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Chapter 8 ~ continued
"You are wrong about David's finances. While he stands to inherit an income of nine thousand pounds a year upon my uncle's death, he has not inherited it yet. He had some money left to him after our grandfather's death, he is far from financially independent now. In fact, I cannot understand how he can afford to be so generous with my cousin at this time..."
"But you cannot believe that his intentions towards Georgiana are purely mercenary."
Darcy pondered the question. "No, I do not," he finally resigned.
"Then what is your objection?"
"He is overbearing and will not respect Georgiana's wishes."
Bingley shook his head. "While it may be a factor, that is not your chief concern. She seems to manage him very well. What is your true objection?"
Darcy let out an exasperated groan and turned to glare at his friend. "I never knew you had such a talent for incessant questions. You really should have been a barrister."
"Nonetheless, you have not answered my question."
"I don't trust him."
Bingley's brow furrowed. "What do you not trust? You have known him all of your life. Surely you know all of the important features of his character."
"Not true. David has always been very secretive. While he takes great delight in ordering others around, I never felt that I understood the true motive behind any of his actions."
Bingley laughed. "Darcy, you yourself often keep your own counsel and do not reveal your feelings to anyone! Now you are convicting your cousin of the same? Perhaps you should analyze your own behaviour first before condemning others."
Defensively, Darcy grumbled, "What gives you such an eager interest in my sister's affairs?"
"I know you mean well, but sometimes your meddling in other's lives is not for the best," answered Bingley quietly while giving him a meaningful look.
Darcy frowned as he looked at Bingley and recalled his interference in Bingley and Jane's life. "I was wrong then, I know. How you can manage to still tolerate my presence is surprising."
"You meant well. It was my best interests you were concerned with, however you were wrong. Have you considered you could be wrong again?"
Darcy opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
"You haven't given me one good answer why Georgiana should not marry Lord Wallingford."
"I don't trust him."
"Do you not trust him or are you jealous of being replaced as Georgiana's protector?"
Darcy scowled. Withstanding the constant assaults from Georgiana, Elizabeth, and David had been trying enough. However, faced with Bingley's earnest entreaty and recalling the past wrong he did his friend, doubts began to form. What if I am wrong and she would be happy with him?
Bingley reminded gently, "You almost lost Elizabeth and you suffered for a long time as a result of your separation. Do not make Georgiana endure the same torture."
"Perhaps you have a point," Darcy sighed in defeat.
By the time two weeks had passed, Darcy had resolved to give his consent. As he sat behind his desk, waiting in the study for his cousin to arrive, he secretly hoped it would be the first Friday David would miss. However, his wishes went unrewarded. Promptly at ten o'clock, there was a knock at the door.
"Come," Darcy sighed.
As David strode in, his usual imperious and commanding swagger seemed to mock Darcy's pain. He gave a quick bow to Darcy, who was still seated behind his desk. "Well Darcy, will you consent?" his booming voice demanded.
Darcy swallowed hard. "Yes," he answered quietly.
David gave a visible start. "Did I hear you correctly? You will consent to Georgiana and I marrying?"
Irritated, Darcy uttered, "Are you deaf?"
"Obviously not," David answered, while regaining his composure. "Thank you. This means a great deal to me. I will do everything I can to make her very happy."
"You had better."
"I will."
Thus, it was not without a small amount of sadness that Darcy gave his sister away four months later in a church in Lambton. He would have preferred a longer engagement and for Georgiana to be older before marrying, but David did not want to give his cousin a chance to change his mind. Once the consent was obtained, David immediately announced the engagement in the papers and set out to procure a Special License. Just four and a half months after the birth of his sons, Darcy walked Georgiana down the aisle.
Darcy had thought that they would have gone on a trip to the Continent after the wedding as Georgiana always wanted to see France, but David had an aversion to it and had not returned there since his tour of it as a young man. Instead, the newlyweds went to Ireland. Upon their return to England, they settled in the Earl's London home. Over the next year, David often brought Georgiana to Pemberley to visit, though he rarely stayed long himself. After just a few days, David and Darcy would grate on each other's nerves and the Viscount would invent a reason to leave and would return to escort his wife home after a few weeks.
Elizabeth had been quiet in the carriage ride from Pemberley to London for a long time. Darcy had been contemplating Georgiana’s note requesting his assistance, but Elizabeth’s mind was not so inclined. Her husband had observed her far away looks. As they were nearing London, he leaned forward across the carriage and touched his wife's arm. "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
She gave him a reassuring smile. "I am quite well. I was just thinking of the past and the last time we saw Georgiana. When was it? Ten weeks ago? She did not look well. In fact, she looked quite pale."
"I believe she said that she had eaten something that disagreed with her."
"But she was pale during the entire visit."
"We will be able to ask her about her ailment shortly. We have almost arrived at my uncle’s home. Now, I will find out what dastardly thing my cousin did once and for all," growled Darcy.
Within half an hour, the carriage stopped in front of the Earl of Matlock's home. It was a grand home in the Mayfair district. Darcy jumped out of the barouche as soon as it stopped, not waiting for a servant to open the door for him. He immediately raced up the stairs to the door and pounded on it. Within a minute, the Earl's butler greeted him.
"Mr. Darcy!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed upon opening the door. "We had not expected your arrival."
"Show me to my sister immediately," ordered Darcy.
"Ahh, sir,” stammered the butler. "Why don't I show you into the sitting room. I shall summon Lord Wallingford and ask if you may see his wife."
"You are going to ask if I have permission to see my sister?!" Darcy exclaimed incredulously. "No, I will see her now!"
"Mr. Darcy, I do not mean to upset you. Lord Wallingford does not allow anyone to see Lady Wallingford without his consent. That is his strict order."
Darcy, fed up with arguing with the butler commanded, "Stand aside! I will see my sister now!"
Just then, a male voice could be heard down the hall. "Johnson, what is that noise?! Did I not order quiet in this house? Send the visitor away!"
"I will not leave!" shouted Darcy in return.
Upon hearing Darcy’s shout, David came rushing down the hallway.
"David, I will see my sister now," ordered Darcy.
"Hello Darcy." Looking over Darcy's shoulder, David saw Elizabeth carrying Joshua down from the carriage. "I see you have brought Elizabeth and the boys. Splendid! We had not expected you in town for several more days. It is rather late. Perhaps it would be best if you visit tomorrow. George is tired and has already gone to bed."
"No, I will see her now," Darcy growled while pushing his cousin and the butler aside and forcing himself through the doorway.
Darcy stormed up the stairs. He raced directly to Georgiana's room, knocked twice, and burst in the door. Inside her bedchamber, Georgiana was sitting on top of her bed, resting against a large pile of pillows. Startled, she jumped when he opened the door. "William! Whatever are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
"I received your letter and came as fast as I could," he answered while walking to her side. Darcy quickly sat down next to her on her bed and kissed her cheek. "What is it that troubles you Georgiana?"
"I had not expected you to come this quickly."
Just then, Elizabeth and David entered the room. David positioned himself at the foot of Georgiana's bed, looking amused at the obvious concern Darcy had for her.
Darcy glared at his cousin and seethed, "Don't worry Georgiana, I will always protect you. What awful thing has he done?"
"Yes, tell your brother the awful thing I've done," David sighed.
"Very well," huffed Georgiana, crossing her arms angrily. "I will."
Chapter 9 ~ Villian
Posted on Monday, 10 January 2005
"David won't let me go anywhere or do anything. I am confined to my bedchamber unless my maid helps me up and down the stairs! I am never to have a moment's peace with all of these people fussing around me. I cannot even walk to the park without him accompanying me personally," Georgiana declared, glaring at her husband the whole time.
Darcy jumped up and twirled around to face his cousin. "Why are you holding my sister prisoner?" he demanded angrily.
Surprised by his outburst, David exclaimed, "I will not endanger my wife or child's health by allowing George to march up and down those stairs just to go shopping. They are made of marble and she could easily slip down them. Furthermore, your mother…"
"Child?" Darcy gasped. He turned back to look at Georgiana.
Georgiana's cheeks turned bright red as she inquired in a meek voice, "Did I not mention that you are going to be an uncle in five months?"
Darcy's eyes widened and he stared at her speechless.
"By the look on your brother's face, I think you left out that part," David chuckled.
"Well, nonetheless," began Georgiana, returning her glare to her husband, "I am a prisoner here and I want you to be more reasonable! Since learning that I am with child, you have lost your senses. You are ridiculous! Why can’t I go shopping for satin and lace?! I do not need to be confined to my bed yet!"
Elizabeth went to Georgiana and gave her a tight hug. "Congratulations Georgiana! I am very happy for you." She then turned her attentions to David. "And congratulations to you brother, though I agree with Georgiana. You needn't be so protective. I walked outside on the grounds of Pemberley by myself when I was much further along than her and I assure you, the twins suffered no ill effects."
"There you are, I told you," Georgiana added.
David sighed and said quietly, "George, you are my wife and you will do as I say. I am trying to do what is best for your health. I do not want to take any risks and I will not allow you to walk unaccompanied. That is final."
"You are being totally unreasonable!" spat Georgiana.
"You are being ridiculous!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "Nothing will happen to Georgiana if she goes for a walk. She is not a child herself. She knows to be cautious and you do not need to look after her! William, tell your cousin he is being absurd!"
Darcy, recovering from his shock, looked meekly at his wife, "Well Elizabeth, ‘absurd’ is a strong word and she is Georgiana Fitzwilliam now. He is only trying to take care of her."
Elizabeth scowled at her husband. He chose a fine time to show loyalty to his cousin.
David quickly flashed a grateful smile to Darcy before meeting his wife's angry eyes. Though he fidgeted uncomfortably under the weight of the women's glares, he would not change his mind. "I will allow you to walk downstairs or in the park with the assistance of your brother or sister," he offered.
"How generous of you," Georgiana grumbled.
David managed a weak smile at his wife before finding an excuse to leave the room. "I shall see to our nephews. It is quite late and I'm sure they are hungry. I will insure they are tended to."
As soon as David left the room, Elizabeth urged Darcy, "Go apologize." He groaned but did as he was told and left the room.
"David," he called, stopping David in the hall.
"Yes?"
"Forgive me. I had no right to speak to you that way."
"You are correct. You had absolutely no right," David said sternly, before flashing the beginning of a grin. "Regardless, I am happy you are here. Your sister has been quite a handful to manage and I was hoping I could employ your help."
"Anything for Georgiana's well being..."
"I hardly need remind you, the Fitzwilliam women have not had an easy time with child birth. Lady Catherine almost died giving birth to Anne and your mother..."
"Yes, I know."
"I want to take every precaution I can. I have been trying to make sure George does not over exert herself, but she can be a stubborn woman. She knows your wife was very active when she was with child and intends to follow her example."
"But you fear Georgiana may not be as strong as my wife?"
David hesitated before answering the question, "Let us just say that I have no intention of allowing another Fitzwilliam woman to become weak or ill as a result of childbearing."
Darcy nodded. "Then we agree. I will do everything I can to influence her to be moderate in her demands and expectations."
"Thank you," said David with a relieved sigh. "I thought you would agree with me. Now let us find your sons. I believe Johnson took them to the sitting room."
They walked downstairs and immediately heard foul sounds coming from the music room. As they entered, the sight of Bennet standing on the piano forte bench, pounding on the instrument's keys, while Joshua hungrily eyed the violin hanging from the wall greeted them.
"Bennet!" Darcy scolded.
Bennet immediately stopped his playing and exclaimed, "Uncle Dragon!"
David stole a glance at Darcy's reddening cheeks and immediately surmised from where the name originated. "No, it is 'Uncle Fitzwilliam'. Can you say that Bennet?"
"Uncle Fizzwullum," Joshua said with a giggle.
"Very good Joshua," David said with a smile while grabbing Bennet off of the bench and returning him to the floor.
Amazed at David's ability to tell the twins apart, Darcy asked, "How did you know which is which?"
"Do you honestly think Joshua would create such a vile sound?"
"Good point," Darcy chuckled before putting on a stern face to scold his eldest son.
As Darcy was chastising Bennet, David walked over to Joshua. "Whass that?" Joshua asked, pointing up at the violin.
"It is a violin. Would you like to see it?"
Joshua eagerly nodded.
As David gingerly brought the instrument down, he explained, "This is an Antonio Stradivari violin made in 1732. It named 'Tom Taylor.'"
Joshua studied the instrument very intently, hovering just inches away from it, but never daring to touch it. After looking at the violin for a minute, he let out a yawn.
"Are you getting sleepy?" David asked him.
"Yes, Uncle Fizzwullum."
David returned the violin to its former resting place and then picked Joshua up. "I'll take you upstairs and tuck you into bed."
"That is not necessary. We can go to our home. It is but a mile away," said Darcy.
"Nonsense, it is late. You should stay here. Besides, is anyone at your house expecting your arrival this evening?"
Darcy sheepishly shook his head.
"Then it is settled. I will place Joshua and Bennet in the nursery and you and Elizabeth can sleep in the guest bedchambers nearby. Besides, it will give us a chance to air out the nursery and ensure it is in working order."
"Thank you," replied Darcy quietly.
"You are welcome," David answered with a slight chuckle.
The next morning, Darcy observed with some amusement Georgiana's frustration with her husband. As he opened the door to his bedchamber, he heard an argument nearby. "I am capable of walking down the stairs by myself," Georgiana said coldly.
"I know my sweet. But it is safer if I hold on to you as you descend the stairs," David replied patiently.
"Let go of me! I will walk down alone."
David gave an exasperated sigh, "If you do not allow me to hold your arm, I will pick you up and carry you down the stairs."
"You ogre!" she huffed. "And this is all your fault!"
"If I must accept the blame, I will. But may I remind you that I was not alone in this endeavour?"
"Stop reminding me!"
Darcy stifled a laugh and waited a minute before entering the hall and walking down the stairs.
"Good morning!" he said cheerfully as he entered the breakfast room. "What a pleasant day."
Georgiana scowled at her husband, "For some perhaps," she mumbled.
David looked sheepishly at her and smiled.
Just then, Elizabeth entered the room with a large smile on her face. "Good morning!" she greeted. After glancing at Georgiana's and David's faces, she gave her a sympathetic smile.
The conversation over breakfast was limited and tense. Georgiana did not hide her irritation with David and he decided not to tempt her anger by speaking.
"Why don't you go to the club this morning with William," suggested Georgiana.
David smiled, "I think this is a hint Darcy. I believe the ladies would like to be rid of us. Yes dear, if that is what you wish," he said with a nod.
Shortly after the conclusion of breakfast, David and Darcy left for their club. Once arriving, Darcy took the opportunity to see old friends and free himself from his cousin's company. He quickly settled in and began playing chess against a former schoolmate. After several hours, David tapped Darcy's shoulder at the end of Darcy's match. "I am going back home now. Would you like to accompany me or shall I send your carriage to collect you."
"No, I am done here as well. I will leave with you," he replied while rising from his seat.
As they were walking out the door, a gentleman about David's age was about to enter the club. He gave a start upon seeing David and stopped him. "Hello! Fancy meeting you here," the gentleman said in a surprised voice.
Confused, David asked, "Pardon? Do we know each other?"
"Yes of course Lord Wallingford! You remember! Or perhaps you don't, you were quite inebriated at the time," he replied with a gab to David's side. "Last time I saw you was in that brothel in…"
"Forgive me," interrupted David, "allow me to introduce my cousin, Fitzwilliam Darcy."
The gentleman bowed to Darcy, "I am Frederick Blake."
"Mr. Blake," returned Darcy icily.
Oblivious to Darcy's manner, Mr. Blake asked David, "Do you live in London now? Or are you still hopping about?"
"London is my home," returned David uncomfortably.
"We should see each other more often," said Mr. Blake with a warm smile. "By the way, did you know Warner is back in England?"
David gave a visible start to the news. "Oh?" he asked as his face drained of colour.
"He's returned from the West Indies, but only for a short time. He must return in a few months. In the meantime, I'm sure he would be happy to see you!"
"If you will forgive us Mr. Blake, I am afraid my cousin and I are late for an appointment. Good day," replied David with a quick bow before walking to his carriage.
"Good day!" answered Mr. Blake with a tip of his hat.
Darcy followed his cousin in bewilderment. He quickly entered the barouche after David and settled in the seat opposite him. "Who was that?" he asked as soon as they were on their way.
"I don't know," David said calmly.
"He seemed to know you."
"He is mistaken."
"He knew your name."
"Lucky guess."
"And who is 'Warner'?"
David turned to stare out the window for a moment before answering, "No one of any consequence to you."
Darcy's patience ran thin. "Since when do you make it a habit to become drunk and frequent houses of ill repute?"
"As I told you," replied David evenly. "I do not know that man."
"You haven't answered my question!"
"Nor will I," returned David coldly. "That conversation was none of your concern."
"Everything that may affect Georgiana is my concern."
"George knows the essentials of my character. She knows enough."
"Have you been unfaithful to my sister? Have there always been other women? Is this 'Warner' a gambling friend? You will explain this business to me! Now!"
David sat quietly with his jaw clinched. He glared angrily at his cousin. After regaining his composure, he said in a low and commanding voice, "You should know me better than to think that I will lower myself to answer your questions, regardless of the amount of roaring you do. I do not wish to discuss it and that is final."
Darcy's fury stewed. He had fretted that David would be a bully once he and Georgiana wed, but he had never imagined that David's morals and character would turn out to be as bad as Wickham's.
Chapter 10 The Cavalry is Called
Posted on Thursday, 13 January 2005
After returning to his home that evening, Darcy locked himself in his study to be alone and think. He sunk down into one of the chairs in front of his oversized oak desk and stared at the empty chair behind it. As he considered David's character, he began to recite the sins of his cousin to his father's former place. "That gentleman today surely knew David. He even mentioned him by name. He recognized him from seeing him in a brothel, yet David did not recognize him because of his heavy drinking. Could David have been tricked into going to such a place? Surely not. He has never been one to rattle about. Yet, if he was tricked into attendance, why did he not admit it openly? Why is he so guarded? And who is 'Warner'? Is he a friend or enemy? Or is he a money lender who has been giving David money to support Anne at Rosings and pay for David's other lavish expenses? During the past year, where has he been going after he left Georgiana at Pemberley? Though on occasion he goes to see his parents, he says he usually returns to London alone. Or does he return to London at all? Is it while Georgiana is at Pemberley that he makes his trips to the brothels?" Darcy ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, "I need answers and all I have is more questions."
Soft footsteps approached the door, followed by a quiet knock.
Irritated, Darcy ordered, "Go away."
"William, please let me in," Elizabeth insisted gently.
Darcy rose from his seat and opened the door. Elizabeth looked at him warily as she entered. She wrapped her arms around his waist and softly kissed his cheek. "You have been awfully quiet this evening sir. May I inquire as to the reason?"
"I've had many things on my mind," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her.
"About your cousin?"
Surprised, he asked, "How did you know?"
"Both of you were unusually grave when you returned from the club. I assumed you had an argument."
"No, it is nothing like that."
"Then what happened?"
"We met an acquaintance of David's, or at least someone who claims to have known him."
"I don't understand. Meeting an acquaintance at the club? Why has this caused you so much distress?"
Darcy's face darkened as he searched for the words to explain that afternoon's encounter. "This man said he met David in a brothel."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "No! It is too shocking! Surely there must be some mistake!" she gasped. "What did your cousin say?"
"He claims not to have known the man."
"David must be right! That man must have been mistaken!"
"But he was so secretive about it, I believe he is hiding something."
"No, he was just embarrassed that such a mistake was made. He would never frequent such a place! You cannot think that he would be involved in such a scandal. His family pride and propriety would not allow it. Besides, he loves and adores Georgiana. He practically worships the ground she walks on. His face lights up any time he is around her. He would never do anything to cause her grief."
"Yes dear, you are quite right. You must be right," Darcy replied.
Elizabeth smiled comfortingly at him. "Do not worry yourself. It is just a misunderstanding. Now come and say 'goodnight' to your sons. They won't go to sleep without seeing their Papa."
"I will follow you to the nursery in a moment," Darcy said before giving his wife a kiss.
As Elizabeth left, Darcy turned to look at his father's portrait that hung on the wall. Though he would dearly love to have Elizabeth's faith in David, the encounter that day unsettled him. There were doubts he could not overcome. He knew it would be a sleepless night.
Late that night, after tossing and turning in his bed and rousing Elizabeth from her sleep more than once, Darcy quietly rose, dressed in his red silk robe, and went back downstairs to his study. After lighting an adequate number of candles to illuminate the room, he sat behind his desk, pulled out some stationary, grabbed his pen and ink, and began to write.
London
Dear Fitzwilliam,
I hope all is well with you and Mrs. Fitzwilliam. I am happy to hear that your duties with your regiment are going well. I expect I will be calling you “General Fitzwilliam" in the near future. I hope we will see you in Town this season. My family and I will be staying in London for three months, however much of that time will be spent at your father's house.
As I am sure you know, David and Georgiana are expecting an addition to their family in five months. However, it is not because of that bit of news that I must write. The following questions will sound odd, but I have an important reason for questioning you in this fashion. Please forgive me for asking, however do you know if David has ever been involved in any activity that is less than honourable? Has he ever connected himself with men or women who are less than genteel? Is the name "Warner" familiar to you? Is he a friend of David's? I know my request is unusual, but I must know the answers quickly. Please keep our communication in the strictest confidence.
Yours &c.,
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Once he finished writing, Darcy rang for a servant and immediately sent the letter out express to Scotland. Perhaps Fitzwilliam will be able to illuminate the situation, he thought as he climbed the stairs to return to his bedchamber.
Darcy finally fell into a fitful sleep that night and rose slightly later than usual. After eating breakfast with Elizabeth, he decided to go see Georgiana while she tended to the boys.
As he arrived at the Earl's home late in the morning, he braced himself for the day ahead of him before knocking on the door. He knew he could not give any indication to Georgiana that anything is amiss, yet, he must try and find out more. I wonder if he will let me see her today, he thought as he was knocking on the door. Much to his relief, David was not home and the butler showed him directly in to Georgiana's bedchamber. He entered the room to see her fully dressed for the day, but sitting on her bed, pouting.
"I am so happy you are here!" exclaimed Georgiana. "You just missed David. He left for the morning to go to the club and see old friends. While he is away, I am locked in my dungeon," she said while frowning. "However, now that you are here, I have a perfect excuse to escape."
You have never uttered a more appropriate sentence, Darcy thought. "Would you like to take a turn in the garden or in the park? Or would you like to go downstairs to the music room?"
"Where are Elizabeth and my nephews? Surely we should consult their feelings as well."
"They are at home. The boys are still tired from their trip here and Elizabeth thought it would be best if she allow them to adjust to their surroundings. I promise I will bring them tomorrow. Until then, you have me all to yourself. Do you have a preference as to an activity today?"
"It is so lovely out, let us walk in the park, it is but a block away and the flowers are in full bloom. I would be heartbroken if I missed it!" Georgiana answered enthusiastically.
"Your wish is my command," replied Darcy while offering a hand to his sister to help her out of bed. After insisting she wear a light coat over her dress, he helped her down the stairs.
"William! You are almost as bad as my silly husband," she groaned as he was carefully escorting her out the door.
"I am sorry Georgiana. It is part of my nature to watch over you," he answered sheepishly. After a few moments of silence, Darcy slyly looked at his sister out of the corner of his eye, "Speaking of David, there seems to be a bit of tension between you and your husband…"
Georgiana sighed. "I probably should be more understanding of his tendencies. I know that he only wants what is best for me and is only acting out of fear for my health. But his overprotective nature will drive me to Bedlam." She sighed again and fell into silence as they walked along the sidewalk towards the park.
Once reaching the park, Darcy found a bench under the shade of a tree where they could sit and rest for a moment. After studying his sister's expression, he said, "I am sure he is excited about the child's arrival."
Georgiana's face saddened a bit, "I think he is happy, but I am not sure. Sometimes I think he does not want the baby."
Her answer surprised Darcy. "What draws you to this suspicion?"
"He was not very excited about the news. In fact, he seemed almost depressed and very quiet. He was very sullen for several days following my discovery. But I suppose he is just nervous about being a father… It is natural, is it not, to be nervous about the arrival of a child?" Georgiana anxiously asked her brother.
"Quite," he replied, though with less enthusiasm than Georgiana would have liked. "Of course you know that Elizabeth and I are overjoyed that our sons will have a cousin to play with very soon. I am sure we will spend many happy days at Pemberley together," he said while reaching for her hand and giving it a comforting pat.
"Yes, I too am looking forward to bringing my child to Pemberley to see you and your family. Perhaps we will even be able to convince David to stay with us during our trips."
"Perhaps," Darcy answered quietly.
After taking a turn around the park and resting underneath a shady tree for an hour, Darcy and Georgiana returned to her home. Since the birth of his sons and Georgiana's marriage, Darcy had few opportunities to spend time alone with his sister. He was glad that he had a few uninterrupted hours with her. Yet, his lingering questions about her husband gnawed at the back of his mind.
Upon their return, Mr. Johnson, the butler, greeted them in the hall. "Lady Wallingford," he said with a bow, "a gentleman came to call on you whilst you were out. He left this note for you and said he will call again."
As Mr. Johnson handed Georgiana the note, Darcy caught a glimpse of it. On the outside of the folded piece of paper were the words "To Lady Wallingford" written carelessly in a male hand. That writing looks familiar. Darcy thought to himself. I wonder why.
Upon receiving the letter, Georgiana blushed furiously as she folded it several more times into a very small square. "Thank you Johnson," she replied quietly.
As Mr. Johnson left them, Darcy studied his sister's reaction. She stared at the ground nervously while struggling to regain her composure. Darcy reached out and touched her arm to try and help calm her, but she only turned a brighter shade of red. "Georgiana…"
"Perhaps we should go to the music room," she blurted, interrupting him. "I could play your favourite piece on the piano forte," she said while unable to lift her eyes.
"Very well,” he began cautiously. "But if I may ask, why has that letter upset you so?"
Just then, David burst in the front door, startling Georgiana. "Hello George, Darcy!" She jumped and let out a small gasp.
"Hello David," mumbled Darcy in reply.
David's eyes were riveted to Georgiana's face as he strode up to them. She was still looking at the ground, but her colour quickly changed from bright red to pale white. "George, are you well?" he asked gently.
"I am fine," she responded nervously. "You frightened me when you entered the house."
"I am sorry," he answered quietly. "I didn't mean to put such a scare into you. Perhaps you should lie down. Let me help you to your room."
Georgiana nodded obediently. "Perhaps you are right. I am a little tired after my walk," she answered still unable to look up at him. She took a deep breath and finally looked up at her brother. She managed a weak smile as she said, "Good day William. Please give my love to Elizabeth and the boys."
Darcy watched as David took her arm and escorted her down the hall and up the stairs. As he watched them, a sneaking suspicion began to form that all was not right.
Within two minutes, he returned. "May I speak with you in the study?" David asked quietly.
Darcy nodded and followed him. Once Darcy entered the study, David closed the door behind him and began to pace quickly around the room.
"George did not look well. First she was very red, then turned very pale. She wasn't ill today, was she?"
"No."
"Maybe I should call a doctor. Perhaps I should not allow her to walk to the park. It may be too strenuous for her," David mumbled to himself while shaking his head.
"I am perfectly capable of looking after my sister," Darcy replied with a touch of irritation in his voice. "I assure you that I would never allow her to overexert herself or endanger her health."
"Very well. Perhaps it was not the walk that affected her health. Perhaps I did startle her."
Unable to resist questioning his cousin, Darcy interjected, "Or perhaps she was contemplating your absences from her side. For instance, where do you go after you leave her at Pemberley?"
David stopped his pacing and turned to scowl at Darcy. "As I have told you before, I either visit my parents or I return to London or Lincolnshire," he replied in an irritated voice.
"Lincolnshire?!" Darcy exclaimed. "I have never heard you speak of Lincolnshire. What possible business do you have there?"
David's eyes widened before he abruptly turned his back on Darcy and walked to a window to look outside.
"Well? I am waiting for an answer," Darcy demanded.
"It is nothing mysterious. I have a home there," he answered while staring out the window.
Surprised, Darcy blurted, "In Lincolnshire? Since when have you owned a home? If you have a home in there, why do you and Georgiana continue to trespass on your parents' hospitality and live in London? Surely you could live at your home."
"The climate is too damp for George. It is better for her here," he answered decidedly.
"Is it better for her here or is it better for you here?"
David whipped around and glared angrily at his cousin. "What are you implying?"
"It seems that you are a man of many secrets and I want to know why."
David's jaw clinched and his back straightened. "Give my regards to your family."
"You will..."
"Good bye Darcy," said David decidedly before marching from the room.
Darcy returned home, more unsettled than when he left. He knew something was wrong in the Fitzwilliam household, yet neither Georgiana nor David was about to confide in him. He knew his only hope of solving the mystery lie with Colonel Fitzwilliam.
For the next six days, Darcy anxiously awaited word from his cousin. He hoped that Colonel Fitzwilliam would answer his letter quickly and shed some light on David's mysterious behaviour. As soon as the letter arrived, Darcy ripped it open.
Tanglewood
Darcy,
All is well with Brenda and me in Scotland. My duties are going well, though you seem more optimistic about my promotion than I believe warranted. I do not know from where you get your information, but I think I am a bit young to be promoted. Perhaps in ten years, with good fortune on my side, I will be named a General. Until then, I am quite happy as a Colonel.
I must admit I was confused after I read your letter. As always, I will keep the contents of your letter in strictest confidence, yet, I do not understand the nature of your questions. I do not know of any suspect endeavour David has been engaged in nor do I know any acquaintance of his by the name of "Warner".
My wife and I will be traveling down to London in two weeks time. I hope to see you and have you explain the nature of your distress. I am sure there has been some type of misunderstanding that we can readily dispense with.
Until then, give my best to your family.
Col. Richard Fitzwilliam
Darcy was disappointed that Fitzwilliam apparently had no answers in regards to David's character. Yet, there was hope. He will be here in two weeks, he thought. Perhaps he will have more success with David than I have had.
Chapter 11 The Cavalry Arrives
Posted on Monday, 17 January 2005
Over the next two weeks, Darcy did everything he could to avoid his cousin. He went to see Georgiana only when he knew David would not be home. For his part, David also did his best to avoid Darcy. He made his plans two days in advance and always took care to inform his wife so she could pass the information to her brother. Neither man was equal to another encounter nor was either ready to give in to the other's will.
Georgiana did not question the disagreement, but bore it with equanimity. She had hoped their habits would change or fade over time, but she knew their disagreements were long standing and not easily forgiven. Though David had never told her, she believed that he still resented the months that transpired before Darcy agreed to their marriage. She knew he tried to bare her brother’s company for her sake, but often he became short tempered in Darcy’s presence. As a result, on their trips to Pemberley, he would only stay a day or two, before inventing an excuse to leave. Yet, she was thankful that he was a thoughtful husband and made every effort for her and her brother to remain close despite his differences with him. A lesser man would not take me to Pemberley at all or would speak ill of William, but David will never stoop to such measures, she sighed to herself.
Relief filled Darcy on the day Colonel Fitzwilliam and his wife Brenda were to arrive in London. He would finally have someone to whom he could express all of his concerns. Given that the Richard Fitzwilliams would be staying in the Earl's home with David and Georgiana, Fitzwilliam might be able to witness more of David's mysterious behaviour than Darcy had been privy to and perhaps discover a logical explanation.
The Darcys arrived at the Earl's home early on the day the Colonel and his wife were expected. The boys eagerly looked forward to seeing their soldier/uncle, but Elizabeth was a little nervous. Though the Colonel was always kind and Brenda thoroughly gracious, she could not but feel a little embarrassment over her broken engagement with Colonel Fitzwilliam.
As soon as they arrived, Mr. Johnson met them at the door. "Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy, good morning," he said with a bow. "Colonel and Mrs. Fitzwilliam have just arrived. Allow me to show you into the sitting room." The Darcys followed Mr. Johnson into the room where David and Georgiana were greeting the Colonel and Brenda.
"Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, Master Bennet and Master Joshua," Mr. Johnson announced as the Darcys entered the room.
"Darcy, it has been ages!" declared Fitzwilliam joyously. "And Mrs. Darcy, I hope all is well with you too."
Elizabeth blushed slightly and replied as calmly as she could, "Yes, very well."
Brenda smiled comfortingly at Elizabeth, "I am happy to see you."
"And I, you," replied Elizabeth.
Meanwhile, the boys bounded into the room. "Uncle Dragon!" Bennet cheerfully greeted David, which resulted in a chuckle from the Fitzwilliam brothers and an embarrassed flush on their cousin's cheeks.
Joshua, being the shyer of the twins, walked up to the foot of Colonel Fitzwilliam, looked up, and stared at his uniform.
"Hello there!" Fitzwilliam said with a smile. "Who might you be?"
"Joshua," came the quiet answer.
"I am your Uncle Fitzwilliam."
Joshua shook his head slightly.
"I'm not your Uncle Fitzwilliam?" the Colonel asked.
In response, Joshua shook his head and pointed at David.
The Colonel furrowed his brow, "Then I suppose I am Uncle Richard Fitzwilliam?"
As Joshua slowly nodded his head in agreement, David burst into laughter. "He knows your name better than you do Richard."
"So it appears," said Fitzwilliam before giving the boy a reassuring pat on the head.
After a few minutes and the initial pleasantries were passed, the women took the children outside to go see the butterflies that were fluttering about the garden. As soon as the women and children had gone, Darcy and Fitzwilliam passed a knowing look between them.
"I hope all is well David," began Fitzwilliam.
"Yes, very well," he replied uneasily as he watched his two companions warily.
"Georgiana seems healthy." Fitzwilliam continued breezily.
"I make every effort to insure that she is," came the quiet answer.
"She also seems happy."
"Yes, I hope so."
Fitzwilliam smiled, "Then I am sure you have found the key to marital bliss. Keeping your wife happy, that is."
David looked at his brother with some confusion as suspicions began to form in his head about the real purpose of Fitzwilliam's presence in London. He was just able to mumble out a reply before Johnson entered the room, handing David a letter. David quickly glanced at the outside of the envelope. "I am afraid that I must answer this letter immediately. If you will excuse me, I must go to my study."
Darcy furrowed his brow. "But David, you haven't opened the envelope. How do you know that it is a pressing matter?"
"It is from… rather… I have been expecting the letter for some time. If you will excuse me," he said before dashing out of the room.
As soon as David left the room, Fitzwilliam's smile turned into a scowl. He seemed very nervous and eager to escape. Very odd behaviour unless he's hiding something, he thought. Yet I cannot believe that he is deceiving us. Turning towards Darcy, he said in a low voice, "Now that we are alone, perhaps you can explain your letter."
"I am afraid I do not have much to explain. I have more questions than answers. To make a long story short, several weeks back we ran into a gentleman at the club, a Mr. Blake, who claims to have met David in a brothel. To make matters worse, he mentioned that 'Warner' was back in London and David turned as white as a ghost. In addition, I have also recently discovered that your brother owns a house in Lincolnshire."
Fitzwilliam gave a start. "Lincolnshire? David has a house in Lincolnshire? No! How can that be? You know his financial situation as well as I. I thought that the expenses he had incurred with Rosings had prevented him and Georgiana from purchasing a home after they wed. He said that he could not manage it. Now you are telling me that he owns a home?" Fitzwilliam began pacing around the room, running the facts over in his head. "How long has he owned this home? Is it a recent acquisition? Is it meant as a present for Georgiana? Who is 'Warner'? Who is Mr. Blake?"
"None of it makes any sense. If the home is intended for he and Georgiana, then why the secrecy from me?" asked Darcy. "If he was only trying to prepare a home for his family, surely he would not hesitate to share the information. But instead when I asked him why he lives in your father's home in London and not his own, he was evasive."
"This all seems very odd. I know David has his faults, but deceit? I do not think it possible. Have you performed a check of the deeds in Lincolnshire to discover how long David has owned the property and from whom it was acquired?"
"No…"
"We must do that today," Fitzwilliam commanded. "There could be an innocent explanation for all of this. It may be that David recently purchased the property and wants to surprise Georgiana."
Just then, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Quickly changing the subject, Fitzwilliam nonchalantly asked, "Ah. You are enjoying being a father then?"
"Very much so. I highly recommend it."
Just then, David burst into the room. "Forgive me. I'm afraid I forgot that I had arranged to meet an old friend for lunch. I must be off, but I will return in the late afternoon."
"Really?" asked Fitzwilliam casually. "Anyone I know?"
David eyes widened slightly at the question. He hastily spat out, "No, no, no. It's Anthony Douglas, an old school chum. We went to Eton together. Haven't seen old Tony in years."
"Well then, have a good time," Fitzwilliam said with a smile.
David bowed and left the room. Fitzwilliam waited to hear the front door of the house close and a carriage rattle away before he charged out of the room. "Come on!"
"Where are we going?" asked Darcy, while following closely on his heels.
"To a solicitor I know. The sooner we solve the mystery about the house in Lincolnshire, the better."
Fitzwilliam immediately ordered his carriage be brought for him and Darcy. Within ten minutes, they were off. As the carriage was winding its way though the city to the business district, Fitzwilliam made Darcy relate to him every detail of the information he knew about David. He also forced him to relate his suspicions and worst fears.
Within a twenty minutes, they had arrived at their destination. The coachman stopped the carriage and the footman opened the door. Darcy, followed by Fitzwilliam, exited. Darcy frowned as he stood on the sidewalk and looked up at the sign. I wished it had not come to this. Spying on David seems beneath me.
"This is the office," said Fitzwilliam. "Heathcliff Barrows, Esq. Shall we?"
As Darcy turned to look at Fitzwilliam and question whether they should enter, a familiar figure caught his eye. "Good Lord!" he gasped.
"Whatever is the matter?" asked Fitzwilliam urgently before turning to see what his cousin was gaping at. His mouth also fell open when he saw a couple walking on the opposite side of the street.
It was David and a woman.
Chapter 12 The Mysterious Lady
Posted on Thursday, 20 January 2005
Colonel Fitzwilliam could not believe his eyes. Just across the street walked his brother arm in arm with an attractive, young woman. She wore a pale pink silk dress with a delicate white lace trim, which complimented her raven hair well. From his distance, he could not tell her exact age, but by her manner of dress and walk, he guessed she was in her mid twenties. She giggled demurely at what David was saying to her. Fitzwilliam swiftly grabbed Darcy's lapel and pulled him behind the barouche.
"I do not want them to see us," warned Fitzwilliam.
"What did you do that for?" Darcy seethed. "Let's confront them now!"
"No, no, we must not. We must find out what he is up to first. Let us follow him."
"What good is that? You have seen for your own eyes that he has been lying to Georgiana!"
"Lower your voice," snapped Fitzwilliam. "Darcy, you are not thinking clearly. The first rule of military tactics is to learn as much about your enemy as possible."
"But this is intolerable!" burst Darcy.
"I know, I know," Fitzwilliam comforted. "But we cannot face him until we know all of the particulars. Once we have all of the facts at our command, we will confront him with his infidelity. Trust me, it will be for the best."
Fitzwilliam slowly peered out from behind the carriage. David was still chatting animatedly with the woman on his arm. They appeared to be laughing and enjoying themselves, though from his distance, he could not hear what they were discussing.
Darcy carefully looked out from behind their hiding place as well. "She certainly dresses well and is quite beautiful, I'll grant him that. I suppose if one must keep a mistress, it should best be someone who is attractive,” he muttered bitterly.
David and his companion walked for several more yards before stopping in front of a solicitor’s office, Mr. Burton Browne, Esq. He dropped her arm and opened the door gallantly for her. He took off his hat and gave an exaggerated bow, before she walked in. She laughed at his gesture and brushed his arm as she entered. He quickly followed her and they disappeared from sight.
"What do we do now?" asked Darcy.
"Just wait, I suppose. It would be too conspicuous if we try to enter. We can follow them once they leave."
Twenty minutes later, Darcy and Fitzwilliam's patience was rewarded by the reappearance of David and his friend. As soon as David and his companion exited the office, she turned to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. David smiled broadly and spoke warmly to her, before taking her hand and kissing it. They strolled slowly down the street, continuing their cheerful conversation.
Darcy and Fitzwilliam followed the pair, ducking behind carriages or following far enough behind them to make it difficult to be seen, though it was unlikely they would be discovered. David and his companion seemed so engrossed in their conversation, they were not aware of anyone around them. After walking a block, they entered the Regent’s Inn.
As soon as David entered the building, Darcy asked his cousin, "Now what?"
"I am not sure. Had I not seen the whole episode with my own eyes, I would have never believed it. My brother may be obnoxious and overbearing at times, but I never thought he was capable of debauchery. Let us stay hidden and continue watching for him. We must follow him wherever he goes."
About three minutes after entering the Inn, David exited alone. He wore a broad smile as he walked quickly down the street. Darcy and Fitzwilliam took up their pursuit, careful not to be detected. After David had walked several blocks, he stopped in front of a jewelry store window. He peered into the store for a moment, and then entered. After five minutes, he left holding two wrapped packages.
Darcy and Fitzwilliam watched David leave the store, and then entered. The store was small, but had a dizzying array of jewelry and gifts. A sales clerk immediately approached them eagerly. "How do y'do gentlemen. May I help you today?"
"Yes, thank you. I noticed the gentleman who just left had two packages. What did he purchase?" asked Fitzwilliam.
"I am sorry sir. We do not reveal what our client's purchase."
Fitzwilliam frowned. How are we to discover what are in those boxes?
"What are you going to buy for your mother's birthday Fitzwilliam? If you buy her gift here, there is no way we can be sure that your brother did not just buy it for her," began Darcy while studying the display case with the most expensive jewels.
"Good point," answered Fitzwilliam, understanding Darcy's hint. "Perhaps we should go to that store on the other block. They had some lovely gifts for mother there as well."
The clerk, not anxious to lose such refined customers, interrupted, "That gentleman was your brother?"
"Yes. Lord Wallingford is my older brother. Our mother's birthday is quickly approaching and I fear he just purchased a gift for her. You have some lovely things here, but I would hate to give our mother, the Countess of Matlock, a duplicate of his present."
"Well, seeing as you are related and it is for your mother, the Countess, I suppose I can bend the rules, just this once," hesitated the clerk.
"Do tell," Fitzwilliam purred.
"He purchased a beautiful pearl choker and a lovely lacquered box of Oriental design."
Ten minutes later, Darcy and Fitzwilliam left the store with small gifts for their wives and quickly returned to Fitzwilliam's carriage. "You know, you really didn't have to purchase something for Elizabeth as well," began Fitzwilliam, once they were settled inside.
Darcy managed a weak smile before replying, "And have you be the only one with a surprise for your wife? I think not."
Neither man said another word on their return trip to the Earl's home. Both had too much on their mind to be equal to any conversation.
As soon as they stepped into the house, Bennet and Joshua assaulted them. "Papa! Papa!" screamed Bennet as he and Joshua ran up to Darcy.
Darcy smiled at his sons and patted each of them on their head. "I hope you have been well behaved in my absence."
"Mmmm hmmm," answered Bennet with a quick nod. "Me?" he asked while pointing to the gift.
"No, it is for your mother. Now go back to Mrs. Thompson."
"Yes Papa," both boys responded before running back to the nursery.
"William, is that you?" Georgiana called from the sitting room.
Darcy's face paled as he steeled himself to see his sister.
She soon entered the hallway, approached him, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you have returned! You both left so suddenly, we weren't sure where you had gone."
"I-I-I am sorry Georgiana. We had a sudden scheme. That is to say…"
"That is to say that I wanted to go shopping and buy my wife a little trinket," interrupted Fitzwilliam, saving Darcy from having to explain their absence. "Darcy was good enough to accompany and we did not want to announce our destination ahead of time and ruin the surprise."
Georgiana smiled warmly at them both. "I am sure your wives will be delighted to see you. They are in the sitting room having tea."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Swiftly, Mr. Johnson appeared and answered it. A young boy, dressed in dirty clothes, stood on the doorstep, holding a note in one hand and his worn cap in another. "I 'ave a lettr 'ere fer Lady Wallin'ferd," he said before bowing.
"Thank you, I will see that Lady Wallingford receives it," sniffed Mr. Johnson while taking the note from the boy's hand.
The boy frowned. "Don't I git anythin' fer my pains?"
"Pay the lad," commanded Georgiana before snatching the letter from Mr. Johnson's hand. "I will attend to this note."
Georgiana's face flushed and her eyes widened as she glanced at the outside of the envelope.
"Georgiana, is anything the matter? Are you tired? Would you like to sit down?" asked Fitzwilliam.
"No, no. I am well," she replied before managing a weak smile. "Please join your wives in the sitting room. I will be with you shortly."
"As you wish," replied Darcy quietly.
Ten minutes later, Georgiana rejoined the party. Her features regained their composure, but Darcy could tell her mind was elsewhere.
"Did you see what surprises our darling husbands brought us?" cooed Brenda, while beaming at Fitzwilliam who was sitting next to her on the sopha.
"No, I am afraid that I was not privy to the secret."
"Richard bought me a broach," answered Brenda, showing her gift to Georgiana.
"And William brought me a lovely hair comb," added Elizabeth, showing Georgiana her gift which she already put in her hair.
Georgiana smiled, but her manners lacked her usual exuberance.
Within half an hour, David returned. Shortly after returning home, he entered the sitting room and greeted his guests. "Hello Darcy, Elizabeth, Richard, Brenda. Hello my love," he murmured to Georgiana before bending down and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello David," replied Darcy coldly, barely holding in his rage.
Fitzwilliam shot a glare over to Darcy to warn him not to say too much in front of the ladies. Darcy understood his cousin's hint, but had difficulty disguising his emotions. He felt like a volcano long overdue to erupt.
As David looked into Georgiana's face, his eyes clouded over with concern. "You look a bit ashen, my dear. Why don't you lie down for a bit? Perhaps the day's excitement has taxed you too much."
"I am fine," she said with a reassuring smile.
"No, I think it would be best if you take a nap."
"We have company."
"Your health is more important."
"David," Georgiana hissed, with growing irritation evident in her voice. "Sit down." He hesitated a moment, before obeying his wife's wishes and settling into a nearby chair.
"Speaking of not looking well David, you look rather flushed yourself," began Darcy. "Perhaps you should leave and lie down," he said with a twinge of hardness in his voice.
David seemed slightly puzzled by his cousin's hostility, but did not allow it to faze him. "I am well, thank you," he answered quietly before turning his attention back to his wife. "Did I receive any messages today George?"
"No, you did not, though I received a letter," Georgiana answered while looking directly at her husband.
David's eyes narrowed slightly. "I am afraid my day's activities have placed me behind in my correspondence. You are much better at that sort of thing than I. It is no wonder you are the only one who ever receives any messages," he replied mechanically.
"Speaking of the day's activities, where were you today?" Darcy asked pointedly.
"As I said before, I had to meet a friend for lunch."
"That's right. I forgot. And who was your lunch companion again?"
Fitzwilliam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He did not want to have this discussion in front of Georgiana. "I trust your lunch went well. Discuss the old school, eh?" he added as light-heartedly as he could.
"Lunch was fine, thank you," answered David placidly.
Though Darcy and Fitzwilliam scrutinized David's every movement, his manner did not waiver from his usual tendencies. He smiled at Georgiana and looked absolutely implacable. Darcy's veiled assault did not affect him in the least. However, Darcy grew more infuriated with David's manner than ever.
"I trust you all had a delightful day," said David.
"We had a lovely day," replied Brenda, "though I cannot speak for the gentlemen."
"Oh really?" David asked turning to Fitzwilliam. "Tea with the ladies is not to your liking?" he teased.
"Colonel Fitzwilliam and William left shortly after you did," answered Elizabeth. "It seems they went shopping to buy little surprises for Mrs. Fitzwilliam and I."
"At Suckling's jewellery store near Bond Street," Fitzwilliam added.
Upon hearing the name of the store, David's eyes darted from Fitzwilliam to Darcy, then back. His smile faded slightly as he clinched his hands together. "Really?" he said with a slight strain to his voice. "Well, it appears I am not the only one to purchase a gift for my bride today. If you will excuse me, I think I will go retrieve it now." David rose and left the room rapidly.
After several minutes, he returned with his features composed. He handed Georgiana a wrapped gift and smiled. "This is a little token to remind you of how devoted I am to you."
Georgiana beamed as she took the present from his hand. "What a charming little box," she declared upon opening the gift. "It is quite beautiful. I really don't deserve it," she said with a blush.
Fitzwilliam glanced over at Darcy and scowled.
"Where is the choker?" Darcy mouthed silently.
Fitzwilliam frowned even more as he shrugged his shoulders.
Just then, Mr. Johnson entered the room. "Dinner is served," he announced.
"Splendid. Will you not accompany me into the dining room Lady Wallingford?" David asked Georgiana while extending his arm to her.
"Of course my Lord," she smiled back.
As Elizabeth took her husband's arm, she whispered into his ear, "Whatever is the matter William? You are acting most strange."
"I will explain later," he said darkly.
Dinner was a dull affair. Try as hard as they might, the ladies could not engage the men in any conversation. Each seemed too preoccupied with his thoughts. As soon as dinner was concluded, the men went into the library for an after dinner refreshment while the ladies went to the music room.
As they entered the library, Darcy and Fitzwilliam passed a knowing look to each other. Once they were settled into their chairs, Mr. Johnson poured each a drink, gave it to them, and then left the room. "It has been an interesting day," began Fitzwilliam as soon as they were alone. "Darcy and I haven't spoken in quite a while. We had to appraise each other of the news we had heard."
"I am glad you have enjoyed your day," said David calmly.
"I do not know if I would use the word 'enjoy'. Darcy tells me that you have recently purchased a house in Lincolnshire."
"I do own a home in Lincolnshire, yes."
"Why aren't you living there?" Fitzwilliam asked.
"In her condition, the cold, damp sea air is not good for George."
"Why have I just learned of the house now?"
David, tiring of the interrogation, glared at his brother. "I did not know you were entitled to know all of my concerns. Had I realized that I needed your permission, I would have sought it," he said sarcastically.
"How long have you owned the house?"
"Is there any point to these questions? And why should I answer you?" snapped David, scowling at Fitzwilliam.
Unable to harness his emotions any longer, Darcy jumped to his feet. "The point is that we saw…"
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard followed by a scream, "David!"
Upon hearing the noise, David bolted from his chair and flew out of the room, followed by Darcy and Fitzwilliam. The three men dashed into the music room to see Georgiana lying on the ground, with Elizabeth and Brenda next to her trying to aid her.
"George!" David gasped as he ran beside his wife.
"My stomach. Sudden pain. The baby!" she cried breathlessly.
Chapter 13 A Knight in Shining Armour
Posted on Sunday, 23 January 2005
David knelt down beside Georgiana and urgently asked, "What happened?" His eyes reflected the fear and concern that gripped his heart. He studied her face intently while silently berating himself for not being in the music room to prevent her fall.
"I do not know," she replied with tears. "I was walking to the piano forte when I felt a sharp pain. I collapsed here on the floor. You do not think that means…"
"No, no. I am sure our child is just being very active," he said soothingly while stroking her face and brushing away a stray tear. "You and the little one gave us quite a fright."
Georgiana smiled meekly. "Well, it is such a bother when you and the other gentlemen are in the other room. We wanted you to come in and join us."
He forced a smile at her joke. "How do you feel now? Are you still in pain?"
She took a deep breath and hesitated a moment. "A little, but it is not like it was."
"Do you feel equal to me picking you up?"
"I am sure I can stand now."
"No, no. Leave everything to me. Place your arms around my neck and let me do the rest," he whispered as he gently scooped his wife up into his arms and slowly stood up. “I am only sorry that I was not with you when you needed me.” As she relaxed in his arms, he studied her face for any hint that he was causing her greater discomfort. It consoled him a little when he noted that she did not seem to be in greater pain.
"Put her down on this sofa," cried Darcy.
"No, she will be much more comfortable on her own bed," answered David as he began carrying her out of the room. "Go get a doctor," he commanded.
Fitzwilliam began dashing for the door when Mr. Johnson stopped him. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, I have already sent for the doctor. I sent my fastest boy to fetch him."
"Good, good," Fitzwilliam responded, his eyes wide with fright. "While we are waiting for the doctor, make sure you light many candles for Lady Wallingford's room and keep it well heated. Also, have anything that the doctor may need ready for him when he arrives."
"Such as what sir?"
"I do not know. Hot water, cold water, clean sheets, anything!" Fitzwilliam snapped.
"Yes sir, I'll take care of it right away!"
David slowly ascended the stairs, being careful not to jar his wife, and walked directly to Georgiana's bedchamber. He gently lowered her on to the middle of her bed, then placed a kiss on her forehead. "Are you comfortable? Would you like another pillow?" he asked softly as he sat down beside her on the edge of her bed.
"I am fine," she answered quietly. As Georgiana looked up into David's sapphire blue eyes, she saw his fear and concern. "No really, I am feeling much better.”
He stroked her face gently as he murmured, "All will be well, I promise. I will never allow anything bad happen to you. The doctor will be here shortly and we will find out that all is well with you and the child."
"I know."
David never took his eyes off of his wife. He whispered comforting words to her, stroked her cheek and hair, and kissed and held her hand. He did everything he could to calm her fears while unsuccessfully attempting to hide his own. Darcy, Elizabeth, Fitzwilliam, and Brenda hovered nervously near the bedchamber door. Though each did not relish intruding on such a private moment, they all wanted to be nearby in case their assistance was required. However, neither Georgiana nor David was aware of their presence. Both were too absorbed in comforting the other to pay any attention to their surroundings.
Within a half an hour, the doctor arrived. "How is my patient?" he asked as soon as he entered the bedchamber.
"I am feeling much better now Dr. Grant," answered Georgiana.
"She had a sharp pain to her abdomen about thirty five minutes ago. Since then, the pain seems to have subsided," David replied, without taking his eyes off of her face.
"Now that I am here, you must leave Lord Wallingford. I will speak with you after I finished examining your wife," said the doctor.
"No," he replied with great determination. "I will not leave her side."
Georgiana urged, "It will be fine. Elizabeth and Brenda will stay with me. It will only be for a little while. Go...”
David shook his head. "George I cannot leave you."
"It is for the best. I am sure that William is very worried. You can reassure him..."
"I do not care two straws about Darcy. My place is here with you," he resolved.
Col. Fitzwilliam quietly entered the room. "David," he said gently, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. "Let the doctor work. You will only hamper him. Come, let us leave now so that he can tend to Georgiana. It is for her benefit that you leave."
Georgiana nodded to David before he reluctantly rose. "You will inform me right away if her condition changes?" he asked the doctor anxiously.
"Yes, my Lord."
"I will be nearby," David said to Georgiana.
"Be brave," she replied with a weak smile.
As David was leaving the room, Elizabeth said in a low voice, "It would be better if you all waited in the library downstairs or else Georgiana might hear you outside her door and become more frightened." Darcy gave Elizabeth a look of concern. "Do not fret. I will stay here with her and make sure she is fine," she said.
David nodded mechanically and left the room. He turned to take one last look at his wife before Elizabeth shut the door between them. The gentlemen silently walked down the hall and the stairs. Each was too consumed by his worries and fears to be equal to any discussion.
As soon as they entered the library, David walked directly over to the Cognac decanter and poured himself a large drink. Darcy began pacing around the room like a caged animal, clinching his hands behind his back. Fitzwilliam walked over to the fireplace and with outstretched arms, leaned forward on the mantle.
As David quickly drained the contents of his glass and poured himself another, the panic and anxiety in his heart began to overwhelm him. "I cannot believe this nightmare is happening again," he mumbled before taking another gulp of brandy. "How could I have let it happen?"
"You cannot blame yourself…" began Fitzwilliam.
David whirled around and glared angrily at his brother. "Then who else is to blame?!"
"You have done everything you could for Georgiana's sake. The doctor is with her now. Everything humanly possible is being done."
David sank into a nearby chair. He dropped the snifter he was holding and buried his face in his hands. "Good God! My greatest fears are coming to pass and I cannot stop it!"
Darcy stopped his pacing to walk over and put a comforting hand on David's shoulder. "She is strong. She will recover."
David looked up and glared angrily at Darcy. "How can you say that so calmly? She is my wife!"
"And she is my sister," he replied softly. "You cannot think the worst. You must stay strong for her."
David nodded his head slightly and buried his face in his hands again. "But I cannot survive without her. She is my life," he whispered.
The men did not say another word for a full thirty minutes. Each was lost in his thoughts and knew that any words of comfort he might offer the others would ring hollow. Until they knew Georgiana's prognosis, there could be no consolation. Darcy spent his time pacing back and forth, while Fitzwilliam stared into the glowing embers in the fireplace. David struggled to contain his emotions and sat back in his chair gazing at the painting on the wall across from him. It was a large painting of his grandfather, the 7th Earl of Matlock; with his wife and their children -- Lady Anne, Lady Catherine, and his father, the former Viscount Wallingford. His eyes traveled from his grandfather, whom he vaguely remembered, to his grandmother, who was a strict and severe woman. Fitzwilliam was only two and Darcy a newborn when she died, but David remembered her with fear. At six years old, he knew that any misstep in her presence would be dealt with harshly.
The day after her husband’s death, the Dowager Countess asked her grandson, "Wallingford, you will be an Earl someday. We expect you to conduct yourself as such. Do you look forward to that day?”
“No Grandmother, I do not. I do not like being a Viscount either.”
“Why ever not?! What a foolish, headstrong boy! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Many young men can only dream of being an Earl. You will be one.”
“But Papa will be dead. I cannot wish for that.”
“What an obstinate boy you are!!!” the Dowager Countess fumed while harshly grabbing her grandson’s arm and shaking it. “I can tell that there has been a faulty amount of indulgence on your mother’s part. I will put an immediate end to this!”
His eyes next moved to his father. The previous Viscount was a young man of twelve when the portrait was painted. He stood tall and proud, protective of his younger sisters. David imagined that he probably had a very strict upbringing, but the playful tendencies of his mother softened his stern nature. Standing to the right of his father was Lady Catherine, looking as cross as ever. Was she ever happy? he thought to himself. Despite being the daughter of an Earl and blessed with a large dowry, Lady Catherine married relatively late. No man would tolerate her manners for any amount of money. And after she could not win Uncle Darcy’s affections, she was determined to marry a man with an estate just as grand as Pemberley. Lady Anne stood to the left of his father. Being the youngest in the family was reflected not only in her age and size, but by the protective way his father had his hand on her shoulder. My father said once that losing his baby sister was the most difficult thing he ever experienced. How would he feel if George... David shuddered, unwilling to finish the thought. As he looked into the faces of the two young girls, his thoughts turned to the difficulties they would later have in childbirth and Georgiana's current plight. How can I be so cursed?
Finally, the entrance of Dr. Grant into the library broke David's reverie. "Dr. Grant, do you have some news?" he asked anxiously, jumping from his chair.
"Yes I do my Lord, and though Lady Wallingford will need to be looked after very carefully, I believe the news is of a happy nature."
All three men gave a deep sigh of relief. "Then what was the matter?" asked Darcy.
"It is my understanding, Lord Wallingford, that you placed rather severe restrictions on the Lady's movements?" inquired Dr. Grant.
David shifted uncomfortably and felt a little defensive while answering the question. "It is true that I tried to prevent her from overexertion."
"And I also understand that the women in her family have a history of difficulty when they are with child?"
"Yes."
Dr. Grant nodded his head approvingly at him. "You were very wise to limit your wife's activities. Her family history places her in danger of losing the baby and becoming very ill." He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing, "Your wife will not have an easy time of it, but I believe with rest and care, all will turn out well. However, I must caution you that Lady Wallingford must not exert herself in any way more than she must. Bed rest must be the strict watch word until the happy event."
David gave a relieved sigh. "Yes, Doctor. I can readily assure you that my wife will stay in bed until the arrival of the new infant."
"Your wife might not be as cooperative as you hope, my Lord," said the doctor with a knowing smile. "Lady Wallingford is a very determined woman and will not adhere to the added restrictions placed on her with pleasure. But do not fret, her high spirits will help her through this difficult time. Now, you are probably anxious to see your wife. You may go to her, but please limit the length of your visit. She needs her rest tonight and the sooner she falls asleep, the better. I will return in the morning to see her again."
"Thank you," said David gratefully, "thank you." No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he raced out of the room and up the stairs. Every second away from his wife seemed an eternity. He wanted nothing more than to view her with his own eyes to prove to himself she was well. He ran all the way to her door, but before opening it, he hesitated. He drew his breath and calmed himself. I must look calm. I must allay her fears and she cannot know of mine. Once he believed himself ready to face his wife, he knocked softly at the door. Elizabeth quickly opened it and allowed him to enter. She and Brenda then slowly withdrew from the room to leave the couple alone and to join their husbands standing just outside the door.
Georgiana lay reclined on the bed, slightly propped up by pillows. Though she looked a little pale from the events of the evening, David thought he never saw a more beautiful nor welcome sight. "George," he said quietly as he moved to her bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, "you look very well. The doctor tells me that both you and the child will be fine."
She smiled, "It seems you were right. Running up and down the stairs this afternoon after the boys did not agree with me. I should have never doubted you for I have known for many years that you are never wrong... Will you forgive me?"
He leaned forward and kissed her gently. "My love, I will forgive you of anything as long as you stay by my side. I know I have been difficult to live with over the past months, but it has only been fuelled by my concerns for your health."
"Concerns, it seems, that are well justified," she murmured sadly.
"I would have given anything to be wrong,” he said as he caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. “I wish to God that you did not have to endure such pain and hardship. But I will do everything in my power to keep you as safe, healthy, and contented as possible."
"I know," she sighed.
David stroked her hair with his hand for a moment before recollecting himself. "As much as I hate to share you with anyone, I am sure Darcy and Fitzwilliam would like to see you as well. However, their visit must be short, and then you must rest."
"I know."
As he rose to go retrieve the others, fear overtook him again. "George?" he asked, unable to meet her eyes.
"Yes?"
"I love you... Please never leave me?"
"I never will," she answered while reaching out to grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
David kissed her hand gratefully before allowing Darcy and Fitzwilliam in her room. As they entered and began making their inquiries after Georgiana's health, he quietly retreated. He walked back to the library and sank into a chair. He wanted to be alone to contemplate the day's events.
After ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. "Enter," he called.
Darcy opened the door and walked hesitatingly into the room. "We have left Georgiana to sleep tonight."
"Good, good. It is best if she rests," mumbled David.
Darcy sat down in a chair facing David and studied him for a moment. For all of his actions, he does seem to genuinely care for Georgiana. His manner with her in her bedchamber was not one of duty, but fuelled by true depth of emotion. However he seems to be a study in contradictions. How can one man be so devoted to his wife one moment, and the next be unfaithful?
David looked at his cousin's observance of him uncomfortably. "May I help you in any way?"
"Given Georgiana's condition, my family can postpone our return to Pemberley until after the child is born. That is, if you would welcome the assistance."
"Yes, thank you. You and your family's presence here would be a great comfort to George," came the reply after some thought.
Darcy sat and continued to study his cousin's features.
After another minute, David asked, "Is there something more that you would like to say?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is," answered Darcy, with growing courage. "Fitzwilliam and I saw you this morning…”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come," David commanded.
Mr. Johnson entered the room. "Lord Wallingford, a Lieutenant George Wickham is here to see you."
Darcy's eyes grew wide in horror. Good God! His writing! That is who has been sending letters to Georgiana!