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Prologue

Posted on Sunday, 3 September 2006

Edward Bingley sat down next to his desk and sighed. He was getting too old to attend these balls and dances with his son and daughters. It didn't help matters that his doctor had informed him of the seriousness of his ill health. Six months left him little time to finalize all his plans for his children so that they would be secure and safe.

Louisa, he worried the least about except for her happiness. She had accepted the first man to ask her, a Mr. Hurst. He was a fine well-off gentleman, but he worried that while their differences in temperament might be accommodated after a few years of marriage, Louisa's dependence on her elder sister may create difficulties between her and Mr. Hurst which may make it an unhappy marriage for them both.

However, Edward Bingley's biggest disappointment was his daughter Caroline. He was not sure how she had changed from the sweet, loving little girl to the arrogant and fortune and position hunting woman she had become. He only knew that it started after the death of her mother and increased after going to school. He also feared Caroline's influence on her elder brother and younger sister. Edward pitied his son's friend from school, a Mr. Darcy, for if his daughter ever became truly aware of his fortune, she would be fawning over the poor man at every opportunity.

Yet, Edward worried mostly for his son, Charles. Charles was so easy-going and trusting that many a fortune-hunter and any person wishing to take advantage of his position in society may well be able to do so. He did not wish to see his son locked into a loveless marriage; however he would not be able to be there to advise Charles if his health had its way about it. He wanted to be sure his son would be safe.

Still, another possible solution to this had presented itself in the form of a letter from a long time friend from his own school years, a Mr. Richard Philips. His friend had mentioned that his younger brother, an attorney living in the country, worried for his brother-in-law due to his having five daughters with an entailment hanging over their heads. His concern had been heightened by the fact that Mr. Bennet, his brother-in-law had taken seriously ill earlier that year, so much so that he nearly died. Thus, the anxiety over the girls' security increased.

As Edward mulled this over again as he had all evening, he considered contacting Mr. Bennet on an arrangement, namely one that would secure his family should anything negatively impact Mr. Bennet's health. Edward pulled out paper, pen and ink and began a letter to a Mr. Richard Philips asking for information regarding contacting a Mr. Bennet of Hertfordshire.

Mr. Edward Bingley sat in his study as he had a month ago when he penned a letter setting a string of events in motion. In a short amount of time, he and Mr. Bennet had corresponded numerous times and now they were to meet and discuss this situation in person. Mr. Bennet said that he would tell his family they were to travel to London to visit his wife's family, the Gardeners, as he did not wish to "discuss" this issue with his wife and children as the outburst following might lead many disagreements. After arriving at the Gardeners, Mr. Bennet would then travel to see him with the excuse that he had some business to attend that would not take long and allow his family to see London.

Edward hoped that Mr. Bennet would be as agreeable to this arrangement as he had implied in his letters and that it would be handled quickly. Over the past month, his health had deteriorated much faster than anticipated and he felt that his time was now very precious and in little supply.

Just then, Mr. Bennet was announced and brought in. Edward smiled and gestured for him to take a seat.

"Mr. Bennet, it is good to meet you at last. Please pardon me for not getting up and greeting you properly. As you know my health is not good and has, unfortunately, progressed more quickly than I would have liked. Please make yourself comfortable. May I offer you anything to drink?"

"No, thank you, Mr. Bingley," Mr. Bennet stated as he seated himself. "I fully understand the situation as I myself was extremely ill earlier this year. But I must ask that you let me be frank with you about this arrangement you have suggested"

"Of course, go ahead. I would dearly like to hear your thoughts on this."

"First, let me make this clear that I am only considering this because I fear for my daughters' future. Earlier this year, I nearly died due to illness which would have left my family in very poor circumstances. I do not particularly like the idea of arranging a match for any of my daughters as I would prefer them to marry for love or at least a deep affection, but I do not see another choice currently if I am to see my family safe should I die before they marry. However, two concerns still nag at my mind, namely how soon you intend for this marriage to take place if we agree on it? After all, my eldest are only 16 and 18. The second is what advantage would you find in a match to a country gentleman's family whose income is far exceeded by your own as well as receiving relatively little for the daughter's dowry?"

"Your reasoning sounds much like my own. I too wish to see my children happily married and that is what has driven me to ask for this arrangement. I had not considered an immediate marriage as I understood your daughters to be too young. My intention was to arrange a match so that my son would be protected from fortune hunters and my eldest daughter's wishes for higher society whether or not a match would truly suit. I had thought that perhaps four years from now would be about right. Your eldest two would be 22 and 20. That would give all our children the chance to meet society before turning to matrimony. As for advantages, all I care about is to see my children safe and happy. Position and money mean nothing if they have neither of those."

The silence grew and Mr. Bennet thought over what had been told him. Then a small smile graced his features.

"That sounds reasonable and I would be honored to be connected to such a family as yours. But we still must decide which of my daughters you would like your son to marry."

Edward sighed in relief and smiled in return as he leaned back in his chair. "Thank you for agree Mr. Bennet, and you are right we must decide on which daughter. As I know relatively little of your daughters, could you describe the eldest two to me as the others are too young to be considered?"

"Of course. My eldest, Jane, is the beauty of the family and is 18. She is sweet-tempered, kind, loving to all her family and always looks to see the best in people although that does make her vulnerable to some of the less sincere people in that she cannot see their faults so clearly. Elizabeth is the second oldest at 16, and I must admit my favorite. While she is not the beauty Jane is, she is still very pretty as well as very intelligent, witty, loves to walk, protective of her family. She is my brightest daughter. She is determined in her own thoughts and not easily led or pushed into any direction."

"They both sound like lovely girls. It seems the eldest has a similar temperament to my son. While a good match there, it might leave them open to those less sincere than they. No, I think the second eldest, Elizabeth, is what my son needs. She has the will to speak her own mind and stand up for herself which my son could use just a little more of. I also think they will get along very well as well."

Mr. Bennet sighed. He knew before coming here that there was a good chance his Lizzy would be the one picked and he was right. Although he did not relish telling Lizzy of this arrangement later, he knew that this would be the best for his family and that she would not be completely unhappy.

"I will hate to lose my favorite in a few years, but I guess that was inevitable anyway. Who do you want to draw up the papers?"

"I'll have them drawn up, and you can sign them in two days from now if that is convenient?"

"Certainly," Mr. Bennet paused, "may I put one provision in the contract that should either party, your son or my daughter, find another they wish to marry prior to the arranged time of marriage, that they be released from the engagement as long as it is agreed by all parties including the parents?"

Edward frowned, looking down at the table in thought. It was a risk that some may take advantage of if they knew about it. Looking up quickly at Mr. Bennet, "Of course, as long neither party are informed until such time as it may be necessary."

"Agreed." Both men stood and shook hands on it.

A few days later the papers were signed and handed over to the Bingley family lawyer. And Mr. Bennet returned with his family to Hertfordshire. The two gentlemen remained in contact with each other over the course of the next two months.

Just before his death, Mr. Edward Bingley asked to speak to his son alone. There he informed him of the arranged marriage, but not to the identity of the lady. He told him that he would be told just prior to the four year deadline and that he would meet her then. Charles was not exactly happy about it, but neither could he refuse nor upset his father especially when he was dying.

It would be a further four years before a Bennet and a Bingley came in contact again.

Chapter 1

Posted on Wednesday, 6 September 2006

Four years have passed since Mr. Edward Bingley passed away. His son, Charles, now sat in his father's old study, fidgeting. Unable to sit still he got up and started pacing the room only to sit down and fidget again. This activity continued over the course of the next fifteen minutes before his friend who sat to the side of the room lost patience.

"Oh, for pity's sake Bingley, sit down and stop this agitated behavior. It will not change the engagement or who the lady is."

"Maybe it won't Darcy, but I can't help but worry if the lady in question could be one of the lady's of the ton, you know which ones I mean." Bingley continued to pace.

"Somehow, I don't think it could be any of them, least of all Lady Eileen. Bingley, you of all people knew your father's opinion of fortune hunters. You also know that has to be his reasoning behind arranging this match for you. Do you really think your father would deliberately do something to make you miserable?"

"No." Bingley turned quickly to face Darcy, "But I notice that you're not so quick to defend your Aunt's claim Darcy, so why do you defend this?"

Darcy blinked and clenched his jaw. "You know very well that is a different situation. There was never any formal . . ."

"I know, Darcy, and I apologize, that comment was uncalled for. It is just so frustrating being stuck in an arranged marriage and not even knowing who the lady is. It is maddening." Bingley pushed his hand through his hair.

"Don't worry so much. At least, with your father's choosing, the lady will be at least tolerable.1 Anyway, it cannot be that bad. At least you're not matched up with my Aunt Catherine," Darcy commented in attempt at humor, however, he failed to notice at first how his friend had gone pale with a decidedly greenish tinge. When he did notice, he turned to him in alarm, "Bingley, what is it? You look positively ill!"

Bingley closed his eyes, "Don't even joke about that, Darcy. It isn't funny."

"Sorry, I thought it might cheer you to see how much worse it could be."

"Perhaps, but you fail to realize, or accept, the possibility she might have the same personality as your aunt."

"You're being paranoid."

"Maybe so, but four years of wondering gives you plenty of time to come up with all kinds of situations."

"And here I thought I was the pessimist and you the optimist."

"Usually that is true, but I won't calm until I learn a little about her."

Everything settled down a bit after Darcy talked him into a few games of Chess, all of which Bingley lost horribly. After the fifth game the lawyer entered with his papers. Bingley immediately stood, knocking several pieces off the board. While Darcy rolled his eyes and went to retrieve the pieces, the lawyer chuckled.

"A little nervous about finding out whom you're engaged too?"

Before Bingley could reply, Darcy spoke, "Little doesn't come close enough." This caused Bingley to roll his eyes and the lawyer laughed.

"Mr. Smith, I know my father trusted you with everything especially this, but could we please suspend with the suspense and tell me the name of the lady I've been waiting four years to hear about?"

"Of course. But before we begin, would you wish the gentlemen to be privy to the information?"

"Yes, Darcy is my friend and I trust him completely."

"As you wish. Down to business. Mr. Bingley, your father entrusted me with handling the arrangement from the beginning. The young lady your father chose for you is Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn in Hertfordshire. She is now twenty years old and has four sisters."

Charles sat there blinking. He had no idea who she was, at least she certainly was not a member of the ton. "How did my father become acquainted with the Bennets? I would assume he had to know something about them before forming the connection."

"Your father met Mr. Bennet through an old school chum of his. His friend, Mr. Richard Philips, had mentioned his younger brother's connection to a country gentleman with five daughters. Apparently, your father wanted to make a match for you and asked his friend about them. He eventually corresponded with Mr. Bennet before meeting with him and coming to this agreement."

"What do you know about Mr. Bennet and his family?" asked Darcy.

"Mr. Bennet is a modest country gentleman. Unfortunately his daughters' dowries are rather small, a little over a thousand pounds apiece. Unfortunately, his estate is entailed to his cousin, a Mr. Collins. His sister is married to Mr. Philips younger brother. His wife has a brother in trade. I believe they live here in London, in Cheapside. Other than that, I personally know very little of the family."

"The connections are lower than expected. And the entailment certainly makes their situation more precarious. For some reason the name Collins sounds familiar, but I can't recall where."

"Oh Darcy, what does it matter about their position, connections, or the entailment? My father set up this match and he did the contacting, thus they must be a good family and I won't tolerate you putting them down without even meeting them. After all, I'm supposed to marry the one daughter. I don't want to lose your friendship because you dislike my future wife's familial situation."

Darcy looked a little chastened at this. He knew Bingley did not choose this and that it was all prearranged. He worried that his friend was being used by this family and that they had somehow tricked Bingley's father into signing this agreement even though he had initiated the contact. He did not want to see his friend hurt.

"Sorry, Bingley, I did not intend to insult them or you. I apologize. You won't lose my friendship because of it."

"Ahem." Startled, both turned to look back at Mr. Smith, "I don't mean to interrupt, but there are a few other issues that need to be discussed."

"Of course, please continue Mr. Smith," stated Bingley.

"Your father instructed that after four years had passed and you were told the identity of the lady that you go to Hertfordshire as soon as possible and get to know Miss Bennet and her family before the wedding and then to make all the plans necessary. Knowing this and having received a request from you to look for a country estate that might suit your needs, I found one available in Hertfordshire called Netherfield. You may want to consider it as it will be close to Miss Bennet's family and will make this part of your father's instructions easier to fulfill."

"I will consider it, but I would like to see the estate first. When would be a good time to see it?"

"It will be open anytime you wish, Sir."

"I will go tomorrow. The sooner I settle on it the better."

"Might I recommend that you contact Mr. Bennet before arriving as it might be possible that Miss Elizabeth might not be aware of the engagement as of yet."

"Why wouldn't she know?"

"She is Mr. Bennet's favorite daughter and he may have delayed in telling her in order to allow her to live as normal a life as possible without the idea that she is to be married to someone she did not know."

"Why was it done that way for her and not for me?"

"With all due respect sir, but I believe your father's early death may have played a role in how soon you were informed. I know he wanted to inform you himself."

"Oh, I understand." The room grew silent as nobody could find anything to say. Mr. Bingley broke the silence, "Well, I shall write to Mr. Bennet and inform him of my knowledge of this and that I will be seeking an estate in the neighborhood tomorrow, but that I will wait until he either acknowledges my letter or until he decides to meet with me, whichever he prefers."

"That sounds like an excellent plan Mr. Bingley. I'll leave you Mr. Bennet's address so that you can reach him. If that is all, sir, I will go back to my office."

"Of course, and thank you sir for your loyalty and kindness to both my father and my family." Mr. Bingley said as he shook hands with the man.

"Thank you, sir, and if I may say so, I wish you the best of wishes for your future happiness."

"Thank you." Mr. Smith took his papers and left. As the door closed behind him, Mr. Bingley took a seat behind the desk and put his head in his hands. Looking up at Darcy, "Well, Darcy, you have been awfully quiet. What have you to say about all this?"

"Frankly, I do not know what to think. It is unexpected for your father to pick the daughter of a country gentleman who is barely an acquaintance. Other than that, I do not know what to say."

"Will you be willing to travel with me tomorrow? I could use your support and advice."

"Certainly, I will. I will inform my sister as to the change of plans and make the appropriate arrangements. How early are you intending on leaving in the morning?"

"I thought about 7 am. I wanted to get an early start."

Darcy's eyebrows reached for his hairline when he heard the time, "You really do want to leave early don't you. I'll meet you here at seven."

Just then they heard a commotion in the entry way which made them both stifle groans. "That must be Caroline returning from her visits. Looks like your going to have to run the gauntlet to get out of the house old friend," Bingley grinned.

"Very funny. Are you going to tell her about this whole situation?"

"No. I'll simply tell her I have business to attend to and that will be all. I fell no inclination to deal with Caroline's reaction on top of everything else that has happened. I'll send this letter by express to Mr. Bennet today."

"Very well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Darcy, and good luck." Bingley smiled at Darcy before turning back to the letter started in front of him. Darcy nodded back and headed for the door. Just before reaching it he stopped and took a deep breath and opened the door.

Meanwhile, events at Longbourn remained tranquil as possible considering Mrs. Bennet's complaints of nerves and the younger girls' antics. However, the little amount of peace achieved was severely disrupted a little over a year previously when Mr. Bennet again succumbed to serious illness. While not fatal, He never fully recovered. Now dependent on a walking stick and unable to handle the long walks he was accustomed to, he retreated to his library more than ever. Jane and Elisabeth would always spend time with him. Even Mary would come in and talk with him each day usually discussing some of the books she had helped read to him when he'd been so ill and neither Jane nor Lizzy were available.

During these talks, Mary had come out of her shell. This allowed her to become closer to her elder two sisters as well. Jane and Elizabeth helped her improve her ability at the pianoforte and they spent much time just talking and walking together. They were delighted to share confidences with their sister especially when they discovered how observant their sister was. She still held an air of practicality about her though. Also, these close calls with her father's life had made her extremely protective of her family. She could bite her tongue when the occasion called for it, but anyone insulting her family could be assured of eventually facing her scathing remarks of their attitude and behavior.

One day, specifically the same day Mr. Bingley was being appraised of his fiancée's identity, while she was up the ladder getting a book for her father, she discovered some papers all signed by her father and a Mr. Edward Bingley. About to put it back, she noticed Elizabeth's name mentioned in it. Curiosity getting the better of her usual non-invasive attitude, she started reading with her eyes widening the further she went.

"If I knew sending you to get a book would get you so interested in one that you'd forget to bring me mine, I'd have done that long ago." Mr. Bennet smiled up to his daughter as he entered the room.

"It's not a book Papa," came her terse reply. "May I ask what you were thinking of arranging a marriage for Lizzy of all people?" Mary looked at her father with thinned lips as he stopped smiling.

"Come down here, Mary, I think we need to talk."

Mr. Bennet limped over to his desk and sat behind it heaving a sigh. He looked like he'd aged ten years in that moment. Every wrinkle was accentuated, his eyes were tired and he sat slumped in his seat. Mary took a seat across from him patiently waiting for an explanation. Mr. Bennet told her all from his illness over four years ago to signing the contract.

"So you agreed to this, to protect all of us and because you felt that the marriage would at least be comfortable for Lizzy."

"Yes, My only concern has been for my daughters and my wife. I did not want to see any of my children suffer and tried to find a solution that would take care of all of you. And it has been a weight on my shoulders for the past four years which has lifted a little in telling it. Thank you for listening."

"It's not a problem listening." Pausing, Mary got up and hugged her father, "I love you Papa, thank you taking care of us, and I know it could not have been easy for you to promise your favorite like that." Mr. Bennet looked up as if to say something, but was cut off by his daughter, "Don't bother trying to apologize or denying that you have a favorite. Lizzy has been all her life. You both have similar tastes and enjoyments and if you had had a son, you probably would have treated him the same as you treat Lizzy. I harbor no resentment for not being the favorite. I am just happy to have a father who cares and loving sisters and mother even though some are rather hard to deal with."

Mr. Bennet chuckled at the last comment, "You are wise beyond your years, Mary. I both respect and pity the young man you will marry someday. I'm not sure he'll be able to keep up with you." Mr. Bennet's eyes twinkled in mirth as he smiled at his much underestimated daughter.

"Well, that may be so, but you do apprehend that you still have to tell Lizzy about this and soon. You realize that she is not going to react well to this."

"That's what's been worrying me."

After his discussion with Mary, Mr. Bennet decided to talk with Lizzy first thing the next morning. It would be best not to postpone this any further. He sighed, he was no doubt going to be the recipient of his favorite daughter's ill feeling.

The next morning he asked Hill to send Elizabeth in, he sat back and tried to figure out how he was to break it to her that she was to be married to a man she had never met before in her life. Not to mention that she may be meeting him in the near future as it had been the four years since the agreement was signed.

He didn't have much time to think about it as Elizabeth walked in.

"Papa, is everything alright? You don't look like you are feeling well. What has happened?" Elizabeth watched her father who looked both tired and as if he was dreading something, though she didn't know what.

"Elizabeth, please sit down. I have something to relate to you that will directly affect your future, but I need you to promise me that you will remain quiet until you have let me finish telling you all of this."

"Of course, Papa, but I don't understand what you mean by affecting my future."

"I will explain everything to you." Elizabeth took a seat across from her father, ready to listen to what he had to say with no little curiosity and a small amount of trepidation.

"This all started with a letter I received four years ago from a Mr. Edward Bingley . . ." Mr. Bennet related everything to Elizabeth short of the provision added to the contract. He watched as she grew tense in her seat, her jaw tightened, and pursed her lips. The truly painful part was to see the mixture of hurt, anger and betrayal that flashed in his daughter's eyes. But what surprised him most was the understanding the resided there too.

"Well, Elizabeth, now you know everything. What have you to say on the matter?" Mr. Bennet watched his daughter carefully as Elizabeth obviously worked out what she wanted to say.

Finally, she stood and walked a short distance away before turning to face him. "Father," he winced as she said this; she usually called him 'Papa.' "I understand why you did this. You had faced the possibility of dying without providing a living for your family and wanted to secure all of us so that we would be well cared for upon your death. However, it does not relieve the pain and hurt that I have been used as a bargaining chip in order to do so. You have long known that I desire only to marry for love and now I am to be forced to marry a total stranger. Mr. Bingley may be a completely amiable man, but it does not change the fact that I have no choice. How could you do this?"

"As you said daughter, I wanted to protect my family, you included. I can't say that this was the best decision in my life, but it most certainly not my worst."

"Don't be so certain about that." Lizzy headed for the door.

"Elizabeth, where are you going?" Mr. Bennet demanded.

"Out for a walk. I need to be out of this house and away from here for a while." She pulled the door open and started out before turning to face her father, "Don't expect me back for lunch." Elizabeth pulled the door shut and remembering not to slam it. The last thing she needed was for her mother to call out what was happening and have an attack of nerves that would prevent her taking her walk. She walked past Hill on her way out.

Mrs. Hill didn't know what had upset Miss Elizabeth, but she hoped it would clear up soon. She continued to the Master's library and knocked. Upon hearing a "Come in," she entered and handed him the letter she carried, "An express just arrived for you sir."

Frowning, Mr. Bennet took the letter and dismissed Hill with a "Thank you." Hill curtsied and left. Taking a look at the address, Mr. Bennet's inhaled sharply; it was from a Mr. Charles Bingley.

Chapter 2

Posted on Wednesday, 6 September 2006

Over the next few days, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Bennet corresponded. They agreed that they should meet to discuss this more thoughts. So, it was decided that Mr. Bennet would call on Mr. Bingley at Netherfield after he was settled and before his sisters arrived.

This is how Mr. Bennet found himself in his carriage traveling to Netherfield to meet the man his daughter was to marry. He only hoped that he was as genuine as he had sounded in his letters. If so, it may soften Lizzy's feelings toward the match. She had not spoken to him more than necessary since he told her the news, and he couldn't really blame her. So far as he knew, she had not confided in anyone, not even Jane. At dinner that first night, Mary graced him with a 'well-what-did-you-think' look when she observed the lack of conversation coming from Elizabeth and the stormy look she wore. Jane had even noticed something was wrong, but seemed to be waiting for Elizabeth to speak up.

Mr. Bennet had not realized how much he'd been in though as he looked up to see Netherfield. Shaking his head, he prepared himself for what was sure to follow.

Once arriving and identifying himself to a servant he was let to the drawing room where he saw two gentlemen look up. One was tall and dark haired while the other light and only slightly shorter. The blonde haired man stood immediately upon the servant's announcement and approached him.

"Mr. Bennet, it is good to meet you at last sir. I am Charles Bingley and may I introduce my good friend Mr. Darcy."

"It is good to meet you finally as well, Mr. Bingley. And you as well sir," as he looked from Bingley over to Darcy.

Darcy nodded, "It is a pleasure to meet you sir."

Silence grew as each man's discomfort grew.

Breaking the silence, "Perhaps, considering the nature of what we are to discuss, might I suggest that we move to my study, Mr. Bennet?"

"Certainly, that sounds like the best option."

"Might I also request the presence of Mr. Darcy as he is aware of the situation?"

Mr. Bennet looked over at Mr. Darcy, considering, "Alright."

"Thank you." The relief on Mr. Bingley's face almost made Mr. Bennet smile.

Upon reaching the study, all three took a seat.

Mr. Bennet could see how nervous the young man was by his shifting in his seat every few seconds and the clearing of his throat and opening his mouth to say something only to stop and start the whole routine over again. He could see from the corner of his eye, Darcy closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as this continues. Mr. Bennet was reminded of how he had felt upon approaching Mr. Gardiner, Fanny's father, for permission to marry. No doubt the arranged match made this tension worse for the young man in front of him.

Taking pity on him, Mr. Bennet spoke up, "Your father spoke very highly of you during our bring acquaintance. He was obviously quite proud of you. Please accept my much belated condolences on the loss of your father. He was a good man."

Relaxing, Mr. Bingley smiled slightly, "Thank you, sir. You are very kind."

Silence threatened to over take them once again when Mr. Bennet again spoke up. "So, how do you feel about this arrangement between yourself and my daughter?"

So taken aback by the question, Mr. Bingley could not respond at first. Blinking and shaking his head he looked up and met his future father-in-law's eyes. "To be honest sir, I do not know what I feel. I mean to say that I've known of the arrangement for the past four years, but I knew nothing of you, your daughter or your family until a little over week ago. But I will honor this agreement and I hope that I will be a good husband to your daughter sir and that this arrangement will turn into a happy marriage for us both."

Mr. Bennet smiled. "Good, it's excellent to hear you speak honestly. It would do well to emphasis this trait with Elizabeth when you meet her at the Meryton Assembly in a week."

Mr. Bingley blushed, "But I, nor my sister or friend, have been invited sir."

"Nonsense. I just extended it to all of you." He smirked as he sat back in his chair; he liked this young gentleman.

"Thank you sir. . . May I ask or . . . you mentioned in one of your letters that Miss Elizabeth was aware of the engagement. Would it be possible for you to tell me how she feels about it?"

Mr. Bennet shifted in his chair uneasily as he noticed this had garnered him the full attention of the other gentleman in the room. "Elizabeth was only informed just before I received your express stating that you would be in Meryton that very day. She did not like the fact that I had kept this secret for so many years. She was even less happy upon hearing the very next day of your arrival in Meryton from her mother's gossip. Elizabeth does not like to be pushed or hurried into anything. I fear I made a mistake in not informing her sooner as now she has so little time to adjust to the situation before meeting you."

Bingley winced upon hearing this. Darcy raised an eyebrow, intrigued at how a young woman who would stand to benefit from such a marriage could be so upset about it.

"Remember Mr. Bingley, she has only just learned about it, and that it is me who she is truly angry with. She will not take it out on you when you meet." More like he hoped she would not take it out on the poor man.

"Of course, sir. I had hoped that Miss Elizabeth would at least not be so upset about this; however, I fully understand that this has been quite a shock for her. I remember how shocked I was when I first learned the news. I will be sure to give her the time she needs to adjust to this after all I have had four years worth of time." Mr. Bingley smiled at Mr. Bennet showing that he truly understood before continuing. "Mr. Bennet we have yet to discuss when or how this should be announced." He hoped his future father-in-law would not want it done right away because it would make the perfect excuse not to inform Caroline.

"I think it should be delayed for now. I have not even told my wife or youngest daughters because it would be all over Meryton in short order. Also, neither you nor Elizabeth will have any peace if she discovers the engagement. My wife will no doubt be rather fervent on the subject of marriage, especially when it involves one of her daughters particularly considering certain circumstances in the family."

"You mean the entailment," said Mr. Bingley understandingly.

"Ah . . . yes. Anyway, she would pester Elizabeth with wedding preparations almost from the moment she learns of it. It would not make Elizabeth feel any better to have her mother constantly after her.

"No, I imagine not. What do you recommend sir? What would be best suited for your daughter?"

"Delay announcements for the time being. Take time to get to know each other before having to deal with everyone else's congratulations."

"I will sir."

As silence started to pick up once more, Mr. Bingley asked, "Is there something else that I should be aware of."

"No, I think we've covered everything we have to at the moment. The rest depends on you and Elizabeth. I'll take my leave. I look forward to seeing you both at the Meryton Assembly," Mr. Bennet stated including the silent Mr. Darcy.

"Thank you sir, we shall be sure to attend."

"Good day sir." Mr. Darcy nodded to Mr. Bennet as he left.

Mr. Bingley took his seat again, "Well, Darcy what did you think about Mr. Bennet? Does he seem to be the kind of parental fortune hunter intent only upon securing a wealthy husband for his daughter that you seemed to think earlier?"

Darcy glared at Bingley, "You know I apologized for that and, no, I don't think he is a fortune hunter. He seems to truly regret hurting his daughter by not telling her, but he does seem to be concerned for his family's welfare. He was obviously concerned about what kind of person you were and seemed pleased with what he found."

"That's what I thought too. Now all we have to do is handle Caroline's reaction to the fact that we're attending the Assembly in a week."

"I'm just glad that it is you telling her and not me."

"Oh, thank you so much, my friend."

In the meantime, Jane spotted Elizabeth in the garden and decided to go talk to her.

"Alright, Lizzy, come tell me what is wrong." Jane had been trying to corner her sister most of the morning. She had seen her sister acting oddly for over a week and couldn't understand why Lizzy had not shared her troubles with her as they usually did for each other.

"Jane, I'm fine, there is nothing to discuss."

Finally fed up with being brushed off, Jane walked up to her sister. "Lizzy, don't give me that. I may not be the most observant person, but even I can see that nothing is fine. It all started that day father asked you to come to his study so he could talk to you about something. Since then, you hardly speak to him. You don't really talk to anyone. When Charlotte came over to visit, you slipped out for a walk. And Lizzy, I hear you crying at night. Something has really upset you, if you can cry so much over it." She could see the tear welling up in her sister's eyes.

"Oh Jane, I don't know where to start. I don't even know if you will believe me when I tell you."

"Let's go over to the bench and sit down, and you can tell me everything, alright?"

Lizzy nodded and they moved to the bench. After taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she started to talk.

"It seems that I'm engaged to be married."

Out of all the things Jane had expected to hear, that most certainly was not one of them, "What!"

"Father arranged the match four years ago. You won't believe who to."

"I can't imagine father doing such a thing, especially not to you. Who are you supposed to marry?"

"Mr. Bingley."

"You mean the gentleman that just took up residence at Netherfield. The same gentleman Mama has been so determined to marry one of us off to since she heard of his fortune." Jane queried incredulously.

"Yes, Jane, it is the same gentleman."

"I cannot believe it. You must tell me everything now."

From that point on Elizabeth related everything to her sister. By the time she was finished, Jane was speechless.

Once she recovered her ability to speak, "Oh you poor dear, I know how much you wanted to marry for love." Jane reached over and hugged her sister.

"Oh Jane, I understand why Papa did it, but it still hurts."

"Of course it does, Lizzy. But can you truly blame Mr. Bingley, after all his father arranged this for him too."

"I know Jane. But everything is happening so fast that I fear I will not be good company for anyone. Not to mention I fear Mama's discovering it."

"Oh, we should be careful then about when we speak about it for Lydia or Kitty were to discover it, Mother would know for certain. At least if she does find out, she will be ecstatic, Lizzy."

"Yes, so ecstatic that I would not be allowed out of the house so that she could plan the wedding," Elizabeth said dryly.

"Lizzy!" Jane smiled at her sister who returned it weakly. "I wish it were me going through this, so that you didn't have to."

"No, Jane. That would have been worse. I would be so worried about you, that I would be set even more against the gentleman if he so much as disagreed with you." Lizzy smiled at her sister as she said this.

"Come on, let's go back inside and talk like we usually do."

"Alright, Jane." Getting up she paused before heading in, "Jane, thank you for listening to me. It is a relief to share this with someone."

"I'm always glad to listen, if you just decide to tell me what's bothering you, you know that. At least now, maybe you won't be crying at night and you'll be more willing to give the gentleman a chance."

"Perhaps, Jane. Perhaps."

Both sisters smiled at each other; one weakly and one brightly before heading back to the house.

Chapter 3

Posted on Sunday, 10 September 2006

The next few days passed tolerably well. Elizabeth was still not talking to her father, but she did talk often with Jane and Mary. She continued to take many long walks.

Elizabeth had been quite surprised when Mary came to her with a confession. She told Lizzy how she had found out about the engagement and had promised their father that she would not tell you until Mr. Bennet had the opportunity, which had taken the very next day. Mary apologized for keeping the secret, but said she felt that their father should tell her. Lizzy turned to her sister and let her know that she did not blame her for not telling. After all, one day didn't hold a candle to four years.

Besides this revelation, Lizzy's nerves were getting a little jittery the closer it came to the Meryton Assembly. Even talking with Jane and Mary did little to alleviate it as the time went on. Mary would drag her to the piano forte to practice with her. However, no matter how much Jane and Mary tried to help her, their mother's frequent comments about Mr. Bingley and his five thousand a year grated on all their nerves, especially Lizzy's.

During the same time, Caroline made her displeasure at being removed from town evident in her comments about the local country as well as everything she missed in London. When she encountered little response to these topics, she pounced on the approaching Meryton Assembly commenting on how simple the festivities would no doubt be.

Louisa supported her sister as usual, but did not seem as sympathetic as she had in the past.

In order to avoid the incessant complaints, the gentlemen kept themselves busy. While they had many outdoor activities, they still had to find ways to evade the Ladies in the evening. Each had their own method. Mr. Hurst, Louisa's husband, turned to the wine cellar while Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy retreated to the study. Darcy had his hands full distracting Bingley from the upcoming meeting with his betrothed. He used everything at his disposal, Chess, business, etc. Even Mr. Hurst, although unaware of the reason for his brother-in-law's nervousness, made an attempt to help one evening by handing Bingley a bottle of brandy.

One day the Bingley and Darcy went out riding in another avoidance tactic. However, the wind was quite strong that day. So, when the two had turned to go back to Netherfield, a gust of wind tried to steal their hats. Bingley managed to snatch his out of the air, but Darcy was not so lucky. His kept blowing into a gap in the bit of woods near them.

"Bingley, go on ahead. I'll follow as soon as I retrieve my hat."

"Alright," Bingley replied as he turned and started off.

Darcy walked through the greenery to see his hat heading straight for the stream ahead. As he moved forward he caught sight of a young lady stepping from stone to stone crossing the brook. She was pretty and looked like she was enjoying her walk. She would have been only pleasant if not for her eyes which conveyed her enjoyment of the exercise. However, both their thoughts were broken as he moved forward and stepped on a stick that snapped. The lady's head snapped up but because of the quick movement she lost her balance and fell back into the water with a splash. Forgetting his hat, Darcy moved forward quickly.

"Please let me help you up." The lady took his hand, but as she started up he lost his balance and they landed with a combined splash. Both sat back up for a moment before the lady laughed and said, "I think your offer to help me up would have been preferable, sir."

If it had not been for her laugh that reached her eyes, Darcy would have been upset and answered tersely, but instead found himself laughing as well at the ridiculous situation, he and the lady hand found themselves in.

"Indeed. It most certainly would have been." Getting up, Darcy held out his hand to her, "Let's try this again, shall we."

This time, the attempt was successful and Darcy helped her back to her side.

"Thank you, sir."

"No thanks are necessary as it was my fault for startling you in the first place. I do apologize."

"There is no need for an apology either, sir. You did not intend to startle me. Though I do feel that your attempt to rescue your hat has failed miserably," she said as she gestured to his had now soaked and wedged between two rocks in the stream.

"Hmmm. I seem to have noticed," he replied with some dismay.

A noise coming from another path leading to the stream caught their attention. They could barely make out the words of the approaching person as, "They just had to send me out after her. Me, after the best walker in the family! Hmph. Now, where could that sister of mine have gone . . . Oh!" Mary finished as she came around the bend to see her sister and a strange gentleman both soaked to the skin."

"Mary, what on earth are you doing out here!"

"Mama wants you back at the house, though I think you will be heading back anyway."

"Yes, I think so. Sir is there anything we could do for you we live only a little way at Longbourn . . ."

"No, but thank you. I don't' have far to go to reach Netherfield but . . ."

"Thank you again sir, but I think my sister and I ought to head home." She bobbed a wet curtsy and hurried back to Mary grabbing her arm and practically dragging her with her..

Darcy stood there a little stunned at the events until the name Longbourn rang a bell.

Turning at the noise coming from the opening he came through earlier, he saw Mr. Bingley walked through and grin.

"Well, Darcy, what did you do? Go for an impromptu swim?"

"Sort of. I think I met the sisters of your betrothed."

"Really, where are they."

"They left that way, the one had come to recall the other sister and since she was soaked, they hurried off."

"So how did you both get soaked then?"

"I'll tell you on the way back, as I would like to get some dry clothes as soon as possible."

By the time they reached Netherfield, Bingley was struggling to keep a straight face. He'd laughed quite a lot as Darcy had related the tale and remained extremely amused at the situation his rather proud and reserved friend had found himself in.

Caroline met them as they entered, ready to scold them for taking off again. Although when she took one look at Darcy's appearance, she was effectively silenced for a full thirty seconds before screeching, "What happened to you?!"

"Nothing that some dry clothes won't cure, please excuse me." Darcy left as quickly as possible.

"Charles, what happened to Mr. Darcy?" Caroline demanded.

"A run-away hat." Bingley smiled as he left for the library leaving his sister standing in the hall with a confused and upset look on her face. He did pity Louisa a little as he knew she would take the brunt of Caroline's venting.

Later that evening, after Mr. Hurst was told by his still smiling brother-in-law about the events of the afternoon, he turned to Darcy, "Well, it seems you've discovered the perfect distraction, perhaps you can manage to recreate it so that we can keep Bingley from his nervousness."

Darcy had a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and indignation on his face which only managed to cause Bingley to laugh all the more.

By this time, Elizabeth had been severely scolded by her mother for ruining her dress after the abbreviated explanation of her slipping in the stream. Lizzy shared a look with Jane as she went upstairs to change. After she finished, she opened her door to find Jane and Mary waiting for her. They entered and settled down for this talk.

"Well Lizzy, are you going to tell me what else is going on, I know you left something out." Jane asked.

Lizzy took a deep breath before replying, "I think I just met Mr. Bingley."

"What!"

"I was crossing the stream when a gentleman came through the opening to the road chasing his hat. There was a wind today and apparently it took his hat. Anyway, I was so startled, I slipped and fell in. He came over to help me up, but slipped instead; landing us both in the stream. He apologized for startling me and again helped me ups and to the edge of the stream just before Mary arrived. He mentioned he only had a little way to go to reach Netherfield. At hearing the mention of Netherfield, I made some comment and hurried off with Mary before I had to identify myself." Lizzy finished, blushing.

"Oh, Lizzy. What a way for you both to meet. Was he upset?" Jane worried.

"No, he actually laughed when I joked about the situation." Both Mary and Jane smiled just as Jane spoke.

"So, it would seem that you might not be so upset about this match after all?" Lizzy blushed, "Perhaps, Jane, but I wonder how he will react when we meet at the assembly."

"Oh, I am actually looking forward to this one. I can't wait to see his face when he sees you, Lizzy," Mary laughed while Lizzy glared at her only for her eyes to betray the fact she was not truly angry.

"Well, it seems that it shall certainly be an interesting evening at least," Jane commented as they all started laughing.

Chapter 4

Posted on Sunday, 10 September 2006

Finally, the day of the Meryton Assembly arrived.

Everything that occurred that week had made Lizzy quite nervous. She was sitting in her room alone, while she waited for the others to finish preparing. She truly needed to be alone and did not feel like facing anyone until she had to.

After a few minutes, Jane came in.

"Lizzy, how are you?" Seeing that her sister was so pale and quiet.

"Oh, Jane. I don't know how I'm going to get through the evening. I truly don't know what to do."

"Lizzy, where is the indomitable courage you always have?"

"It's gone on holiday."

Jane smiled as a voice from the doorway said, "No it hasn't, at least not completely. Your ability to joke now shows that you haven't lost it entirely." Both sisters turned to see Mary come in.

She walked over and took Lizzy's hands, "Just be yourself. That's why you're so well liked Lizzy. Anyway, what's the worse that could happen? He might not like you, right? Well, you might not like him and he is probably just as uncertain as you are. Neither of you know what to expect."

"Mary's right Lizzy. Don't worry about it so much after all you will find out tonight. But I have to say that I doubt that anyone could dislike you Lizzy."

Lizzy smiled at both her sisters, "I do not know what I'd do without you both right now." She hugged both her sisters as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Jane, Elizabeth, Mary . . . Are not the three of you ready yet? Your sisters, Mother and I are waiting for you and the carriage is waiting," Mr. Bennet called up to them from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, father, we are coming right now, "Jane answered. She turned back to Lizzy to see her scowling.

"Why couldn't Papa show a little compassion right now."

"And what reason would he give Mama for your apprehension, Lizzy? Do you want him to let her know about the engagement. You know if there is even an inkling of a match, Mama will catch it." Mary declared as Lizzy paled at the idea of her mother's knowing.

"You're right again Mary. I guess I can't put this off any longer." As Lizzy got up, Mary said, "Of course I'm right."

"Mary!" cried Lizzy and Jane, but no one was upset as all three were smiling. They exited the room and headed for the carriage.

The same day was a little more remarkable at Netherfield. Darcy and Bingley were talking in the study again while they waited for Bingley's sisters to prepare themselves.

"Well, it seems tonight, I get to meet Miss Elizabeth and you get to meet her mysterious sister."

"It seems so. Right now I have more immediate concerns."

"You mean Caroline, don't you." Darcy nodded.

"Darcy, I don't know what to say. You know Caroline is not happy about going and that she will attempt to remain as close to you for as much of the evening as she can as she deems you the only acceptable person there."

"You don't need to tell me that, I'm already trying to think of a way of avoiding her. Let us just be thankful of her ignorance of your engagement . . ."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a surprised gasp. Both turned to see Louisa standing in the doorway. Bingley paled thinking that she would no doubt tell Caroline which would make this evening a living nightmare.

"Louisa, what are you doing here? I thought you and Caroline were still getting ready."

"I was only coming to let you know Caroline will be ready in about ten minutes. I had to get away for a few minutes, as you both know how she has been lately. But, Charles, what is this about an engagement? When did it happen and who is the lady? Why did you not tell me?" Louisa looked genuinely hurt. Sharing a look with Darcy, Bingley took a deep breath before revealing the situation.

"Louisa, I have not yet met the young lady. Father arranged the match shortly before his death. I will be meeting her, a Miss Elizabeth Bennet, tonight. There isn't enough time to go into all the details now, but I promise I will tell you all, if you don't tell Caroline; you know how she'll react," Bingley begged her.

"Charles, you have no worries that I'll inform our sister. She has been in such a mood, she will probably take it out on the messenger. Though, I'll be expecting you to keep your promise; I do want to know how all this came about. I'm guessing that you didn't tell me because you thought I'd go straight to Caroline with it, am I correct?" Bingley nodded.

"I thought as much. But, still, Charles, are you all right with this? I mean this has taken the choice completely out of your hands." Concern filled her voice as she spoke.

"Yes, I shall be. I believe she will be very amiable as well as her sisters."

"Good. I would never want to see you locked in a situation that would make you unhappy." Pausing, she continued, "Well, we'd all better hurry, Caroline will come here if we don't show soon." Louisa commented as she headed for the door. Before exiting she turned back and faced Darcy, "And, Mr. Darcy, if you want to avoid spending all evening in Caroline's company, I recommend you ask some of the young ladies to dance even though you are uncomfortable with it. I dare say, you will find it more agreeable than the alternative," with that she left.

"I find her advice very sound. I think I shall follow her recommendation."

"Good idea Darcy. Maybe you can dance with the mystery sister, too." Bingley grinned, Darcy took a deep breath and closed his eyes in search of patience.

When the Bingley party arrived, Elizabeth, Jane and Mary were talking together. Elizabeth pointed out Mr. Darcy as the man she had met. Jane had noticed the blonde haired gentleman and liked his friendly appearance immediately. Upon looking at the two ladies, however, she began to frown a little, "Lizzy, I do not think the gentleman you met is Mr. Bingley."

"Why do you say that?"

"We know Mr. Bingley was to bring his sisters. Do you notice how the resemblance between the ladies and the blonde-haired gentleman?"

Lizzy's eyes widened, "Yes, I think so, Jane." Mary looked between her sisters and the gentlemen with the only thought running through her head being "Uh-oh!"

At the same moment, Darcy had immediately noticed the lady from the stream. She was talking to her sister and another young woman he assumed was another sister. He noticed Bingley looking at the blonde young woman in the group.

"Darcy, I think she must be Elizabeth."

Sir Lucas approached them and began talking to them as another dance began. Suddenly, he heard a lady, he assumed was Mrs. Bennet as she stood next to Mr. Bennet, call to her daughters. What startled him was how the one had reacted to being called by name, specifically, Elizabeth.

"Oh no, please don't let her be the Miss Elizabeth Bennet," Darcy thought, apprehension growing steadily.

As Sir Lucas moved to take them to Mr. Bennet and his family, Darcy leaned to speak to Bingley, "I don't think she is Elizabeth." Bingley looked back at Darcy frowning and with a little disappointment wondered who she was then.

Mr. Bennet greeted them enthusiastically. "May I introduce my family to you. This is Mrs. Bennet, my wife. Here is my eldest, Jane. Next to her is Elizabeth." He said this with a pointed look at Mr. Bingley. Both Elizabeth and Bingley blushed a little. "Here is Mary, my third daughter. And standing together, there is Catherine and Lydia. My family this is Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy." All the ladies curtsied while the men bowed after the introduction.

Bingley smiled at Mr. Bennet, "It is a pleasure to meet your family sir. Umm . . ." Glancing at Elizabeth, he addressed her, "If I may, may I ask Miss Elizabeth for the next dance."

"Of course, I . . . would be happy to dance with you." Mrs. Bennet was at first surprised when he skipped Jane, but was immediately pleased that he had asked one of her daughters to dance first.

Mr. Darcy then turned to Miss Jane Bennet, "If I may, I would like to ask Miss Bennet for the next dance." Jane smiled and assented. Mrs. Bennet was now ecstatic that these two fine, not to mention very eligible, gentlemen would ask her daughters to dance first especially since one had ten thousand a year and the other five. "What splendid matches they will make," Mrs. Bennet thought with glee.

The dance went quietly as none knew quite what to say to their partner. Next Mr. Bingley danced with Jane while Darcy with Elizabeth. They seemed to be in for a long silent evening with the inability of any of them to come up with suitable conversation.

Just as they were leaving the floor again, Mr. Darcy noticed Caroline coming his way. He immediately turned to Jane, "Miss Bennet would you do me the honor of dancing the next with me?"

"Of course, sir." She smiled.

Thinking to himself as he headed back to another dance, not only would this get him away from Caroline, but allow Bingley and Miss Elizabeth a moment to talk. He, also, noticed the less than happy look Caroline sent his way.

Bingley escorted Elizabeth to the side. After a few moments silence and a couple of semi-forced smiles, Bingley spoke up. "I guess awkward would be the perfect word to describe the situation." It broke the tension and Elizabeth laughed, "Without a doubt, it would. What's worse is I had mistaken your friend for you."

It took a moment before realization hit him. He couldn't help but laugh, "Ah, so you were the lady Darcy met and gave him an impromptu swim. I must say it has provided several days of amusement at Netherfield."

Elizabeth blushed and smiled, "Well, at least something good came out of it. My mother took one look at me and started scolding about a ruined dress. She isn't much for nature as I." Silence ensued again.

"I wanted to say that I am sorry that you only recently learned of the arrangement. Let me tell you that while I knew about it, I was left to speculate for four years. That can be a little disturbing when you meet people you find . . . somewhat bothersome."

Elizabeth smiled as she guessed that this was a mild description of some individual he had met. "Thank you for you thoughtfulness sir. I do believe each situation has both benefits and drawbacks. It just hurt that my father waited till the last possible moment to inform me."

"Perhaps, Miss Elizabeth, I may call sometime soon so that we may discuss this more thoroughly?"

"Of course."

"So, Mr. Bingley, how are you enjoying the country so far?" From there on it continued in similar lines, carefully skirting the present situation.

Meanwhile, the dance had finished. So, Mr. Darcy escorted Jane off the dance floor and was about to take his leave when they overheard a snide voice saying, "Those Bennets are fortune hunting trouble. Look at how Miss Eliza is already putting her hooks into our brother while her sister goes after Darcy. What's worse is that both Darcy and Charles are oblivious to it. Mr. Darcy hasn't even spent time with us and we are far more sophisticated than they are."

"Now Caroline, that's not true. . ." Louisa started to reply as Caroline interrupted.

"Don't tell me that you approve of their dancing with those girls! Why . . ." Their voices faded as they walked away.

Darcy was furious. Caroline was going too far. He looked over to Miss Bennet to see that she had gone very pale and was shaking slightly.

"Miss Bennet, are you all right?" concern covering the anger he had felt at Caroline.

Jane smiled weakly, "I'm fine, sir. Thank you."

"You look like you have had quite a shock. Please, let me apologize. Miss Bingley should not have said what she did. She was upset about leaving London. I know that is not an excuse, but please understand the Mr. Bingley nor I approve of how she is acting.

"Mr. Darcy, you don't need to apologize. Could you, however, escort my back to my family? I don't quite feel like I'll make it to them myself."

"Certainly." Jane took his arm as he headed for Bingley and Miss Elizabeth. He fully intended on telling Bingley what his sister had just done.

Elizabeth was enjoying her conversation with Mr. Bingley when she noticed Mr. Darcy heading their way with Jane who looked like she was about to faint she was so pale. "What could possibly have happened?" she thought.

"Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet has had a shock when we accidentally overheard some rather nasty comments concerning both you and you sister as well as Mr. Bingley and myself." Bingley's eyes narrowed at this.

Elizabeth immediately took Jane's arm and helped her to a chair. Looking up, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy, for bringing Jane over here."

"Your quite welcome, Miss Elizabeth. Bingley, could I speak with you for a moment."

"Certainly." They both walked a little way off.

Elizabeth divided her attention between her sister and the gentleman. Obviously, whatever Mr. Darcy told Mr. Bingley angered both gentlemen. She noticed both head off toward where Bingley's sisters were standing. After a short talk, both left with a little less anger, but a lot of determination about something. Miss Bingley stood there scowling as she no longer even had her sister to vent at as she had left with her brother and Mr. Darcy.

Turning back to Jane, "How are you feeling, Jane?"

"I'm fine, truly, Lizzy. Hearing Miss Bingley talk as she did hurt, but it will pass. Mr. Darcy was so kind and concerned. He was so angry when he heard her."

Jane recovered her spirits quickly and the rest of the evening went by fairly well and passed without incident. Each spent more time dancing and some time talking with Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy though the later spoke little. Mary, who rarely danced, danced with both gentlemen and enjoyed a wonderful conversation with Mrs. Hurst. Mr. Bennet seemed to relax seeing Elizabeth enjoying the dancing for the most part. Mrs. Bennet remained ecstatic about the attentions her two daughters received. As for everyone else, the assembly was quite enjoyable. But, the next day might not be so pleasant for some.

Chapter 5

Posted on Sunday, 17 September 2006

The next day dawned beautifully; few clouds floated across the deep blue sky, the birds chirped cheerfully and the stream bubbled happily. Everything was calm and peaceful; that peace, however, did not last long in one area. Each individual awoke with some measure of happiness and not a little anger, but one.

Bingley was pleased with how well the last evening had gone overall. He felt a little disappointment which was currently overshadowed by his anger at Caroline. She would not get away with it this time.

Darcy was happy for how things worked out for his friend, but his own disappointment exceeded his friends. Surprisingly, he had still enjoyed the evening more than he thought he would have. Still, his ire returned full force as he recalled Caroline's spiteful comments which were intensified by his interest in and respect for the Bennets. Although, the youngest two were quite silly, unfortunately not unlike their mother, the Bennets were quite nice. He enjoyed Mr. Bennet's sense of humor as they conversed.

Louisa awoke to remember the pleasant conversation she'd had with Miss Mary Bennet. She was a bit serious, but not only did she express her opinions, but also listened to hers. That's more than Caroline ever did. She ground her teeth when her sister came to mind. She would not listen to Caroline so much anymore and at the first chance she got she would tell her so.

Mr. Hurst's happiness exceeded the others in that he now hoped that Caroline's attitude would finally cause the break that appeared to have started last evening. If that were so, it would mean that his sister-in-law would be interfering less in his and Louisa's marriage. He was going to enjoy watching what he knew to be quite a show tomorrow. If he were betting, he would say that Miss Caroline would be more than shocked.

Caroline was fuming the moment she awoke. Not only did Darcy and her brother spend all their time with the Bennets, but Louisa had abandoned her for another Bennet. Caroline had spent the rest of the evening being ignored which meant that she hadn't even danced one dance. Well one thing was for certain, they all were going to get a piece of her mind at the first opportunity.

Later that morning, Caroline entered the breakfast room to discover that everyone else was already finishing. Going to take a seat, silence filled the room. She found herself the center of attention, while this normally would have pleased her; this attention was anything but positive and admiring. The expressions ranged from fury, anger to disgust. Hurst only varied because of his smirk while drinking water instead of his every present alcohol. This only made her feel more distressed. Caroline suddenly had the feeling that today was going to be quite nerve-racking, especially now that she had no allies. Her thoughts were broken by the voice of her brother.

"Don't bother starting breakfast now; we have to talk first."

Caroline was shocked to hear the frost in her brother's voice. She began to stand assuming that they were going to his study to talk privately.

"No, Caroline. We will talk here as it concerns all of us." She simultaneously paled and reddened from anger, leaving her face looking quite blotchy. Taking a deep breath, she looked Charles in the eye.

"As your sister, I have the right to speak privately if something is wrong." She lifted her head as she finished.

"The right?" Bingley repeated quietly. "You only have that as long as I allow it and I currently revoke that "right." You have upset everyone in here and all want the chance to have words with you. And I wills tart with your attitude and talk from last evening." Bingley's words were quiet, but strong as steel. They brooked no argument. Caroline had never seen her brother thus. Upset, certainly, Angry occasionally, but never furious. Nevertheless, she was not going to be pushed aside for fortune-hunting country no-bodies.

"I suppose you got this from Miss Bennet and her sister Eliza. It seems they already have you so wrapped around their fingers that you would take their word over your own sister's."

"On the contrary, I did not hear about this from any of the Bennets. It was Mr. Darcy that overheard you and informed me."

This time Caroline blanched. She knew she could not contradict Darcy without jeopardizing his good opinion which she may have already lost. Her brother continued without delay.

"I am hurt, upset and disappointed that my own sister would make a scene in front of the community we have just joined. You insulted not only the Bennets, but my friend and myself as well. You have been in a foul mood since we left London and have complained at every opportunity. Now you will cease this activity and develop some civility." Caroline's temper flared at this again.

"I will not allow those fortune-hunters, Jane and Eliza Bennet, to come in her and attach themselves to you."

Bingley slammed his palm against the table startling everyone and leaving a heavy silence. When he did speak up, he looked his sister in the eye without blinking and if she had thought his voice frosty before, it was downright frozen now, "Caroline, you will not refer to my fiancée or her family in that manner."

Silence filled the room. Darcy looked at his friend in surprise wondering why he told her when he was so worried about dealing with her reaction. At the same time, he was quite thankful to not be on the receiving end of his friend's anger and hoped to never earn that fury either. Louisa was as shocked as Darcy for the same reason. Hurst had sat straight up in his chair and looked at Bingley, his eyebrow raised in obvious shock. However, Caroline's reaction took the cake. She stared slack-jawed at Charles with wide eyes and had not made a single move since her brother spoke. Everyone shifted uncomfortably as they knew this was only the calm before the storm.

Then Caroline shook her head and screeched, "You mean you've already proposed when you only just met!"

Before she could say more, Bingley interrupted very calmly, "No, father arranged for the match four years ago before he died."

"What! He wouldn't do that!"

"Actually, he did and that's not all he did. He arranged that I could do the same for you should you continue as you were then. I've tried to be kind as you are my sister. However, if you continue on this path, I will have no choice but to follow our father's wishes and arrange a match with Mr. Riverstone for you at the next opportunity. Do I make myself clear?"

Caroline nodded mutely. Now, Mr. Riverstone was an honorable gentleman and a very successful American tradesman. He had met the Bingley's through his father's business and had become good friends with Charles. For a time, he and Caroline had been childhood sweethearts. However, when her mother died and after a year away at school she had wanted nothing to do with him as he was in trade. The connection meant nothing to her. He, however, felt that the kind person he once knew still resided there, only buried and every time he had the chance he would visit the Bingleys and continue his pursuit. Now, Caroline aspired to more than being a tradesman's wife, even a wealthy one. Not to mention the fact that she had no desire to more to America. So, she assented that she would behave.

"Now, does anyone else have something to say to her before I continue?" Bingley asked.

Everyone was a little overwhelmed by what had happened and answered by their silence.

"Good. Caroline, you will now go up to your room and stay there thinking about everything and how you've acted. The servants will bring your meals. I don't expect to see you down here before breakfast tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Charles." Caroline said quietly as she nodded, but did not meet his eyes. She stood and left the room quickly, as she could not bear to be around those who witnessed this any longer than necessary.

After she had gone, Charles got up, "I'll be in the study if anyone needs me." He looked completely drained as he left the room.

After a few moments Darcy excused himself from the Hurst to follow his friend. He felt the Hursts relax as he left, like they wanted to speak privately, but couldn't think of a polite way of excusing themselves.

As he entered the study, he saw Bingley had his head resting on his arms on the desk. Bingley raised his head slowly as Darcy took a seat in front of him.

Bingley closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I wish I had not had to do that."

"I know and I am sorry you had to, but I must admit that I am shocked at how everything went."

Bingley smiled slightly, "I thought everyone might. Everyone assumes I'm completely mild mannered and I could never be angry to any degree higher than annoyance or irritation for longer than a few hours at most. I wasn't even aware that I could until Caroline's spite interfered in an already awkward situation."

"Well, I can assure you, I will do everything in my power not to acquire that anger for myself. You are rather formidable when furious. I truly believe that you will have little difficulty from Caroline from now on. She may slip a little at first, but she will be too afraid of the consequences of garnering more anger from you." Darcy said this as he saw the toll the chastising of Miss Bingley took on his friend.

"I certainly hope so for I would not like setting Mr. Riverstone up to deal with her even though he seems to remain affectionate for her."

"Indeed. Well, since there is little else to do about this for now, how would you feel to a game of Chess?"

"Why is it whenever something exhausting or merely demanding occurs you decide you want to play Chess? Could it be you think it your only chance to win a few games?" Charles grinned tiredly.

"Now why would you say that?"

"Simply because of how few games you actually win otherwise."

Meanwhile, most at Longbourn continued to dream of the pleasant evening they had had, either ignorant, ignoring or forgetting the unkind comments made by one.

Elizabeth had awoken early as usual wanting to take a walk to think on the last evening. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed her father was up as well. She walked as quietly as possible to the door as she did not wish to speak to her father. However, her father called her back to his library.

Upon entering it, "Papa, I do not wish to discuss this now."

"Lizzy, I know that you are still angry at me and rightfully so, but please listen to me. I intend to invite Mr. Bingley and his party to dinner tomorrow and as you know from last night, your mother will be trying to push you together with Mr. Bingley." Elizabeth paled slightly as she recalled her mother's comments the evening before upon their return from the Assembly. Mrs. Bennet had told her how lucky she was to gain the attentions of Mr. Bingley and that she should refrain from her headstrong ways and so forth. Basically, it was the opposite of Mary's 'be yourself' advice from earlier that evening. Oh, if her mother only knew that it wouldn't be changing the fact her daughter would marry, no matter if she changed her personality or not. Well, Elizabeth had to admit to the relief that her mother did not know.

"I see you understand. Perhaps you'll have the chance to work out a plan to counter your mother's enthusiasm with Jane and Mary. Though, it may prove to be relieving to another beside yourself as Mrs. Bennet will no doubt be pushing her at Mr. Darcy."

"Papa, I think I need to take that walk." Walking to the door, she turned back, "Thank you for giving me warning this time, Papa." She came over and hugged him. Mr. Bennet felt a strong surge of relief at this tacit sign of forgiveness. He had sorely missed his favorites company.

"I am truly sorry, Lizzy. I only wish I could move time back and make a better choice, but I cannot. All I can say now is that I'll do what I can to keep you mother calm and away from matchmaking as much as possible."

Lizzy laughed, "Now you have set yourself up quite a lot of work. After all, when does Mama never think of matchmaking?" Both laughed and talked for a few more minutes before Lizzy went for her walk.

That evening, Mr. Bennet announced to his family to expect guests' the following evening. Naturally, Mrs. Bennet went into ecstasy over the discovery of the guests and proceeded to admonish Lizzy about how she should act and praise and advise Jane about her beauty and attracting any attention from Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Bennet was as good as his word as he distracted Mrs. Bennet by asking her about the dinner she would arrange. Though this did not distract her for long, he continued in the same line for the rest of the evening to give the girls a break from his wife's matchmaking schemes.

Chapter 6

Posted on Sunday, 17 September 2006

Dinner had gone exceptionally well considering Mrs. Bennet's endeavor at matchmaking despite the hindering actions of her husband and three eldest daughters. Mr. Darcy's discomfort at such attentions caused him to revert to his quiet stilted responses and removal to look out the window after dinner. This brought about Mrs. Bennet's redoubling of her efforts on behalf of her eldest daughter, Jane, who looked as though she wished she could disappear at her mother's furthered attempts.

After discussing several topics including the arrangement, Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth decided to take pity on Jane and Mr. Darcy. He approached Miss Bennet and began discussing Hertfordshire itself and gradually moved on to many other subjects.

Elizabeth also started by asking Mr. Darcy how he liked Hertfordshire. A few stilted and uncomfortable attempts, their conversation turned to debating the highlights of their respective counties.

Meanwhile, Louisa continued her conversation from the Assembly with Mary. Caroline sat with her, though rarely contributing more than was politely necessary. Mr. Hurst was found discussing various issues from estate matters to a common acquaintance with Mr. Bennet.

Thus, the evening continued until the ladies and gentlemen took their leave. All in all, it had been a pleasant evening for both parties. Although, Mrs. Bennet was rather perturbed at how the gentlemen had switched attentions to her daughters, she was still happy to at least have them noticing her daughters and not anyone else's.

These dinners and various meetings continued in similar fashion for the next couple of weeks until one day when Mr. Darcy received a letter from his cousin Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. It confirmed his suspicions that his sister was becoming somewhat depressed and resolved on heading back to London to see his sister.

Approaching Bingley after breakfast, he mentioned his desire to leave the next morning due to his concern over his sister's happiness.

"Darcy, if she is just depressed and missing you, why not inviter her here? I'm sure your cousin could accompany her here with her companion and he would be welcome to stay as well. After all, it might be a good idea to get her out of Town for a bit. The country is an excellent place to recover one's spirits."

"That is a wonderful idea, but I would not want to impose on you . . ." Darcy started off.

"Nonsense. If you were imposing by inviting your sister and cousin, I would most certainly have been with as many times as I've been to Pemberley. I would be happy to have them as my guests as well."

"Alright, there seems to be no dissuading you, is there?" Darcy smiled and laughed.

"No, and if you don't go and invite them soon, I'll turn that 'fury' on you until you do?" Bingley grinned.

"You have convinced me. Anything to avoid your fury, my friend." Both laughed and the joke that had developed between them since Bingley's now famous handling of his sister's poor attitude.

"Well, write that letter so that it can be off before we visit the Bennet's this afternoon."

"Alright, I'm going."

Little did they know that Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were running into an old acquaintance and friend while shopping in Meryton. Coming out of the one shop, both ladies spotted the gentleman as he noticed them and began to approach. Caroline paled while Louisa smiled.

"Mr. Riverstone, we didn't expect to see you here. It is wonderful to see you. How long have you been in the neighborhood?"

"It is indeed pleasant surprise to meet you both here. I've only been here since last night. I've had business arrangements with several of the merchants in Meryton for years, though I don't get to travel here as often as I like." Mr. Riverstone said all this smiling while his eyes never left Caroline's face causing her to blush.

Caroline never said anything; silently wishing to return to Netherfield as soon as possible.

"Will you join us for dinner some evening? I'm sure Charles would be very happy to see you again. It seems your last trip was longer than the rest." Louisa kept talking with Mr. Riverstone. She knew Caroline didn't like it when she encouraged him to pursue her sister, but she also knew that Caroline had never stood a chance with Mr. Darcy and to pine away after becoming the Mistress of Pemberley was a sheer waste of time and effort.

"I would be happy to when ever the time is convenient. Please pardon me, I do not wish to cut this short, but I am already late for some business I had planned for this morning. Please excuse me and accept my heartfelt wishes for a good day." He again stared at Caroline with a smile as he bowed and took his leave.

"Oh, I wish he would just take the hint and go court some other lady. I have no wish for him to pursue me and you, you encourage him!" Caroline had said this after waiting for Mr. Riverstone to be out of earshot.

"Really, Caroline, he is the only man that has given you any attention and actually wishes to court you for more than your dowry. You should be kinder to him, after all you know he has been in love with you since you were both children."

"I don't care."

"More likely being just plain stubborn, if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you."

Louisa shook her head at her sister's pigheadedness. Caroline would never marry if she did not start accepting suitors that didn't fit her profile for the perfect husband.

After they entered the carriage, she continued speaking to her sister, "Caroline, you may pout all you want, but you will still have to be polite. You know Charles will not back down on his threat."

Her sister paled, but said nothing.

"Sister, you have to come out of this . . . this . . . this mood your in. You hardly talk to any of us anymore and you eat very little during meals. Though, I have to say you have done very well when in company with the Bennets. Last time, you actually discussed fashion with the youngest two without losing too much patience with their silliness. Miss Catherine actually seemed to appreciate your advice." Despite her bowing to the fashion ideas of her acquaintances in the ton, Caroline actually had excellent taste in any and all fashion.

Caroline hesitated a little, "Yes, well, Miss Catherine does have an eye for truly beautiful designs and dresses, but she applies it too little and lets that little . . . sister of her sway her from her surprisingly exceptional taste. She would do well if she spent more time with her elder sisters."

Louisa grinned, "Is this a compliment for the elder Miss Bennets, I hear?"

Caroline immediately pursed her lips and glared at her sister, "Of course not. Admitting one's adversary has skills, abilities or tastes of good quality is natural. Knowing they have these abilities does not detract from their unsuitability."

"Oh really, Caroline, are we back to the 'adversary' part of this again. I'm really beginning to believe that your whole attitude over this whole situation is a matter of jealousy that the Bennet's, especially the eldest two, could attract Mr. Darcy's attention and that he finds himself so at ease in their company instead of with you."

"I'm not jealous."

"Keep telling yourself that and maybe you will believe it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you haven't liked them since Mr. Darcy asked Miss Bennet to dance that first evening, not once but twice. I think your pride was hurt when he asked her to dance as you were approaching him hoping for a dance yourself. So you set out to hurt them with your comments and found yourself being berated and threatened into behaving like the lady you are."

During this little speech, Caroline's eyes had filled with tears for the first time in a long time. There was too much truth in Louisa's words to avoid the unintentional pain they caused. Louisa noticed the tears that started flowing down her sister's face. Moving to the other side of the carriage to embrace her sister.

"Oh, Caroline, I didn't mean to upset you. I was only trying to help you by showing you what went wrong; that you need to move on, or you will always be trapped in an unhappy life, possibly alone."

"I know . . . sniff . . . Louisa. You never wanted to see anyone hurt . . . sniff . . . when you were a child. . . . sniff . . . You always dreamed of seeing all of us happily married . . . sniff . . . and visiting each other on holidays and such. . . . sniff . . . I ruined that dream!" With that, Caroline actually broke into sobs. Everything she had worked so hard for was falling apart all thanks to her father's arranging a marriage for her brother. She had followed the other girls' advice constantly and she had not only made herself miserable, but that of her family. It had also cost whatever chance she had to gain Mr. Darcy's affection. She had so wanted to fit in with the higher society those girls belonged to, and now, it looked like she would only do so as the sister of Mr. Darcy's friend.

Louisa held her sister and tried to comfort her as much as possible on the ride back to Netherfield. However, Caroline's tears did not abate and as soon as they were stopped, she exited the carriage and literally ran past both her brother and Mr. Darcy who had just come out of Charles' study. Both looked after the sobbing woman in surprise and turned to Louisa who accompanied them back into the study where she proceeded to tell of Caroline's upset in the carriage and the surprise meeting with Mr. Riverstone. Bingley was only thankful that Caroline had not thought that he had summoned the man here, in order to make his point even more clear.

All considered remaining at Netherfield and canceling their visit with the Bennet's that afternoon in light of Caroline's upset. However, when Louisa approached her sister about it, Caroline told them to go on and make their visit and extend her regrets at not being able to accompany them. She would prefer to be alone anyway.

Thus, the party consisting of Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst left for Longbourn.

They were welcomed with the usual elated Mrs. Bennet, the serious, but happy Miss Mary and wonderful presences of Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth. Miss Lydia and Kitty were not there as they had chosen to call on Miss Mariah Lucas and from there to walk into Meryton.

"But where is your sister, Mr. Bingley, I thought she was to come as well?" Mrs. Bennet inquired.

"My sister sends her regrets as she was not feeling well before we left and chose to remain behind and rest." Mr. Bingley replied.

Jane looked up saddened that Miss Bingley was ill. Even though she had been hurt by her words at the Assembly, she had quickly forgiven her.

"I hope that Miss Bingley will recover quickly and we will soon enjoy her company again," Jane said.

Mr. Bingley smiled at Miss Bennet's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, I'm sure she will appreciate being missed." Probably with more genuine feeling than in prior times, he thought.

Conversation began to flow between the Bennets and their guests until the topic of the invitation to Miss Darcy and Col. Fitzwilliam.

"Oh, your sister is coming, Mr. Darcy? How wonderful! Will you introduce us to her when she comes?" asked Mrs. Bennet.

The girls shared a look at their mother's attempt to keep Mr. Darcy talking and interested in one of her daughters and her obvious hopes that introducing her daughters to Miss Darcy might yield some gains that that quarter.

"Yes, I would like to introduce both my sister and my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

Just as Darcy was finishing his statement, Lydia and Kitty had returned and entered the sitting room in time to hear the last name, including the rank.

"What Colonel?" asked a rather excited Lydia. Anything including redcoats held her undivided attention.

While Kitty was also interested in hearing who this new person was she actually remained silent and did not giggle like her younger sister.

"Mr. Darcy has just asked to introduce his sister and his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, when they arrive as both have been invited to Netherfield." Jane, as helpful as always, supplied the information to her sisters.

Lydia immediately went into raptures about another redcoat and started asking Mr. Darcy many questions about him so quickly that Mr. Darcy had difficulty keeping up with her. Lizzy suddenly noticed a rather mischievous smile that Mr. Darcy was valiantly struggling to keep off his face. She began to feel a small amount of pity for the poor Colonel as she was sure he would not be prepared to meet a very happy redcoat enthusiast when he arrived.

While sitting in a corner of the sitting room talking with Mr. Hurst, Mr. Bennet frowned as he finally noticed a problem evolving. It seemed that Lizzy was spending far too much time talking with Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley with Jane. This could be a recipe for trouble if any feelings develop between those pairs. If only he could tell them about the provision without their asking directly about it.

Chapter 7

Posted on Sunday, 17 September 2006

Soon after that memorable day, Mr. Darcy received a response from his cousin informing him of their imminent appearance in the following week.

As he headed to the study to inform Bingley of their upcoming arrival, he noticed Miss Bingley looking sad and nervous passing in the hall.

Feeling a bit of pity for her since she had not been in happy spirits for some time now, "Are you feeling alright, Miss Bingley?"

Looking up, she seemed surprised to be addressed at all, "Yes, I am fine. Thank you, Mr. Darcy." Caroline turned to continue down the hall before turning back to face him. She had set her mind to do this and she had to do it now before she lost the courage to speak to him.

"Mr. Darcy, please allow me to apologize to you for my behavior towards yourself. I have always tried to capture your attention by putting others down and no doubt embarrassing you in the bargain. Please accept my apology and my word that I will no longer do so." She took a deep breath as she finished.

Darcy blinked. He had not expected Miss Bingley to apologize, but had only hoped for his friend's sake that she would change. This seemed to be a hint at the sister, Bingley had practically bragged about while they were in school. Hopefully, this was a sign of a more long-term change.

"Apology accepted, Miss Bingley."

Caroline sighed and actually smiled a smile that reached her eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy."

"No thanks are necessary."

"I feel that they are and I again reiterate them. Thank you."

"Your welcome."

With that Miss Bingley continued down the hall with a somewhat lighter step.

Darcy continued to the study, pleased that his friend seemed to be gaining back the sister he had lost for so long.

Later that day, Louisa had invited Miss Mary to come and have tea with her as the gentlemen would be out for sport all afternoon. Mary was happy to be the one gaining attention for a change. Although she loved her sisters dearly, she sometimes still felt a little overshadowed as all her sisters attributes were a little more obvious. Jane was the beauty of the family, Lizzy the wit, Lydia and Kitty much more vocal. She, herself, may be intelligent, but if she were to form acquaintances she needed to talk with people who usually ignored her because she was rather plain.

This is why she so enjoyed Mrs. Hurst's attention. When they talked they discovered they held many similar interests. Mrs. Hurst even agreed to help her with her piano playing and singing when she had slipped and admitted her sadness at not being able to play to the level she desired no matter how much she loved it or how much she practiced. Mrs. Hurst had then confided in her that for many years she had had difficulty playing, until after Mr. Hurst had begun courting her and encouraging her, even going so far as to show her what she was having trouble with and what she could do to improve.

Now, Mary had her chance to learn from Mrs. Hurst as she had gained Papa's permission to take the carriage that afternoon.

Mrs. Hurst greeted Mary with a smile. "Miss Mary, please come and sit down, the tea shall be here shortly."

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Hurst."

"Thank you for coming, and please call me Louisa. Calling me, Mrs. Hurst, all the time is far too formal. I prefer my friends to use my given name."

"Of course, Louisa. Please just call me Mary."

"Of course."

By the time the tea arrived, the conversation had begun to flow and continued to hold up until Louisa mentioned that they had just received word that Miss Darcy and her cousin were to arrive next week.

"I've no doubt that you and your elder sisters and possibly Catherine will enjoy Miss Darcy's company. She is a dear, sweet girl, though a little shy. She loves to play the piano as I have overheard her practicing, but she does not seem comfortable to play in public. Perhaps you and she will be able to discuss this and maybe practice together while she is in the neighborhood."

"I look forward to meeting her, but I doubt I would be able to match Miss Darcy in skill on the piano."

"Well, let's see how well you play and we can practice together. We have a fine piano forte over there, so let's practice, shall we?"

Agreeing, they practiced together for a while. As time drew near for Mary to return to Longbourn, they reverted back to conversation consisting mostly of the new visitors to come.

"So, do you feel more confident about your playing now?"

"Yes, though I still disagree with you on how well I play. I still need much more practice, especially to compete with Miss Darcy's skill."

"Maybe, maybe not. But we have spent so much more time talking about Miss Darcy than her companion in travel, her cousin, Col. Fitzwilliam. I feel he is in for a surprise when he meets your younger sisters."

Mary rolled her eyes, "More likely a shock instead. I doubt Lydia will let him get away from her for more than five seconds if he is in uniform when he comes."

"Indeed, and I doubt he'll have any warning from his cousin."

"Why would Mr. Darcy not inform him of the danger of mentioning his rank to my youngest sister?"

"Simple, the Colonel has quite a sense of humor and has quite often aimed it at Mr. Darcy. So, Mr. Darcy now has the opportunity to turn things around on his cousin simply by omitting that little detail."

"Ah, poor man."

"Indeed!"

Soon after, Mary took her leave and returned to Longbourn with a pleased expression and the feeling that she had found a true friend in Mrs. Hurst. She felt for the first time that she could take the lead beyond her two eldest sisters.

When she arrived back at Longbourn, Elizabeth and Jane took her immediately up to their rooms so they could discuss the day and help her avoid their mother's constant questioning about Netherfield and the gentlemen's intentions toward her daughters. Their mother, even over this short period of time, was getting impatient to hear of an engagement soon especially with the changing attentions between the eldest daughters. Mrs. Bennet was beginning to question who was courting who.

Mary enjoyed another half an hour recounting the day to her sisters, Jane and Lizzy, who were glad for their sister. They were interested in whatever intelligence Mary could relate on Miss Darcy and her cousin. They looked forward to making their acquaintance in a week.

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