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Chapter 1 – Irish Eyes are smiling

Posted on Monday, 31 October 2005

Elizabeth stood standing at the Dublin dock with her employer’s servant beside her, it was a cold dull day but she did not feel it as the excitement of returning home to England for her sisters pending marriage was forefront in her mind.

A lot had happened over the last eighteen months, their father had died after a short illness and an unknown cousin had almost immediately taken Longbourn away from them. His intention was to marry one of the sisters and when it turned out to be her as his first choice she had refused him to the outright distress of her mother. But even in her family’s dire need she could not bring herself to marry one of the stupidest men in all of England. Instead he had taken her best friend Charlotte as his wife and all sense of normality seemed lost to her. But time had a way of healing and she now looked forward to happier times, and a favourable reunion with her family

The ship was almost ready for embarking and she was looking forward to the short journey across the Irish Sea and her immediate thought was of the reunion with her sister Jane and her Aunt and Uncle Gardener whom were going to meet her in the Port at Liverpool. She had missed her sister dearly but the constant letters she received warmed her heart and kept her in good spirits during her self-imposed exile in Ireland.

Elizabeth noticed some movement from the Inn across the road as a gentleman and his servants were organizing several large pieces of luggage and what looked like a new Pianoforte. It was well wrapped up but it was obvious from the shape what it was. She watched with a keen eye as the gentleman took great interest in not only the welfare of his prized possessions but of the servants while they were doing the back braking work of loading it on the ship

The whole effort of getting this pianoforte took over an hour and Elizabeth was pleased to see it safely on board as she was having images of it dropping into the sea between the dock and the ship. She also noticed that the owner did not once leave the piano’s side until it was safely strapped down on the deck. He was a handsome man, very tall with striking dark eyes and brown curly hair much like her own unruly hair. She noticed with great interest that every time the piano had tilted or wobbled he would run his hands thought his hair, and she guessed it was his way of releasing stress.

She herself only had one small trunk and the servant who had accompanied her safely to the ship had taking to sitting on it with a board expression on his face. The only part of her journey that she would be alone was the sea crossing, her employer a Sir Walter Mayo was concerned about her journeying alone, but he knew the captain well and had arranged with him to keep an eye out for this lovely young spirited governess.

Chapter 2 – When Irish Eyes are Watching

Darcy had watched the Pianoforte being loaded onto the Ship, his heart had lurched several times as it was being taken up the gangway, it was to be a gift to his sister for her eighteenth birthday. She had suffered badly over the last couple of years and he wanted this gift to lift her spirits. He had hired a few extra hands to help with the loading but was only happy when the piano was strapped down on deck.

He had been in Ireland for almost a month on business, his farming and crops interests were doing well, but it was time to sell his lands for he predicted that the upsurge at the moment was to be short lived and that in due time the market rates would drop for potato crops. He had other business interests in a new invention using steam to run powerful types of equipment. Darcy was also looking forward to returning home to his beloved Georgiana and Pemberley.

He had noticed a young lady watching his men loading the pianoforte onto the ship and thought to himself that the Irish had a knack of producing extremely lovely looking ladies. But he thought no more of her as he entered the ship and looked at the room which he was to occupy while on board. Even though the journey was short he would use this time to catch up with correspondence to associates and family to tell them of his arrival back to England, and had given the Captain strict instructions not to be disturbed during the voyage.

Chapter 3 – Storm Clouds

It was a short time after the ship had set sail when there was a knock at the door, the captain entered along with a shipmate carrying a tray of tea and a light meal for Darcy. “Mr Darcy sir, ‘tis the meal you ordered” drawled the Captain in a good humoured accent.

“Thank you, you can place it on the table over there,”

“Very good sir.” After a short pause the captain continued, “Sir may I ask you a question? I know you do not wish to be disturbed but I have a request to make.”

“Continue” Darcy said, he liked the Captain who seemed to be well mannered, unlike the Captain on the ship he had journeyed to Ireland on.

“There is a young lady on board who is traveling alone, she is sitting in the common room alone as you and her are the only two passengers on board today, I fear she is may get some unwanted attention from some of my crew, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to allow her to have tea with you. I am familiar with the young lass, she is a governess of a gentleman who lives down south, and can I have the liberty of commenting on her very fine eyes.” He smiled knowingly at Darcy

Darcy thought for a moment he was very tired and still had a lot of work to do, not to mention the fact that he had fort off several young Irish ladies whom wanted a rich English husband. “Sorry Captain I am very busy and have not the time to entertain young governess’ who see fit to travel alone. I would suggest you keep your men away from her, a few hours of restrained behaviour will no doubt do them good.”

The captain was grieved by his reply but not completely surprised, Mr Darcy seemed to be a quiet gentleman that preferred his own company instead of enjoying a pretty face and a fine set of eyes. The captain left however shaking his head to himself.

Unknown to both gentlemen, Elizabeth had heard the conversation through the ships walls. She was embarrassed at first but then thought better of it as she did not want to meet someone that came across as very arrogant and stuffy, even if he was very handsome.

Elizabeth decided to use her time wisely and looked out the window to enjoy the view. After a while she closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber soon after however a sense of rapid movement revived her, and when she looked out of the porthole she could see that the sky had darkened considerably and that the waves were crashing against the hull at an alarming rate.

“Do not worry miss.” The Captain said behind her, “The whether has taken a turn for the worst but we will take shelter in a bay nearby until the worst in over.”

Elizabeth startled at this news, “How long do you think that will take?” she asked, she did not like the idea of having to stay on this ship overnight, especially with a ship full of men.

The captain sensing her distress eased her worries. “Do not worry miss, you can have my cabin until this storm is over, you will be able to lock the door, I assure you, you will be perfectly safe. Besides I promised Sir Walter that I would take care of you, did I not?”

“Yes indeed you did sir, Thank you for your kindness.” Elizabeth said smiling warmly back at him.

Elizabeth settled down in the Captains cabin. She looked out the window and could see the ship was heading for land, as there were mountains rising in the distance. Elizabeth felt like reading but the ship was lurching too violently for her to concentrate and she was now beginning to feel a little unwell. The sky was already dark and as dusk approached everything around her went pitch black, there was a small lantern in her cabin but it was not adequate to do anything productive so she settled down under a salty smelling blanket and closed her eyes again. Her nauseous feeling seemed to ease with her eyes closed.

That was how she was found when the Captain and Mr Darcy walked into her room.

“I can not believe she is asleep” was the first thing Elizabeth heard. She jumped up immediately to find that she was staring straight into Mr Darcy scornful eyes. “I did not hear you knock.” Was all she could think of saying in her defense.

“Sorry my dear,” the captain said “but the ship is in danger and we all must get on deck. You can not take your trunk with you but if you have anything special I would recommend you take it up with you now.”

“Is the ship really in much danger?” She asked as she retrieved her pocketbook and purse.

“Yes I’m afraid so, it is a bad storm alright. It has come into the bay and there is no escaping it, my ship is a good one but it is taking a serious lashing.”

Elizabeth allowed the Captain to escort her up to the deck, it was cold and very windy. Elizabeth noticed that Mr Darcy was standing quiet close to her and that he held a small bag. They were both holding onto a post for support but because Elizabeth was not wearing her good shoes she found she had no grip on the slippery deck and Mr Darcy was constantly holding onto her to prevent her from falling.

She watched in horror as she realized that the ships crewmen were getting a small boat off its mount and was getting it ready to lower into the sea. She turned to Mr Darcy to express her distress.

Darcy taking pity on Elizabeth looked at her closely and realized for the first time it was the lady that he thought petty at the docks. He had been asked by the captain to help her while he organized his crew. In fact he had been happy to help, as he was feeling a little guilty about not allowing her the sanctuary in his quarters a few hours earlier. He noticed that she was having trouble standing on the deck and instinctively held onto her to prevent her from slipping and hurting herself. He was concerned at the lowering of the smaller boat as well but was not going to mention his concern out loud. But upon seeing her turn to him in despair he needed to reassure her.

“It looks like the Captain is being very cautious with his boat, I’m sure we will not be needing the row boat, he is only getting it ready.” He yelled loudly in order to be heard over the roar of the sea and wind.

One particularly large wave crashed against the ship sending Elizabeth closer into Darcy’s hold, she felt safe in his arms and did not want to let go as long as he was protected her against the wind and rain.

The captain appeared moments later after seeing Elizabeth being thrown about by the fierce weather and directed both Darcy and Elizabeth to sit in the smaller boat, he assured them both that this would be safe, and that they would not be set free from the ship unless absolutely necessary. If the time did come some fellow crewmates would be with them to row the boat safely to shore. Mr Darcy was visibly not happy to be left to baby-sit Miss Bennet but the captain assured him that he was of best use looking after Elizabeth. Even though Elizabeth felt sure that she could look after herself and resented the fact the Mr Darcy had taken offence, she was glad to have his strong comforting arm to help her over the deck rail and into the boat.

The weather was thrashing them about against the ship and through the gusts of wind and the pounding waves Elizabeth could hear the groaning of the ship planks. She was hanging onto the side of the boat for all her life and had never been so terrified.

She was now getting thoroughly drenched and the coldness of the air was more biting than ever. Her coat offered little protection and wished she had brought the salty smelling blanket from the Captain’s cabin.

As if her nightmare was not real enough another wave came crashing into the small boat, this time after both recovered themselves Darcy asked how she was bearing. She thought him foolish for asking such an obvious question. She was not bearing well at all, and she was cold, miserable and completely terrified for her life yet this so called gentleman offered little emotional comfort. If she had been rational she would have thought herself as foolish for this Gentleman could do nothing about the weather except insure that she was safely inside the small boat. On more than one occasion he did hold onto her to insure she stayed in place but Elizabeth felt little gratitude for his help by this stage.

Again another large wave crashed into the side of the boat, but this one was by far the largest and managed to break the supports that was holding the smaller boat in place and with the subsequent waves both Elizabeth and Darcy to their horror found that the boat was now detached from the Ship and drifting away at an alarming rate.

“Miss Bennet hold on. I will try to row us back to the ship.” Yelled Darcy over the noise of the ocean. With that he took hold of the awes and struggled against the waves and the current. It was obvious after ten minutes that no progress was being made, Elizabeth could tell in his face that he knew it was a lost cause but was unwilling to give up.

“Mr Darcy, I fear you are struggling in vain against the weather, we are no closer to the ship and you must be well on the way to exhaustion”

“What else can I do, if I give up rowing we could be thrown onto the rocks.”

Elizabeth turned around to see the rocks that he was talking about and they were very close. For the first time in a while Elizabeth had a coherent thought and picked up another set of awes at her feet, after putting them in there cradle as she had seen Mr Darcy do, she began to row with Mr Darcy, though he was appealing for her to give it up as she could hurt herself she refused to do so and after a few minutes which seemed so much longer she needed to stop and rest.

“Are you alright Miss Bennet?” she heard him ask.

“I have not injured myself if that is your question?” she answered back rather curtly and out of breath. She didn’t mean to be short with him, but she did not like the fact that he was treating her like a child.

“I am glad to hear that, your rowing was helping I must admit. I can see a small area beyond the rocks where we may land, but I need your help.”

Elizabeth warmed slightly to Darcy at that moment but could not convey her feelings as another large wave unceremoniously thrashed into them. After getting her balance on the seat she took the awes once more and did the best she could, finally she could see the small beach that Darcy had seen. Once they got a little closer the current helped and carried them almost all the way in, the wind also seemed to be a little less strong.

They were almost at the shoreline when Darcy stepped out of the boat and dragged it up to the beach as much as he could, the weather was still fierce and the rain and wind not altogether giving up. Elizabeth in a half stand half sitting position found it hard to gain her balance as the bottom of their small boat was not flat and making it very awkward indeed.

“Miss Bennet, allow me” said Darcy.

And without waiting for permission picked Elizabeth up and carried her onto the beach and to the tree line. “Wait here, I want to pull the boat up more, we may be able to use it for shelter.”

“Let me help you.” Elizabeth cried above the wind.

“No please stay here, I would be much happier to know that you are safe and out of the sea, I would not want you swept away by a wave.”

Elizabeth did not have a chance to reply as she watched Mr Darcy stride towards the boat, and watched as he dragged the boat closer and closer to her. Eventually he stopped to rest, he also seemed to be checking out the direction of the wind and rain before dragging it some more. With one swift movement he turned the boat onto its side so that it was leaning against the very tree that Elizabeth was sitting at. The effects of the boat on its side was almost immediate as she realized he had placed it so it protected her from the wind and the driving rain.

Mr Darcy sat heavily next to Elizabeth visibly shattered from his exertions. He was breathing heavily and it took him some time to recover enough to speak to Elizabeth again. “I hope this helps?” he said breathlessly.

“It does, thank you Mr Darcy. Is there anything I can do to help?” Elizabeth asked concerned at his welfare, he was looking very pale and his eyes which she had noticed at the beginning of their ill fated journey that had looked so deep and dark now looked withdrawn and lifeless.

“No I will be fine, I just need a moment to recover my strength.”

Elizabeth decided that there was little else she could do, and did as she was bid and gave him time to recover. It was only about five minutes later when she realized that Mr Darcy was speaking to her again. “Miss Bennet, I can only assume as soon as the storm has moved away then the Captain will come looking for us. We should stay here on the beach until such time, but I fear if we don’t do something more about shelter then we will run the risk of getting very ill, I will try to find something that we may cover ourselves with.”

Darcy waited until he saw Elizabeth nod with approval and disappeared into the low bush land. To his surprise he remembered a conversation that he had with his cousin Richard about survival methods on the battle fields, and after searching for a while he found what he was looking for, a huge growth of nettles and ferns. He had remembered that the right sort of nettle was good for protection and even if necessary eating, but it had to be the correct sort. After gathering as much as he could carry he walked back to where Elizabeth was waiting, it was hard work walking against the wind but finally in the dark he found her.

Elizabeth did not like the feelings she was experiencing when Darcy had left her. She felt alone and vulnerable. It was getting dark but her eyes were slowly getting use to it, and the occasional flash of lightening helped her gather her bearings. Finally she caught sight of Mr Darcy walking back with a huge load of what looked like nettles she hoped it was not the stinging variety.

Chapter 4 – Stinging Nettles

Posted on Thursday, 3 November 2005

Darcy sat down next to Elizabeth pleased that he had succeeded in providing shelter and a little warmth, he was going to say something when he saw a skeptical look on Elizabeth’s face.

“Is something the matter?” he asked a little perturbed.

“Mr Darcy, I hope that is not stinging nettle.” She said as she pointed to the offending plant but not daring to touch it.

“I assure you Miss Bennet that it is not stinging nettle but of the kind that will give us warmth and protection. I also assure you it is perfectly safe.” He repeated as Elizabeth’s skeptical face remained. “To prove to you I will take of my gloves and touch it.”

He noticed with slight pleasure as Elizabeth’s attention was fully on him as he removed his gloves that had been essential in gathering the nettle and then handed a piece over to her.

Elizabeth was satisfied and took hold of the offered fauna but as she held out her arm a sudden pain flashed across her upper arm and she involuntarily flinched. Darcy for the first time noticed her pain. “Are you all right Miss Bennet, have you hurt yourself?”

“I am fine Mr Darcy, I have only a small cut on my arm which happened on the boat when we were being thrown about.”

Darcy cursed himself for allowing her to be injured. “Please let me have a look, I may be able to do something to relieve your pain.”

“I am quite alright sir and I am sure there can be nothing done at present.”

“I’m not convinced, you must allow me to help.” Darcy pleaded.

Elizabeth growing wary and tired could not spear any energy for arguing. She gave in to Darcy’s demands and removed her coat to expose her arm. Darcy immediately saw that her white sleeve was now a dark colour stained by her blood. He gently took her arm and as best as he could in the failing light inspected it, upon finding a relatively clean cut he needed to find something to bandage it up to prevent further bleeding, the only item he could think of was his cravat. It was damp but it was the best he could do for now, and quickly went to the business of removing it from his neck “Do not be alarmed Miss Bennet I intend on using my cravat as a bandage.”

Elizabeth watched as Darcy untied his cravat, her face must have shown her alarm as he started but he had reassured her just as she was going to ask what he was doing. Darcy carefully picked up Elizabeth’s injured arm and bandaged it firmly. As he was checking his work he was struck by the coldness of Elizabeth’s hand which he had briefly held to put her arm in a more comfortable position. “Miss Bennet, you are freezing, let me lay the nettle down and I will find something cover you with.”

As Darcy worked to put the nettle down and position Elizabeth on it he was thinking uncomfortably of a remark again made by his cousin. When Richard was stuck in the middle of a French winter and on a battle field, the army officers and their men would position themselves close to each other in order to preserve their body heat. Darcy himself was a little cold but with all the hard work he had done since gaining the shore had kept himself in a warmer state. Darcy still had his great coat on and it was still partially dry inside. He couldn’t help but notice that Elizabeth was soaked all the way through, and came to a conclusion that this was in Elizabeth’s best interest.

“Miss Bennet, I want to suggest something to you regarding our current position, and how I may be able to best help, but please do not be offended I want only have your best interests at heart.”

Elizabeth was surprised by his obvious look of apprehension, but begged him to continue, she had no inkling as to what he was about to say but knew something had to be done about her present state. “Please sir, continue.” She responded

“I can help you keep warm but it would involve a slight, well big impropriety.. You see…” annoyed at his own lack of composure Darcy started again. “It would involve us lying very close together, maybe I could even put my arms around you and… we could use my coat as a blanket as it is still quite dry inside…” after another pause he continued again, “would you allow me to be of service to you and keep you from freezing.”

Elizabeth thought that she must be delirious to allow a man to lie with her under his coat, but what was more surprising was that she heard herself agree and move over slightly to allow Darcy room to move. She anxiously waited while he removed his coat, and placed it on top of her. His coat smelt nice even after the sea spray had been pounding on it for the last few hours, it still had the faint sent of Cedar wood that reminded her of her Father. Her heart quickened as she felt Mr Darcy move behind her and put his arms around her just above her waist but being careful not to bump her injured arm.

Elizabeth didn’t know whether to be grateful or cry at the position she now found herself to be in, she could smell the Cedar wood more crisply now and was still shaking slightly from the cold when she heard Darcy speak again. “Miss Bennet, I know that this is an awkward situation, but I fear it must be done to save ourselves from the cold.”

“I agree” said Elizabeth weakly, indeed she was already benefiting from the warmth that Darcy was producing and her shaking subsided. Eventually exhaustion won and both fell asleep in each others arms.

Chapter 5 – Day Break

Elizabeth woke up squinting into the early morning sun, she groaned as she realized that the previous day had not been a bad dream, as well as becoming acutely aware that Mr Darcy was still lying directly behind her. Her arm ached and her left leg was tingly from being slept on but what made her the most uncomfortable was the soft warm breath of Mr Darcy’s playing on her ear. Her body was telling her to stay still and enjoy the warmth of his body and breath, but her mind was screaming at her to move away and keep her composure. She tried moving her tingling leg without disturbing him but as she moved her leg she noted with a little disappointment that Mr Darcy’s breathing changed indicating that he also had woken up.

“Miss Bennet, are you well?” he asked in a sleepy but concerned voice.

“Yes Mr Darcy, I am fine under the circumstances. I just need to stretch my legs” As Elizabeth moved slowly to stand up Darcy quickly got up to assist her. He noticed with some concern that she limped as she walked towards to the shore line, and was about to ask her if she had another injury when he saw her pretty eyes cloud over with shock. He looked in the same direction as she was and saw with horror the sight that the morning had greeted them with.

As far as the eye could see was ship wreckage, there was pieces of planks, rope and cargo everywhere but what caught his eye in which he hoped Elizabeth had not noticed, was the sight of a dead crewman not 30 feet from where they stood. Words failed him as he and Elizabeth stood there for what seemed a life time taking in the devastation around them.

“Oh Mr Darcy, what are we to do now” came Elizabeth’s soft voice “The ship is lost there is little chance of being found today.”

Darcy was about to reply when she continued, “Where do you think the crewman and captain are? They must be close by don’t you think?”

Darcy wasn’t sure if she expected an answer or was just voicing her thoughts out loud. He even wondered if she had remembered he was there at all.

“I think, Miss Bennet, that we should conduct a search for the crew and maybe look for something to eat or drink from the wreckage. I propose that we start in this direction” he said as he pointed deliberately away from the body of the dead crewman.

Elizabeth’s leg had recovered in this time and she began walking in the direction that Darcy had pointed, she could see all sorts of things floating in the water including several barrels of rum. But what was running through her mind was the pianoforte that must now be sitting at the bottom of the ocean.

The same thought too had run through Darcy’s mind but his major concern was how long they would be stuck on this inhospitable coastline for. If he had been alone he would set out to find a village or farm close by, but he knew that this petite governess would not be able to make such a journey. He cast another eye over his charge and noticed that her limp has subsided and she was walking quite freely along the rugged shore. While he watched her Elizabeth bent down to inspect some wreckage and walked away again, Darcy’s mind was struggling to keep his thoughts on their predicament and not on the favourable figure in front of him.

Chapter 6 – Mean while……

Back in Liverpool Mr Gardiner was inquiring again with the port office why the ship carrying his niece had still not arrived. There was only one explanation the clerk could give and that was the ship had taking cover during the storm and would be arriving when the weather cleared. Mrs Gardiner and Jane stood silently near by waiting with heavy hearts as their concern for Elizabeth grew, they gave each other worried looks but choose to say nothing of what they were thinking.

Their thoughts were disturbed by another couple walking into the office. “Charles, of course I should be here, what if Mr Darcy arrives! You know how he is amongst strangers. I want to be here to make him comfortable, why else would I choose to come to Liverpool in the height of the season?”

The gentleman whom the question was aimed at answered softly in response and walked up to the clerk’s desk. After receiving the same answer as Mr Gardiner, he turned back looking worried and concerned. It was then he noticed Jane Bennet look up from where she was sitting with her Aunt and gave her a comforting but shy smile. He was instantly drawn to her beauty but Caroline was asking questions about the ships location and momentarily distracted him.

Mr Gardiner picking up that they were inquiring about the same ship approached Mr Bingley. “Good Day Sir, I hope I do not imposed but I couldn’t help hearing that we are waiting on the same ship. Have you heard any news?”

“No Sir, I have not” replied Bingley “We are all anticipating its speedy arrival I think, do you have business interests with the ship or await the arrival of someone?” He enquired. Bingley had the type of personality in which he treated anyone like a long time acquaintance. Caroline knowing her Brother well rolled her eyes and moved deliberately away.

“I await the arrival of my niece.” Answered Mr Gardiner frowning, he was extremely worried about Elizabeth and his full attention was not on Mr Bingley. “I was planning to stay here until the ship arrives but I fear it may be too stressful on my other niece and wife. I think I will take them back to the Inn and return presently.” He continued.

“I am here with my sister,” replied Bingley brightening a little, may I suggest that we have something to eat first.” He said at the same time looking at his pocket watch. “There is a fine tea room just across the lane and I would be honoured if you all would join us.”

Jane could not hear the entire conversation but watched as the younger Gentleman spoke with her Uncle, she hoped that he might have news. The Gentleman’s wife was standing a small distance away and saw the Lady eyes turn and glare in their direction. At the same time her Uncle was coming over with his new acquaintance. “I would like to introduce my wife Mrs Gardiner and my niece Miss Bennet.” After the introductions were made in which Jane learnt that the lady was Miss Caroline Bingley the sister and not the wife of the Gentleman. Her Uncle continued. “Mr Bingley here has a friend on the same boat as our Lizzy. He has extended us an invitation to join them in some tea at the Lincolnshire Tea Rooms. What do you think my dear?” he said to his wife. “Would you like to join them?” Madeline answered in the affirmative and the group made their way to the Tea Rooms.

Jane reflected later on that day how pleasant Mr Bingley had been, it was obvious he was just as worried about his friend Mr Darcy as she was about Lizzy but he had done his best to keep a cheerful demeanour. Mr Bingley and her Uncle had gone back to the Shipping Office to await the arrival of the ship and Mrs Gardiner and herself had gone back to rest at the Inn. She was pleasantly surprised when her Uncle informed them that Bingley had invited them to dine with him and his sister that evening at their personal apartments.

The next day when Mr Gardiner told them that he would wait again at the Shipping Office, Jane offered to keep him company, which he gladly accepted. Jane on the other hand was having an emotional debate with herself as they walked their way down the street. Yes she was worried about Elizabeth, extremely worried. And even if Mr Bingley was not going to be at the shipping office she would have waited with her Uncle, so why was she feeling so guilty about wanting to be there. The thought of putting her needs first in front of Lizzy’s wellbeing brought a tear to her eye.

“Miss Bennet, are you unwell” Bingley stated with concern. Jane was so caught up in her own inner turmoil she had not noticed Bingley step inside the office. “Oh Mr Bingley, thank you I am fine” she replied shyly.

“Miss Bennet, I beg to disagree, the distress for your sister must be very overwhelming.”

“Thank you. You are very kind. I worry deeply for Elizabeth but I will try to keep my spirits high.” Jane said, her voice broke a little but the tear kept on her eyelash.

Mr Bingley took Jane’s hand, and held it tight. “I fear this is too much waiting here like this.” He said waving his other hand around to indicate their surroundings. “There is not much air in here and it is very stuffy. Maybe you would care for a walk along the breakwater for some fresh air. You may benefit from it.” He encouraged.

Before Jane had time to answer Mr Gardiner declared the scheme to be an excellent one and invited himself to join them. He had been watching the young couple with great interest since the night before, and thought the Gentleman was fast gaining the affections of his niece. While he was pleased that an opportunity had arrived for Jane, the timing could not have been worse but still he would do his best to look after Jane as well as his missing niece.

The group walked mostly in silence and Jane did benefit from the fresh air, Mr Bingley had offered her his arm that she had accepted while her Uncle walked slightly behind them. They all heard the pounding of running feet behind them and turned around to see a young boy heading their way.

“Sir,” said the boy puffing slightly. “Mr Green, the shipping clerk has heard news and requires you back immediately.” The Gentleman gave each other a worried look, good news could be told straight away, while someone senior always gave bad news. They rushed back to the office as quickly as possible.

Jane sat down hard on the bench in the Shipping Office. “Lost in a storm” she had heard, “Not much hope” rang through her mind. Tears welled up and spilled out, this time she did not bother to dry them. “Miss Bennet, not all hope is lost, they may have survived. Mr Darcy is a strong man and would do everything in his power to ensure everyone’s safety.

Jane was not convinced and was sure her sister was lost to her forever. Her thoughts were so unbearable that she just wanted to run away and believe it not true. Mr Gardiner also seeing Jane’s distress asked the shipping clerk to order a carriage to take her back to the Inn while he stayed on trying to gather more information and to see if a search party could be organized. And so it was that Jane found herself being lifted from the floor from where she had fainted into an awaiting carriage by her very own Mr Bingley.

Chapter 7 – A Storm of Emotions.

As Elizabeth and Darcy walked up the beach, they found a few items that would help construct a better shelter, a heavy canvas for starters and a few more barrels of rum, but no food had been found and Elizabeth was beginning to feel the effects of hunger

To Darcy’s relief no further evidence of crewmen appeared before them, he also felt concern over the lack of food but his mind was focused on more favourable thoughts such as the very pleasant, and fine company he was currently in. His experiences in Ireland had giving him much thought on the behaviour of young ladies and their exasperating mothers but Miss Bennet was different somehow. He chastised himself for letting his mind wonder and forced himself to keep to the task in hand and started looking for food again. Anyway he argued with himself she was only a governess and he could not lower his expectations that level.

“Damn” he thought as his mind wondered yet again, “can I not concentrate on matters of import for a single second?” This governess had somehow bewitched him.

Elizabeth was not thinking about her companion but was unconsciously comforted by his presence and support. She began to think of her sister and hoped that the bad news had not reached Jane yet, but as she walked, weakness washed over her and she indicated her need to sit down. To her surprise, Mr Darcy looked somewhat annoyed at her request and he walked on leaving her sitting on a large piece of driftwood alone. She watched him walk away for a while and then looked out to sea once again contemplating her sister’s emotions.

Darcy after regaining his thoughts to one of protector and provider and not of a romantic nature had come back to find Elizabeth was still sitting on the driftwood. He had not found any food, and his concerns deepened. His frame of mind was not the best when Elizabeth asked him if he had found any food or whether any game could be caught from the flock of birds near by.

“And how do you propose me to do that?” He demanded. “Do you see a gun or a spear?” He instantly regretting his tone, but did nothing to apologize for it. Who did she think he was, Cocidious the Celtic Hunting god.

Elizabeth was surprised by his outburst and no longer in the mood for being civil, sharply retorted. “You could scare the bird to death, that would work.” She half muttered.

“If you are going to make cutting remarks, it is more polite to say them out of ones hearing.” He shot back.

“But I thought disguise of every sort is your abhorrence, Sir” she demanded as she hopped up and stormed off. How dare he yell at her! She was only trying to help, she thought, and became very close to tears.

Elizabeth had initially been heading back to their makeshift shelter but thought better of going back to something he had constructed. She thought she could do just fine on her own and would leave that proud, arrogant man to his own devices. She stomped past the upturned boat and trundled down the beach. She had only taken a few steps further when she heard Mr Darcy call after her. “Good,” she thought, ‘he is going to apologize for being rude.” And kept walking in the same direction without stopping. ‘Make him come to me,’ she thought.

Elizabeth might have walked straight past the dead crewman’s body if she hadn’t stumbled moments before, when she looked down to collect herself, a scream emanated unwillingly from her throat. She had been sheltered from ever seeing death before but the scene in front of her was both gruesome and tragic and it took her breath away.

It didn’t take Darcy long to catch up with Elizabeth and force her to look away, Elizabeth herself was frozen with shock. “Miss Bennet, I am sorry you had to see such a sight.” Darcy said trying to calm her down, he instinctively took her in his arms and held her tight against his chest, he continued to calmly speak into her ear and offer her comfort, Elizabeth did not fight back but let him take her. The wave of emotions bubbled up and tiny sobs escaped from her in. She didn’t know how long they stood there holding each other but Elizabeth slowly became aware that Darcy had gone from antagonist to comforter, and she was beginning to like the feeling.

After a while she heard Darcy sigh deeply almost contentedly then speak, “Miss Bennet, let me take you back to the boat so you can rest.” Elizabeth looked up but shook her head in the negative. “This man,” she said as she pointed in the direction of the crewman but not daring to look, “needs to be buried.”

“Yes you are quite correct Miss Bennet but I will look after that,” he said with command mingled with a slight wariness.

Elizabeth was tempted to take up his offer of rest. Yet, no matter how desperately she wanted to be out of the situation, she knew she must aid Mr. Darcy with the burial. She shook her head again and said that she would go and fetch the spade they had found and the smaller piece of canvas, and between the two of them would bury this man properly.

It took over an hour but finally the hole had been dug big enough and the body now was wrapped in canvas. Darcy had insisted that he carry the body to the hole alone and placed the seaman unaided into the hole with great care. With that done and the hole covered, Elizabeth felt a small prayer should be said to put the sailor’s soul to rest and was about to say something when, to her surprise Darcy started to say a prayer in a soft, gentle manner. She was beginning to doubt her first impressions of this man. Perhaps she had judged him from his cover and not his true self. She made up her mind to get to know Mr Darcy better.

Chapter 8 – No news is good news

Posted on Wednesday, 9 November 2005

Back in Liverpool Mr Gardiner sat down with a weary thud. After two nights of organizing search parties he was exhausted. He and Mr Bingley were leaving in the morning to search the area where reports had originally come in. He held little hope for finding Elizabeth alive and had decided to send word to Meryton that his party would not be able to make the wedding as planned. He had debated with himself whether to relate the reason why, but decided on a short message instead, as he did not want to ruin Mary’s wedding with the sad news. Instead they would travel down to Hertfordshire and tell them in person after the search was completed, he did not sleep well that night.

Chapter 9 – We are saved.

“Apples!” Elizabeth shouted excitedly. Darcy looked confused and stared up at the line of trees in the distance for an apple tree. With no such tree in sight, and hunger setting in, he thought Miss Bennet was getting delirious and was about to ask her what she had meant when he saw her running toward the shore line.

On further observation he saw what Elizabeth had seen, and indeed apples were floating and bobbing in on the tide. To his surprise Elizabeth had thrown off her shoes and, lifting just slightly the hem of her dress, started to wade in and gather the apples. Darcy noted with admiration her delicate ankles and then forced himself to focus on helping her gather up the only edible substance they had found that day. Darcy was able to pull off his boots with relative ease and waded in after Elizabeth. It didn’t take them long to gather a dozen apples between them.

“They must have come from the ship.” Elizabeth said and then laughed at herself. “I have been stating the obvious quite a bit over the last 24 hours.”

Darcy smiled back but being a gentleman he disagreed with her statement and persuaded her to turn back to the shore. As the day was warm it didn’t take long for Elizabeth’s skirts and petticoats to dry. Both she and Darcy sat on the sand and enjoyed the apples even with the slightly salty taste from the sea. They both felt like small children being offered a highly desirable treat and grinned at each other with shear delight. They savoured each mouthful and after 2 apples each they agreed to save the rest for later.

With the excitement of finding the apples over, Elizabeth and Darcy fell quiet, both contemplating the night ahead but for different reasons. While Elizabeth’s arm still hurt and she worried about another night out in the open. The days were warm but the nights could get very cold, and she was nervous at the thought of spending another night with Mr Darcy. Darcy, on the other hand, was musing upon the upcoming night with pleasure, and even though he was ashamed to admit it, he was looking forward to keeping Elizabeth warm. He watched her as her private thoughts flickered across her face, and he noticed she rubbed her injured arm gingerly every so often. He was angry that he had forgotten about her arm and anxiously asked her how she felt.

Elizabeth told him not to worry and that she was well on the way to mending, but also secretly worried if the pain she was feeling was normal for such an injury. A distant memory of a past injury clouded her thoughts momentarily but she was able to give Darcy a reassuring smile and then looked away.

Both were quite content to drift into silence again and after an hour had passed, Darcy finally decided to speak again. “Do you think you will be able to walk today Miss Bennet? I only ask as I can not decide whether we should stay on the beach another night and start making our way south tomorrow or venture out now. I think we would have a couple hours of sunlight left. But if your injuries are such where you would rather rest, I quiet understand.” He had said this with the hope of the latter and waited in anticipation.

Elizabeth bit her lip in thought and answered that she preferred to stay where they were for the night. They had set up camp as best they could under the circumstances and her arm was rather painful. Her statement was received with a smile that made Elizabeth feel warm inside and she was instantly assured that she had opted for the right decision. It soon became obvious that the sun was indeed beginning to set and with that a drop in temperature. Elizabeth shivered involuntary and went to find a sunnier spot to sit in. Darcy followed a few minutes later with a sliver flask in his hand. “Miss Bennet you are cold,” he stated. “Take a drink of this, it will help warm you up.”

Elizabeth took a small sniff at the contents and then a tiny sip of what turned out to be a very nice brandy. “It is a very fine quality.” Darcy said to encourage her to have more. “But you will need to take a bigger drink in order to benefit from it.” Elizabeth looked at him warily, but took another larger sip and tried to hand it back to Mr Darcy, “one more for good luck” he said with a smile, “then I will have a drink too.” Elizabeth agreed, took another sip and handed the flask back to Darcy.

Elizabeth did indeed find the benefits of the brandy. Not only did she feel warmed by the golden liquid, her arm stopped throbbing with every heartbeat. When she emitted a small giggle she shot a quick look at Darcy and confessed. “I think I might have had too much.” Darcy looked concerned and stated that with such a small amount it was not possible, but maybe she should have another apple to settle her stomach.

After devouring another apple each, Elizabeth was feeling better and with apprehension looked up at Darcy who had stood up to stretch his legs. After a moment she stood up and approached him in order to offer her thanks for the brandy. She didn’t know whether it was the brandy or the situation she found herself in but when she stood beside Mr Darcy she was a lot closer to him than she intended, in fact they were just about touching each other. Elizabeth managed to fumble an embarrassed thank you and was about to depart when Darcy taking her hand placed a very gentlemanly kiss on her up turned wrist. The small gasp was noted by Darcy and secretly acknowledged as he told her it was a pleasure to be of service. Their eyes locked for a single moment and then they both moved away before anything else was said or done.

A little later when dusk was upon them Elizabeth went to settle under the boat. She knew that the brandy had made her a little light headed and decided that going to sleep early was the best option, just in case she said or did something she would later regret. Darcy seemed a little nervous and was pacing the beach as she slipped under the canvas cover. As each minute ticked by he wanted nothing more than to be with her. He had never felt this way before and wondered if it was also the brandy talking or his normal consciousness.

It was getting colder, there was no denying that, and he knew that one wrong word or action would defeat his plans. He had almost been caught out by Miss Bennet when he had been enjoying her beauty and she had looked in his direction. But finally he decided that Elizabeth needed protection from the cold and her injuries made her more vulnerable. He would offer her comfort and warmth all the while maintaining his Gentlemanly stance and he crawled under the cover.

“Miss Bennet, would you say that we have become friends in the last 24 hours?” he started. Elizabeth nodded, it was hard to see in the failing light but he picked up on the movement and continued. “I have long held a value that friends should look after each other, and I would like to offer you such a service. I would be honoured if you would allow me to keep you safe and warm throughout the night. I know that it is not what Society would expect but….” At this he faltered and his mouth became very dry, but to his relief Elizabeth replied.

“As I see no Society here to judge us then I think we can create our own rules, and tonight I think sensibility will triumph over silly and petty expectations.” Elizabeth said shocking herself with her impertinence and her mind thought on how society had been a cruel judge when she had refused Mr Collins proposal and she owed it nothing. To her surprise Darcy laughed and agreed he too had been a victim one too many times to think well of society expectations.

“Then you will allow me to give you the use of my coat again.” He prevailed.

“But Sir, what will keep you warm” Elizabeth asked. Darcy was thinking that the thought of her would keep him warm but answered differently. “I will be warm enough inside here.” Elizabeth doubted that but thought better of arguing for now; she could insist and argue once they were settled.

Watching Darcy settle, it became obvious that his 6’2” frame made quarters very close and after some maneuvering he found himself pleasantly tucked inside next to his Elizabeth.

Both felt a little uncomfortable with the situation but were grateful for the warmth each other shared. Elizabeth had managed to spread Darcy’s coat over him as well and had almost fallen asleep when the canvas covering them was flung back inviting a cold blast of wind into her face. She gasped for breath at the same time Darcy jumped up and banged his head on the boat. His head throbbed like the dickens but seeing a pair of concerned eyes looking back at him took his mind of the excruciating pain.

“Sir,” he said a little breathlessly. “Where have you come from?” Darcy was talking to a rather large man dressed in farming clothes and sporting the thickest beard Elizabeth had ever seen, she too, by this stage had risen and was trying to get her clothes into some order of crinkled respectability.

The stranger turned out to be a farmer from a farm about 1.5 miles away, he had heard of the shipwreck and had come down to find items washed up on the beach, he had also been surprised to find them on this beach as most of the crew that had been found were found several miles away nearer the village of Holyhead. After a moment he introduced himself as Mr Madoc Jones.

“My name is Mr Darcy” Darcy said as he gave the farmer a formal bow.

“Ahhh very good, and this is your young wife.” He said with a smile “Mrs Darcy it is a pleasure to meet you.” He continued without pausing for a breath. “If you would be willing, let me take you back to my home, my wife will have a big pot of crawl on the boil. It is too far to take you to Holyhead tonight as it will be full dark in another half hour, but my horse and wagon will get us back home in about that.” All the while the farmer was speaking, both Darcy and Elizabeth had tried to figure out how to tell the him that they weren’t husband and wife without looking guilty of being found together. Both looked helplessly at each other as the farmer was describing his home which boasted 3 rooms and that they could have the children’s bed for the night. Finally the thought of being rescued and fed was too great to turn down. Darcy spoke interrupting the Farmer.

“Your generosity is very much appreciated sir, we would be grateful for all your assistance. I of course will repay you in full and extra for any expense you may incur because of us. I would also appreciate your assistance in getting to town tomorrow, as we both… that is our family will be anxious for news of us.” Darcy had almost let it slip but hopefully the farmer had not noticed.

The farmer was more than delighted to help and once again talked about how pleased his wife would be for the company. After gathering the few items between them they walked towards the farmer’s wagon which was a little up the bank. Darcy wondered how he had missed hearing the arrival of it in the first place and thought that maybe the wind had been distracting him. As they got to the wagon they saw it was full of cargo from the ship, mainly drums of rum but a few other bits and pieces as well. The farmer explained that the rum was going to be sold at the local market as he and his good wife did not participate in the evils of liquor. Elizabeth got the impression that he would also not appreciate the situation of them being unattached and hoped that Mr Darcy would keep the cover that the farmer had assumed. After a bumpy ride Elizabeth could finally see the lights of the farm house appear and delighted at the sight of the smoke wafting from the chimney. Images of hot food and a warm blanket filled her mind and she momentarily forgot about the awkward situation she and Mr Darcy had found themselves in.

The farmer’s wife could not be more helpful and her cheery manner helped ease the two castaways into a sense of calmness and a safety. The farmer’s children were wildly asking Darcy about pirates and shipwrecks and Elizabeth watched with delight as Darcy, who must have been very tired and extremely hungry, humoured them with the story of their adventures. The sound of bowls being placed on the table drew Elizabeth and Darcy immediately to the dinner table where they hungrily spooned down their meal. After her second helping Elizabeth was having trouble concentrating on the conversation and tried her best to stifle a yawn. The farmer’s wife, seeing her fatigue, ushered Elizabeth to the small bedroom off the main room.

“There you go my dear, this night-gown is a little too big for you, but it is clean and has no rips in it.” Elizabeth took the gown with thanks and watched Mrs Jones discreetly leave the room after saying her good nights. In Elizabeth’s fuzzy state of mind she had again forgotten about the deception they had accidentally found themselves in until she was tucked up in bed and heard a light knock at the door. “Elizabeth it is me,” called the voice from behind the door. “May I come in?”

Chapter 10 – Your feet are cold.

Elizabeth bit her lip if effort not to cry out in panic with a resounding “Certainly not” but managed to remember just in time to say calmly and gently “Certainly.” Darcy opened the door very slowly and turned to face the door as he closed it. He remained facing the door and began to speak but Elizabeth’s giggle startled him. “What Madam, do you find so funny?” he said a little angrily.

Elizabeth stopped laughing immediately and apologized. “I am sorry Mr Darcy, but you look like a scolded school boy facing the door like that, I really didn’t mean any offence.”

“Hmmmmph,” was all he said at first, then asked if it was all right to turn around and during this time Elizabeth finally realized that Darcy was meaning to stay in the room. If her mind had been working fully she would have known this and prepared herself better, she probably wouldn’t have changed into Mrs Jones old night dress and most definitely not hopped into bed. She hadn’t heard Darcy ask a second time if he could turn around but picked up the agitation in his voice when he said that the bowl he was carrying was getting a little heavy. She fumbled her reply and moved the bed covers close to her face.

Darcy was indeed holding a heavily pottered bowl filled with warm water. He had asked the farmer’s wife for items to clean her wound with after noticing her discomfort during dinner. As he set the bowl down along with a clean piece of linen and a small bottle of cleaning alcohol he dared for the first time to look at Elizabeth. He didn’t quite know what to expect, but images of a long white flowing nightgown and her hair dancing down her back was in the fore front of his mind, however when he saw a pair of big brown eyes peering out from under the quilt he was mildly disappointed.

“I have brought something to dress your wound with.” Darcy stated unnecessarily.

Elizabeth’s response and reply surprised him somewhat “No thank you” she peeped out as she hunkered under to covers more. Looking a little bemused he was still determined to carry on. Unbeknownst to him, Elizabeth when she was younger and had not taking kindly to the Doctor administering to her wounds. She still shuddered at the memory and was not going to put her self through that again. “Miss Bennet, please you must allow me to help you. Surely you do not wish for an infection?” He asked.

“Go away” she firmly replied back.

“I will not” stated Darcy incredulously. “Miss Bennet I will bide no more argument you will let me tend your wound with no further complaint.”

“Yes I will” was her equally firm but muffled reply.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Darcy said, purposely misunderstanding her.

His plan had worked and Elizabeth heaved herself up and glared at him. “That is not what I meant.” Elizabeth was going to say more but the look of amusement on Darcy’s face caught her unawares. “ And now Sir, what do you find so funny” she said irritably.

“It is my turn to apologize Madame, but it reminds me of a very similar situation that I had with my sister, but she was only three at the time.”

Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide this indignation. “Sir, I once believed you to be a kind thoughtful man, but I was very mistaken.” She said and she hunkered under the covers once more, Darcy didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended, but he knew he could pour on the charm when he wanted and decided to use his skill to resolve the standoff.

“I apologize once again Madam, I did not intend to be rude. How may I make amends to my good name?” He asked and continued before allowing Elizabeth to answer “Maybe I could tell you the story of my sister and then you will know that I meant no slight on your good character.” He finished with a dazzling smile that Elizabeth knew she couldn’t resist

“Very well Sir, tell me your story and I will judge for myself.”

This was exactly what Darcy was hoping for. “I will tell you my story, but not till I have looked at your arm, you must allow me to put a clean bandage on it at least.” Elizabeth eyed him with suspicion and raised herself up a little more, but only enough to expose the lower part of her face, after another moment she nodded her consent and raised her arm over the quilt. “Will you promise me that it won’t hurt” she asked.

Darcy looked at her carefully but answered gravely. “I am sorry I can’t promise you that.” He gave her a reassuring smiled and went on with the business of preparing the swab and alcohol. Elizabeth cautiously wrapped an old woolen shawl around her and sat up fully, her hand held tight round the shawl so much so that her knuckles were turning white. Darcy gently sat down next to her and lifted the sleeve up in order to unwrap the dirty bandage, the feel and touch of her skin amazed him, it was soft but firm at the same time. His thoughts would have drifted more but the sight of her angry red wound brought him back into reality but he was confident that in was not to late to stop the infection. Again as gently as he could applied the first wipe, but before he had finished Elizabeth let out a yelp had jumped back as far as she could to the opposite side of the bed, and he could see fine beads of sweat form on her brow and top lip. “Please Elizabeth, do not make such a noise.” He begged. “I am only doing this for your own good.” Darcy’s heart was breaking, he did not want to hurt her but the idea of her getting fevered while under his care made him sick to his stomach. He watched as Elizabeth backed further into the corner shaking her head in response.

“Please leave me alone” she said in a small voice “I have no wish to continue.” Darcy’s alarm must have shown and Elizabeth told him that all his responsibility to her was over. Darcy could scarcely believe what he was hearing and took matters into his own hands.

“Miss Bennet, let me get one thing straight. I am still responsible for your care and until I have delivered you safely in one piece to your Uncle in Liverpool will remain so, and unless I am mistaken we are currently no where near that said place. You will let me dress your wounds without further dramatics. So come back here and take your medicine. Do I make myself clear?” And with that he put out his hand to help Elizabeth back to the side of the bed. His arm was beginning to feel very heavy as Elizabeth scowled at him for what seemed like a very long time but when she saw the determination in his eyes she finally started to move. She held out her good arm and allowed him to help her to sit up at the edge of the bed. Darcy let out his breath and gave her another smile as he placed a pillow on Elizabeth’s knee. “Squeeze down on this pillow while I clean your arm, it will help.”

This time Elizabeth was as quiet as she could be. A small gasp escaped her at one time, Darcy stopped immediately but she bid him to continue and the closed her eyes tight.

The whole time Darcy cleaned her arm he felt every movement and stirring she made, his stomach was still very unsettled and when he finished he felt the weight lift of his shoulders and before he truly realized what he was doing he bent his head and kiss Elizabeth on the forehead and told her that the worst was over. Elizabeth instantly opened her eyes in surprise and found her self staring eye to eye with Darcy. She was about to say something but the intensity in his eyes froze her into a profound silence she couldn’t take her eyes away. It was a few moments later that Darcy forced himself to look away. “I hope you aren’t feeling the ill effects of my poor doctoring.” he said uneasily as he busied himself with the bowl of water. Elizabeth not knowing how to answer assured him that her arm had stopped hurting, her own mind playing over and over again the look in his eye, what had it meant; was she reading more into it than she ought too.

After another long and painful silence Darcy spoke about the sleeping arrangements for the night and that he would sleep on the floor. This broke Elizabeth out of her fuzziness, the floor was not dirty but it was not clean by any stretch of the imagination, it was a compact mud floor with straw laid out, and in all good conscience could not allow Mr Darcy to sleep upon it. “Mr Darcy, please you do not need to sleep on the floor, there is plenty of room on the bed, you could sleep on top of the covers, I’m sure….” She was cut off by Darcy before she could finish.

“No Miss Bennet, I think I should not.” And with that Darcy took a pillow and placed it on the floor. Elizabeth watched as he settled uncomfortable on the floor, a noise outside the room startled them both and Darcy quickly got up thinking someone was about to walk in the room, but the footsteps went by without further incident. Darcy now standing was looking very tired and warn.

“Please Mr Darcy,” Elizabeth said, “I would rest so much better knowing you are comfortable. I believe I can trust you, after all we have been through and all you have done for me it is the least I could do. Please” she begged. After rubbing his throbbing temples he agreed and slowly and carefully without touching Elizabeth lay down. The shear bliss of the soft mattress and pillow under him made him sigh with pleasure.

About the same time the farmer walked pass the room and from outside the door call out. “Good Night Mr and Mrs Darcy, I hope you have pleasant dreams”

“I am too tired to dream.” Elizabeth said, she waited for a response from Darcy but when none came she guest he must have already fallen asleep. Darcy on the other hand was mulling over the sound of Mr and Mrs Darcy in his head, he came to the conclusion that he liked how it sounded, but remembered little more as sleep took over.

Chapter 11 – Nice to Meet You

Because of her arm Elizabeth had slept restlessly tossing and turning all night and when the cock crowed early in the morning she awoke fully and still un-rested. This time not feeling any ill effects from her sleeping arrangement was able to turn her head and look at the man sleeping next to her. She often wondered about Marriage and how shearing a bed would feel like, this was probably to closest thing she would ever have to knowing that feeling. She was determined only to marry for the deepest love but with her current circumstances doubted that she would marry at all. Mr Darcy however was the picture of serenity, she admired his long eyelashes that brushed his checks. Then she allowed herself to indulge in the fact that Mr Darcy had not been wearing a neck-cravat and his shirt was open exposing the base of his neck, she let her mind wonder some more as she longed to touch what she imagined touching the fine silky hairs that were showing through. She might have admired it all a bit longer but he moved and stirred in his sleep and she turned her head quickly back, embarrassed by her own thoughts.

Darcy had sensed that Elizabeth had woken and slowly opened his eyes, he was disappointment that he hadn’t woken first, as he would have liked to see her asleep in the morning light. It was still very early and there was no other sounds coming from the house. “Good Morning” Elizabeth said all of a sudden feeling very shy. Darcy smiled and stretched his legs as he greeted Elizabeth as well. “I trust you slept well” he asked.

“Yes, thank you” she replied, feeling a little guilty at her weak self control. She made an effort to get out of bed, but Darcy stifled that idea by asking her to stay where she was. He had no idea why he asked her to stay lying in the bed, well actually he did but he could not admit it to himself.

“I believe I owe you a story, Miss Bennet.” He started. Elizabeth growing a little easier with the situation agreed to stay and asked him to tell her his tale. The story was a funny one concerning his three year old sister Georgiana, himself, his Father and two servants, who had almost quit over the incident. Georgiana not wanting to have her bath had hidden under some bed covers, Darcy aged 12 at the time found her and begged her to come out and have her bath as the water would soon be too cold to bathe in. Georgiana had somehow got it into her mind that monsters lived in water and was too scared to venture near. When Darcy and his father went to physically pick Georgiana up she had bolted through their outreached arms and raced through the large corridors of Pemberley at great speed, the problem being was that she was completely naked and the Nanny and the old house maid had come across a little girl giggling and laughing as the two males of the household ran passed them in order to catch up with her. It wasn’t until the Housekeeper, a Mrs Reynolds intervened that the two servants had stayed. Georgiana’s fear of water was discovered and Darcy had kept “Monster Watch” for all her baths until the age of five when she announced that she was a big girl now and could fight off any monsters that came her way. Elizabeth openly laughed while he told his story and she could see the amusement in his own eyes, she could tell he loved his sister dearly. Darcy loved talking about his sister especially to someone without an alternative motive, but thinking of his sister made him sad as well, she had gone through a trying time in the last couple of years. With Wickham almost succeeding in seducing her for her fortunes and other family members trying to persuade her to marry others eligible gentleman, she had hidden her self away at Pemberley. He was glad that he had been born a man and had more control over his future. Darcy hoped that she had not yet heard of the Shipwreck as she still suffered severely from past events. His mind wondered a little about the beautiful Piano-forte that was to be given for her 18th birthday, it was probably sitting at the bottom of the ocean in a hundred small pieces. Darcy collected himself of his grim thoughts by asking Elizabeth a little more about herself. “Tell me, how did you get the posting in Ireland, would you not prefer to stay in England and closer to your family.” Elizabeth chuckled to her self, while her estrangement from her family was self-imposed and saddened her, the folly of the people involved made her smile, and she felt like telling her story for the first time.

“My Father, rest his sole had the heavy misfortune of having five daughters.” She started, Darcy raised his eyebrows to the question as to why this was a heavy misfortune, Elizabeth seeing this smiled back and continued. “Our home Longbourn is entailed to the male side only. It was a beautiful house with lovely gardens and a very pretty little church connected with it. However when my Father passed away last year our cousin a Mr Collins took possession of it almost immediately. I think he must be one of the silliest men in all of England, anyway he declared to my Mother that he intended to marry one of us so the family could stay on. My eldest sister Jane is the most beautiful of the sisters with a character to fit her beauty, I could tell he wanted to pick her but my Mama through that another Gentleman was about to enter into an agreement with her so she changed his efforts in my direction. Well two weeks after burying my Father he told me of his intentions.” Elizabeth stopped for a moment thinking how terrible this story sounded, did Mr Darcy think ill of her for telling him such a story but felt compelled to continue. “I told him as well as I could that I could not enter into marriage with him because I felt no affection and could not foresee any affection in the future, he of cause didn’t believe me and insisted that it was common for Ladies to play little games. But I was finally able to convince him of my sincerity and he left shortly after. But two days he returned engaged to my dear friend well my Mother would not speak to me and blamed me personally for the demise of our family. That part I believe to be correct, but no matter how I tried to do right by my family I could not marry for the benefit of home and processions, so I did the only thing possible within my power, I took up a position and send half of my income to my mother to help support her and my other sisters.”

While Elizabeth spoke Darcy’s interest grew and his mind was racing, she was a Gentleman’s Daughter raise and breed as a fine young lady and not from the lower class, he realized in time that Elizabeth had stopped talking and wanted to find out more so he probed her a little about her family. “Are none of your sisters married, could their husbands not help out?” Elizabeth laughed. “None are married but I was traveling to England to see the first marry, My sister Mary is about to be wed. Her husband to be is a fine fellow, but not one that could support an entire family, they have waited this long for his promotion, I barely believe they could set up a home let alone help out my Mama. Isn’t it funny, out of the 5 of us we always through that Mary would either not marry or be the last, but here she is beating us all.” Elizabeth mind wondered as she had found memories of when they were little and talking about what qualities they would like in a Husband, she couldn’t remember Mary every participating in those conversations. Elizabeth went onto explain that when she left for Ireland while her eldest sister Jane went to live with an Aunt and Uncle in London as they could present her for the season, and her youngest three sisters stayed with their Mama in Meryton who was also living with another Aunt and Uncle. Only her dear Jane was sad to see her go, Mary of cause saw the practical side of Elizabeth’s decision and told her to write often and too be aware of the Catholic people. Kitty and Lydia were only too pleased for her to go and send money home for them to spend, they were mainly upset at not being allowed to go to London with Jane,” Elizabeth stopped mid-sentence and looked at Darcy. “I’m sorry for rambling on, I did not mean to bore you with the details”

“Not at all Miss Bennet, I enjoy hearing of Family life, I wish the story had a happier beginning but did it not work out in the end” He inquired.

“I supposed it did” Elizabeth laughed.

Mr Darcy mused some more on Elizabeth’s story. “I find it interesting that the name of your poor suitor” he said with a slight twinkle in his eye, “was a Mr Collins, and how did you describe him. ‘One of the silliest men in all of England??” he continued as his smile grew ever so slightly. “For I once had the opportunity to meet a Mr Collins, he was my Aunts Reverend, and also my Aunts most ardent admirer. He doted on her and hung of every word, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was old enough to be his Grandmother and she had no intentions of marrying again and especially not below her stations in life I might have asked him to step out and state his intentions towards my aunt.”

Elizabeth thoughts clouded at his last remark, did he think status was the most important criteria for marriage, she hoped not, but her interest was piqued elsewhere for the immediate moment, “You said your Mr Collins was a Reverend, not a Reverend in Kent, with the Great Lady Catherine De Bough residing?” Elizabeth only meant to continue with the conversation and was not expecting there to be a connection.

“Why ,yes” Darcy said with astonishment, “are you telling me your Mr Collin’s and mine are one and the same. How remarkable.”

“I have heard several descriptions of Mr Collins, but none ever included remarkable” Elizabeth said with a laugh in her voice. “I mean no offence to my good cousin, but there are some in life who whole ambition is to boost the ego’s of others and forget about boosting there own levels of competence.”

“Yes indeed.” Darcy agreed “I am very glad you did not marry Mr Collins, for that would have been a great shame.”

Elizabeth didn’t know how to take his last statement but her heart was definitely beating faster. She faltered a little and desperately tried hard to think of something to say. Finally her thoughts came together to ask a question that came to her two nights ago.

“Mr Darcy, I believe I do not know your Christen Name would you do me the honour of telling me, I only ask because it may come up.”

“No at all Miss Elizabeth Bennet” he said her name with such feeling that Elizabeth almost forgot to breathe again. “Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, at it is my great pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said as formally as he could while lying down.

Chapter 12 – On the Road

Posted on Sunday, 13 November 2005

Darcy and Elizabeth talked a while longer and she began to relax more in his company as he told her more about his sister and a close acquaintance of his by the name of Mr Bingley. It was a knock at the door that finally disturb them, the farmers wife called through that Breakfast would be ready in a few minutes, Mr Darcy finally got himself out of bed and tidied himself up as best as he could, the farmer had promised the use of his razor this morning and he was glad of it as his beard was getting itchy with several days growth. Elizabeth averted her eyes while Darcy was tending to himself but she instantly knew when he had finished and was aware that he had turned around to speak to her. “I shall leave you now to get ready, do you require any assistance to dress?” Elizabeth couldn’t help blush at the thought, Darcy noticed immediately the colour of her checks had changed to a very rosy red and instantly knew his blunder. He stammered something about the Farmer’s wife and quickly left the room embarrassed by his implication.

Elizabeth recovered quickly and dressed, her hair she could manage in a simple style and after washing her face, she looked critically at herself and could not imagine how her appearance could please anyone at present, but as there could be nothing further done she sighed to herself and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was warm and the smell of oats filled Darcy’s senses with fond memories of his childhood, finally Elizabeth entered the room and Mrs Jones handed them a plate of Oats and fresh baked bread. Mr Jones had already had his breakfast was now sipping a cup of tea with a gleam in his eyes as he watched Elizabeth and Darcy eat, he winked to his wife “I think these two must be on Honeymoon by the way the slept in this morning, and come to think of it” he continued to his wife without looking at the couple in question. “They looked rather comfortable and content in their wee shelter yesterday, I was at two minds whether to leave them to it or rescue them.” He said finishing off with a gruff chuckle, he was in good humour and didn’t realize in the slightest that his teasing left a large impression on both his helpless victims.

After breakfast Darcy approached Elizabeth with quiet concern, she hadn’t spoken much during or after breakfast and he needed to reassure himself that she was fine. “Miss Bennet” he said quietly and out of earshot of the Jones’s. “Are you well? You have grown quiet.”

“No sir, I am fine” it fact she wasn’t, her mind had been going over the last few days like the original storm itself. Had she conducted herself unbecoming of a lady, she liked Mr Darcy too well to trap him and hoped he didn’t feel obliged in anyway. Actually truth be told she hoped there would be an obligation but only that of affection and admiration but that was too much to hope for. Elizabeth quietness was observed by Darcy who was having trouble keeping quiet. “Miss Bennet, I hope the Farmer did not embarrass you before with his crude remarks, you have been nothing but the perfect lady during your ordeal, I only hope that my actions have not been anything less than impeccable?”

Elizabeth rallied her spirits “You have set high standards, Mr Darcy, and I am happy to report that you have met your standards perfectly, I assure you, that yes I was a little embarrassed about his comments but they were in good jest.”

“I am glad to hear it” Darcy said smiling briefly, “Elizabeth I must speak to you about our travel arrangements. The quickest way to travel to Liverpool is by boat.” Elizabeth’s face changed immediate to one of alarm, she felt foolish but did not think that she could face a boat again so soon. Darcy had been expecting this and sort to reassure her, “There are other modes of travel available to us but it would take more than a days journey and I fear we must keep up this false facade up for a little longer. The decision is yours to make, do not let me influence you either way.”

Elizabeth thought about the possibilities of boat verses carriage, the weather was fair and calm outside but that was how it was when they first left Ireland. There were other reasons nagging in the back of her mind, but she gave them little more thought when she told Darcy that she could not travel by boat so soon after the storm. Darcy gave her a reassuring smile “I thought as much, I don’t fancy a boat journey at this stage either. In that case I will send Mr Jones’s eldest son to town to obtain a passage on the next post to Liverpool.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Mrs Jones said there was an excellent seamstress just out of Holyhead that may have some ready made dresses that we could purchase for your journey, your clothes have taken a battering over the last few days.” Darcy watched as Elizabeth blushed again, he hadn’t meant to embarrass her about her current state for he had only wanted to make her comfortable as well as looking like his bride should, for that would be her role on their continuing journey north.

That afternoon and after a farewell that befitted a long lost friend Mrs Jones waved goodbye as her husband took the Darcy’s to Miss Cranshaw’s dressmaking shop before dropping them off at the local Public House to meet the Post.

To Elizabeth’s surprise Miss Cranshaw had several dresses that fitted her, she immediately took the cheapest dress, but Darcy seeing what she was up to insisted on her taking the one made more for a Ball than travel, it was older in style but still beautifully made. Miss Cranshaw commented that is was made some years ago by her mother for a fine young Lady, but unfortunately the lady had caught the influenza and died suddenly with out ever wearing the garment. Elizabeth shuddered slightly at wearing a dress with such a history but when Miss Cranshaw helped her in it, she could not help but smile at the reflection in the mirror.

“It looks like it was made to fit you.” Miss Cranshaw commented. Elizabeth murmured something in thanks and in turn also tried on the travel cloak that Mr Darcy had insisted on buying for her.

“I heard Mr Jones found you and your husband on the beach yesterday, how romantic.” Miss Cranshaw buzzed, on seeing Elizabeth’s surprised look she felt the need to explain. “The Jones’s boy came by and told me to expect you, but was it so terrible in the sea? I bet you were glad of your husband then, such a fine strong looking man, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Elizabeth was a loss at what to say and hastened herself so they could leave as soon as possible.

Once outside Elizabeth could not have believed that their news could had spread so quickly around this small country town, apparently everyone knew of their story and was eager to have a look at the couple found on the beach. Darcy put on a face of neutral politeness, and pretended not to hear the comments that the locals voiced out loud on what they got up on the beach. He finally decided that Elizabeth had had enough mortal embarrassment and suggested that they go for a walk somewhere less populated.

By the time they were ready to enter the post Elizabeth had recovered from her embarrassment and had the presence of mind to thank Darcy. The Post had only one other passenger, a young man dressed in Cleric clothes, he retrieved a book from his waistcoat and didn’t lift his eyes up once during their travel. Darcy had never been in a Post Carriage before and wondered at the small size of it compared to his own Carriages. The jolting of the Carriage made it impossible not to touch each other and for the first hour they both tried to fight it. Finally Darcy growing tired and stiff took Elizabeth’s hand and told her to relax, her surprise was great, but she too was feeling stiff from always trying to stay in one place. Darcy didn’t immediately let go of Elizabeth’s hand nor did she take measures in removing her own, somehow it felt right and as she released the tension in her body and began to feel the strength and warmth of his hand on hers.

The rest of their journey was quiet and when the carriage finally pulled up to the last stop for the night Darcy helped her out of the carriage and escorted her to the local Inn. It was a pleasant looking place with no unrespectable young men hanging around, Darcy opened the door for Elizabeth and they entered together to find a lady in her 50’s ready to greet them. “Will you be wanting a room and supper Sir?” she asked. Darcy with his normal presence of mind confirmed that they would require a meal brought up to their room and introduced Elizabeth as his Wife, Mrs Darcy. The elderly lady smiled and showed them up to their room. “Where is your luggage Mrs Darcy?” she inquired, Elizabeth felt her checks go warm and tried to answer but not before a look of shear delight came over the old woman’s face. “Oh you must be the couple shipwrecked from down the coast, Come come you must be tired, I will tell Peterson to bring you something quick.” She said as she showed them to their room and left with a nod and smiling broadly at her famous guests.

Both Darcy and Elizabeth stared at each other. “I have no idea how she knew” he said with a small smile of bewilderment, “It is almost like someone is running 10 steps in front of us telling our story were ever we go. I was hoping that we could travel quietly without everyone knowing our business, this is very disconcerting.”

Elizabeth did not want to think, but agreed to his statement. After a small supper Elizabeth exhausted from traveling and with her injured arm still hurting she lay down and fell instantly asleep on top of the bed. Darcy had insisted that he would sleep on the floor in front of the fire as there was a nice clean looking rug that he could rest on, Elizabeth knew this time that arguing would be fruitless and had equally insisted that he take a blanket and a pillow from the bed to be comfortable. Darcy now sat silently on a sofa looking at Elizabeth’s sleeping form, she was quite beautiful and simply took his breath away, however the same thoughts moved through his mind like the proverbial storm that caused there meeting. The thought was that in one more day he was obliged to give his Elizabeth up, he would of course see her safely to her family which he secretly hoped had already left Liverpool. But she had assured him that her Uncle would not quit the place until he was certain of her fate. But one thought kept nagging at him, how could he give up this treasure that had found her way to him, it was destiny he was certain but no matter how hard he thought the matter through he could not come up with a solution that kept him from losing her come the next day.

The vivid imagination’s of a tired man creep in as he involuntary closed his eyes and dreamt of taking her and forcing her to admit she loved him, he knew he could be very persuasive if only he smiled more, he made a mental note to smile more the next day before finally succumbing to the call of sleep.

Chapter 13 – To Liverpool – As slow as you can.

The next morning Elizabeth woke as the sunlight broke through the window, she rose slowly and saw Mr Darcy still asleep on the Sofa and not the floor, he looked uncomfortable and regretted that she hadn’t seen him comfortable before retiring for the night herself. She took advantage of his sleeping to quietly get out of bed and dress before he woke. She was busy tiding her hair when he finally stirred, Darcy was feeling the effects of sleeping on the sofa and his long legs ached. “Miss Bennet, I trust you slept well?” he inquired after seeing Elizabeth seated at the small chest of drawers. “Very well, thank you” she answered and returned to tidy her hair in its final style. She watched from the mirror as Darcy rose and went to the wash basin and splashed cold water onto his face, she watched in fascination as the tiny beads of water slipped under his collar and made him shiver, and she even managed to advert her eyes just in time before he turned to face her in order to ask about breakfast. It was decided to eat in their room before making their way to the Post for the final leg of their journey, today would be hard as it involved a small barge crossing over the firth.

The journey to the barge had been quick, too quick for Elizabeth’s liking, she was struggling with her emotions about travelling on a boat again, Darcy watched as her thoughts and fears played on her face like the play at the theatre. He to felt vulnerable and managed to focus his mind on easing Elizabeth’s fears so that his own did not seem consequential any more. He offered his arm to Elizabeth to escort her across the gang way, she was hesitant at first but let him guide her up to the small viewing deck which the barge boasted. When the barge finally moved from its mooring and the gentle sway of the water caused the deck to move, Elizabeth closed her eyes while holding one hand to the rail and the other on Darcy. “Elizabeth, it will be alright. You can see the land on the other side and there is not a cloud in the sky.” Elizabeth opened her eyes but did not release the rail or Darcy. She hung her head down with embarrassment and shame. “You must think me very foolish Mr Darcy, to be frightened so easily.”

“Not at all” he tried to assured her, he had seen this behaviour before in his own dear sister and he would not let this happen to Elizabeth. He turned to her and looked earnestly into her face but she still looked down but not enough that he could see the rose red flush in her checks. With his free hand and the crook of his finger he brought it up underneath her chin and made her look into his eyes. “Elizabeth” he said almost breathlessly as her brown eyes made contact not only with his own but his soul as well, he paused a moment longer to compose himself and continued. “Elizabeth you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, the fear you feel at the moment is natural and will subside in time, you have endured so much in the last few days and none of it has been your fault. You could not have changed anything even if you wanted to. Elizabeth please believe me.”

“It is easier said than done.” She replied quietly

“Give yourself time” he said before realizing that his finger that was still holding up her beautiful face.

Unbeknownst to the couple their actions and words were being watched from the lower deck, however he did not want to be seen by his old benefactors son and slipped away unseen, for he had seen an opportunity and he was not one to let an opportunity go by unrewarded. For when he learnt from one of the sailors that the couple were Mr and Mrs Darcy he was surprised. He was a regular reader of the London Times Marriage Bans, and Obituaries as he found they often held useful information within and he knew for a fact that Darcy had not published his intentions to Marry. All sorts of ideas where floating about his mind, elopement, Mistresses all these things would be useful to know. The Regiment did not pay nearly as well as a rich Gentleman in need of a secret to remain a secret.

Finally the barge gently hit the wharf with a quiet thud and Elizabeth’s face broke into a large grin, intern this grin being of the infectious type found itself on the face of Darcy. Elizabeth noted that Mr Darcy’s face even though handsome was transformed by a smile. She released some of the pressure of her grip of Darcy’s arm and they walked off the barge with great pleasure. “So Miss Bennett, has your faith in water traveling vessels been restored?” Darcy asked.

“Not completely yet, would it be very foolish of me not to travel by that mode ever again do you think?” she said trying to keep the conversation as light hearted as possible.

“I think your employer would find it hard to have you in England and his children in Ireland” said Darcy pretending to be grim, “or maybe you have a talent of flying you have not yet told me about.” Darcy while talking was having trouble keeping his mind on the conversation, he was thinking that there were no large bodies of water between here and Pemberley and that she never need again travel to Ireland again. By this time they had reached the next part of their journey and the Post was about to leave as soon as all the passengers had found their seats. Darcy handed Elizabeth into the Carriage and then took his seat next to her, enjoying the closeness again and to happy with his own thoughts that he did not notice his old enemy take a seat on the outside of the carriage.

Elizabeth very much wanted to discuss what would happen once they reached Liverpool but with the Carriage crowed as it was it was impossible, so she silently reflected on what was going to happen. She thought about the happy reunion with Jane and her Aunt and Uncle, she would not doubt that she would have tears of joy rolling down her checks and wondered if Mr Darcy would ever be so emotional. It was at that point she began to think of Mr Darcy and how she had been impressed by this manners and gentleman like behaviour. Once she had gotten over the part where the deception might have injured innocent parties such as the Jones’s she in fact had liked the thought of being Mrs Darcy, something about her factitious husband had brought out feelings in her that she had never felt before. To have someone so close warm and comforting at all times seemed natural to her. She had thought she had all that with Jane but somehow this was different, not that she could name the difference, well to be honest she could, she had never wanted Jane to hold her in her arms and kiss her. Elizabeth blushed at the thought and her own silliness when suddenly another thought entered her mind, one she had not allowed herself to think before now, if they were to find her Aunt and Uncle straight away then today would be the last time she would ever see Mr Darcy with that thought she cried out loud “No”.

Darcy seeing her distressed asked her if everything was all right, Elizabeth gaining her composure assured him and the others around her that she was. To cover herself she quietly told Mr Darcy that she had just remembers something lost at sea. “I quite understand, I also lost something that I was to give my sister. But we can not mourn the loss of property when we have our lives to be grateful for.” He continued.

“You are quite right.” Elizabeth replied quietly, glad he had accepted this explanation. Silently she began to mourn her real loss, the society of Mr Darcy, her heart was breaking.

Chapter 14 - Pleasure and Pain

Finally the post carriage arrived at Liverpool; some of its passengers had been dropped off at the port, but Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, by request, were driven to a nearby hotel. They still couldn’t speak without being overheard so Darcy, taking Elizabeth’s hand in what he hoped to be a gesture of reassurance, alighted the carriage and walked into the grand foyer of the Prince Royal Hotel.

Once inside he took her off into a private nook, noticing with displeasure the prying eyes watching them. “Elizabeth, please excuse my forwardness but I fear that our deception may be discovered, and I do not want to put you your reputation in danger but there may be business acquaintances that recognise me, but believe me they would not know about my private connections, will you trust me.”

“Do not trouble yourself Mr. Darcy, I trust you to do what is right for the both of us.” Elizabeth assured him.

Darcy’s smile reflected the relief of her understanding nature. “I will procure us two rooms with the understanding that you are my sister, is that acceptable to you?” he asked.

“Certainly” replied Elizabeth, a little surprised at finding herself disappointed that she was no longer to act as his wife. The comfort and familiarity she had felt in his company had made these last few days bearable. Darcy offered his arm which she accepted and they walked towards the Reception desk; Darcy’s plan was to look for Elizabeth’s relations in the morning making it possible to spend one last happy night in her company. He would also send an express immediately off to Pemberley and to his Uncle at Matlock announcing his safe arrival as he was certain he at least would know about the shipwreck.

They were almost to the desk when both Elizabeth and Darcy heard themselves being addressed. Elizabeth did not recognize the man in front of her but recognized the uniform of a Regimental Officer. Mr Darcy on the other hand had frozen when the silky smooth voice addressed him.

“Mr Darcy what an unexpected pleasure seeing you here in Liverpool, and I believe this to be your lovely young bride, Mrs. Darcy.” He had said this loud enough to be heard by the hotel clerk who had looked up from his work. He bowed to Elizabeth and gave her a dazzling smile. “Let me introduce myself, since your husband seems to have forgotten his manners. I am Lt. Wickham, at your service Madam.”

Darcy underwent a number of emotional changes in the short time it took for Wickham to finish his grease-coated speech. The first thoughts that shot through his head was how and why this g*d forsaken man kept appearing in his life and secondly how dare he speak to Elizabeth with such familiarity. Elizabeth was confused at Mr Darcy’s silence since the lieutenant seemed to know him well enough and his manners seemed pleasing. She watched Darcy’s face as it moved through several emotions that frightened her, and with that in mind she cautiously acknowledged Mr Wickham’s greeting. Elizabeth’s voice together with a small curtsy stirred Darcy to act.

“You have no business with me or with anyone connected with me, now go before I call the manager of this establishment,” he stated calmly even though his thoughts were of murder.

“Now, now, Darcy is that the way to greet an old friend?” replied Wickham, then turning to Elizabeth continued. “Did Darce ever mention that we grew up together at Pemberley? We were the very best of friends and I was rather fond of his younger sister Geog…”

Wickham never completed the sentence as Darcy had finally lost control of his temper and hit Wickham across the chin with such a force that it instantly knocked him unconscious and sent him flying several feet away. He was still in an emotional rage when a small crowd, including the hotel manager and clerk, suddenly appeared at Wickham’s side.

“He is a blackguard and extortionist, don’t let the uniform fool you, this man is no gentleman.” Darcy spat.

The manager, normally calm and collected in manner could only stare at Darcy, who was looking a little worse for the wear, and then back to the gentleman sprawled out on his otherwise spotless marble floor. He spluttered something to two of the footmen and instantly the unconscious gentleman was taken into a back room, the manager then looked at Darcy and bid him to follow so he could explain himself. Darcy at this stage had the good graces to blush slightly at his own behaviour, he offered his arm to Elizabeth and they walked to the small office.

Darcy glared at Wickham’s silent sprawled form, he gestured to Elizabeth to take a seat and stalked off towards the window. He didn’t know how he could explain himself without mentioning his sister but there were three pairs of expectant eyes watching him, and one exceptionally fine pair he particularly wanted to defend himself to. “This man… Wickham is his name, has trespassed on my family for too long, he was the son of my father’s trustworthy steward and because of that my father favoured him with opportunity and education. Unfortunately he abused this favour but this was only known to me, when my good father passed away it was his wish that Wickham should take orders and that our family give him a living. Wickham however had other ideas and was compensated three thousand pounds for the loss of the living. Several years later he returned to tell me he had changed his mind and now wished for the living, apart from the fact the position was filled, I did not think that the good people of Kympton would benefit from this man’s service, so he left my house cursing my good name. I should have realized this man’s revenge had no limits and he later attached himself to ….. a close relative and worked his way into her affections, he only did this to get to her sizeable dowry and to avenge himself on me and she was but 16 years old. I can reassure you that he felt little for the lady involved as he was easily persuaded to break of the engagement for the settling of his gambling debt and that was almost two years ago. I have not seen him since, but I did warn him, if he ever approached me or my family I would do him an injury, such as my feeling towards this man…” Darcy faltered slightly but finished “This man has injured so many people dear to me and when he approached Elizabeth it was all I could do to not draw a weapon on him.”

Darcy stopped and looked dispassionately at Wickham, he had said what needed to be said and it was now in the open for these strangers and Elizabeth to judge. There was something in his voice and looks that said the truth had been told and the man, still unconscious was not the gentleman that first appearance showed him to be. Elizabeth gave Darcy was warm gentle smile to encourage and support him, he saw this and returned the smile, his previously fuzzy and clouded thoughts became instantly clear as he sought Elizabeth’s forgiveness. “Please forgive my behaviour, for I could not bear to see him work his wiles on you.” Elizabeth was very surprised at Darcy’s sentiment, and took his hands in her own,

“You have nothing to ask forgiveness for.” she said quietly. He thanked her with out speaking, for their eyes met and the look she gave him was enough to know that she did not despise him for his ungentlemanly behaviour.

The moment was broken however by a groan emanating from the fallen villain. The hotel manager, not wanting a repeat of the violence, escorted Darcy and Elizabeth out of the office. Luckily no one was milling around the foyer and Darcy was able to address the manager with discrete quietness. “I must apologize to you good sir, for it was a terrible display in your fine establishment, we only wanted to procure rooms for the night, will you still be willing to accommodate us?”

The manager hesitated, he did not want the reputation of the hotel ruined but finally he consented and personally showed them to their room. Darcy had forgotten that he had not introduced Elizabeth as his sister and resigned himself, though not unhappily, to again being her husband. Elizabeth’s colour also heightened with the same thought but only after viewing the room to find one huge four-posted bed. The manager excused himself after confirming with Mr. Darcy that it would be better for them to dine in their room and to keep out of sight from curious eyes. Darcy took this blatant slight on his character with good graces and leaned heavily on the door once it was closed. “I am sorry Miss Bennet, for I can’t seem to rid you of the title of Mrs Darcy.”

Elizabeth blushed again, “Do not be sorry Mr. Darcy, for it is not such a terrible title I think, in fact any future Mrs. Darcy would be very happy with it I am sure.” She felt instantly that her statement was too obvious and bit her lip as she chastised herself. Darcy on the other hand was taken by surprise and opened his tired eyes and looked at her intently; did she really mean that being his wife would bring her happiness, could it be that this beautiful creature in front of him, who did not know his real worth or position in life would like him for himself? And more importantly, did it matter that she could not enhance his position and wealth? For the first time in his life it did not matter whose daughter she was, nor which connections she would bring to a marriage. He smiled to himself.

Elizabeth could only watch as his face underwent an extraordinary change and finally a dazzling smile shone through. Though he was generally looking in her direction his eyes were glazed as if he was miles away. She did not know what to think. Then as suddenly as the smile appeared in vanished to be replaced with a darker look, one that Elizabeth had not seen before, and while she watched him he focused on her and within two strides was standing directly in front of her. She swallowed silently and didn’t notice his arm rise to her face until she felt the warm tingling sensation as his thumb brush over her lips that were now throbbing for the want of his touch to continue. His voice sounded strange to him as he said her name out loud, “Elizabeth” it was husky and shaky all with within the few syllables, and did he dare give into temptation?

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