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Chapter 14 ~ The Gift
Posted on Thursday, 27 January 2005
"Give Lieutenant Wickham my regrets that I cannot see him today. Ask him to leave his card so that I may call on him later," said David coolly to his butler.
The butler bowed and quickly left, closing the study door behind him.
Though inwardly agitated, Darcy forced himself to keep a calm demeanour. My God! Wickham has been writing Georgiana! That is why she looked so upset when I saw the letters! Has she been returning his notes? What can this mean? Does David know? Has she been keeping secrets from her husband as well as her husband keeping secrets from him? Does David know about Georgiana’s near elopement? Darcy ensured that he was in full command of his voice before he asked, "What was that all about?"
David looked at Darcy placidly. "I believe the Lieutenant is your childhood friend from Pemberley, is he not?" he said casually. “I seem to recall that he is the son of your father’s late steward...”
Darcy struggled to answer without allowing his alarm to show, "Yes, yes. You are correct, though I have not seen him in several years." Not since Lydia and Wickham's wedding day.
“And he is now married to one of Elizabeth’s sisters, correct?” David did not wait for a response before he enquired, “Tell me, does your sister, Mrs. Wickham, still hold her husband in high esteem?"
The question took Darcy by surprise. "I do not believe they see each other very often," he answered carefully. "Wickham spends much of his time with the regiment and Lydia lives in Brighton with their children."
David rose and walked to a window, turning his back on Darcy. As he attempted to peer into the darkness, he considered his next question carefully. After a few moments he spoke quietly, "Does Elizabeth or any of her family have much affection for him?"
"I believe that Elizabeth and her sisters would rather not see their brother, but are forced to do so at some family holidays. Most holidays Wickham does not travel with his family, but occasionally, he does appear at Longbourn, but never when I am present." Finally, the suspense was too much for Darcy to take. "May I ask to what these questions tend?"
A soft knock interrupted their discussion. David whirled around from the window. "Enter," he said.
Elizabeth opened the door and entered the room. "William, the boys are growing very tired and it is past their bedtime. I can take them home by myself, if you would like..."
"No, no, my dear," he answered while rising. "I believe David and I are finished here for one night. Forgive me for keeping the boys out so late. We will go home immediately."
"If you would rather stay here with Georgiana, I understand," replied Elizabeth.
"That will not be necessary," said David. "George is sleeping and I'm sure she will be feeling much better in the morning. I hope to see you tomorrow."
"Of course," Elizabeth answered with a warm smile. “I am sure that all she needs is some rest and she will be much better.” Elizabeth crossed the room and took David’s hands within hers. “Please try not to worry too much. All will work out well in the end. And you should get some rest as well. You look exhausted, and as William will attest, there is time enough for being exhausted once the baby is born.”
David smiled and kissed her hand. “As you wish, my dear sister. I know little of these matters and will be guided by your counsel.”
After David helped Darcy carry the drowsy boys out to the barouche and saw them leave, he went directly to his bedchamber. He quickly changed into his bedclothes, removed a pillow and a blanket from his bed, and crept down the hall towards his wife's chamber. He opened the door slowly, careful not to allow it to creak. He slipped inside, and then closed the door quietly behind him. Silently, he walked to the centre of the room and after placing his pillow down on the floor; he lay down and wrapped his blanket around him. The room was completely silent as he lay uncomfortably on the ground, hoping to fall asleep.
After a minute, the silence was broken. "I am no longer four and you are my husband. You are permitted to sleep on the bed with me. Unless of course you prefer sleeping where your feet belong," Georgiana said cheekily.
Startled, David cried, "George! I thought you had gone to sleep. I hope I did not wake you."
"Hardly," she answered while lighting the candle on her nightstand beside her bed. "I have been waiting for you, silly."
"How did you know?"
"How did I know that you would try and sleep on my floor? Please David, I know your habits better than you do. I knew you would not want to climb onto my bed, for fear of waking me, but you also wanted to be nearby. Past history seems to indicate that you prefer sleeping on the floor to a chair, though I cannot understand why," she teased.
David rose and climbed into her bed, wrapping his arms protectively around her. "Sleeping in chairs makes my neck stiff," he answered before kissing her. "Though I must admit, I do prefer sleeping next to you over any other arrangement," he said while nuzzling against her.
"You could have fooled me," she giggled, before settling in his arms and falling fast asleep.
The next morning, David arranged for he and his wife to eat all of their meals together in her bedchamber. Although Georgiana insisted she was well enough to go downstairs to the dining room to eat or he should dine with Colonel Fitzwilliam and his wife, David was adamant. He would not leave her side and she was to follow the doctor's orders strictly.
Shortly after Darcy had finished his breakfast, he left his home to travel the short distance to the Earl's house. He was anxious to see Georgiana and allay his fears for her health. As soon as he arrived, he walked directly to her bedchamber to inquire about her health. Georgiana and David were just finishing their breakfast. She sat on top of her bed with a tray on her lap, while he ate off of a small table next to the bed, which he had moved to her room. Much to Darcy's relief, she looked much better than the day before. Her cheeks reacquired their rosy glow and she seemed more cheerful.
"Good morning! I am glad you are here William," she said as soon as he entered the room. "Where are Elizabeth and my dearest nephews?"
"Elizabeth and I did not want to bring the boys back until we were sure of your health," he answered. "I know they can be a bit rambunctious."
"While they can be a little exuberant at times, they are always welcome here," said David.
"Yes," agreed Georgiana. "I long to see their little cherub faces."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Johnson entered and whispered something into David's ear. A look of great consciousness spread over his face as he listened to the butler's message. After the message had been given, David mumbled, "There is...er...I have some business I must attend to. It is an errand of some import for an event. If you will excuse me…" before rising and rushing from the room.
Within two minutes, Fitzwilliam burst into the room. "Darcy, there you are!" he said energetically. "I've been looking for you. There is a message downstairs from Pemberley for you. I think you need to see it right away."
Concerned, Georgiana asked, "I hope nothing horrible has happened."
"No, no, nothing like that," Fitzwilliam answered nervously. "I think the steward needs to ask how much grain to purchase to feed the horses."
Darcy furrowed his brow. Connor knows exactly how much grain to buy, unless... Once glance at the look of urgency on Fitzwilliam's face told him it was not a message from Pemberley that he needed to discuss.
“By all means William, you should attend to your business immediately. Do not worry about me. I will be fine,” Georgiana exclaimed anxiously. “Please go!”
"I am sorry Georgiana. I really should take care of this now," he answered before leaving the room, followed by Fitzwilliam. As soon as they left the room, Fitzwilliam grabbed Darcy's arm and pulled him into Fitzwilliam's bedchamber, which was located down the hall.
Fitzwilliam quickly closed the door and dashed to the window. "I just saw David quickly walk to his bedchamber and remove the gift we saw him purchase yesterday. He then went outside to meet someone," he explained while looking outside. "Look! There he is!" he said while pointing out his brother.
As Darcy peered out the window, he saw David placing a pearl choker on the neck of his companion from the prior afternoon. As soon as he was done with the clasp, she reached up, touched the necklace, and whirled around to kiss him on the cheek. As the woman stepped back from her kiss, she stopped, looked deep in his eyes, and reached out to touch his arm. David apparently said something in response and a moment later, she wrapped her arm around his and they began to walk down the street, arm in arm.
Chapter 15 ~ Under General Attack
Posted on Sunday, 30 January 2005
Darcy's face turned bright crimson as he watched David cavorting with another woman. He could not imagine a more hideous sight. “Steady," Fitzwilliam muttered as he stood beside Darcy with an equally grim look, "Remember Georgiana. We cannot allow her to learn of his actions. Her health is fragile enough."
Though Darcy would love to challenge David to a duel, he knew he could not bring such unhappiness upon his sister. Alarming her by telling her what he just witnessed also seemed unwise at the moment. Through clinched teeth, Darcy growled dangerously, "If it were not for her condition, I would take her to Pemberley this instant and never let him see her again. But as soon as the child is born and they are strong enough to travel, I will take them away. I will not stand idly by and watch my sister be made a fool of and disgraced in this manner."
Fitzwilliam nodded his head gravely. "I agree. Any assistance I can give, I will do it gladly. However, she will not sit quietly by as we tear her from her beloved husband. We will have to tell her."
Darcy nodded his agreement. "There will be time for that later. It will be a blow that she will not recover from easily. Foolish, stupid, arrogant, heartless blackguard," he spat. "The disgrace and pain that she will suffer because of his actions, I cannot bear the thought."
"She will endure and recover. She will have her family surrounding her and I will make any amends I can. Elizabeth will especially be comforting in such a time, or as comforting as any person can be. Until then, the only course of action we have is to remain strong for her, protect her as much as we can, and try to keep my brother in check," Fitzwilliam said bitterly.
Darcy nodded. "Before we work ourselves into a fury that we cannot contain, we should return to her bedside. The doctor is due to arrive and I am sure she is anxious about his visit. But no matter what, we must ensure that she knows nothing. We must hide his actions from her. If she suspects his dealings, it will lower her into such a state that her health and perhaps her life may be at risk."
Fitzwilliam agreed and followed Darcy back into Georgiana's room. They entered to see Georgiana sitting on her bed and smoothing out her skirt. She had a bright smile on her face, which only seemed to emphasize to Darcy and Fitzwilliam how critical it was for them to keep their secret. They were not five minutes visiting there when Dr. Grant arrived. Darcy and Fitzwilliam left her room while the doctor was seeing his patient. They nervously paced the halls awaiting his prognosis. After ten minutes, they were summoned.
"I am happy to say that Lady Wallingford seems to be much improved today," the doctor said with a smile as soon as they entered the room. Then the doctor turned to Georgiana and reminded her, "However, I must caution you again that you require a great deal of bed rest. Please do everything you can to stay calm, quiet, and in your bed."
"I am sure that my husband will be very happy to hear the news when he returns," Georgiana said cheerfully.
"Please give my regards to Lord Wallingford. He is such a fine gentleman and so attentive to his wife. I wish all of my patients had husbands who were half as thoughtful," the doctor said with a bow before leaving.
Fitzwilliam and Darcy scowled at each other, but said nothing to contradict the doctor’s praise.
"Is that not good news William?" Georgiana asked cheerfully.
"Yes," he answered with mixed emotions. He was happy that she would not lose the baby and her health was no longer in great risk, however, he worried about the ability to protect her from David's actions. If she learns of his infidelity, she will be distraught, angry, and inconsolable, exactly what her delicate health does not need. Where is that philandering cousin of mine?
An hour later, David returned home. He went straight to Georgiana's bedchamber where Darcy and Fitzwilliam stood guard by her bedside, anxious over her physical as well as emotional well being. "David, where have you been?" Georgiana asked sweetly upon his entrance.
Slightly flustered, he stuttered, "I-I-I....ah...Sorry my love, I went for a short walk and then I had some business to attend to," before walking to her side and kissing her on the cheek. "I did not realize I would be gone so long."
Darcy and Fitzwilliam glared angrily at him as they stood protectively near Georgiana. Both fought the temptation of assaulting him on the spot as they watched him play the faithful and concerned husband. I had never believed him capable of such duplicity, thought Fitzwilliam. He has always hidden his true thoughts and motivations from me, now I know why. He wanted to preserve the image of an honourable and noble man. I cannot believe he tricked me into lobbying for his marriage. Yet I truly believed that he was sincere when he said he loved Georgiana. How could I have sanctioned such a match?
"The doctor was here while you were gone," she said.
"Really? I forgot he was to return. What did he say? How are you?" he asked anxiously.
"I am fine," she laughed. "I told you that I am a Darcy and we Darcys are stronger than you think."
I hope so, thought Darcy. I hope so.
David did not leave Georgiana's side for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Though the others ate supper downstairs, he ate with Georgiana in her room. After supper, Darcy, Fitzwilliam, and Brenda returned to Georgiana's room.
"David, why don't you join us for a nightcap?" asked Fitzwilliam, while giving a sly look to Darcy.
"Yes, good idea Fitzwilliam," Darcy chimed in. “You have been here all day. It will be good for you to stretch your legs and relax for a bit.”
David hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, I do not know," he began. "I do not want to leave George's side."
"Brenda will be with me," answered Georgiana. "Besides, you men always have something to talk about when we ladies are not present."
"Alright," he agreed reluctantly. "If my wife is going to toss me from her bedchamber, I might as well console myself with a drink. I will join you in the library in a minute."
Darcy and Fitzwilliam readily agreed and left the room. Once inside the library, they paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting David's appearance. Neither had to ask what was on the other's mind. The time of reckoning had come. They were going to confront him once and for all and would not be satisfied until they had all of the answers to their questions. As they prepared themselves to pounce on their prey, a knock came at the door before it abruptly opened. In stormed an army general, in full uniform. He looked a bit tanned and weathered, but did not appear a day over forty. The general marched into the room looking very cross. Fitzwilliam immediately snapped to attention. After crisply acknowledging the Colonel's salute, the general spoke, "I am sorry gentlemen, the butler said that I would find my brother in here. I am sorry I disturbed you."
Startled, "Who, may I ask, is your brother, sir?" inquired Fitzwilliam.
"Why Lord Wallingford, of course," came the sharp reply.
Confused, both Darcy and Fitzwilliam looked at each other. "Forgive me sir." began Fitzwilliam, "but I do not recognize you as one of…"
"I am a brother by marriage," interrupted the General crossly. "He married Susan, my younger sister. At any rate, I have something very urgent to discuss with him. Now where is Lord Wallingford?" he bellowed. Just then David rushed into the room, looking flustered. "David," growled the General, "I want to speak with you."
David took in a sharp breath. "General Warner, what a pleasant surprise," he replied flatly. "Why don't you accompany me to the library and we will speak there."
"You are in the library," snarled Darcy.
"R-r-right," said David nervously while looking wide eyed at Darcy and Fitzwilliam. "How about the study? We will have some privacy there. A-a-allow me to lead the way." He hastily left the room with the General hard on his heels.
As David and General Warner walked quickly down the hall, Darcy and Fitzwilliam heard the General mutter angrily, "I came back to England to see you and that sister of mine. If you think I will stand by and support this sham of a marriage, you are sadly mistaken!" With that, they heard the closing of a door.
"Who was that?" Darcy gasped as Fitzwilliam sank into a nearby chair.
Fitzwilliam shook his head as he stared blankly in front of him. "That must be General Thomas Warner," he answered incredulously. "He is a very influential general who has spent the past two years in the West Indies."
Suddenly Darcy's eyes grew very large as he remembered the conversation he overheard upon arriving in London.
"By the way, did you know Warner is back in London?"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."
"And who is 'Warner'?" Darcy asked.
"No one of any consequence to you."
"Oh Lord," Darcy whispered. "Do you know anything of General Warner's personal life?"
"I have never met him before, so I know little about him, except through reputation," Fitzwilliam answered mechanically. "He is supposed to be extremely strict on his men and keeps a close watch on them at all times. He requires his men to be of the highest moral character and conduct. Serving under him supposed to be torturous if he believes you are not a credit to the uniform. He does not often return to England, but when he does, he is most likely to be found in…" Fitzwilliam's eyes grew in alarm and he raised them to look at Darcy. "Lincolnshire," he whispered, “where his family home is.”
Darcy collapsed into a nearby chair with his face in his hands. "And what of his family Fitzwilliam? What do you know of them?" he asked urgently.
The Colonel began running his hands wildly through his hair while combing his memory for any titbit of information. Several minutes past as he racked his brain for any little tidbit. "Parents deceased... Father made a lot of money in trade. Family quite rich. I've only ever heard of one sister being discussed. A very large dowry." he uttered. "What can this mean? You do not think that…" his voice trailed off, as neither man wanted to complete the thought. Darcy and Fitzwilliam stared at each other in confusion and wide-eyed wonder because of the mysteries of the day.
Just then, Brenda entered the study. "Georgiana and I were wondering when you gentlemen were going to join us? We have been missing your company for far too long and fretted that you were enjoying the company in this room too much," she said archly while looking at the decanter of brandy.
"I am sorry. I had not realized that we were away for so long," said Fitzwilliam while composing his features. "David is in the study meeting with a visitor, but Darcy and I will be happy to accompany you back upstairs."
"He certainly is busy, considering his wife's condition," Brenda muttered to herself.
Darcy nodded his agreement to Fitzwilliam, before Fitzwilliam offered his arm to his wife, and escorted her upstairs. Darcy followed behind, though dreading every step. To compose his features to hide his distress from his sister seemed an impossible task.
As soon as they entered the bedchamber, Georgiana’s smile brightened. "We thought we had lost you forever," she said cheekily.
"Your brandy reserves are vast, but not that vast," responded Fitzwilliam with a smile.
Georgiana looked at her three visitors and realized her husband did not follow them. "Where is David?"
"I suppose out to distil some of that brandy he serves us every night," Fitzwilliam said light-heartedly.
Georgiana raised an eyebrow at Fitzwilliam's attempt to make a joke.
"I-I-I believe he has a visitor," Darcy swallowed hard and answered evasively.
Confused, Georgiana tilted her head to one side. "Who would call at this hour in the evening?"
"A man by the name of General Warner. Do you know him?" asked Fitzwilliam.
"No, I have never met him in my life," she answered quietly.
Darcy and Fitzwilliam began chatting nervously about the events of the day, without listening to what the other was saying. Anything to take their minds off of the visitor downstairs. After listening to them speak over each other incoherently for several minutes, Georgiana interrupted their conversation with the one question neither wanted to hear, "Tell me about General Warner…"
Chapter 16 ~ The Beauty and Grace of His Companion
Posted on Wednesday, 2 February 2005,
"What did he look like?" Georgiana asked.
"Tall," Fitzwilliam answered.
Georgiana shot him an irritated glare before turning her attention back to her brother. "How were his manners?" she asked.
Darcy considered his words carefully. "He seemed to be a gentlemanly looking man, though a little displeased."
"Displeased?" she repeated with her eyes growing large.
"Yes, it seems he and David have some unpleasant business to discuss."
Georgiana bit her lower lip as she considered what she heard. "Will you do a favour for me?" she asked after a minute.
Unsure of what his sister had planned, Darcy quietly answered, “Certainly,” but with more conviction in his voice than he felt.
"Will you look into the top drawer of my dresser?"
He nodded before crossing the room and doing as he was bid. He pulled out the top drawer of the large cherry dresser sitting in the corner of the room and peered inside. Sitting on top of her clothes was her childhood companion. "Your doll," he gasped in surprise while reaching in to pick it up. The rag doll had dark hair in braids, green eyes, and a faded peach cotton dress. It was a little dirty and a bit worse for wear, but had been well taken care of.
"Yes, Mrs. Stanley," she confirmed.
"I haven't seen this doll in years," he mumbled while inspecting it.
"No, probably not," she answered quietly. "Please take David's doll to him as soon as he is finished with his guest." Darcy stopped looking at the doll and returned his attention to his sister with a raised eyebrow. "Please?" she pressed.
Darcy and Fitzwilliam passed a quizzical look between them before Darcy left the room with Mrs. Stanley. He walked downstairs, completely baffled by the meaning of his task. As he stood outside the library waiting for David to emerge, he felt ridiculous. I cannot believe Georgiana kept this old thing all of these years. What can she intend by having me give it to her husband? What is he supposed to do with it?
After several more minutes, the door flew open and General Warner charged by Darcy without acknowledging his presence. His face was hard and angry as he marched out the door and stomped out of the house. Darcy looked inside the room to see David standing. His face was a bit ashen and one glance told him it had been a difficult discussion.
"Georgiana wanted me to give you this," he said gruffly while tossing the doll over to David.
As David caught the flying object, the corners of his mouth began to turn up. "Mrs. Stanley," he cooed to the doll, while straightening the doll's black hair and green dress. "You always did have the perfect smile to brighten my day." Then turning his attention to Darcy, he said quietly, "Please inform George I will be there shortly."
"Very well," Darcy grumbled as he left.
After Darcy left, David walked to the window, leaned against the windowsill, and peered into the darkness. As he clutched Mrs. Stanley in his arms, he allowed his thoughts to wander back to a very different time.
Fourteen years earlier, just hours after he returned to Matlock from another trip to Pemberley, his father had called him into his library to discuss the future. "Yes father, you summoned me?" he asked upon entering the room.
"Sit down David," the Earl answered while motioning for him to take a seat beside him. As David sunk into the large red leather chair, he began to feel a little nervous. His father rarely summoned him to the library unless he had a question or request of great import.
"How is Georgiana and your Uncle Darcy faring?" the Earl asked.
He considered the question carefully before answering. "As well as can be expected. Georgiana misses her mother terribly, but I believe Uncle Darcy is doing everything possible to ease her pain. The new governess seems to be working out well, though nothing can be a substitute for Aunt Darcy."
"You know it has been a year since she died," the Earl said softly.
"Yes, it was a year last week. That is why I felt it important that I should be there with them."
"And where was William?"
"He was home for the anniversary, but returned to Cambridge shortly thereafter. I believe his studies are taking up much of his time, sir. He is doing his best to be supportive and returns to Pemberley as often as his studies allow him, but as you know the first year at Cambridge can be very daunting. Darcy is a good brother. He tries to compensate for his absences by writing to Georgiana nearly every other day."
The Earl nodded and studied his son's face carefully to gauge his reaction. "You have been a great source of comfort to your uncle and very attentive to cousin Georgiana."
"She is a young child and needs her family around her at this time."
"But perhaps she does not need you as much as you think."
"Pardon?"
The Earl reached over and patted David's hand comfortingly. "David, I realize that you delayed your tour of the Continent because your aunt was sick, then you postponed it again because she passed on and you wanted to be close to the family. They were both admirable sacrifices. However, I believe the time has come for you to look after your future. Every young man should tour the Continent after finishing his studies. It will serve to strengthen the knowledge you gained in school and broaden your horizons."
David considered his father's words before nodding his head. "You are probably right. Uncle Darcy seems to have risen out of the worst of his depression and Georgiana is adjusting well. I doubt I am needed as much. When should I leave?"
"In a month."
"May I return to Pemberley to say 'goodbye' before I sail?"
The Earl smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, I think that would be best. I doubt Georgiana would like it much if you suddenly disappeared. While you are saying your farewells, you should probably see your other cousin as well."
David rolled his eyes and groaned. "Anne," he moaned.
"Now, now David. She is not as bad as all of that," his father chuckled.
"No, but Aunt de Bourgh is. She claims that you want me to marry Anne," he protested.
"While I would be very happy if you marry Anne as it would be a very suitable match, I want you to marry where your heart desires. Any gentleman’s daughter would suffice, not just Anne. You should know better than to listen to the declarations of the great Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Besides, I believe she has given up on you and set her heart on William," the Earl said with a chuckle.
Within three days, David set off for Pemberley. It was a day's ride and David was determined to get an early start. He rose just before the break of dawn and left within an hour. Though he usually rode in his carriage, it would have slowed his trip considerably. Instead, he rode on Janus, his fastest horse. He wanted to spend as much time Georgiana and his uncle as he could before he left.
"David! David!" shouted Georgiana, running through the hallway with Mrs. Stanley in tow as soon as she saw him. Her father had told her that morning that he was due to arrive and she had been waiting impatiently ever since. When she heard someone arrive at the front door, she went running from the nursery. As she reached him, he picked her up and twirled her around in the air. Her blonde curls bounced and her hazel eyes sparkled as she flew through the air. She squealed in delight as he turned her around several times.
"How are you little one?" he said after putting her down gently.
"Again! Again!" she cried while lifting her arms in the air.
"Georgiana," came an ominous warning from behind. "You are a lady and should behave as such."
David whirled around to face his uncle. George Darcy looked irritated as he stood in front of him with his arms crossed. "Forgive me Uncle Darcy," sputtered David. "It is my fault. I fear I am a bad influence on the child," he answered quickly.
As Georgiana stood nervously behind David, staying partially hidden behind her cousin while gauging his reaction and the ever protective David standing guard, ready to take the blame for any of her missteps; George Darcy could not help but smile at the pair. "Yes, you are a bad influence," he said teasingly after a moment of silence. "There is a distinct possibility that you will spoil her to death and she will become as incorrigible as you."
"Hello Uncle Darcy," David said with a bow and a relieved smile. "I hadn't intended to return so quickly but…"
"But you wanted to say goodbye before you left for Italy," Mr. Darcy nodded. "Your father wrote to me. How long will you be gone?"
"I do not know really. At least six months and very likely longer."
"You're going away?" Georgiana asked sadly.
It was at that moment that David realized he made a mistake. He had intended to break the news more gently. He spun around to face her and smiled. "Err... Yes," he replied while looking down at her. She looked up at him with her eyes welling with tears and her lower lip quivering. "Georgiana, do not worry. I will return again," he pleaded, but that only made her cry.
"Your cousin will return just as your brother always does," added Mr. Darcy.
"But everyone is always leaving me," she said in a very small voice.
"Your father never will. And I promise to write you every week and send you presents from Rome and Paris and all of the other places I will visit," reassured David while reaching down and scooping her up in his arms.
"I would rather have you stay here," she continued.
"Sometimes that is not possible," David answered. "Young men must go away. Your brother must go to school and I must go to the Continent."
"Why?"
"Young men always go away to finish their education," answered Mr. Darcy.
"Why?"
David and Mr. Darcy looked at each other quizzically. How do you explain the habits of generations to a child of five? "Because that is the way the world works, sweetheart," Mr. Darcy finally answered.
"Will you promise to write me?" she asked.
"Every week," David nodded.
His weeklong visit to Pemberley was a trying one. Knowledge of his leaving brought back Georgiana's nightmares with full force. He slept on her floor every night to wake her from her dreams and comfort her. She feared that she would never see him again. After several days, the constant reassurances and promises of frequent letters helped to placate her. He tried to explain as thoroughly as he could that he could not return to Pemberley as often as her brother did, and it would likely be some time before he would see her again. However, his promise of writing her every week and sending her gifts, helped to assure her that he would return again.
After leaving Pemberley, David rode to London to prepare for his trip. After his preparations were completed, he traveled to Rosings Park. After visiting with Lady Catherine, it was with a gladdened heart that David set sail for Italy. He had never been to Rome, Madrid, or Geneva and looked forward to finally see the places he had read so much about. When he first landed in Rome, he attacked everything with vigour, eager to squeeze as much out of his time as possible. However, by the time he reached France, the four months of wandering around Europe had wearied him to the novelty of seeing new places. Although the cathedrals, statues, and symphonies were impressive, he longed to hear the everyday speech of an Englishman. He had tired of struggling with his French, Italian, Spanish, or German, or talking politics in a bistro with the stray Englishman he ran across. He was feeling a bit melancholy as he sat down on a bench near the Seine, watching the large river flow lazily by as the Parisians scurried to their destinations. He was considering returning to England, when he saw an attractive young woman of about twenty and a girl about ten years younger walking by the river, coming towards them. The pair had matching black hair, porcelain skin, and radiant green eyes. The young girl kept kicking any stray stones that she came across.
"Sharon, will you please behave like a lady?" said the woman to her companion.
"But Susan," whined the girl, "I'm bored. It's cold. I want to go back to the inn."
"We are in Paris and you should not spend your whole time in the inn. Besides, Papa told me to take you for a walk. Now come along and be good," the woman admonished gently.
David couldn't help but laugh at the exchange. It reminded him too much of discussions he had with Richard when they were younger.
The woman looked up, startled that someone had overheard the conversation. A blush spread over her cheeks as she began to apologize, "Pardonne..."
"Please, the apology should be mine," David said while rising from his seat and bowing. "I did not intend to listen to your private conversation, but it reminded me so much of former exchanges with my younger brother that I could not help myself."
"You are an Englishman," squealed the girl.
"Sharon, enough," whispered the woman. Then turning her attention to David, she said, "Forgive my sister sir. We have been touring France with our father for sometime and my sister has been a bit homesick."
"I am homesick as well," said David as he smiled at the girl. "In fact I was just sitting on this bench longing to speak to someone in my native tongue, and I look up and here you are. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is David Fitzwilliam," he said with a bow. "And you must be Sharon."
"Yes, Sharon Warner," said the girl before curtseying. "And this is my sister, Susan."
"Miss Sharon Warner, Miss Warner, I am delighted to meet you. You have brightened my day considerably," David said while catching Miss Warner's eye, causing her to turn a deeper shade of red. "I thought I was doomed to spend another desolate day without a soul to talk to, until I met you. If you will allow me, it would be my honour to be your escort."
"That would be nice," chirped Sharon while offering her arm to David.
As David took the young girl's arm, Susan's face took on a deeper shade of red as she tried to apologize, "Mr. Fitzwilliam. I..."
Turning his attention to Susan, David asked her softly, while offering his arm to her, "Will you please do me the honour as well?"
Though he was a very handsome man, under normal circumstances she would have been flattered by the request, but would have declined. However, the kindness he demonstrated towards her sister as well as the vulnerability and pleading in his eyes overwhelmed her. "Yes, of course," she whispered while taking his free arm.
"Thank you," he whispered back with a smile.
As they walked along the bank of the river, David felt his heart race. He couldn't help but steal glances at his companion. In his entire life, he had seen few who could match the beauty and grace of Susan Warner. But her beauty seemed more than skin deep. She displayed a gentleness when dealing with her sister that was most alluring. "How long have you been in Paris?" he asked.
"We have been here three weeks," answered Sharon. "I do not like it much. It is very cold here. I miss home."
"I am afraid my sister has not developed an appreciation for the beauties that Paris has to offer," added Susan. "We have been traveling for several months and she has grown a little tired of the sights."
"I can well understand how that may occur," David said while nodding his head sympathetically. "And where, may I ask, is home?"
"We live with our father in Lincolnshire," Susan replied.
After spending a delightful half hour with the Miss Warners walking along the banks of the river Seine, David escorted them back to their inn, located near where he originally met them. He accompanied them back and left after securing a promise of another walk the following morning.
While he walked back to his hotel, just two blocks away, he began whistling a tune. As he entered the establishment, he observed that the décor was not nearly as dark and gloomy as he once believed. His surroundings seemed lighter and airier than when he left. He entered his apartment in very good spirits. He quickly took off his jacket, hat, and gloves and tossed them onto a chair in the sitting room before walking to the window and opening the windows wide, allowing the cold winter air to burst in.
"Hello Stevens," David said enthusiastically as soon as his valet entered the room.
The man looked at his master with surprise. Over the past month, he had noticed David's weariness of travel. Having worked any wanderlust out of his system, he had expected that his master would decide to conclude his tour of Europe and leave for England shortly. However, his current cheerfulness would seem to indicate otherwise. "Have a good day my Lord?"
"Yes, very," responded David happily, then continuing to whistle.
The sight of his master in such an agreeable state brought a smile to his lips. He had been in service with the Fitzwilliam family for ten years and always thought David was entirely too serious. He knew his master had many responsibilities foisted upon him at a young age, and feared that the young man never had the chance to enjoy life.
"Ah, then you must have laid your eyes on a pretty woman," Stevens said with a chuckle. "For no man is ever so cheerful as when he fancies a lady and she fancies him back."
"You astonish me Stevens. I have just met Miss Warner this morning. I have no knowledge of her character or heart yet, save the hour I spent with her, nor do I have any assurances that any interest on my part might be returned. I can say nothing about her other than she is pleasing to the eye and is an enchanting conversationalist."
Stevens laughed again. "Though you may not realize it yet, you are bewitched by her. I have never seen you this smitten. This may be a momentous day. You may have met the future Lady Wallingford."
"Really Stevens. Isn't marriage speculation a job of the ladies?" David replied with a shake of the head before carrying on his tune.
"If it so pleases you my Lord, I will keep my beliefs to myself, though I believe your discomfort stems from the fact that I may have hit closer to the mark than you wish to acknowledge. However, I would recommend that you close the window. You cannot see the lady tomorrow if you catch a cold today."
"Very well," David muttered while turning to close the window. After he completed the task, the full force of his manservant's statement hit him. "How did you know that I was to see Miss Warner again?"
"A lucky guess sir," Stevens answered with a smirk.
Every single morning for the next week, David met Susan and Sharon at the river where they first met and accompanied them on their walk. Their conversations spanned a wide number of topics and he quickly learned that Susan was well educated, opinionated, and possessed a keen mind. He found her captivating and unlike any lady he had ever met. The ladies he met in society were simpering, smirking, and too willing to let their opinion be dictated by his. When he had to leave the sisters each day, his heart was filled longing for when he could see Miss Warner again.
On his eighth morning after walking with the Miss Warners, David did not walk directly back to his hotel as had been his habit. Instead, he decided to stroll by some of the Paris shops. Thoughts of Sharon were on his mind. She had been very patient while David and Susan talked at length every morning. The girl seemed amiable enough, but sometimes he caught a look of sadness in her eye. The poor child is probably bored to tears, he thought. I have been thoughtless. She cannot like always being the chaperone for our walks. I will find something to amuse her.
After looking in several store windows, he saw exactly what Sharon would like. It was a Fuchsia coloured silk kite with a long white tail made of ribbon. Yes, that will do nicely, he thought with a smile on his lips. David immediately entered the store and purchased it.
The next morning, he fiddled with the kite as he waited eagerly by the river for the Miss Warners to arrive. Exactly at their appointed time, they arrived. Sharon waved to him and smiled as the ladies approached. "Good morning ladies," he said with a bow.
"Good morning Mr. Fitzwilliam," answered Susan. "Taken to playing with toys have you?" she asked archly.
David coloured slightly as he offered the kite forward, "No, this is not for me. It is a gift for you Miss Sharon, unless your sister would prefer to play with it."
"Oooo," squealed Sharon, "May I have it Susan?" she asked her sister with a hopeful twinkle in her eye.
"Yes of course," said Susan with a giggle and a demure smile to David.
"Thank you Mr. Fitzwilliam," said Sharon shyly while taking the kite from his hands.
"Do you know how to fly it? I can show you if you would like," he offered.
Sharon shook her head. "My brother taught me how to fly a kite. I have one at home, though not as fine as this. This is very pretty!"
"Not as pretty as its new owner."
Sharon turned glowing red at his compliment, causing Susan and David to suppress a laugh. They stood beside each other and watched silently, as Sharon was quickly able to get the kite into the air. Sharon laughed in delight as she watched the bright kite fly over the Seine.
"Thank you Mr. Fitzwilliam," Susan said quietly after several minutes of watching her sister play. "I have not seen her this happy in a long time."
"You are welcome. But I thought she deserved some reward for listening so patiently to some of our discussions. Though I still believe you were wrong yesterday," he added with a sly grin.
"Who? Me?" she asked innocently. "That is a terrible thing to say and I will not allow it to go unquestioned. What could I ever be incorrect about?"
"The country, Madame. The views from the peaks in Derbyshire are truly breathtaking. I assure you that their beauty is unsurpassed. And the rolling green hills of the countryside dotted with lakes and streams... How can you ever believe that there is a sight lovelier in the entire world?"
Susan shook her head and giggled. "You are a bull headed one aren't you? No, there is nothing as majestic as the view off of a cliff overlooking the sea. The sea is an ever changing thing. When it laps up on to the shore, it can be as gentle as a lamb. But when it is stormy, it can be as destructive as a monster. And its colour is always changing."
"What, the sea is not always blue where you live?" he teased.
Susan shot him a vexed glance and continued undeterred. "When it is stormy out, there are white peaks on top of the ink blue, angry waters. After a storm, the sea often takes on a greenish tint, shedding its foreboding nature. And when it is calm and sunny out, the sea is often light and playful. The country, while beautiful, does not possess the myriad of personalities the sea displays. I miss it terribly and never want to live away from it," she said with a sigh.
"Perhaps you are right," David said softly while admiring the far away look in her eye. "Perhaps the sea is God's masterpiece. I stand corrected."
Susan raised an eyebrow and grinned at him. "Somehow I believe that is not something you say often sir. I do believe I should feel privileged," she said teasingly.
"I do not often admit I am wrong because I am rarely wrong," he answered with a smile.
"That is what you believe," she said with a laugh.
The next morning while he sat impatiently at the bench waiting for the ladies to arrive, he began considering what his life had been before he met Susan. Being the oldest son in a distinguished family had given him a lonely childhood. From a very early age, he had been set apart. His grandparents constantly reminded him that he was different. He was special. He was not like other children and was expected to conduct himself thusly. Whatever he said should be taken as law, especially within the family. As a result, he had built a shell around him that made him appear aloof or imposing to anyone who might question his authority. Yet living under such conditions could sometimes be a strain. Even though he felt more tenderhearted towards others than his words sometimes indicated, he could not show his emotions. His grandparents and Lady Catherine had impressed upon him his need to reign with an iron hand and guard the family dignity and honour. During his twenty three years in the world, he had lived his life according to their rules.
Yet, Susan did not placate him as most did, rather, she challenged him. Unlike every other person he had known, she did not bow to his every whim. Instead, she forced him to question his own beliefs and defend them. As he considered Miss Warner, a frown came to his lips. She was perfect in every way for him, except one. Her father was in trade and not a gentleman. Granted, he was very wealthy and probably held a lifestyle equal to any gentleman, but he was in trade nonetheless. If David were left up to his own devices, he wouldn't give a second thought to her father's position in life. He had long realized that the position he held had nothing to do with merit, only chance. Yet, he knew it was not up to him. His family would have to be reckoned with. Though his father wanted him to marry for love, there was an expectation that he would marry someone of equal birth. Lady Catherine had always professed her beliefs, as did her parents before her, that he should marry someone of noble birth. They would never accept such a union of me, he thought. They will shun me and I will have disgraced my family.
The sight of the ladies approaching him broke David's reverie. At a glance, he knew all was not well. Both looked a bit pale and avoided meeting his eyes. Sharon held the kite he gave her in her arms.
"Good morning ladies," he said while rising from his seat and bowing to them. "It is a lovely day, shall we explore a new path?"
"I'm afraid we cannot go with you today Mr. Fitzwilliam," Susan said hesitantly.
"Why ever not?" he asked with concern creeping into his voice.
"It's Papa," said Sharon with a frown. "He does not like you."
"Sharon," Susan sharply rebuked. "That is enough. Allow me to explain."
Distressed by their unusual demeanour, David fought to keep panic from being evident in his voice. "What is the problem?" he asked calmly.
"Our Father is a bit upset,” stammered Susan. "I am afraid that we must return the gift you gave Sharon with our thanks and compliments. I'm afraid we can never see you again."
"Why ever not?" he exclaimed.
"My father has forbidden us from ever seeing you again. I am sorry," she said quietly, while her eyes became misty. "It isn't you. It is my father. He doesn't believe someone of your station in society is suitable company for us. I know he is terribly overprotective, but he thinks you are beneath us. Good bye Mr. Fitzwilliam."
Chapter 17 ~ The Rejected Suitor
Posted on Sunday, 6 February 2005
David stood in shock. He could not believe his ears. He blinked his eyes in disbelief. Never in his twenty three years had he ever been told he was beneath anyone. A tradesman believing that I am not good enough for his daughters? Impossible! "What have I done to offend your father?" he asked incredulously.
"The fault is mine," Susan said haltingly before beginning to cry. "My father has been very overprotective since… And I feared telling him of our walks because he would not have let us go. He rarely lets us out of his sight as it is. When Sharon came back to the inn yesterday with the kite, he did not believe me when I told him that I bought it for her. I know it was wrong of me to lie. So he thought the worst and forbid us to see you again. We had to beg him to allow us to see you one last time to say goodbye."
The sight of Susan's tears moved David deeply and silently he cursed her father for making her so unhappy. He quickly reached into his pocket and grabbed his handkerchief and handed it to her. "Perhaps there is another solution."
"I dare not defy him."
"No, no," he protested. "And I would never have you do so. Instead, I shall call on him this instant. Once we are properly introduced, I am sure I will put his fears to rest."
"No!" she exclaimed nervously. "Not now."
"I would like to meet your father, Miss Warner. When is most convenient?" he pressed.
Sharon looked over at Susan furtively and bit her lip as Susan looked into David's eyes for any trace of doubt. "Perhaps you could call on us this afternoon and join us for tea?" she asked.
"That sounds splendid."
"Yes, splendid," Susan mumbled with a frown.
David looked at the ladies with a growing sense of alarm as a suspicion formed in his head. "May I inquire as to what distresses you both? Do you no longer wish for my company? I do not wish to be a nuisance."
"No, it isn't that," Susan uttered. "It's just that my father can be somewhat...imposing at times."
David tried to reassure her with a warm smile. "If that is your only concern, do not fret. I am no shrinking violet."
As Sharon gave Susan another worried look, Susan returned David's smile with a weak smile of her own. "Then we look forward to seeing you this afternoon for tea."
That afternoon, David dressed with care and arrived at the Warners' door precisely at five o'clock, the agreed time. He knocked at their door and was promptly greeted by a maid. "I am David Fitzwilliam," he announced.
"Yes sir, Mr. Fitzwilliam. The family has been expecting you. Please come in," she said with a curtsey. The maid took his hat, gloves, coat, and walking stick as soon as he entered and showed him into the parlour, which was attached to the small entryway.
As David strode into room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the gentleman who was sitting straight in front of him. Susan, who was sitting on her father's right, rose immediately and began to make the introductions. "Father, this is David Fitzwilliam. Mr. Fitzwilliam, may I present my father, Jonathan Warner."
"Mr. Warner," David said with a bow. "I am delighted."
"Yes, I am sure you are," Mr. Warner grumbled under his breath as he rose from his seat and gave David a slight bow. "Please Mr. Fitzwilliam, why don't you have a seat?" he asked while indicating the seat opposite him. Mr. Warner had arranged his chair so he faced the door, with his daughters sitting on either side of him. David's chair sat alone, opposite the family.
David did as he was bid and sat down. He observed Mr. Warner's manner and dress and quickly sized him up. Mr. Warner was dressed in a very fine suit, quite equal to his own. He possessed a full head of white hair, which contrasted with his tanned and slightly weathered skin. He looked very gentlemanly in appearance though a little tan, yet the somewhat cross expression on his face indicated that his visitor did not please him. David's confidence remained high though. He had spent too many years sitting opposite Lady Catherine's inquisitions to give much consequence to Mr. Warner's early dislike.
"So Mr. Fitzwilliam, my daughters tell me that you are touring the Continent," Mr. Warner began.
"Yes," David replied. "I felt it was an important aspect to my education."
"If it is so important, why did you never embark on the trip earlier?" Mr. Warner questioned while raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you a bit old to be touring the Continent now?"
Susan shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her expression made it obvious that she would rather be anywhere but present for her father's interrogation. However, David smiled serenely at her while answering the question. "I agree sir. However, family matters prevented me leaving England after I completed my education at Cambridge. It wasn't until six months ago that I felt I could leave for an extended time."
"Mmmm hmmm," Mr. Warner mumbled with a frown. "And I'm sure you show a prodigious amount of care towards your family."
"Of course."
"What, may I ask, does your father do?" Mr. Warner asked while narrowing his eyes.
"He is a gentleman," replied David calmly.
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Actually, he is an Earl. The Earl of Matlock," answered David confidently. He took a deep breath as his chest swelled with pride.
"And you are a younger son?" asked Mr. Warner suspiciously.
"No, I am the eldest in my family," he said with a self satisfied smile. Certainly that will garner his approval.
"I presume you are a Viscount or a Baron then?"
"Yes, I am the Viscount Wallingford," David answered proudly.
The ladies looked stunned at his revelation. They had no idea as to his position in society. Their discomposure was not missed by their father's ever watchful eye. "Then why, Lord Wallingford, have you taken pains to conceal your identity?" growled Mr. Warner suddenly.
His reaction startled David. David's confidence was a little shaken as he struggled to construct an answer. "I did not conceal it, sir. It never was a topic in conversation."
"Do you often take to misleading young ladies?"
"I-I-I beg your pardon sir. I never intended to mislead them," he stuttered, his confidence fading with every second that passed.
"Then why did you never mention you were a Lord?"
"I..."
"I will tell you, my Lord, why you did not mention your position," roared Mr. Warner. "You did not wish to reveal your status because you no doubt wanted to garner the good will of my daughter. Buying my youngest presents to worm your way into both of my daughters' good graces! It wasn't until after Susan's affections were secured that you intended to reveal that you are a Viscount. No doubt you are a foolish spendthrift. All of you careless ‘gentlemen’ are all alike! You are after my daughter's dowry to prop up your failing finances. Let me guess, you have gaming debts or your father has been forced to retrench."
"No sir!" protested David, growing a little angry at the accusation.
"Really? Then why tour Europe now? No doubt to avoid your creditors! Or perhaps to find a wealthy heiress to marry? I suppose your estate is badly in need of repair and you expect to finance it with my daughter's money. Well, my Lord, your plans have been thwarted!" declared Mr. Warner triumphantly while rising from his seat. "Good day."
"Sir!" David said sharply while jumping from his seat. "You have laid a grievous charge at my door and I will be allowed to defend myself. It is true, I did want to secure the good opinion of both your daughters…"
"Ha!"
"I did not want to reveal my title because I wanted their good opinion separate from my position. People are always bowing to me and mothers are throwing their daughters at me because of what I am and not who I am. I assure you, I had no designs on your daughter's dowry. I am not a gamester and have no outstanding debts. My family's fortune is in tact and I will inherit an income of nearly nine thousand a year as well as a large, well maintained estate in Matlock and a house in Town! I do not need your money. I only desired your daughters' company because they are intelligent, charming young women and I longed for some pleasant conversation in my mother tongue. Now if you will excuse me, I shall take my leave," David said indignantly.
"Your title does not impress me nor does the power of your family intimidate me."
"I would never have it otherwise sir," David replied coldly.
Mr. Warner wrinkled his brow a bit and studied David carefully. The young man's blazing eyes did not hesitate to meet his glare and his confidence was unwavering. Unlike the other blackguards that have tried to court Susan, this one does not retreat. "You claim that your family is financially sound. You do realize that I can discover if you have lied," he said with some self doubt evident in his voice.
"It is of no consequence to me whether you investigate my family. I have nothing to fear. I have told you the absolute truth and have nothing to hide," David declared with great determination.
Mr. Warner looked down at the vexed faces of his daughters. Have I misjudged? Could this man be whom he says he is? After a minute of looking David over, he conceded, "Perhaps I have been a little quick to judgment, my Lord. I do apologize. Please, have a seat."
"Please, Lord Wallingford?" asked Sharon in a very small and nervous voice.
David looked at both ladies before deciding to return to his seat. In his life, he had never been so insulted. Yet, his fondness for the sisters prevented him from leaving.
Mr. Warner sat back down and watched David as he slowly returned to his chair. "I do apologize if I was a little abrupt with my manner. My wife was always admonishing me for my temper. You see, my family is the most important thing in the world to me. Both of my daughters have dowries of fifty thousand pounds apiece. Though my youngest is still too young to attract much notice, Susan has had many suitors, most of whom are more interested in the size of her purse than her heart."
"I can sympathize with your desire to keep your daughters safe from such mercenary pursuers. I, myself, am often a victim of a similar fate. If I had a sister, I would no doubt guard her as zealously as you do your daughters," David answered civilly.
"You have no sisters then?" asked Susan, finally able to regain her voice after the embarrassment of her father's outburst.
"I had two sisters. One died during childbirth and another died from influenza along with a brother when they were very young. Only my younger brother and I remain."
"It must have been very painful for your family," she said sympathetically.
"Yes," David answered quietly. "It is very difficult burying a younger sibling. But we all have our own crosses to bear."
"Is that the difficulty that kept you in England?" she asked.
"No, my aunt passed away last year and my uncle and young cousin were having a difficult time of it," he said softly.
"Your cousin, how only is he?" asked Sharon.
"My cousin is a young girl of five."
"She's very young to have her mother die," Sharon said quietly, while turning her face away from him. Concerned, Mr. Warner looked down at her and put his arm around her shoulders.
As David looked at the scene before him, the picture became very clear. During his acquaintance with them, the ladies spoke little of their mother and never in the present tense. As he caught Susan's eye, he asked softly, "When?"
"Late in the Spring," she said while looking worriedly at her sister.
"I am sorry," he whispered.
"My dear child, are you feeling quite well?" Mr. Warner asked Sharon.
The girl shook her head in response.
"Perhaps you should go and lie down," he suggested gently.
David quickly stood and bowed as Sharon rose to leave the room. The look of pain on the child's face reminded him of Georgiana and the difficulties she had dealing with her own mother's death. His heart broke as he thought of the pain Susan and her sister must be enduring. After Sharon left, he returned to his seat. "I-I-I am sorry," he stammered. "I had no idea. H-h-had I known, I would have never..."
Mr. Warner raised his hand to silence him. "Please do not apologize. You could not have known. Sharon has had difficulties adjusting since her mother and brother's passing. I had hoped this holiday and change of scenery would have relieved some of her pain, but it has not," he said quietly. "My wife, youngest son, and daughter were involved in a carriage accident in which only Sharon survived. I have one other child whom you have not met, an older son who is in the army. Sharon worries constantly that some mishap will befall him as well. I do not know how to comfort her."
"I am sorry about your tragedy. There is probably little that you can do other than try and comfort her. It has been said that 'time heals all wounds.' I hope it is the case," said David sympathetically.
After a moment of silence, Susan recollected herself and turned the conversation to happier topics. David spent an hour with Mr. Warner and Susan and secured Mr. Warner's good opinion. After conversing with him on a number of topics and observing his manner, Mr. Warner began to believe in his merits. To make up for his initial rudeness, Mr. Warner invited him to have dinner with the family the next day.
David returned to his hotel in heightened spirits. For the first time in his life, he had won someone's good opinion in spite of, not because of, his title. He also understood much more about the Warners than he had previously. He respected Mr. Warner for guarding his daughters so carefully and looking after their welfare. His admiration for Susan swelled when he thought of how she cared for her sister. She will truly make a good wife for anyone lucky enough to secure her good wishes. Most of the remaining evening was spent weighing his family's disapprobation against Susan's merits in forming a union with her. By the next morning after tossing and turning all night, he had decided. I may go my whole life without meeting another person half as wonderful as Susan. I cannot allow myself to lose such a treasure.
He dressed with a prodigious amount of care that day, fretting and fussing over every detail. Stevens observed his master with great amusement. After tolerating Stevens's snickers for a half hour, David finally growled, "Why are you smiling? What is it about me that amuses you so?"
"My Lord, I would recommend that you be in a better humour when you ask for the lady's hand. Remember that women like to be swept off their feet by a knight in shining armour. Not ordered about like a farm animal."
David laughed at himself. "I am that obvious, am I?"
A week later, David took Susan for long walks in the shopping district to purchase her trousseau. Though it was not the custom for fiancé to be with his future bride on such excursions, he enjoyed the task. He relished every moment he had with his lady love. On one such trip, they came across his valet, who was on his way to the inn after some errands.
"My Lord," Stevens said after bowing to him. "You have received a letter from Miss Darcy. I have it here if you would like."
"Yes, I would like to have it now. I have been waiting for a word from her for some time," he answered as Stevens reached into his pocket and pulled out the note.
"Miss Darcy?" Susan asked while raising an eyebrow at David.
"S s she is my cousin," he stuttered while taking the note. "Thank you, that is all," he told Stevens. The valet bowed and after looking at David and Susan for a split second with a grin on his face, he left them and continued on his way.
"Your cousin? Oh, I see." she replied while looking at him skeptically.
"Georgiana is my six year old cousin," he quickly explained while opening the letter.
"She writes quite well for a six year old," commented Susan while glancing at the note.
"It is her father who writes the notes for her," he uttered in a panic. David was about to hand her the note to prove his point, when he looked into her eyes. There was such a mixture of delight and teasing in them that he immediately relaxed. "Oh Susan, I can't wait for you to meet her. She is a wonderful child and I am sure you will grow to love her as I do."
Susan burst out laughing. "Yes, indeed I look forward to meeting all of your family."
But I don't look forward to introducing you, thought David.
That night, David returned to his hotel after dinner with the Warners feeling like his neck was stuck in a guillotine. He had yet to write any of his relations concerning the engagement. In fact, he had not mentioned the engagement to anyone but Stevens. The family will reject her without even so much as meeting her, he thought gloomily. As soon as they receive the letter, Father will order me home or come here to drag me away. I would be foolhardy to believe Lady Catherine will stand quietly by for this marriage. She will give the whole family and me as much grief as possible. He shook his head. Lady Catherine is impossible, but if my parents could only meet Susan before they build a prejudice against her, they will learn to love her as I do, he thought optimistically. If only there was a way.
A month later, David and Susan were married in a small church in Paris with Sharon as the bridesmaid and Stevens as the groomsman. Mr. Warner gave the bride away and the small party of three witnessed a very happy couple exchange their vows. As the groom had yet to mention a fiancée, let alone a bride, to any of his relatives or friends, none were in attendance for the nuptials.
After the ceremony, the newlyweds traveled to Bordeaux to spend their honeymoon. Once in Bordeaux, David met Philip Coglin. A distant cousin of Susan's on her mother's side, Philip was two years older.
"Philip!" Susan squealed in delight as soon as he entered the drawing room of the small cottage that she and David had rented. She quickly ran to him and leapt into his arms. "Oh Philip, it is so good to see you!" she cried.
"You are a sight for sore eyes as well, Puppy," he replied. "Or must I call you Lady Wallingford from now on?" he teased.
As David stood by the doorway of the room watching the scene unfold before him, a silly grin began to form. The happiness on Susan's face to see her cousin warmed his heart, yet he did not want to intrude on such an intimate moment. He had momentarily considered quitting the room when Susan broke from her cousin's embrace.
“Oh Philip! You have not met my husband yet, forgive me. David, this is Mr. Philip Coglin. Philip, this is Lord Wallingford."
"Mr. Coglin," David said with a bow. "Welcome to our temporary home."
"Please Lord Wallingford, we are cousins now and I fear our family is not as formal as it ought to be. Please call me 'Philip' as does the rest of the family," he said.
"Then you shall call me 'David.'"
Philip wrinkled he brow, as he began to ponder David's name. "No, no. David will not do. I have yet to decide what I shall call you."
"Oh no Philip! Do not begin on my poor husband yet!" Susan exclaimed. Taking David's arm protectively within her own, she explained, "I am afraid that Philip has a horrible reputation in my family for assigning the most dreadful nicknames to everyone. He is a tyrant!"
"I terrorize him?" she cried.
"You forget, I have a great sympathy for the eldest in any family."
"She used to follow me around like a little puppy," answered Philip, while enjoying the lively banter between husband and wife. "She would nip at my heels and yelp all day."
"And Sharon is?"
"Tiny, because that is what she is," he answered.
"And he is Philip the Terrible," added Susan.
David burst out with laughter at the names. The easy rapport found between the cousins was unlike he had ever seen. Compared to the civil yet cold relationship he had with his cousin, Fitzwilliam Darcy, and the purposefully distant relationship he had with Anne de Bourgh, theirs seemed warm and inviting. "Well, Mr. Terrible, how long will you be able to stay?" David asked once he composed himself.
"I'm afraid only a week. I am sailing to America in a month."
"And when will you return home?" asked Susan. "Or do you intend to make a nuisance of yourself by staying away and making us travel to the ends of the earth to visit?"
Suddenly turning very serious, he gathered her hands within his. "I am afraid I am moving there permanently Susan. I must go somewhere with more opportunity for me. In a new country such as America, there is more room for advancement of a person who doesn't have more to recommend him than a good work ethic, a strong body, and a quick mind."
Susan frowned, but nodded her head. "I cannot pretend to like anything that will take you away from me, but I will accept your decision. I know living in England has been difficult for you. But no matter where you are, know that I will love you always."
"Thank you," he said quietly. "It is important for me to have your approval." Then recollecting himself, he turned the conversation on to other topics, "And when do you intend to return to England? Or will you live in this cottage all of your lives?"
"No, no. We plan to return to England within a few months," answered David. "We are planning to stay here in Bordeaux for several more weeks, then to Normandy, Calais, then sail home. I think our plans once we return are to stay in London for the season then travel to my family seat. From there, I am not sure who we are visiting next."
"You people live like nomads!" Philip declared. "Will you ever settle down, or will you continue to travel around and expect to live off of your relatives?"
Susan giggled at his teasing. "It is just that I want to meet all of David's family. We have not decided where we will settle, but I suppose we will decide that once we return home. Until then, I am enjoying our travels. The French countryside is very beautiful."
"Humph," said Philip. "I've never heard you declare any sight beautiful unless it was next to the sea. Sometimes Puppy, I think I should have named you after a fish. I have never seen a more disappointed face than yours when your brother Tom told you he was joining the army and not the navy."
"Well, it was an unpardonable sin," she answered in mock disgust.
Just then, Stevens walked in to the room and interrupted the reunion. "Lord Wallingford, I am going into the village for some errands. Do you have anything you'd like me to do while I'm there?"
"No, thank you Stevens."
"Very good my Lord," he answered with a bow before quitting the room.
"That reminds me, I must speak to Beatrice about the menu this evening. If you will excuse me gentlemen, I trust I can leave you alone together for a moment," said Susan.
"We shall be eagerly awaiting your return, my love," answered David with a smile.
After Susan exited the room, Philip turned to David and looked him over for a moment. "I was perfectly prepared to despise you," he began. "I have always loved Susan and it is not every day that a man receives a letter informing him that his favourite lady has given her heart to another. It was not until after her announcement that I decided to leave for America. But after seeing Susan, I cannot begrudge you anything. She seems very happy, and for that I am thankful."
"Believe me Philip, I feel my good fortune. I will do everything within my power to make her has happy as I."
"As well you should Wally, as well you should," came the quiet answer.
"Wally?" David asked with a raised eyebrow.
Philip stayed in Bordeaux for one week before leaving. During that time, David became more accustomed to his light-hearted banter. By the end of the week, David had been conditioned to answer to the name "Wally" as quickly as he answered to his real name. Before Philip left, David and Susan made him a promise to visit him in Connecticut someday.
After spending three weeks in Bordeaux, the couple traveled to Normandy for a week and then to Calais. It had been their intention to stay in Calais for only a few days before sailing over the channel to England. However, there had been a delay. For the past week, Susan had been ill. She often suffered from queasiness and was exhausted. David did not want to travel until she had fully recovered. He was concerned because he had never seen his wife so pale. Yet, she did not share his feelings. Instead, she gave him a knowing smile whenever he would inquire about her health. After several days, her condition did not improve and he convinced her to allow him to call a doctor. The morning of the doctor's visit, David paced nervously outside of the bedchamber door, waiting for the doctor to emerge. After what seemed to be an excruciatingly long time, the doctor emerged.
"What is wrong with my wife?" David gasped.
"I believe she would like to speak with you now, Lord Wallingford. There is nothing more I can do for the time being," he answered.
There is nothing the doctor can do? Dear God, let it not be as horrible as that! Startled by the doctor's answer, David rushed into the bedchamber. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Susan who sat on the bed, stone faced. "Dearest, I believe you wanted to speak with me?" he asked, while being fearful of the answer.
"I cannot tell you here. Why don't we take a turn outside?" she suggested while climbing out of bed.
"Do you think that is wise in your condition?" he gasped. "Perhaps you should lie down."
"There will be time enough for that later."
David gingerly held his wife's arm as they walked outside. He was completely oblivious to his surroundings. His only focus was her health. After they had walked several hundred yards, she stopped. "Isn't this view magnificent?" she asked.
"Yes, lovely," he mumbled while continuing to gaze at her.
"David, you are not looking," she admonished.
He finally turned to look around him. They were standing on top of a grassy hill, over looking the Channel with England visible in the distance. "Yes, lovely," he answered with a scowl.
"Isn't the water beautiful? I do not think I have ever seen it quite that colour of blue before. It is almost the colour of your eyes. And look, we can see our home," she said while pointing.
"Susan, I cannot wait any longer. I beg of you, please tell me your news. What ails you?"
"Do you have the foggiest notion what I am going to tell you?"
"Other than it is bad, I have not a clue. The doctor said he could do nothing for you. But we shall away to England and I am sure the doctors there have something that will help you. Don't worry, I will do everything I can to make you well again."
"Oh you have done quite enough," she said grimly. After a pause she asked, "You really do not know, do you?"
"Know what?!"
"You are going to be a father," she said gently.
"What?" he gasped in shock.
"You are pleased, are you not?"
David stood frozen for a moment while he digested the news. My ears must have deceived me! She is with child? "Oh Susan!" he cried while suddenly taking her in his arms and twirling her around. "Nothing could make me happier!"
"Are you really pleased?" she asked after he put her back down.
"Yes, oh yes!" he declared as the realization of his good fortune burst upon him.
"But what if it is a girl?" she questioned, with a momentary look of doubt.
"Then I shall spoil her rotten and she will live like a princess," he answered joyously.
"But a girl cannot become an Earl."
"Susan, don't you understand? I do not care if the child is a boy or a girl as long as you are both safe. That is all I truly desire."
Susan let out a deep sigh of relief. "You don't know how that pleases me to hear. Some men only want sons to carry on the family name and fortune."
"I will love the child, no matter what," David smiled. "Family name and fortune are nothing as long as we have each other. I hope you agree," he added, with a look of concern.
"Yes, I do with all of my heart."
"Susan, I do want a large family, with many happy children," he said with a dreamy look in his eye while taking her in his arms and holding her tightly.