and loved him. He pulled back and ran a finger softly along her cheek as he looked into her eyes. Elizabeth whispered, "I love you."

He pulled her close against him and finally folded his arms around her, murmuring, "And I love you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth."

*While we all seek the happiness of Darcy and Elizabeth together, their well-deserved felicity is more sweet than humorous. So, I am done with the odd comments. On with the happy ending!*

For the first time, Darcy eagerly anticipated the evening of a ball. He was dressed and ready early; pacing his chambers restively nearly an hour before the guests were to arrive. He did not wish to put himself in the way of Miss Bingley. Now that she was not hostess she would not have nearly enough to keep her busy. So, Darcy took a circuitous route through the house, avoiding passages where he would expect to meet others and went out a small doorway to the torch-lit gardens. Even the slightly impertinent amusement of a servant observing his stealth did not lessen his sense of well-being.

He breathed in the balmy summer air and the fragrance of the new blooms as day began to cool into night. Darcy admired the roses. There were many varietals in a fantasy of assorted colors; some brilliant red, others pink, some yellow and some blends. A dusky pink tipped with dark red he'd seen during a previous stroll was the one he sought now. It reminded him of the dress Elizabeth had worn at Lord Monroe's ball. As he contemplated the flower he thought of how it also reminded him of the lady herself; sweetly lovely and invoking thoughts of passion. Gently, Darcy plucked a single flower and held it carefully by a stem as he continued to walk for some moments and then returned to the house.

Miss Bingley sneered, "Well, I suppose all is as ready as it ought to be for such company as this neighborhood can boast. Thankfully these people will not know it if the lighting is poorly placed and the flowers sparsely done." Darcy followed Miss Bingley's gaze. He saw that Jane had made changes, to his thinking- improvement, from the way Miss Bingley had arranged things in the past. He'd suffered wax drippings from Miss Bingley's candle placement and her flower arrangements were ever as overdone as her dress and attitudes. He did not reply to Miss Bingley, but smiled encouragingly to Jane. She smiled back, confident and unruffled. He was glad to see that she was already learning when to ignore her sister in law. Darcy noted that Miss Bingley had seen the flower he carried.

Hoping to divert her attention, Darcy said, "I think that the arrangements will be pleasing to the company, Miss Bingley. Your new sister's good taste and judgment is in evidence." He was in such good spirits that not even Miss Bingley's vapid comments could remove the smile from his face. He saw that his good humor actually disconcerted the lady and was more amused. He wished her a fine evening and moved to speak to her brother and Mrs. Bingley before the first guests could claim their attention.

Bingley was doing a poor job of hiding his nervousness. He'd heard his sister and was calling on servants to add and rearrange candles. Mrs. Bingley was patiently trying to calm her husband and let him see how confident she was. Darcy spoke loudly, "Mrs. Bingley, I congratulate you. You are perfectly ready to hostess a very successful event. I believe you have seen to every comfort your guests could desire." He bowed to her.

Jane smiled, "Thank you. I have had much assistance. I do hope people will enjoy a pleasant evening."

Darcy spoke more quietly, "Charles, relax and enjoy. Your wife has seen to all of the details and with her superior knowledge of the people of the neighborhood I am sure you have nothing to fear. They are ready to be pleased and you are ready to please them."

Bingley's shoulders relaxed slightly. He turned to his wife and said, "I apologize, dearest. You have seen to everything, so the evening shall be a success." He kissed her hand. Then, good humor restored, he turned to Darcy. "And you, sir! Shall we see you dance or merely stand by in a stupid fashion?" he chuckled.

Darcy smiled ironically, but spoke with happy determination, "You shall see me dance, friend." Anticipating seeing Elizabeth he added, "I cannot think of a more pleasant way to spend an evening." Bingley laughed at him. Jane looked at him with friendly curiosity.

Then Jane said, "Ah! Here is my family. I know Mama is eager to help us greet people." She glanced at her husband in a mildly anxious fashion. Bingley's smile was slightly strained. Darcy looked at his friend, wondering how long he and his wife would stay so near to Longbourn. He saw from the look on Bingley's face that it was a question he considered already, too. Jane stepped forward and hugged her mother and accepted a kiss from her father. Elizabeth walked just behind her parents. Darcy saw that she wore the lovely gown she'd worn to the ball in town, but had added burgundy colored ribbons to her hair. He'd rarely seen her look so beautiful. Her smile was luminous when she saw him. He stared, grateful for once to Mrs. Bennet for taking so long to express herself. It allowed him needed time to recover from the way the sight of his beloved affected him.

Darcy stepped back to allow the family greetings to take place, but as soon as Mrs. Bennet saw him he bowed to her and said, "Mrs. Bennet, Mrs. Bingley was just saying how much you have helped her prepare for this evening. Congratulations on your efforts."

Mrs. Bennet was too much in awe of Darcy to offer much reply other than a sincerely happy look; but her husband laughingly said, "Such frippery is a fine way to keep her from Longbourn. So, I must add my approval as well."

Darcy saw Elizabeth look at her father with apparent dismay and he saw Mrs. Bennet turn to reply. So, he interrupted what could not bring any of them joy, saying, "We must be thankful for the attentiveness of the ladies to such details as it enables us to enjoy good society and the joy of wonderful people such as our hosts." Mrs. Bennet looked mollified and Mr. Bennet only shrugged indifferently, while Elizabeth looked relieved. Mrs. Bennet then moved to speak to Miss Bingley and the Hursts, pulling Mr. Bennet with her. Elizabeth took a few deliberate and measured steps towards Darcy. He was full of joy knowing she was to be his.

Darcy bowed reverently and allowed himself the great pleasure of looking into Elizabeth's eyes. As the blush crept into her cheeks he was reminded of the flower he still held in his fingers. He cleared his throat and, in the manner of one unused to speaking so, said quietly, "Good evening, Miss Bennet. I was walking in the gardens. I saw this and it put me in mind of you." He held out the rose to her. Her younger sisters moved up behind her and he saw Kitty Bennet's look of astonishment as he handed Elizabeth the rose. Elizabeth demurely thanked him, looking down at the flower. He was amazed and grateful to see her tremble and to know that it was from affection for him, to know that he brought her happiness.

After a slight pause he carried through his resolution and asked, "Miss Bennet, if you are not..." He stopped, realizing that the usual words would only embarrass them both. Her look was one of amused awkwardness as he paused. He continued quickly, "Would you do me the honor of dancing the first two with me?" She gave him a look of tender pleasure he'd seen often imitated, but never sincerely expressed as she nodded her assent.

Again looking down at the rose he'd given her, Elizabeth replied softly, "I would like that very much." Then, conscious of her sisters' nearness, she curtsied to Darcy and moved away, looking back at him. Miss Bingley only nodded to Elizabeth, apparently choked with astonishment as she jealously studied the rose Elizabeth clasped. It clashed markedly with the amber silk of Miss Bingley's gown.

Darcy stepped away from the greeting area as other people began to arrive. He was exultant. He would dance and talk with her as much as propriety would allow and planned before the end of their first set to engage a place by her at the supper. He struggled to think of what he could say to assure her of his faithfulness and joy in her. The warmth of her looks to him stayed in his thoughts. He made a point of speaking pleasantly to people as they came near him and found that his efforts were met happily and that such effort even further improved his mood. He almost laughed aloud as he realized his state of mind seemed more that of his friend Bingley than any he'd ever known before. And when he saw Elizabeth nearby, still holding the rose he'd given her, he was nearly as happy as he'd ever been.

He was so jovial as to even be civil to Mr. Collins when that man came to pay his respects and assure Darcy that Lady Catherine did well. A few moments later he saw the clergyman again in his way. Darcy's good humor did lessen when he saw the man pointedly turn his back to Elizabeth. Darcy knew this bothered her little; but when he saw Mr. Collins take his wife by the elbow and begin to lead her away as well, he saw a slight frown crease Elizabeth's brow before she studiously adopted an uninjured expression that almost reminded him of the night they'd first met. Unable to bear this pointed rudeness, especially given its undoubted origins; Darcy stepped deliberately in Mr. Collins' way and said, "Mr. Collins!" He was not surprised to see Mr. Collins start and scurry to him immediately. Darcy smiled slightly to Elizabeth and said, "Please pardon me, Mr. Collins. I only wanted to ask you again about my Aunt's health, but I would not prevent you from properly greeting your cousin, Miss Bennet." He looked the little clergyman full in the face with an expectant air. Elizabeth looked utterly amused and more than a little pleased.

Mr. Collins' panic was nearly palpable. He looked pale and utterly at a loss as he stuttered. Mrs. Collins smiled sincerely and said, "We must not disappoint Mr. Darcy, Mr. Collins. He is correct that we have not greeted your cousin yet. After that you must answer his inquiry." She turned and led her husband back to his cousin and continued, "Elizabeth! It is a pleasure to see you." Mrs. Collins moved eagerly forward and took Elizabeth's hands in her own. The two former friends smiled at one another and Mrs. Collins had tears in her eyes. Mr. Collins looked agonized lest his wife's affection to Elizabeth be noticed. Only after the clergyman had finally, reluctantly, greeted Elizabeth himself did Darcy again speak to him, giving the ladies time to visit. As he bore Mr. Collins' obsequious attentions and assurances, Darcy glanced at Elizabeth. Her smile was thanks enough even for the trial of listening to his present companion.

Hardly soon enough for Darcy, whose patience was being tried on more than one level, the orchestra was ready for the dancers to begin. He bowed abruptly to Mr. Collins and approached Elizabeth. As he led her away from Mrs. Collins he saw that lady's husband looking very agitated. Elizabeth saw as well. She said saucily, "Mr. Collins does not seem pleased by your choice of partner, Mr. Darcy." She reverenced to him as they began their dance.

Darcy returned her bow, laughed and replied, "While I have endeavored to improve in civility, I fear his approbation signifies nothing to me, Miss Bennet. I am well pleased." His look was full of admiration, plain for any observer to see.

She colored happily and replied, "You are very gallant tonight, Mr. Darcy, nearly courtly."

He was silent for a moment and finally replied in low tones as they approached one another again, "You deserve to be courted." He looked at her seriously. She was silent for some time, but smiled. Finally he said, "I am glad of the chance to dance with you again, Miss Bennet. I heartily regretted my foolish ‘politeness' in not holding you to your word the night of Lord Monroe's ball. As ever, I wished to dance with you. I only feared you would not like to dance with me then."

Elizabeth quickly replied, "I am very happy to be your partner, Mr. Darcy. I did not expect... I did not think you wished to dance with me." She paused and avoided his gaze as she continued, "I saw you dancing with Miss Ardmore that night. You seemed happy then."

Darcy saw that Bingley heard Elizabeth's words as he passed her in the dance. Darcy did not mind if his friend eavesdropped. It was of no concern. He spoke with candor, "I was, in fact, miserable." Bingley's smile broadened approvingly and he nodded encouragement.

Elizabeth said hurriedly, "I had heard, in point of fact, that you were very happy with that lady even off the dance floor. You did seem to look at her often." She looked distressed as she remembered, he thought. She added in a rush, "And she seemed very much at home at your town house." He looked a bit puzzled at this as he hardly remembered that lady's visit.

Darcy whirled about and said, "I did look at her." He saw Elizabeth blanch, so he continued quickly, "I realized that any prettiness I saw in her was merely a shadow of your beauty, that I was unfairly comparing her to you. I had tried not to dwell on the fact that any other woman could only ever be such a shadow." Elizabeth looked astonished. Finally he said, "Bingley did infer that you had heard rumors that I might court another, and that your reaction was one that would please me. His information taught me to hope." Their hands met. They stopped and faced one another. For just a moment longer than was appropriate they stayed standing, facing each other and holding hands. Darcy led Elizabeth back to their place in the dance.

Elizabeth nodded her head and said archly, "Remind me to tell you of Mr. Bingley's experience trying to learn the waltz. I had promised my discretion in the matter, but gave it in exchange for his discretion regarding my secrets."

Darcy laughed and said, "If you choose to blame him that is your prerogative. I am disposed to have a very good opinion of him, however." She smiled.

His smile was broad now. He said, "My opinion of you has also continued to improve, both in respect and in hopes of mutual regard. I cannot set passion aside. May I say that you look exquisite?" Again she looked at him with tremulous tenderness. "I know it is not ‘form' for me to speak so, but it is true. I have decided that I shall be completely honest with you as well as myself." He looked at her with the utmost regard, freely expressing his admiration. From the corner of his eye he saw Mrs. Bennet staring at them, her mouth hanging open.

Elizabeth smiled. "Thank you." She shivered under the intensity of his gaze. Her look warmed him.

He said, "I determined that as much as I once dreaded this event I would enjoy it now. One necessary step in that plan is to ask if I may accompany you to the supper. May I, please?"

Elizabeth smiled, "I would not impede any pleasure of yours, Mr. Darcy. I would like that very much." She struggled to regain her equilibrium and usual humor. It was difficult, given her preoccupation with his attentions to her.

His smile dazzled her. He said, "Now we may comment on the number of dancers, the size of the room and other topics according to your usual rule for talking during the dance, if you like." She was surprised to be teased by him.

She replied, "What of books? Is that not your preferred topic of conversation?"

He answered playfully, "My head is certainly full of too many other things to spare a thought to books tonight." She smiled. When the dance then allowed the gentlemen the choice of taking their lady by the hand or by the waist, Darcy chose to move closer to Elizabeth. His head fairly whirled from the feel of her almost within his embrace. He could see that she was equally affected. For several bars after this neither of them was able to offer further conversation.

Sir William interrupted to compliment them on their dancing. Darcy felt the strain of politeness chafing against his desire to talk only to Elizabeth. Happily, with unerring judgment where such matters were concerned, Mrs. Bennet stepped up to Sir William and called his attention away. The look of gratitude Darcy bestowed on Mrs. Bennet in that moment justified every sensation she'd ever had on behalf of seeing her daughters well settled. She shot Elizabeth a look of warning and was relieved to see Elizabeth smile at her merrily.

Elizabeth tried to make light of this, saying, "Mama is as useful in taking away unwanted interruption as your monster banishment charm is with creatures of the night."

Darcy asked, "May I hope that Miss Gardiner has successfully banished her monsters, then?"

Elizabeth nodded and said, "She tells me you are her hero." Darcy smiled slightly. Elizabeth looked at him with a mixture of coquetry and shyness as she continued, "I have allowed that she has very good taste in heroes." Darcy showed surprised pleasure.

The first song ended. Darcy and Elizabeth reverenced to each other and became each lost in the gaze of the other. Neither could be easy as they were both in that delightful state of agitation of new courtship that is as fondly remembered later as it is deplored at the time. Darcy, having had more time to consider their mutual happiness as possible, was able to speak again sooner than Elizabeth.

"Please forgive me anything I did to cause you to believe I could favor another," he said in a low and serious tone.

She nodded and said, "I only hope that you forgive the many ways in which I misunderstood you. I told you once that I attempted to sketch your personality and was warned that my performance might not do either of us credit. You were correct." He could see that she was vexed with herself and ashamed.

He replied, "My behavior to you when we first met merited reproof. Though some of your accusations of me were formed on mistaken premises you did nothing for which to reprove yourself. I, on the other hand, cannot be so easy as I recall my conduct, my manner, or my expressions. Indeed I cannot think of my former behavior to you without repugnance. Your reproof to my failings was well applied and most strongly felt."

Elizabeth said, "I had no idea of my words being taken so."

He turned back to face her as she began the next step. "I can well believe it. You thought me void of proper feeling, thought and all merit." Elizabeth looked astonished. He continued, "When you learned the truth of my history with Mr. Wickham," he grimaced in distaste on saying the name, "did you soon begin to credit my information? Did my words affect your opinion of me or was it something else?"

Elizabeth gently squeezed his fingers when their hands next touched. "Your words and actions showed me the truth of your good character. I began to suspect that all was not as I'd been told when I saw the delight Mr. Wickham took in provoking your ire at the Assembly." Darcy nodded with a stony expression on his face. Elizabeth continued tentatively, making certain not to be overheard, "And when he and the others happened upon us outside of Longbourn that awful day I saw that he could exult in the disappointment of one he'd called friend. Indeed, your letter was welcome confirmation of my suspicions. It helped me to understand the truth. I appreciated the honor you did me in trusting me with such confidences."

Quietly, he said, "I trust you implicitly." She smiled. The song came to an end. Reluctantly, Darcy led Elizabeth from the floor. He saw a young man approaching to ask for her to dance the next. Darcy watched them go, impatient for a proper interval to pass so he could dance and talk with her again. Finally, he recollected himself enough to realize that simply standing about watching her dance with others would be lesser behavior than she expected of him. He looked around the room. Miss Bingley was looking at him, obvious in her desire to be his next partner. But he chose to move in a different direction, much to the surprise of the entire company. He asked Miss Mary Bennet to take the floor with him. He saw Miss Bingley regarding him with a look of horror. Mrs. Bennet was so surprised that she had to sit down and fan herself.

Mary's astonishment was extreme. She did not know that he had seen her foot tapping impatiently or the way she looked yearningly at the company in which she'd never quite been included. She could not find words to reply, but nodded eagerly. He led her ably, helping her to find her footing and lending her efforts a modicum of grace. She still could not speak, but gave him a smile, the likes of which no one had ever seen from her before. As they passed Elizabeth in the dance, Mary was radiant. Darcy saw Elizabeth smile tenderly at her younger sister and reward him with a look of open affection. He realized that somehow he had learned from Elizabeth how he ought to treat others and that behaving in such a way was rewarding. Indeed, for the first time he had a slight understanding of the bonhomie that so characterized Bingley. He offered a compliment to his partner on her dancing and encouraged her to apply herself to the pursuit more. While one dance set had not changed Mary Bennet to a beauty, it had added pleasing pink to her cheeks and a bit of joy to her sense of self.

After this set, it was time for a country dance. He decided to ask Miss Bingley to share this dance. He hoped that he might then consider his obligation to her complete. He considered their acquaintance and much of the time they'd spent together a trial, but for Bingley's sake he would make full effort to show Miss Bingley respect. After they danced he asked if he might bring her refreshment. She agreed, full of pleasure at his gesture and rather loudly expressing her thanks for others to hear. He noted dispassionately that she could be somewhat handsome when well pleased. When he returned to her she said, "Mr. Darcy, I thank you. I thank you for both the refreshment of food and drink and for that of good company, a rare quantity in Hertfordshire." She sniffed and looked about her with disdain.

Darcy took a sip of his drink and said, "I find that the country air appeals to me, Miss Bingley, with all due respect." His eyes followed Elizabeth as she moved to speak with some friends.

Miss Bingley's brows shot up. "I am all astonishment! ‘Tis nothing to Pemberley, a truly fine estate, and of course your magnificent abode in town."

Darcy spoke with candor. "While I am grateful for all I have, I do not enjoy the machinations of the ton, Miss Bingley. I believe you know me well enough to understand that aspect of my character."

Miss Bingley replied carefully, "You are a man of good sense, Mr. Darcy. I admit that some among the ton lack that. But they more than amply amend for their lack with education, fashion, variety of entertainment and the air of sophistication that one wants." She waved her hand airily as she waxed rhapsodic.

Darcy smiled. "It is the best environment for you, madam. I have no doubt." He looked around them appraisingly. "While you could certainly choose to lead Hertfordshire society in fashion, style and sophistication I understand that you are more content in London. Happily your brother now has a wife as his hostess and you may choose where you spend your time."

Following Darcy's lead, Miss Bingley moved with him to the edge of the room where they were almost hidden from some of the company. Miss Bingley looked at him steadily and breathed, "I am at leisure to please myself and my dearest friends, sir." Her air of flirtation evoked a sense of pity from him.

He said, "I am happy for you, Miss Bingley." He leaned in closer to her and spoke more softly. "I hope you will be pleased for me." He cleared his throat and said, "I have asked Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be my wife and have been accepted by her. I spoke with her father just this day." He had managed to position himself so that her face would not be visible to others, so only he saw her look of horror. Again he cleared his throat. "Miss Bingley, I am glad for your friendship." She turned away. He continued, "Please do not go far. I do not want for either of us to be exposed in any way to prying eyes." She stood stiffly before him. He said, "Mr. Bennet will announce the engagement at supper. In honor of our long acquaintance I wished to tell you before the announcement."

She closed her eyes, turned away and said, "I wish you happiness, sir. Now I must admit to some fatigue from the dance we have just shared and beg you allow me to leave you." When she opened her eyes again they were full of disappointment.

Darcy replied quietly, "Thank you for your good wishes."

She hurried from the room. Darcy finished his drink and sighed. He felt rather than saw Bingley at first. Bingley asked, "Whatever transpired between you and Caroline?"

Darcy said evenly, "I told her of my engagement to Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Bingley gasped, "Engaged! Congratulations! I did not know you had been able to talk with her in privacy. That is wonderful!" Then he anxiously looked towards the door through which his sister had fled. "I do not suppose Caroline thought it wonderful."

Darcy said, "I respect both of you too much to allow her to hear news that might bring distress to her before company."

Bingley thanked him and went to find his sister. She returned shortly and laughed and talked with many people. She was determined that on this night she would be noticed as one untouched, a leader in fashion and sophistication for the neighborhood. And the wish to continue being received at Pemberley was already working on her as well.

Mr. Bennet announced the engagement of his second daughter to Mr. Darcy during the supper, noting that a proposal had been made AND accepted. His wry acknowledgement of the disbelief this announcement might occasion evoked laughter and applause. Full of delight, Mr. Darcy was able to bear the attention and teasing with fortitude. Happily, joy overwhelmed Mrs. Bennet to the point of silence and the Bingleys were accorded the privilege of speaking of the family's happiness about the impending nuptials.

Charles Bingley called for a toast, "To Elizabeth Bennet, soon to be Darcy, and my dear friend Fitzwilliam Darcy. May they build a happy life together on the foundation of honesty and hope on which their love is made!"

The End