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Chapter 1
Posted Saturday, September 30, 2006
Elizabeth Darcy (née Bennet) gazed out of the window at the fine prospect before her. The beauty of the grounds of Pemberley could never be disputed; such beauty, she felt, could never become tiresome, nor, of course, its occupants. Pemberley. Her Pemberley. Her mind wandered back to her first visit of this grand estate with her aunt and uncle. She had been in awe of its splendour, and the realisation that she might have been mistress of it all had grieved her. She had not expected such a turn in her feelings towards the master of Pemberley. Indeed, she had not expected to hear such a warm testimony from Mrs Reynolds but was certainly relieved that she had. It seemed that Pemberley had revealed the true nature of its master to whom Elizabeth had finally given her heart.
She was woken from her reverie by a knock on the door.
“Enter.” The door opened and Mrs Reynolds bustled in.
“A letter, ma’am” the housekeeper said as she presented the tray to her mistress.
“Thank you Mrs Reynolds,” smiled Elizabeth brightly as her housekeeper curtseyed and left the room.
Elizabeth opened the letter and her heart lifted as she read the letter from her sister Jane and quickly picked up her pen in reply.
My dearest Jane,
Firstly I wish congratulate you on your happy news. It brings such joy to my heart that you shall be a mother. I know that with your sweet disposition such a role is ideal for you. I imagine that Mama is delighted, no doubt I shall soon hear.
Oh, dear Jane, it has been too long since I have seen you and now that you have recovered from the illness that prevented your visiting at Christmas, perhaps another visit is in order. Indeed, I am sure my dear husband would have no objections.
To think we have been married a year, I can hardly believe it myself. I found teaching your ten children to be ill-accomplished a happy thought indeed! Yet married life suits me well. I must admit that it pleases me not to be settled too near Longbourn, I daresay Papa endures it the best he can! How I miss you, dear sister, but a year as mistress of Pemberley has certainly kept me occupied, as, I imagine, Netherfield kept you. No doubt Fairfield is warming to its new mistress!
Kitty seems much improved with her stay here. She seems to have lost that silliness to which she was inclined, especially in the presence of Lydia. I daresay her return to Longbourn shall be eventful.
I pray, dearest Jane that this letter finds you and Mr Bingley in good health. I hope very much that we will have the pleasure of your company at Pemberley soon.
Your loving sister,
Elizabeth Darcy
Elizabeth sealed the letter and rang the bell. She handed the letter to the manservant and made her way to the library in search of her husband.
“Enter,” a stern voice responded to the soft knock. Darcy’s face softened as he looked up to find his wife in the doorway.
“With such a tone, sir, I do believe you intend to frighten me,” Elizabeth jested gaily.
“Indeed,” he retorted; “but I know that your courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate you,” he laughed as Elizabeth approached him.
Elizabeth laughed, her bright eyes dancing as she entered, shutting the door behind her. “Oh yes, always.”
Mr Darcy’s laugh resonated as he greeted his wife with a kiss. “Dearest Elizabeth,” he whispered as he pulled away, he caressed a lock of her hair, his eyes filling with love for the woman before him. Elizabeth smiled up at her husband as she shared the news of her sister’s impending arrival. Mr Darcy shared her joy in the news although Elizabeth detected a look of longing in his eyes. She understood that look. She deeply wished to become a mother herself and provide an heir for Pemberley but it had yet to happen. She understood from her aunt that it often took a while for a woman to conceive. However, Mrs Bennet’s constant talk of grandchildren left Elizabeth somewhat impatient. She felt her eyes fill with hot, stinging tears, she moved away from her husband to the window, watching Kitty and Georgiana taking a turn along the lake.
“Elizabeth, look at me.” Elizabeth turned to face Mr Darcy and could not prevent the tears from falling. Mr Darcy took her in his arms, “Lizzy, do not worry yourself so, nothing will prevent me loving you, indeed, I have faith that we too shall be blessed. Come, let us join our sisters, I do believe they would like to share in the Bingleys’ joy!”
Chapter 2
Miss Catherine Bennet was one person who had prospered indirectly from the marriages of her older sisters. In the year following the weddings, she had found herself frequently in the company of Mrs Darcy and Mrs Bingley. The proximity of the Bingleys’ new estate to Pemberley allowed Kitty to travel comfortably between her two sisters. It seemed that the society of her sisters had somewhat changed Kitty. Being away from Longbourn had encouraged her to settle. She was considerably less flighty and had developed a manner more pleasing to the society in which she now moved. Indeed, the improvement she made had led to a decrease in the time spent at Longbourn. This suited Kitty well for she had no desire to endure Mrs Bennet’s nerves.
Her visits to Charles and Jane Bingley were frequent but hers was another heart captured by the beauty of Pemberley. She was delighted to see her sister so happily married and prayed that one day, she too would find such felicity in marriage.
It was, however, her new sister who encouraged Kitty to stay at Pemberley. In the absence of Lydia, Kitty had missed the company of someone her own age. Elizabeth was been most pleased at how Kitty and Georgiana got on, indeed she considered Georgiana to be more wholesome company than Mrs Wickham.
That afternoon found Kitty and Georgiana taking a turn by the lake, deep in conversation. Kitty turned to see Mr and Mrs Darcy approaching them from the house.
“Lizzy!” Kitty called as her sister drew nearer, “are we dining with the Prestons this evening?”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her sister’s excited countenance and nodded. Mr Darcy watched her bite her lip, clearly holding something back.
“It seems that my presence here is no longer desired,” he laughed, “How convenient it is that I have pressing business with Mr Bainbridge.” He smiled at his wife and strode off.
“Come then, ladies, I presume there is something you would like to ask me. Let me guess, a gentleman perhaps?” Elizabeth teased gently.
Georgiana coloured violently as Kitty tried to suppress a laugh, silenced by a stern look from her older sister.
“Do you know if Mr Preston shall be there?” Kitty enquired.
“I should imagine so,” replied Elizabeth, pausing as Georgiana’s flush deepened. “Kitty, do not tease Georgiana so. No doubt Mr Preston will be present and I am sure that you will behave in an appropriate and ladylike manner.” Kitty blushed at her sister’s teasing and hurriedly suggested that they returned to the house.
That evening found the Darcys and Miss Bennet in the company of Sir John and Lady Preston. The Prestons were a respectable family who had recently moved to the north from Somerset. In the short time they had been in the neighbourhood, they had developed an amicable friendship with the Darcys.
Having dined pleasantly, the ladies had retired to the drawing room and Elizabeth found herself engaged in conversation with Miss Preston, a pleasant, although rather plain young woman.
“I hear from your mother that you are recently engaged, Miss Preston.”
“Yes, I am,” smiled Miss Preston.
“I hope that you will be very happy!”
“Thank you, Mrs Darcy, I believe I shall.”
“Do you play, Miss Preston?” Elizabeth enquired.
“Yes, a little.”
“Perhaps we shall hear you?”
“Yes, perhaps, I am sure my mother shall insist upon it.”
Elizabeth glanced towards where Lady Preston sat with Georgiana. Georgiana sat very demurely, conversing with the lady in question. Elizabeth watched as the young lady’s eyes turned slightly to observe Kitty, who was admiring some embroidery with Miss Amelia.
The ladies were suddenly stopped in their conversations by the entrance of the gentlemen.
“Good evening ladies!” Sir John boomed as he took a seat in one of the armchairs. Mr Darcy and two younger gentlemen, Preston and Mr Henry Preston, followed him.
As Miss Preston moved to greet her father, Mr Darcy joined Elizabeth.
“Good evening Mrs Darcy, I trust you are having an enjoyable evening?” Mr Darcy enquired.
“Indeed I am sir. It has been most diverting,” Elizabeth replied, eyes sparkling at the necessary pleasantries that passed between them. She noticed her husband’s gaze fix upon his young sister who was now in the company of Mr Preston. Elizabeth watched the young couple; Georgiana smiled and coloured a little as the gentleman addressed her, but soon seemed to find herself at ease.
“She reminds me very much of Jane,” Elizabeth commented to her husband “she has the same quiet countenance. Mr Preston seems to be an amiable man, he is very attentive.” This was something that had not escaped Mr Darcy as he watched the couple uneasily. Elizabeth, in turn, observed her husband. She understood the anxiety that passed through Mr Darcy in relation to his sister after her dealings with Mr Wickham.
The couple was distracted from their observations by an eruption of laughter from the table behind them, where Kitty had won a game of cards with Miss Beatrice and Mr Henry Preston. Elizabeth shook her head and smiled; Kitty would always have trace of Lydia’s influence in her, it seemed.
Lady Preston, however, drew attention away from this by insisting that Miss Preston entertain them on the pianoforte. Miss Preston demonstrated proficiency similar to Elizabeth’s sister Mary’s, although the company was enchanted with Miss Amelia’s charming performance of ‘The Ash Grove.’
“My dear, that was beautiful!” Lady Preston exclaimed, “perhaps you could sing a duet with Miss Darcy!”
Georgiana thanked Lady Preston for the offer but admitted to being a little tired, thus the evening ended.
That night, whilst awaiting her husband, Elizabeth pondered on the events of the evening, particularly the attentions that had been paid to Georgiana. Perhaps it would be a suitable match although she imagined that Mr Darcy would always be cautious in his judgment of any potential suitors. She respected the great love he had for his sister but she could not help but worry.
Her attention was immediately drawn away from her thoughts by the arrival of her husband. In public, they were the perfect couple, their affection only betrayed by fleeting looks. In private, however, they shared a deep intimacy on a level beyond physical affection. She sighed as he drew her near and kissed the top of her head. She observed him, lines of worry drawn across his brow.
“What worries you Fitzwilliam?” she asked, well aware of the answer.
“Georgiana.”
Elizabeth moved so as to see her husband more clearly, “Georgiana is a handsome, well-accomplished young lady, surely you cannot expect her not to receive such attentions as Mr Preston bestowed upon her this evening?”
“Indeed I cannot prevent them, yet I find it hard to rejoice in them,” Darcy replied, a trace of regret in his voice.
Elizabeth was not put off by this, “Fitzwilliam, I understand your concern, but you will have to let her go one day, she is growing up. Surely you do not wish to deny your sister the happiness that we have been blessed with?”
Mr Darcy softened. “Indeed I do not, yet I am reluctant to let her go; oh Elizabeth, what am I to do?”
“Trust God, and Georgiana of course!”
Darcy laughed and leant over to kiss her forehead, “How I love you Elizabeth” he whispered.
“And I you,” Elizabeth replied as her husband drew the curtains around them.
Chapter 3
Posted on Saturday, 7 October 2006
The following days passed in relative peace. Mr Darcy’s birthday was fast approaching and the household found themselves involved in the necessary preparations for the ball which would be held in his honour.
Elizabeth sat at her bureau, finalising the menu with Mrs Reynolds, when there was a soft knock at the door. Elizabeth smiled as Georgiana and Kitty entered the room.
“We are sorry for interrupting, we were wondering if you were ready for our trip to Lambton,” said Georgiana.
“You did promise Lizzy,” interrupted Kitty.
“Perhaps we should return a little later, Kitty,” said Georgiana, observing the paper that littered Elizabeth’s desk.
“No, Georgiana, I think we have finished here,” she glanced at Mrs Reynolds who curtseyed and left the room.
“Are you ready yet Lizzy?” Kitty inquired eagerly as Elizabeth tidied her bureau.
Elizabeth sighed at her sister’s impatience, “Kitty, I cannot leave such a mess. Anyway, I am sure that Lambton will not run out of fabric if we are a little late!”
“Lizzy, Georgiana, how do you like this?” Kitty asked of a pale blue muslin.
“Oh yes Kitty!” Georgiana exclaimed, “It is beautiful, I think it will become you very well; do you not think, Elizabeth?”
“I quite agree; perhaps this is the one, Kitty?”
Kitty paused, running the material through her hands before declaring that it was.
As Kitty searched for ribbon, Elizabeth moved to where Georgiana stood, admiring a crimson silk.
“A bold choice, Georgiana! You will certainly attract attention!”
Georgiana blushed, hastily replacing the bolt, “You do not like it?”
Elizabeth laughed, “Forgive me, it is beautiful but it does not bring out your eyes.”
Elizabeth moved along, viewing other fabrics, “Yes!” she exclaimed. “What do you think to this, Georgiana?”
Georgiana was struck by the material and merely nodded.
“Perfect!” Kitty said, joining her sister, “Your dance card shall be filled quickly!”
Elizabeth shot Kitty a sharp look, disappointed in her sudden display of impropriety.
Having chosen material for three new gowns, the three ladies returned to the awaiting carriage.
On their return to Pemberley they found Mrs Reynolds somewhat flustered.
“Oh Mrs Darcy!” she cried “Mr and Mrs Bingley have arrived!”
“Already? I understood that they would not be joining us until tomorrow.”
“Indeed ma’am, indeed.”
“Thank you, Mrs Reynolds, I am sure it shall be fine.”
Elizabeth smiled as her housekeeper disappeared into the depths of the house.
“Mrs Darcy! How delightful to see you!” Elizabeth turned to greet the approaching gentleman.
“Mr Bingley! I hope you have not been waiting long, we were not expecting you until tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes, we are very sorry Mrs Darcy, it seemed that Jane was eager to see you. I hope we have not inconvenienced you.”
“Not at all,” laughed Elizabeth, “it is wonderful to have you here!”
“Lizzy!”
Mr Bingley bowed and took his leave, following Kitty and Georgiana into the drawing room as his wife approached her sister.
“Jane! Oh my dear Jane!” Elizabeth cried as she embraced her sister warmly.
The two sisters had always been close and remained so, even as married women. Indeed, it seemed that the distance between Pemberley and Netherfield had been too great for the sisters to bear, so Bingley had bought an estate in Cheshire where they were now happily settled.
“You look well, Jane.”
“I am very well Lizzy, oh I am so happy!” Jane laughed.
“I am happy for you also” said Lizzy with a bittersweet smile.
Jane looked into her sister’s eyes and saw the pain hidden behind the joy that danced there. She slipped her arm through Elizabeth’s and they walked towards the long gallery.
“Lizzy, what is worrying you?”
“Nothing, Jane, I am quite well.”
“Elizabeth, I can see that you are not,” Jane chided gently.
Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears as they reached the portrait of her husband. She stopped and turned to face her older sister.
“Oh Jane, I truly am happy that you are with child!”
“You will be a wonderful aunt.”
Elizabeth laughed, pushing back the doubts that crept into her mind, “Have you told mama? Perhaps the arrival of a grandchild will distract her for a while. In fact, maybe long enough for such an event at Pemberley!”
Jane laughed, still a little concerned, “Are you..”
“No,” Elizabeth replied, “not yet. Come, I fear my husband will send out a search party if we do not return soon!”
The following evening heralded the arrival of Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter for the forthcoming festivities.
After supper, the party had retired to the drawing room. Elizabeth sat with Georgiana as she played the pianoforte but her attention was drawn to another part of the room.
“I hear from my nephew, Mrs Bingley, that you are expecting a child,” said Lady Catherine.
“Yes Lady Catherine” Jane replied, colouring slightly at the change in conversation.
“I am sure that Mr Bingley is pleased at such news.” Bingley looked over from his conversation with Darcy at the mention of his name, “indeed,” Lady Catherine continued, “the expectation of an heir is surely worth celebrating. Do you not agree Darcy?” Darcy looked most uncomfortable at his aunt’s questioning. Lady Catherine noticed her nephew’s change in countenance and also how his wife had coloured and smiled, “Darcy?”
“Yes indeed Aunt” he replied coldly.
By now, Georgiana had stopped playing and all attention had turned to Lady Catherine.
“A son, I am sure shall always be welcomed with relief. I cannot imagine what a gentleman is to do of his wife cannot provide an heir,” concluded Lady Catherine, turning to converse with her daughter. Georgiana, noticing the silence that had descended, resumed her playing.
Elizabeth rose and moved to a window to hide the colour that had overwhelmed her face and the tears that stung her eyes. She stared out at the darkness, her very soul pained at Lady Catherine’s stinging words. Did the absence of an heir make her an undutiful wife?
“Mrs Darcy, are you quite well?”
Elizabeth recollected herself and turned to Mr Bingley smiling, “Thank you Mr Bingley, I am very well, a little tired perhaps.”
Lady Catherine smiled condescendingly at her Elizabeth, “Perhaps we should retire for the night,” she began, “An early night may be preferable if our hostess is unwell.”
“There is no need to retire on my account ma’am,” Elizabeth replied.
Lady Catherine rose “No indeed but Anne and I shall, however, retire.”
Mr and Mrs Darcy stood as their guests rose and retired to their chambers. Mr Darcy offered his arm to his wife who accepted it gladly as they ascended the staircase. Pausing at outside Elizabeth’s bedchamber, Mr. Darcy turned to Elizabeth with concern in his eyes, “Elizabeth, pay no attention to my aunt, she cannot understand our situation.”
“I think not, I believe Lady Catherine understands perfectly and takes joy in pointing out my faults in the company of others.”
“Faults? How was she talking of any faults?”
“The fault of my being an undutiful wife by not procuring an heir for your estate.”
“Lizzy, she did not say that.”
“Not directly but she most certainly implied it in her manner and choice of words,” Elizabeth’s voice was bitter and she turned to enter her chamber.
“Elizabeth, calm yourself, let us go to bed and think no longer on my aunt.”
Elizabeth turned, locking the door behind her. Ignoring her husband’s knocking, she sat on her bed and wept. Her tears increased all the more as she heard Darcy move towards his own chamber for the first time in their marriage.
Elizabeth tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, feeling the absence of her husband most acutely. Not soon after, she found herself outside the door to Darcy’s bedchamber in her shift and a shawl. She knocked on the door and in hearing a reply entered the room. Darcy looked up from where he was sitting in his chair, still dressed, he turned away from Elizabeth as she approached.
“Fitzwilliam,” she began softly, “I am sorry for how I behaved, I am truly ashamed of myself.”
When he did not respond, she turned to leave, ashamed of her treatment of the man she loved so dearly.
“Elizabeth, stay, please.”
Chapter 4
The following morning, Elizabeth awoke to the meditations which had closed her eyes. She frowned as she recalled Lady Catherine’s words and the discomfort they had caused Jane and Bingley. She sighed gently and rolled over onto her side to observe her husband and smiled as she studied his features, pondering whether the evening’s activities had produced the desired effect.
“Elizabeth, stop moving so much, how am I ever to sleep?” Darcy groaned, rubbing his eyes.
“You did not complain last night, sir!” Elizabeth retorted with a mischievous glance.
“I fear, madam, that I shall be much too tired to perform any of my duties today.”
Elizabeth leant down and kissed him soundly, “Perhaps, I can persuade you otherwise?”
“Perhaps,” he agreed, suddenly rolling Elizabeth onto her back.
Elizabeth was very agreeably engaged when she was suddenly struck by a wave of nausea. Darcy, noticing this change, moved away and looked at her in concern.
“Elizabeth, what is wrong?”
“I feel a little ill, that is all,” she replied, pulling him back towards her again.
However, the nausea did not pass, and, without warning, she was forced to reach for the chamber pot.
“Elizabeth, you are not well, I shall send for Mr Fairfax.”
“No, Fitzwilliam, I am sure it will pass.”
“Very well, but I insist that you remain in bed.”
Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest but Darcy would not hear of it and assured her that he would see to their guests.
By noon, Elizabeth was feeling much better and rose from Darcy’s bed and rang for her maid to assist her.
As she descended the staircase, she was greeted by Mr Darcy and Jane.
“There you are Lizzy,” said Jane, looking concerned, “Are you quite well?”
“Yes, Jane, a little ill I fear but I feel better now.”
“You are sure?” Mr Darcy enquired.
Elizabeth smiled at her husband and sister and assured them that she did feel well and joined the company for luncheon. It was with relief that she noted that Lady Catherine was engaged in conversation with Georgiana.
Elizabeth took her seat opposite Mr Darcy with her sisters on either side of her. She buttered a piece of bread and observed that Kitty was deep in thought.
“Kitty? Are you not eating? You seem distracted.”
“I received a letter from Lydia this morning Lizzy,” Kitty began, “she seems, well, a little out of spirits perhaps. She says that my niece is growing more everyday!”
Elizabeth frowned slightly at the mention of her youngest sister. She occasionally provided Lydia with a little relief from her own expenses, an action she concealed from Mr Darcy. Lydia was an occasional visitor to Pemberley but Mr Darcy would not receive her husband.
“Yes Kitty,” she said, looking at Jane, “it is very surprising that a child should grow!” The three sisters found themselves unable to suppress their laughter and Elizabeth noted a disapproving glance from Lady Catherine.
It gave Mr Darcy great pleasure to see his wife’s playful nature return to her. As she looked up, he caught her eye, his warm smile returned with equal affection.
The following three mornings, Elizabeth awoke to the ailment which had affected her previously. On the fourth morning, she confessed her vexation to Jane who sat with her in her bed chamber.
“Perhaps the doctor should be sent for Lizzy.”
“I dare say that it will pass.”
Jane paused, a thought coming to her mind, “Lizzy, I think Mr Fairfax may be able to shed some light on your condition.”
Elizabeth, seeing the concern in her sister’s face, consented.
Having fetched the doctor, Mr Darcy waited impatiently outside her chamber with Jane. He started when the door opened and turned to the doctor.
“Ah, Mr Darcy, your wife is very good health,” he began, “indeed, I am sure it shall pass with time,” he continued, giving Mrs Bingley a sly look, “I imagine, sir, that you would like to see her now.”
“Yes, of course, thank you sir.”
Mr Fairfax bowed, taking his leave as Darcy and Jane entered Elizabeth’s chamber. Darcy strode to her side at once, taking her hand, “My dear Lizzy, I am relieved that you are well.”
“Indeed, I am very well indeed,” she laughed, glancing at Jane.
The following evening brought with it the long awaited ball. Elizabeth had spent the day ensuring that all was ready. In a year of marriage, she had become a shrewd manager, evident in her organisation of the evening’s festivities.
Her lady’s maid had finished dressing Elizabeth’s hair and she now descended the grand staircase to meet her husband. Mr Darcy observed Elizabeth as she approached him. She looked very handsome, attired in a yellow silk gown -- he had always admired her in yellow. He smiled as he took her hand and raised it to her lips. He was somewhat lost for words but quickly recollected himself as Georgiana and Kitty also descended. Both were attired in their new gowns, Kitty in her pale blue muslin and Georgiana in pale pink.
“Lizzy, you look very pretty,” Georgiana complimented her shyly, “do you not agree brother?”
“Yes, indeed you do,” he agreed, unable to take his eyes off her.
Elizabeth laughed as her husband struggled to compose himself,
“Mr Darcy, is there something distracting you?” she replied, raising an eyebrow.
Darcy did not reply and merely offered her his arm.
The family moved into the ballroom to greet their guests as they arrived. Soon the room began to fill and the Darcys continued to greet their guests who bestowed upon Mr Darcy their congratulations and Mrs Darcy their compliments.
As Elizabeth and Darcy stood for the first dance, Elizabeth observed her husband becoming uneasy. She followed his eyes to where Georgiana was preparing to dance the first with William Preston. The gentleman in question was very attentive towards Miss Darcy and had a manner not unlike Mr Bingley’s. He was pleasant and amiable, and Georgiana’s shy countenance led her to receive such attentions with modesty. Elizabeth observed Kitty with the younger Mr Preston, both laughing, yet could see no peculiarity in her manner.
As the dance began, Darcy recollected himself and his attention was bestowed solely on his wife. The rule of talking during the dance was naturally observed, a light exchange of wit, pleasing to both. After the dance, the couple parted in order to talk to their guests, a great many of whom had come into the country from town.
In another part of the room, Kitty was forming a new acquaintance. Mr Markham was a clergyman who had filled the living in Kympton, which had, once again, fallen vacant. He was a quiet gentleman, a contrast to Henry Preston with whom she had formed a strong acquaintance. Mr Markham intrigued Kitty, his quiet countenance established in her mind, a desire to discover more.
“I understand that you are from Yorkshire, Mr Markham.”
“Yes, Miss Bennet, I am.”
“Tell me,” began Kitty, “I had heard that the country is very beautiful there.”
“Indeed it is, I believe there is none finer.”
“Not even Derbyshire?”
“Derbyshire is very agreeable yet I am unmoved!”
Kitty laughed warmly and the two continued to debate the merits of the two counties before standing to dance the next.
A short distance away, Mr Darcy stood observing Georgiana as she spoke with Miss Preston. He was, however distracted from his meditation by the approach of Mr Preston.
“Mr Darcy, I must congratulate you and your wife on such an agreeable evening.”
“Thank you sir.”
“It seems to me that spending the winter in the country is just as agreeable as in town. I understand you have a house in London?”
“Yes,” Darcy began, finding himself more at ease with the gentleman, “although I spend much more time at Pemberley.”
“Ah, yes, the presence of a wife! I rarely travel to London myself, I must confess, I find the society and amusements of York more agreeable.”
“You do? I find London to be more diverting although York certainly has beauty.”
“Yes indeed,” agreed Mr Preston. Their conversation, however, was interrupted by Lady Preston.
“Mr Darcy, I pray you will forgive me for the intrusion but I am afraid my son has been requested.”
Mr Preston bowed as he followed his mother and Darcy was left to reflect on what had just occurred. Mr Preston had demonstrated an open and easy manner and his behaviour was that of a gentleman, his friendly character made him very amiable yet Darcy still reserved his judgement. He did not notice his wife moving towards him until she spoke softly in his ear.
“Mr Darcy, if you continue to stand in this manner, people will think you proud.”
“That, Mrs Darcy, would be a failing indeed. Perhaps you will do me the honour of dancing the next?” Elizabeth took his arm and they took their place in the set.
When the guests had sat down to supper, Elizabeth followed her husband to the punch bowl.
“I trust you are enjoying your birthday my dear.”
“I am, even more so in your company.”
Elizabeth coloured slightly at the compliment but quickly regained her composure, “I do believe it shall be very different next year.”
“How do you mean?”
“I expect that a new arrival at Pemberley shall alter our lives considerably!”
Darcy looked at his wife in astonishment, “You are?”
Elizabeth nodded happily, watching as a smile tugged at her husband’s lips.
“Is it certain?”
“Mr Fairfax seems to think so but nothing is certain. I have yet to feel the babe quicken but I am very hopeful.” Her face glowed with the joy only felt by an expectant mother.
Chapter 5
Posted on Saturday, 21 October 2006
The following weeks passed quickly and all the Darcys’ guests, with the exception of Kitty, left Pemberley to return to their own homes. There remained, however, an atmosphere of celebration. The news of Elizabeth’s pregnancy had brought with it a joy which spread throughout the grand house, from the family themselves to those below stairs. In particular, it had had a considerable impact on the kitchen.
Lucy, one of Pemberley’s many maids, returned to the kitchen, having responded to the bell from the breakfast room. She looked a little flustered.
“What would Mrs Darcy be requiring now?” inquired one of the cooks.
“Blancmange, Mrs Taite.”
Mrs Taite raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Whatever next?” she exclaimed.
Lucy paused, looking puzzled. “Mrs Taite, I do not understand why the mistress has such a desire for blancmange.”
“A strange consequence of being with child, Lucy.”
In recent weeks, Mrs Darcy’s requests for blancmange became more frequent. The rest of the meal was of less consequence, as long as there was blancmange.
“I do hope the child won’t be affected,” Lucy worried, looking curiously at the dish before her. Somehow, blancmange did not seem appropriate for breakfast.
Mrs Taite laughed at the naïveté of the girl. “Not at all, Lucy dear! Lady Anne, God rest her soul, was not unlike our mistress, particularly when expecting Mr Darcy and he turned out perfectly well! Come along, dear, and take it up please.”
Lucy nodded and made her way upstairs with the required dish.
Above stairs, the family were unaware of joviality which passed beneath them. Elizabeth thanked Lucy as she placed the blancmange before her. Mr Darcy, Georgiana and Kitty watched with looks of bemusement and astonishment as Elizabeth proceeded to spoon the blancmange onto her eggs. The colour vanished from Georgiana’s face and she felt unable to eat as Elizabeth started her breakfast.
“Elizabeth, are you sure that is wise?” Darcy asked, hastily putting down his own cutlery.
“Indeed! Why, it is a delicacy in Hertfordshire, did you not know?”
“Of course, I had forgotten that blancmange is a delicacy in Hertfordshire,” he replied dryly, starting to feel a little unwell.
Elizabeth coloured deeply and stopped eating as she saw the faces of her companions. Struggling to compose herself as a wave of nausea swept across her, she rose, excusing herself as she hastily retreated to her apartment.
Mr Darcy laughed gently as he observed her leave but was quickly reprimanded by his sister.
“Fitzwilliam, you should not be so unkind to poor Lizzy, it is not her fault.”
Darcy was some what startled by Georgiana’s remark, yet he was not entirely surprised. Since his marriage, Georgiana had regarded Elizabeth as a sister and endeavoured to spend a significant time in her company.
“Georgiana, you are a very wise young woman.”
Georgiana blushed before replying, “I am learning from the best!”
Darcy laughed. “Indeed!”
He glanced briefly and noticing the time, rose from his chair. “I am afraid, ladies, that I must take my leave if I am to apologise to Mrs Darcy before I go to town.” He embraced his sister and smiled warmly at Kitty before striding upstairs.
“Lizzy?” Mr Darcy enquired, knocking softly on the door to his wife’s chamber.
“Yes, what is it?” she snapped, wrenching open the door.
“Elizabeth,” Darcy began, feeling a little irritated as she turned away from him. Their marriage was not perfect, they were only human and it was not unexpected that their tempers clashed now and again. He attempted to regain his composure, but before he could, she turned on him.
“Mr Darcy, I would appreciate it if you refrained from making comments which induce such embarrassment,” she said coldly.
“I was concerned for the welfare of my sister. She finds it difficult to eat when forced to observe your current eating habits.”
“Well, I am sorry that the necessities of my own welfare are so abhorrent to you. Perhaps it may be preferable for everyone if I took all my meals alone for the next five months?” Elizabeth said bitterly, hot tears filling her eyes. Again, she turned from him and moved towards the window, tears streaming down her cheeks. Since learning of her condition, Elizabeth had struggled with the emotions that had flooded her, the changes, how one moment she could be laughing, the next shouting or crying -- she hardly understood it herself.
Darcy paused before moving towards her; he did not enjoy the speed at which his wife’s emotions could change and was wary of what might happen next. He heard Elizabeth’s sobs and without a second thought, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, his heart aching at seeing her in such turmoil. Elizabeth responded with equal passion but then pulled away.
“I’m sorry for what I said, Fitzwilliam, it was unkind and undeserved.”
“What did I not deserve? I am sorry for speaking so, although . . . blancmange and eggs?” He laughed as
Elizabeth tried to move away from him jestingly. He moved his hand so that it covered the slight bulge, concealed by her gown, and could not help but smile.
Elizabeth moved her own and so that it covered his, entwining her fingers with his, “Clearly, the baby likes blancmange!”
Darcy leant down and rested his forehead against hers, “Then blancmange it must have. I must go now Lizzy, I shall write on my arrival.” He kissed her tenderly and reluctantly left Pemberley for London.
A day did not go by when Elizabeth did not thank God for the gift that He had entrusted to her. Such gratitude for life itself had produced in her a joy unlike any she had ever known. While Darcy was in town, Elizabeth spent much of her time deep in meditation as she managed the household, but had been advised by Mr Fairfax to ensure she rested.
Elizabeth looked out of the window at the driving rain, then sighed and looked down at her correspondence. A letter from her mother and another from Lydia. She put them to one side, needing to prepare herself for the onslaught. She turned her attention to another letter, smiling as she recognized her husband’s hand.
London, 24th FebruaryMy dearest Elizabeth,
I trust that this letter finds you safe and in very good health. I hope that you are resting -- or that my sisters are ensuring that you do so. Since my last letter to you, it pleases me to say that the business that keeps me here is almost complete and I shall return to Pemberley in a week. Oh Elizabeth, I have missed you so very much, but rejoice that we shall soon be reunited.
My aunt has written to me congratulating us on our news, and has invited us to Rosings in March if you are well enough to travel. Her reaction was interesting indeed, a little unconvinced. Perhaps a visit to Rosings will reassure her.
Do not worry yourself over Lady Catherine’s reaction, for I am sure that she shall be appeased when the baby is born.
Dearest Elizabeth, I shall see you in one week. You have my heart forever,
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Elizabeth frowned at the mention of Lady Catherine. She hardly wanted her child to be seen as a peace offering. She rubbed her temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache, then rang the bell and asked for a tray to be sent to her room, before she retired.
The afternoon found Kitty and Georgiana in the small sitting room for which they had a preference.
Somewhat frustrated, Kitty threw down the bonnet she had been edging in disgust. “I think this bonnet shall never look well on me; perhaps I shall give it to Lizzy.”
Georgiana smiled. “Perhaps Mr Markham will prefer a different bonnet.”
Kitty looked up at Georgiana, a little startled by her unusual boldness, and coloured slightly. “I do not see why Mr Markham would have a preference of what bonnet I should wear.”
“Do you not, Kitty?”
“Not at all!”
“He is a very agreeable gentleman, perhaps more so than Henry Preston.”
Kitty once again felt the colour spread across her face at the mention of the second gentleman.
At their first acquaintance, Kitty had taken a fancy to the younger Mr Preston. He was not unlike his older brother in charm and breeding, although a little more spirited. Kitty had found him very easy to converse with, and had quickly formed an attachment. There had been a time when she had believed that he returned her feelings, but on closer examination she had seen no peculiar regard, and so had resigned herself to his indifference. He was, after all, a second son, so could not afford such a match. However, as their acquaintance had lengthened, a friendship had formed and Kitty almost looked upon him as the brother she had never had.
Kitty recollected herself and laughed, a mischievous look flitting across her face, unnoticed by her companion.
“Mr Preston is like a brother to me and will remain so. However, I do think that he is more likely to become your brother, Georgiana, or am I mistaken?”
Georgiana flushed violently at Kitty’s teasing and felt her heart beat stronger at her chest, for indeed she did have a certain regard for the elder Mr Preston.
“Oh Kitty,” she began quietly, “he is very amiable, and I must confess that I like him very much indeed.”
“Then perhaps you should show some evidence of your regard rather than trying to persuade him of your indifference.”
“Goodness, Kitty!” Georgiana exclaimed. “Can that possibly be proper? I cannot make an exhibition of myself. What would my brother say?”
“Georgiana, you could not possibly behave with impropriety,” said Kitty, thinking back to the very great impropriety of herself and Lydia in Hertfordshire. “Do you think Mr Darcy will not approve of the match?”
“I cannot be sure; he is so good to me and wishes only to protect me. I do pray that he will approve of Mr Preston, I do so wish to marry for affection.”
“Indeed you shall!” Kitty laughed. “Come, let us see if Lizzy will join us for tea.”
Chapter 6
It had been agreed that they would travel to Kent during the second week of March. It had also been agreed, despite Lady Catherine’s displeasure, that they would not stay longer than a month. Kitty was not to join them. Instead, she was journeying to Cheshire to assist when the time came for Jane to begin her confinement.
So it was that Mr, Mrs, and Miss Darcy had arrived at Rosings Park, and were now sitting in the drawing room occupied also by the Collinses.
“Mrs Darcy, I understand that you are with child. My nephew told me of the news. I must confess I was a little surprised; I had hoped that such a happy event would be announced many months ago.”
Elizabeth coloured a little as she composed herself.
“I am sure,” Lady Catherine continued, “that you, Darcy, are pleased?”
“Indeed.”
“I trust, Mrs Darcy, that you are seen to by a doctor regularly?”
“Yes, your ladyship.”
“And do you know when to expect the child?”
“In July, we hope, ma’am.”
From this, conversation turned, much to Elizabeth’s relief, to Georgiana and Miss de Bourgh.
After dinner, the card tables were set up, Elizabeth opting instead to talk with her dear friend Charlotte.
“Charlotte, it has been too long since we last saw each other,” cried Elizabeth.
“Indeed, I do believe the last time we met was in April, on your last visit to Rosings. Perhaps you should visit more often, a great many things have changed since then!” said Charlotte, congratulating Elizabeth.
“Aye, they have!” Elizabeth laughed. “How is little Maria?”
“She is healthy and growing more and more everyday. I do believe she is like her godmother; she already shows a mischievous spirit!”
“I am most surprised; I dare say neither of her parents have such a spirit, unless I have been deceived!”
“Not at all Lizzy, I am most surprised myself. Perhaps you and Mr Darcy would join us at the Parsonage tomorrow?”
“I do not believe we have any engagements, apart from the delightful company of Lady Catherine of course. I am sure my husband will not object. It will be a pleasure!”
“I am glad, Lizzy, for I have missed you greatly.”
“And I you, Charlotte.”
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a sensation that she had never felt before, a strange fluttering, and she moved her hand to her abdomen. Charlotte noticed the look of alarm on her friend’s face.
“Elizabeth, what is wrong?”
Charlotte watched this strange situation unfold. She observed Elizabeth’s hand on her belly and then, seeing that she was surprised rather than pained, laughed gaily.
Elizabeth stared at Charlotte with vexation. “Charlotte, what do find so amusing?”
“Oh Lizzy, I do believe I can solve the mystery which surprises you so,” Charlotte began,. “Your baby is making its presence known!”
Elizabeth smiled in delight and laughed as she felt her baby move within her.
“I believe, Elizabeth, that Mr Darcy is most distracted from his game.”
Elizabeth observed her husband, who was unable to concentrate on what was occurring in the game as he strained to discover what had caused such surprise and laughter from his wife and her friend. Elizabeth laughed again.
“Mrs Darcy,” Mr Darcy started, “do you find something amusing?”
“Not at all, my dear. Perhaps you would be more focused on your game if I joined the table, as I seem to be distracting you.”
Although Elizabeth had been merely jesting with her husband, the suggestion was quickly taken up by Lady Catherine, who insisted that Elizabeth take her place at the table. Elizabeth smiled warmly at Mr Darcy as she took her place next to him, surprising her by taking her hand and squeezing it gently. She coloured and looked towards Lady Catherine who was fortunately engaged in admiring Georgiana at the pianoforte.
Mr Darcy smiled at his wife’s reaction to this almost public display of affection. His smile faded as Elizabeth’s face paled and a grimace passed across her face. He squeezed her hand again before speaking. “Elizabeth?”
“It shall pass, my dear, it always does!”
“Perhaps you should retire early.”
Elizabeth nodded her agreement, praying that the nausea would soon pass. Arrangements were made to visit the Parsonage the following day before she retired for the night.
“Mr Darcy, cousin Elizabeth, it is a pleasure indeed to have you here at our humble abode again. It has not the splendour of Rosings, but it is most appropriate for a man in my position.”
Elizabeth smiled at Mr Collins’ welcome; she thought it a little unnecessary perhaps. After all, neither she nor Mr Darcy were strangers to the house. Indeed, it held certain memories of previous encounters that Elizabeth wished not to dwell upon.
“Thank you, Mr Collins.”
Mr Collins insisted that Mr Darcy allow him to show him his garden. Mr Darcy politely consented so Elizabeth followed Charlotte into the house.
“Lizzy,” began Charlotte as they sat down in the sitting room, “there is someone I would very much like you to meet -- ” She was, however, interrupted by a knock on the door, and a maid entered the room, holding in her arms a child.
“Thank you, Sarah.” The maid left the room after placing the child in her mother’s arms. “Lizzy, I would like you to meet Maria.”
Elizabeth took the child in her arms with delight. She had heard much about this new addition through her correspondence with Charlotte and had been eager to meet her. She was not unused to children, having spent time with her Gardiner cousins, but holding Maria felt very different, more natural somehow.
As she and Charlotte were engaged in the joys of motherhood, Mr Collins and Mr Darcy joined them in the sitting room. Mr Collins’ reaction to the presence of his daughter was a little peculiar.
“Would you like to hold her, Mr Collins?” Elizabeth inquired.
“Ah, no, thank you,” Mr Collins started awkwardly before recollecting himself. “Your wife, Mr Darcy, seems to have made a new acquaintance. This is my daughter Maria.”
Elizabeth was unsure of how her husband would respond, as she placed the child in his arms. He looked a little awkward as he held her, and was certainly surprised when her small hand pulled at his ear. Mr Collins coloured slightly, apparently embarrassed by his daughter. Elizabeth was puzzled. It was peculiar to observe Mr Collins with such a quiet countenance.
Just as Mr Darcy was beginning to look more comfortable, Maria started to cry. Mr Collins flinched at the sound of his daughter’s wails and Charlotte moved to Mr Darcy and took the child.
“Do not look so worried, Mr Darcy, it is not your fault! She is tired. I am sure that you will grow accustomed to such vocal demands!”
“I am certain, Charlotte,” said Mr Collins, “that a nurse will bring much relief to Mr Darcy so that he is not disturbed.”
Charlotte blushed violently at her husband’s behaviour. “Come, little one,” she said affectionately to her daughter. “Perhaps it is time for a sleep.”
The time soon came for the Darcys to leave Kent and return to Derbyshire. Lady Catherine was still somewhat vexed that they had stayed for such a short time.
“Darcy, I insist that your stay is extended. I am sure that you can spare another two weeks.”
“No aunt, I am afraid we cannot. It is important that we return to Pemberley as planned.”
“I do not see why you are in such a hurry to return. I expect that Colonel Fitzwilliam will soon come into Kent, I am certain he would like to see you.”
“Aunt, it is important that we return while Mrs Darcy is still able to travel.”
“Well, if you put it like that, I see there is little choice, yet I am still vexed by the situation. Perhaps,” she continued, “you could spare Georgiana; I believe that Anne would enjoy her company.”
Darcy looked towards his sister. She was only seventeen, too young, perhaps, to be away without a chaperone.
“Darcy, she will be in good company and kept safe, you need not worry.”
“Georgiana, would you like to stay?”
“Of course she would!”
Darcy ignored his aunt and focused on his sister; in such company she spoke very little, but looking at Lady Catherine, nodded.
“It would be an honour, aunt.”
Georgiana’s consent seemed to appease Lady Catherine whose countenance changed from that of vexation to pleasure.
Elizabeth sighed with contentment, the rhythm of the carriage lulling her towards sleep. She felt Darcy pull the blankets tighter round her before moving one hand to rest on the slight bulge of her abdomen. Elizabeth lifted her head up to look at him.
“I am very happy, Fitzwilliam.”
Darcy’s only response was to brush her lips with his.
Chapter 7
Posted on Monday, 6 November 2006
Mr Darcy finished reading a letter which had recently arrived from Fairfield, a smile tugging at his lips. He was still rather unsure about allowing Georgiana to remain in Kent, but the news in the letter lifted his spirits. He picked up his pen and set about replying to his friend.
Pemberley, May 18—Dear Bingley,
I thank you for your last letter and hope that this one finds you in good health. I warmly congratulate you and Jane on the safe arrival of your daughter, and trust that she will bring you great joy! I pray that Jane has recovered fully, I am sure that you shall both adjust to the change.
Elizabeth is as well as can be expected; she is healthy, although a little out of spirits, I think. I must confess that I am somewhat cautious when I approach her; her countenance changes often.
I eagerly await the arrival of our child, but I am little unsure of what to expect. Each day I am astonished that we shall soon have another member in our family.
It is unfortunate that we are unable to visit you at this joyous occasion. It is recommended that Elizabeth does not travel too far from Pemberley until after the child has been born. I believe that this is for the best, but, as you can imagine, Elizabeth is somewhat vexed.
Once again, I congratulate you both. Elizabeth and I hope to see you very soon at Fairfield or here at Pemberley.
Yours &tc,
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Darcy sealed the letter and leant back on his chair, meditating on the circumstances in which he now found himself. He had been married for a year and one half, and would soon be a father, an event he was rather nervous about. At the same time, he was exhilarated at the prospect. Elizabeth. Happiness diffused across his face as he thought of her. His eyes fell upon the letter from Bingley, and he quickly recollected himself as he went in search of Elizabeth to celebrate her sister’s joyous news.
Elizabeth was delighted at the birth of Rebecca Elizabeth Bingley, named after her grandmother and aunt, and dearly wished that she could go to her sister. She was most irritated at Mr Darcy’s insistence that she remain at Pemberley, but she was beginning to understand his reasoning. Kitty was at Fairfield, so Jane was not alone and in good hands, but she could not help but worry.
She rolled over as she struggled to make herself comfortable, but without success. She got out of bed and walked over to the window, rubbing her aching back.
“Come, little one, please calm down,” she whispered to her unborn child, sighing as she was answered with a firm kick. Sleep had become a valuable commodity to Elizabeth, but it often took its time to arrive, her swollen abdomen making it awkward to position herself comfortably. This was not helped when accompanied by the movement of the baby.
She heard a movement behind her and felt the soft lips of her husband linger gently on her shoulder. His arms slipped around her waist and rested on her belly. Elizabeth leant back against his chest, feeling safe and, at last, comfortable. She closed her eyes and sighed happily.
“Can you not sleep, Lizzy?”
“No, not at present.”
“Perhaps you should try again.”
“I should like to see you try with this making it near impossible to be comfortable,” she snapped. “I am sorry,” she continued, “I am only very tired.”
“I know, my dear,” Darcy whispered softly.
“You are too good to me!”
He turned her around so that she faced him, and stroked a lock of hair between his fingers.
“You have never looked so beautiful, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth laughed, “I hardly think so, sir. I have not had enough sleep!”
“Truly, you are,” he continued, “soon we shall have our child, you shall be comfortable again, and you can sleep to your heart’s content. For now though, you shall have to make do with the comfort that I can offer.”
He tilted her chin up with his finger and looked into her eyes before kissing her tenderly. He drew her as close to him as her belly permitted but the moment was broken as he felt a kick in objection.
“Now sir, I do believe that I am in need of some comfort. My feet ache most terribly!”
Darcy raised his eyebrows and led her to the bed, “Would you like to take a seat madam?”
“Why, thank you sir!” Elizabeth laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Darcy knelt down before her and took one of her feet in his hands. Elizabeth sighed in contentment as Darcy’s hands worked at her aching feet.
“Is that better?”
“Mmmm . . . much better. I do not think I can possibly let you leave this room now. I need you at my beck and call!”
Darcy laughed as he helped Elizabeth settle back into bed, “I am sure you do! Now, let’s see if this baby will let mama sleep.”
“Hmm, I doubt it, but perhaps papa can soothe it.”
Darcy smiled and lay down beside Elizabeth, pulling her close to his chest.
A week later, Georgiana returned to Pemberley from Rosings, her arrival coinciding with an invitation from Lady Preston.
“A picnic, Lizzy?” Georgiana exclaimed. “That sounds delightful!”
“It certainly does, a most fitting celebration for Miss Preston.”
“I do not believe I have had the pleasure of a picnic,” Georgiana mused.
“I am sure, my dear, that you shall find it entertaining. I am certain Miss Preston shall. I recall my own thirteenth birthday, mama was very tiresome during the festivities. I believe I took refuge in my father’s library; mama was most displeased.” Elizabeth smiled at the recollection.
“Perhaps Mrs Bennet was right to be displeased, Lizzy.”
“Yes, perhaps she was, but one cannot change the past now, we must concentrate on what is happening in the present, Georgiana. I do believe Mr Preston will be present at his sister’s birthday.”
Georgiana coloured, a little less violently that she had in the past; a result, perhaps, Elizabeth thought, of the constant teasing from Kitty.
“Come Georgiana,” Elizabeth continued, “Your brother and I shall be your chaperones; you will be able to continue your acquaintance with no fear of impropriety or scandal.”
“Lizzy, what if Mr Preston were to make an offer of marriage to me? What should I do?”
“Georgiana, I cannot make such decisions for you. I am afraid that lies with you and, of course, your brother.”
“I do not think that Fitzwilliam approves of Mr Preston.”
“On first acquaintance, Fitzwilliam did not appear to approve of me but he certainly came to look upon me with a more favourable eye.” Elizabeth observed Georgiana as she looked away from her, “Georgiana,” she continued, “do you have a certain regard for Mr Preston?”
The younger woman looked up and shyly nodded.
“And if he were to make you an offer, do you think you would accept?”
“I . . . I believe that perhaps I would.”
“Perhaps?”
“I could not accept him without the consent of my brother. However, I believe that if it is God’s will then he will consent.”
Elizabeth paused briefly, “Perhaps.”
When the day of the picnic arrived, the sun was high in a blue sky. The party were assembled on a hill overlooking Leighton Hall, and, having eaten, were enjoying the fine weather.
Young Beatrice was engaged in a game of Blind Man’s Buff with her friends and several younger cousins.
The game had been initiated by Henry Preston, who appeared to be as entertained by the game as the children.
Georgiana and the elder Mr Preston sat under a parasol under the watchful eye of Lady Preston, as well as Elizabeth and Darcy. In a slightly less formal situation, Georgiana felt a little more at ease with the gentleman.
“Your sister appears to be enjoying her birthday, Mr Preston.”
“Yes, she does, although I think my brother is enjoying it more,” he laughed. “I often wonder whether he thinks he is still thirteen himself!”
“Perhaps he has happy memories of being thirteen.”
“Perhaps he does. He was certainly more agreeable at thirteen than Beatrice is now. She is rather stubborn but perhaps she will improve with time.”
“It is a trying age.”
“Indeed,” smiled Mr Preston. “Miss Darcy,” he continued, “tomorrow I must go to York on business. I am not sure how long I shall be but when I return I should like very much to speak with you again. Would you allow me that honour?”
Georgiana felt the heat rise in her cheeks, “I . . . thank you sir, I should like that.”
After thanking Georgiana, Mr Preston became quiet and the pair found themselves content watching the children as they played.
Lady Preston, who had been closely observing the couple, turned to Elizabeth, “It appears, from observation, that my son is most bewitched by Miss Darcy. I must confess that I have never seen him quite as transfixed by a lady, not even by any of the young ladies in York.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Do not mistake me, Mrs Darcy,” Lady Preston continued. “My son is a gentleman and very honourable, but I should like to see him settled. They make a fine couple, do you not agree?”
“Yes,” replied Elizabeth thoughtfully, “Perhaps they do.” She observed the pair as they talked; she knew of Georgiana’s regard so was careful to note Mr Preston’s countenance. He was very attentive and really did appear to be transfixed.
“Perhaps,” Elizabeth thought to herself, “he is in love with her.” She meditated on this for some time, not noticing the chill in the air until Beatrice announced to her mother that she was feeling a little cold and would like to return to the house.
“My dear?”
Elizabeth recollected herself as Mr Darcy addressed her.
“I think perhaps it is time we returned to Pemberley. There is a chill in the air and you look a little tired.”
“Tired? I cannot imagine how you were given that impression!”
Mr Darcy laughed as he assisted her in standing up. She took his arm gratefully as they followed the rest of the party descending the hill.
Her hand instinctively moved to where her baby grew, “It seems our child is enjoying kicking my ribs today.”
“Are you in pain, my love?”
“A little.”
“Perhaps a bath will calm the baby.”
“A bath would certainly calm me, but this little one?” Elizabeth laughed. “You know as well as I do that as soon as I am relaxed, baby feels the need to exercise!”
“Not unlike its mama!”
The weeks went by and Elizabeth grew steadily. Kitty had returned to Pemberley, much to Elizabeth’s relief. She was finding it increasingly difficult to rise from her bed, or a chair, without assistance and she felt particularly uncomfortable in the warm weather.
As June moved into July, Elizabeth was confined to her chamber to begin her lying in. She found the restriction rather tedious, and had found the company of Kitty a relief as she told her of events at Fairfield.
“Kitty, I cannot tell you how frustrating this is!” Elizabeth cried, throwing down her book.
“Perhaps it would help if you took a turn about the room.”
“Yes, I shall, although I will need you help!”
Kitty laughed as she helped her sister out of bed. Elizabeth started walking around the room, feeling a little better from the exercise.
“Lizzy?” Kitty began. “Did you see Mr Markham while I was with Jane?”
“A little, although it seems to me that he spends more time in our company when you are at Pemberley.”
“Really?”
“Kitty my dear, you have a great deal to learn. It seems that Pemberley shall have two young ladies meditating on matters of the heart.”
Their conversation was suddenly brought to a halt as a look of pain diffused across Elizabeth’s face, her hands moving instinctively to her belly.
“Lizzy?” Kitty’s voice was wrought with panic. “What is wrong?”
“My pains are starting!” Elizabeth gasped as a wave of pain shook her body. She reached out for a chair to steady herself.
“I must find Mr Darcy at once!”
“No, Kitty, please don’t leave me.”
Kitty quickly helped Elizabeth into the chair before calling for a servant, “I will not leave you Lizzy; I promise.”
Mr Darcy paced the hall outside his wife’s apartment. The midwife was called for and warned Darcy that it would be some time before the child was born.
Georgiana had persuaded him to go down to dinner with her but he was unable to eat and had now returned to his post outside Elizabeth’s chamber. Kitty and the midwife went in and out of the room, yet told him nothing of events within. His instance on remaining with Elizabeth was futile as Mrs Reynolds hurried him out of the room. He could hear the cries of pain from Elizabeth, each one piercing his heart.
“Georgiana?” He turned to his sister who had joined him.
“I thought you might like some tea.”
“Thank you.”
“How are you?”
“Oh Georgiana, I hear her cries and wish that I could be in there with her.”
Georgiana laid a hand gently on her brother’s arm, “I understand. I am sure it shall be over soon.”
Several hours later, Darcy was sitting in an alcove a little further down from Elizabeth’s chamber. His thoughts were disturbed by the sudden silence coming from the room. On hearing the door open, he leapt to his feet. The midwife emerged from the room, wiping her brow.
“Mr Darcy, I am so very sorry.”
Chapter 8
Posted Monday, November 13, 2006
“Georgiana.” He turned . . .
“I thought you might like some tea.”
“Thank you.”
“How are you?”
“Oh, Georgiana, I hear her cries and wish that I could be in there with her.”
“I understand. I am sure it shall be over soon.”
Several hours later, Darcy was seated in an alcove a little further down from Elizabeth’s chamber. His thoughts were disturbed by the sudden silence coming from the room. On hearing the door open, he leapt to his feet. The midwife emerged, wiping her brow.
“Mr Darcy, I am so very sorry.”
The colour drained from Mr Darcy’s face and he stared at the woman, unable to speak.
“There was nothing I could do.”
“Lizzy?” Darcy whispered, “Is she... ?”
“Your wife is alive, sir, but only just.”
“The child?”
“I could not save him. I am very sorry" she repeated
Darcy sank down into a chair, the shock overwhelming him. His child, his son, was dead and, still worse, he had almost lost Elizabeth as well. He looked up as Kitty emerged from the room, her cheeks stained from the tears she had shed for her sister and nephew.
“I...I am sorry,” she stuttered before fleeing to her room.
“May I see her please?” he asked the midwife.
“Yes, of course, sir.”
Darcy entered Elizabeth’s chamber, followed by the midwife.
“I am sorry, Mr Darcy, I shall leave you,” she moved towards the door, carrying a tiny bundle in her arms.
“Wait,” Darcy said, “Is...is that my son?” he stammered, trying to regain his composure.
The midwife nodded. “Would you like to hold him, sir?”
Mr Darcy shook his head, moving instead to Elizabeth’s side.
“Very well, sir,” she replied, leaving the room.
Darcy sat down on the chair beside Elizabeth’s bed. He watched as she slept, her complexion very pale. He reached out and brushed some stray curls out of her face, letting his fingers caress her cheek. The feel of her feverish skin left him unable to contain his emotions, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Don’t leave me,Lizzy, please don’t leave me.”
A knock on the door signified the arrival of Georgiana, her face white and tear-stained. She approached her brother cautiously, but upon seeing his face, ran to him and embraced him fiercely.
“Oh, Fitzwilliam,” she cried as she looked at Elizabeth, “will she recover?”
“I don’t know, she is gravely ill; Georgiana, I nearly lost her.”
“I know. Kitty is beside herself, she has sent an express to her sister Jane and urges you to allow her to come to Pemberley.”
“Yes, Lizzy would want her here. Where is Kitty?” Darcy enquired, suddenly realising how desolate she must be feeling.
“In her chamber, I believe.”
“Will you go to her? I think perhaps she needs someone with her, she almost lost a sister, and does not have her family to comfort her.”
“Yes, of course, I shall go at once.”
Once Georgiana had left, Mr Fairfax, who had been called for, joined Darcy at Elizabeth’s side. He took her temperature and frowned, pressing a cold compress to her forehead.
“She lost a great deal of blood during the birth. The bleeding has been stopped, but she has a fever, and she is very weak.” He looked out of the window towards the dawn. “It has been a long night for you, Mr Darcy, I urge you to rest.”
“I should stay with my wife.”
“Sir, I will remain with her, and send for you if necessary. Please, sir, she is in safe hands. I suggest that the two young ladies also rest.”
Darcy nodded in consent, giving into exhaustion, and moved towards the door, but a thought came upon him and he turned to the doctor.
“Doctor, before I retire, I. . . I should like to see my son.”
The midwife was called for, and she returned with the tiny bundle, which she placed gently in Darcy’s arms.
He moved over to the window, where the sun was still rising, and pushed aside the blanket to view his child. He gazed at the tiny features of his son’s face and stroked the silky black hair, feeling the coldness of his skin. Silent tears descended as he held the lifeless form close to his chest. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to face the doctor. Darcy nodded, and, reluctantly relinquishing his son, returned to his own chamber.
Sleep eluded Darcy and he lay, restless, unable to calm his mind. He was not unused to grief, his mother died when he was a child and then, more recently, his father. As a child, he had found it difficult to understand the emotions that coursed through him, and he spent little time grieving for his mother as he comforted Georgiana. His relationship with his father had been strained, and again Darcy had found himself comforting his sister rather than grieving himself. Despite his familiarity with the sensation, what he felt now was like nothing he had ever known. His son was dead, not just the heir of Pemberley, but his child, the child he had come to love even as he grew in his mother’s womb. Darcy was thankful that Elizabeth was still alive; he truly did not know what he would have done if he lost her as well. However, this could not detract from the grief of having their child taken from them so cruelly.
In another part of the house, Kitty and Georgiana were comforting each other. Georgiana sat on the edge of Kitty’s bed as they tried to come to terms with the events of the night.
“Do you feel a little better, Kitty?”
“Yes, a little. How are you?”
“I must confess that I am still shocked. I do not want to believe that our nephew is dead.”
“I . . . oh, Georgiana,” Kitty cried, “it was truly dreadful in there. Lizzy was in such agony, I have never seen her cry so --” she sobbed into Georgiana’s shoulder before continuing, “and then it was over and there was silence. Lizzy had fainted from the pain and I held her hand waiting to hear the child’s cry but it did not come . . . oh Georgiana!”
Georgiana’s own tears fell as she embraced Kitty fiercely. She was unused to such open expression of emotion, and rarely showed her own, but in the presence of Kitty's raw display, Georgiana could not help but release her own feelings. However, despite the tears, the words she spoke were those of wisdom, a wisdom perhaps beyond her seventeen years.
“Grief is a strange thing, but in this life it must be endured. I do not truly understand why God takes those we love, but I believe that He shall comfort us and not abandon us.”
Georgian’s heart was breaking for her new family, she herself was hurting -- but she could not imagine how her brother was feeling, nor how Elizabeth would, when she was told of the devastating events. However, her faith was not shaken. She accepted what was presented to her in life and in times of great trial such as this, turned, without hesitation, to God. She handed a handkerchief to Kitty, who having dried her eyes, smiled at the friend who had become like a sister to her.
“Thank you, Georgiana, you are very dear to me. I am sure that Mr Darcy and Lizzy will take comfort in your words, just as I have.”
Georgiana smiled and embraced her friend once more before suggesting that they rest for the morning before luncheon.
One hour before noon, Darcy awoke to the sound of a carriage approaching the house. He moved to the window to see Bingley and Jane enter the house and descended the stairs to meet them.
“Darcy!” Bingley exclaimed, shocked at his disheveled appearance. Darcy greeted his friend fondly before turning to Jane.
Jane embraced her brother-in-law with an affection not unlike that which she held for Elizabeth
“I thank you for coming so quickly,” Darcy said.
“We could think of nothing else. Jane has been beside herself with worry. Tell us, how does Elizabeth fare?”
“She is not yet awake, gravely ill, but mercifully she lives. She . . . she does not know that our son is dead.”
Jane, unable to maintain her composure, let out a gentle sob. “Please, Mr Darcy, I must go to her.”
"Yes, of course, come. I shall take you to her."
Chapter 9
Posted on Wednesday, 22 November 2006
Elizabeth awoke to find Jane and Kitty at her side. Rubbing her eyes groggily, she turned to her sister. “Jane?”
Jane was relieved when Dr Fairfax confirmed that Elizabeth’s fever had broken. Although she was still unwell, it appeared that she was out of danger. Jane’s relief was heightened now as she heard her sister speak her name.
“Oh Lizzy, you’re awake!” she cried, “Kitty, run and fetch Mr Darcy at once!” Kitty, although a little disgruntled at the dictatorial manner in which her sister commanded her, hastened out of the room in search of Mr Darcy.
Elizabeth, a little more alert, pushed herself up in her elbows, trying in vain to sit up.
“Lizzy, do not exert yourself, you must rest, you are not well.”
This sentiment was echoed by Mr Darcy who had entered her chamber hastily, followed by Kitty.
Elizabeth smiled gently up at her husband as he bent down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
“I am so relieved to see you awake, Elizabeth!” he cried earnestly, kissing her again.
Elizabeth closed her eyes briefly allowing her mind to drift. However, she quickly opened them again as she recollected recent events. She observed her husband’s change in countenance as she asked him the question that he had been dreading.
“Fitzwilliam, where is my baby?”
Kitty and Dr Fairfax slipped unnoticed out of the room, followed by Jane, in order to give the couple the necessary privacy. Jane, knowing that this would certainly not be an agreeable time for either, remained close to her sister’s chamber should she be needed.
Darcy, on hearing the door close, turned to Elizabeth and took her hand in his.
“Elizabeth, I - I truly wish that I did not have to tell you this,” he began, seeing the tears already begin to form in her eyes, “Darling Lizzy, our . . . our son is dead, he . . . he did not survive the birth.”
The tears that had threatened spilled freely from Elizabeth’s eyes. She had known that something was amiss when she observed Darcy’s change in countenance, as she asked for her baby -- but nothing could have prepared her for this. She recalled the agony of the birth, and the moment of not hearing a cry from her child before she fell into a faint. She turned towards Mr Darcy, “Are - are you sure?”
Darcy nodded as he reached over to stroke her cheek but she turned away from him, not wanting him to touch her . Darcy was shocked by such an action and was not sure what it meant. “Lizzy . . .”
“Please Fitzwilliam, I should like to be on my own for a little while.”
“Yes, I . . . I shall leave you then.”
Elizabeth did not reply to her husband but on hearing the door close behind her, the floodgates were opened. She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow and wept.
As he left Elizabeth’s chamber, Mr Darcy met Jane and Kitty sitting in the alcove that he had previously occupied. Jane, observing her brother-in-law’s countenance, suggested that Kitty join Georgiana and Mr Bingley for luncheon, assuring her that they follow shortly.
“Come Mr Darcy, I think perhaps we should take a turn before luncheon.”
Darcy consented and walked with his wife’s sister in the direction of the long gallery.
“She asked me to leave her, Jane, she would not even let me touch her.”
Jane paused before responding carefully, “She has just been told that the baby she has carried has died, it is a shock to her. I cannot imagine how she is feeling, nor you for that matter, but we both know how private she can be. I think that perhaps it shall take time before she will be ready to relinquish some of that privacy. She will need time to grieve and I believe that you also do, sir.”
Darcy ran a hand through his hair and nodded his head. He had a great respect for Mrs Bingley; her quiet manner hid a gentle wisdom that he admired.
“Come Mr Darcy, let us have some refreshment and I shall go to Lizzy in a short while.”
Elizabeth had wept until it seemed she could weep no more and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She did not want to dwell upon the emotions that overwhelmed her but she knew she could not ignore them.
She had not yet seen her son and was unsure of whether she could find the courage to hold him; the very thought caused tears to well up again. The pain she was feeling was great, she had carried a child for nine months, she had endured the agony of childbirth but the reward of a much-loved baby was not to be hers. She moved her hand to her abdomen and felt its emptiness resound through her body, leaving a hole in her heart.
She was startled by a knock on the door.
“Lizzy? May I come in?”
Elizabeth was relieved to hear Jane’s voice call to her, and quickly allowed her sister entrance.
Jane embraced Elizabeth tenderly, she said nothing, simply held her until Elizabeth was ready to talk to her.
Elizabeth pulled away, a faint smile on her face as she looked, rather unsteadily, into her sister’s eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Oh Lizzy, I cannot imagine how you are feeling, I must confess, this is not a situation with which I am familiar. You know that can always talk to me should you wish to.”
“Jane, I think perhaps that you are the only person to whom I can speak.”
Jane smiled as she brushed a lock of her hair out of Elizabeth’s face, “Lizzy, I hope that you do not mean that. There is someone who dearly wishes to speak with you.
Elizabeth knew that Jane referred to Mr Darcy; her colour rose and she looked down at her hands.
“I do not know how. I do not understand my own feelings, how can I possibly comprehend his? Jane, I do not know what do to, my baby . . .” Elizabeth could not continue, once more she was consumed by the grief of losing her child and wept bitterly in Jane’s arms.
After dinner that evening, Darcy withdrew to sit with Elizabeth, leaving his sister to be hostess to their guests. Georgiana played a little but it could not lift the sombre mood that had descended on Pemberley.
“How is Elizabeth?” Bingley asked his wife.
“Charles, I cannot truly say.”
“It must have been a terrible shock, it is a blessing that Lizzy is not dead.” Bingley looked down to where her held Jane’s hand, “if she had . . .” he shook his head as he continued, “Darcy is distraught, but to lose Lizzy, I do not know if he could go on. I know that I could not if God were to take you from me.”
Jane stroked her husband’s hand, “Fortunately that is not the case for either you or Fitzwilliam. Oh Charles, I do not know what to do, I have never seen her like this. I remember when we were children, Lizzy must only have been seven years old, she found a bird’s nest with a clutch of eggs in it. She greatly anticipated the time when the eggs would hatch. A few days later, she visited the tree, only to find that the nest had been destroyed and the eggs gone. She cried for two days and was inconsolable.”
“Jane, this is somewhat more serious than the loss of a clutch of eggs.”
Jane gave him a reproachful look, “Charles, I am very well aware of that, Lizzy is in so much pain. When the eggs went, our father took her in his arms and she stopped crying. Perhaps I should write to him and urge him to come.”
“Perhaps you should speak to Darcy first.”
Jane nodded, “I hope that Lizzy will be able to talk to Fitzwilliam, I am worried, very worried indeed.”
The party all looked up from their various occupations when the drawing room door opened. Georgiana abandoned her playing as her brother entered the room, moving towards him as he sat heavily in an armchair.
“Elizabeth is asleep now,” he began, “I believe she is a little better.”
Kitty returned to her work and the Bingleys to their conversation but Georgiana knelt by her brother, concerned at how tired he looked.
“Fitzwilliam?”
“I am well my dear, just a little tired. I think it is time I started the arrangements for burying him.”
“Oh…”
“Indeed, I do not wish to, but I must, and soon.”