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Part Two

Posted on Sunday, 14 May 2006

The morning after a ball was particularly arduous for the servants in a large household. The late hours of the preceding evening, followed by the usual early rising hour, brought stifled yawns from many of those whose services had been required until the last guest had departed. Despite the probability of the residents lying abed until afternoon was nearly upon them, maids, footmen and kitchen staff performed their regular duties, but only after clearing away the debris from the evening’s activities. Thus it came as a shock to the house servants when Mr. Darcy appeared in the breakfast room before nine o’clock. Randall, the coachman, laughed at the ensuing chaos as Mrs. McAuley waved a threatening spoon in the direction of the kitchen maids while ordering them to various preparations. He had known of the Master’s plan to leave for Derbyshire as soon as possible. Just before retiring he had been informed by Fitch and the valet’s word was always to be trusted; he knew his Master better than anyone else. If Mr. Darcy said he was leaving the morning after his sister’s engagement ball, then leave he would!

Breakfast was sent upstairs, the cook wailing that she’d not been given enough time to create a decent meal to sustain the Master on his journey. However, she would make sure the basket to go with him would make up for what was lacking at the breakfast table.

After Mr. Darcy’s departure the house fell into the quiet bustle as staff continued their interrupted tasks. By the time Lady Sophia came down there was no evidence of any disorder. She calmly sipped her tea, enjoying the solitude after hours spent heavily socialising with some of the most tedious members of London’s ton. Reflecting that the ball had gone well, Georgiana had been radiant and Bingley dashingly outfitted, no doubt the work of Darcy’s tailor, Lady Sophia was satisfied with the entire affair. Now that the engagement was formally proclaimed, planning for the wedding could commence. Georgiana had expressed the wish to marry from Pemberley rather than London, something with which her brother did not protest, much to Sophia’s consternation. Hosting multiple guests as well as the wedding breakfast would be taxing. If the celebration were to be held in London then much of that work would not be necessary; the Darcy townhouse would be the scene of the majority of it. As no date had yet been set for the nuptials there remained some hope of getting brother and sister to settle in favour of London.

Sophia signalled a waiting footman to bring her tea to the morning room where she intended to spend several hours in restful inactivity.

The first lessons could not be labelled a success in any sense of the word. Elizabeth sighed in frustration. The promising beginning with Master Robert had rapidly deteriorated with the passing of the morning. He wanted no part in being instructed, preferring to turn his back on her and walk away whenever he was asked to look at the series of letters and numbers Elizabeth had placed before him. This was a situation new to her experience. In the years she and Jane had spent teaching their younger sisters to read, and later their young cousins, there had been no defiance of the efforts. Even Lydia had been attentive in all her silliness. Nothing had prepared her for a child who was not interested in learning.

Miss Cahill had sat in a nearby chair during a good portion of the morning and Elizabeth was relieved to see her finally leave to take young Edwin out for some fresh air. Once they had the room to themselves she decided to try something different, calling Robert over to a box of toy soldiers which was too full to properly close.

“Whose are these?” she asked him once his attention was fixed.

“Mine,” he answered simply, offering no more than the one word.

Elizabeth picked a colourful figure from the box and examined it closely. The detail was fine, the uniform painted in vibrant colours. She recognised the differences in the uniforms depicted on the other soldiers and an idea began to form in her mind. Glancing at Robert, she started to take the toys from the box and set them up on the floor. “Would you like to play a game?” she asked him.

The boy’s face lit up. His chubby hands were quick to assist her with the small figures. In no time the box was empty and soldiers were lined up across the carpet. They had divided them into two camps; the blue coated men, which it was decided belonged to Robert as his favourite colour was blue, and the redcoats, assigned to Elizabeth. Her heart lightened upon seeing his enthusiasm ignited. The key to unlocking his interest had been found.

More than a week had passed since Elizabeth had first set foot in the home of Lady Sophia. She had been interviewed twice in that time, the second meeting leaving a more favourable impression in the minds of both ladies. Young Robert progressed in his studies without realising he was learning. The lad was clever but with a stubbornness that tried Elizabeth’s patience to its limitations. She had never realised what hard work the position entailed and the thought of spending the rest of her life in this kind of service was disheartening. It was all so very new after living a relatively idle existence for so many years.

Despite efforts on the part of Miss Cahill, Elizabeth resisted overtures of friendship. The young woman did not impress with her attention to duty, or rather inattention at times. It was not in Elizabeth’s nature to shirk her responsibilities but Miss Cahill was often asking her or another servant to ‘watch the baby for a moment while I nip downstairs’. It was never for ‘a moment’ and frequently close to an hour. Elizabeth dared not enquire when the nursemaid would finally reappear but a sense of dismissal loomed in the air. She did not want to be the one looking for a new position.

The rest of the household staff were kept equally distant. Elizabeth took her meals in her rooms, ostensibly to prepare the day’s activities for the boy, however, removing herself from the scene of gossip was her primary incentive. This made her far from popular; she was seen to consider herself above the rest of them, looking down her nose when she was no better than anyone else in the employ of Lady Sophia. As a result, the others refused to speak with Miss Bennet when they passed her in the hallways. None of this was a hardship for Elizabeth, although she was painfully aware of the contrast it presented with her former opinions. Pride, her own pride, was at stake now. She was not yet ready to completely let it go.

Elizabeth eagerly embraced the first free afternoon she was given, planning her time to allow some brief shopping, for she had discovered she required a few necessities, before arriving at the Gardiners’ home to visit with her aunt and Jane. The housekeeper was strict and knowing she could not be one minute late in returning, Elizabeth was ever aware of the time. Hurrying about her errands found the purchases quickly obtained and she was briskly walking along the busy street when she was startled to hear her name.

“Miss Bennet!” A voice full of surprise and tinged with shock came from behind her. Elizabeth turned, eyes widening at the sight of Mr. Darcy’s cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam. “It is you, Miss Bennet! What a delight to run into you!” His smile was genuinely welcoming, warming her with the friendliness.

She felt a familiar spark of humour and gave vent to it, saying, “Why, Colonel Fitzwilliam! That you should remember me after all this time is highly flattering. Oh, but my manners have lapsed. It is my pleasure to meet you again, sir.”

He laughed, his eyes twinkling with appreciation. “Such good fortune cannot be allowed to go to waste. Dare I ask if you have time to join me for a cup of tea?”

Elizabeth’s hesitation was slight as she considered how much of the afternoon remained. “I’m afraid I have but a half hour to spare. However, I would be pleased to spend it with you.”

“I am honoured,” He gallantly replied, crooking an arm for her to take. They walked the short distance to a shop with which the Colonel seemed quite familiar. He ordered tea which was promptly brought to the table along with a plate of pastries and a bowl of fruits. Elizabeth eyed the dainties with a barely suppressed sigh. How long it had been since she’d been on the receiving end of such things!

After the tea was poured the gentleman settled back in his chair, content to observe Elizabeth for a moment in silence. Then, with a sheepish grin, he spoke. “Miss Bennet, whatever brings you to London? Ah, now I recall something about an aunt living in town, I believe.”

Amused, she laughed lightly. “Indeed, Colonel, I do have an aunt and an uncle in town.”

“Forgive me, Miss Bennet,” he said, suddenly very serious. “I must correct a misapprehension. I am no longer a Colonel.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrows rose. “General Fitzwilliam! Congratulations are in order, sir.”

“If only it were so simple a reason... Alas, at the risk of spoiling this pleasant moment I must relate some terrible news. More than a year ago my elder brother suffered a fatal injury in a fall from his horse. As you can imagine it was a shock to us all.”

“I am so sorry for your loss.” Elizabeth looked at him in sympathy and wonder. “You have assumed the role of your father’s heir.”

He nodded. “Yes. I was never prepared for it and learning new duties at my age is not easy.” He winked, changing the sombre tone of their conversation.

“Nevertheless, I will not offer you congratulations on this promotion, my Lord Viscount. It is distressing enough to experience such misfortune.”

Fitzwilliam instantly regretted calling attention to his change in status. He did not want to make her feel uncomfortable. “Sufficient time has passed to ease the pain of loss but I thank you for your concern. You have not said what brings you to London, Miss Bennet. Are you visiting your family?”

Elizabeth was not one to seek pity and so she decided to reveal as few details as possible. “Unfortunately, I was also burdened with loss in the last year. My father passed away.”

“I am very sorry to hear that. I am blessed to still have both of my parents. Am I correct in that my aunt’s parson, Mr. Collins, is a relation of yours and he was to inherit your father’s estate? I trust that he has looked after your family in your grief.”

“My mother remains in Meryton with one of my sisters. Another is soon to be married while my elder sister and I are presently here in town.”

“I am happy to hear that you have not experienced any hardship as a result of your father’s passing. So often a widow and daughters are shabbily dealt in these kinds of situations. But tell me,” he said in a brighter tone, “have you seen much of the city yet?” Fool! She has been here before. Of course she has long since visited the important places.

“I have not had many opportunities for that. My days are rather busy.” Elizabeth immediately changed the subject to remove the focus from herself. “I imagine you miss your military life. Have you found it difficult to adjust?”

Fitzwilliam nodded. “A little, yes. The routine and being self-sufficient I miss the most, I think. There are many obligations for me now, socially. I am fortunate to have good conversational skills, otherwise I’d be in trouble.”

“You have nothing to worry about there,” said Elizabeth with a fond smile. “I found our conversations quite enjoyable. No doubt you will excel in your new position.”

“Thank you, Miss Bennet.” Her compliments excited a greater interest on his part. “I enjoyed our discussions, also. Will you be staying in town long?”

“I have no fixed date for leaving,” she quietly replied.

Fitzwilliam was encouraged by her words. “May I be so bold as to ask if I might call on you?”

Elizabeth’s heart jumped. How was it possible that a man of his station could be seen with a governess! Then she reminded herself that he was not aware of her situation. She felt guilty in not revealing this information for he was a kind man who would probably be sympathetic. Yet his sympathy was what she did not want. She found herself welcoming the idea of his attentions and fearful that his interest would wane should he discover the truth. “I would be pleased to see you again, sir,” she heard herself reply.

A delighted smile appeared on his face. “Now I only need to know where I may find you.”

“Oh!” Suddenly embarrassed, Elizabeth lowered her gaze. “You may find me at my uncle’s house but, as I said before, my days are very busy.” She stopped to draw a long breath, preparing for the worst. “To own the truth, sir, my time is not my own. I have been forced by circumstances to find employment which supplements the meagre stipend left me by my father. I was not eager to share this as you might, perhaps, understand.” She dared not look up, fearing his disapproval but, at a touch upon her hand, her head rose.

Fitzwilliam’s expression was supportive. “There is no shame in providing for yourself, Miss Bennet. I have done so for many years, in service to His Majesty, although there is an air of respectability attached to it that is not wholly deserved.” He appeared thoughtful for a time during which Elizabeth was afraid to speak. His reaction had surprised her but awareness of the vast gulf which now existed between them prevented her from hoping he would still wish to see her again. At last he stirred, smiling warmly. “May I get you more tea?”

She looked at her empty cup and recalled the time. “No thank you, Colonel.” A laugh accompanied her correction. “I mean, my Lord. My aunt is expecting me this afternoon. I should be on my way.” She started to gather together her belongings.

“Perhaps I could offer you a ride? My carriage is waiting for me not far from here.”

Elizabeth really had no wish to refuse. “That is very kind of you to offer.”

“But will you accept?” he asked with a grin.

Laughing at herself, Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, I am pleased to accept your offer, thank you.”

“Excellent!”

At Elizabeth’s insistence, they walked the short distance to the open carriage rather than wait for it to be brought around. Fitzwilliam happily assisted her into it and, after obtaining the direction from her, informed his driver of their destination before joining her.

The journey was too short, in his opinion. The young lady’s company was as delightful as he remembered from the brief time at Rosings. At that time he had found it difficult to keep his feelings hidden. He’d no desire to engender hope on her part when he had none to give. Everything had changed in the last year, however! Fitzwilliam felt no need for such restraint. He was prepared to make his intentions known as soon as possible.

Mr. Gardiner was not at home when they arrived in Gracechurch Street. Fitzwilliam stayed only long enough to exchange pleasantries and ascertain when he might next call upon Miss Bennet. He then took his leave, light in his step as well as his heart.

“Lizzy,” said her aunt as soon as the gentleman had left, “you must tell us how you are getting along in your position but first give us to understand how you came to know the Viscount!”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed. She explained how she had first made his acquaintance in Kent while visiting Charlotte, that he was Mr. Darcy’s cousin and, at the time, not a Viscount but an army Colonel. “His elder brother died as the result of an accident and the title passed to him. It was quite by chance that we met in town this afternoon.”

“Well, he seems a very nice young man and I shall not be sorry to see more of him,” Mrs. Gardiner teased. “Now I’d like to hear all about your success with the little boy in your charge.”

“Fitzwilliam?”

Darcy looked up from his book. “I’m sorry. Was I being inattentive?” He prepared to lay the book aside but Sophia shook her head.

“I merely said that the children will be down shortly. It is near their bedtime. I’ve been seeing them in here during your absence.” She indicated the small drawing room with a sweep of her arm.

This was an alteration from her usual practice that surprised him. “May I ask what prompted the change?” He was well aware of the reasons for the use of her late husband’s study for this purpose and was unaffected by it, feeling secure enough in their relationship. Envy was irrational; envy of a dead man, absurd.

A small smile crept into the corners of her mouth. “I found in my husband’s absence a greater sense of comfort in being within a room we frequented together.”

He could not help but smile at her sentimental admission. “I look forward to the time when we can all be at Pemberley together. The house has not seen a family present in some years.” He left his book and his seat to join Lady Sophia on the settee. “Mrs. Reynolds enquired after you. She is also eager to have children there again.” Lifting her hand to his lips, Darcy applied a soft caress.

“You are attempting to distract me, sir,” she gently scolded. “I cannot be persuaded to leave London before Georgiana has experienced the full Season.”

He frowned at the thought of several more weeks in town. “Surely now that she and Bingley are engaged there is no need to parade her about as one would a single young woman.”

“My dear, the purpose is to establish connections for them both. If you intend to leave Georgiana here when we return north then she will need friends who can support her in society; friends other than Bingley’s sisters.” Her look was pointed, although distraction was imminent when her husband softened his expression, looking most handsome.

“You are indispensable, Mrs. Darcy.” His voice betrayed his thoughts; likewise his eyes, which were now directed toward her lips.

A knock upon the door announced the children's arrival. Darcy grumbled with the interruption but moved away to the hearth before his wife called out for them to enter. The sound of Robert's scampering feet caused him to look up with a smile, only to have it disappear as quickly as the colour drained from his face when he saw the woman holding his son.

Elizabeth did not immediately notice the man standing to the side in the room. Her attention was focussed on Robert's behaviour as he greeted his mother. The boy was excited, as expected, but had learned his lessons well, restraining his more exuberant reactions despite the temptation to do the opposite. One tentative glance at his governess ensured that she approved of his actions and his smile was full, delighted to see his mother. Elizabeth stood quietly, the baby in her arms, while mother and son were engaged in conversation. This had become a routine over the last week, with Miss Cahill readily relinquishing Edwin for Elizabeth to bring both children downstairs in the evening. Lady Sophia, pleased with the opportunity to see both of her sons before they were put to bed, embraced the new routine. She would spend some minutes with her eldest first, then signal for the baby to join them. This evening would be no different. Elizabeth waited patiently, gently bouncing the infant to keep him quiet. By now she was familiar with the room, her Ladyship having moved to this one once Edwin joined his brother in the nightly ritual. It was much cosier than the study which she had found somewhat stuffy, particularly with the numerous portraits of the Master looking down upon them.

A small movement caught her attention and Elizabeth's head turned toward the source. She stared for some seconds in utter disbelief at the sight of Mr. Darcy in a familiar pose against the mantelpiece of the fireplace.

Having regained his composure while Elizabeth was otherwise occupied, Darcy nodded politely, acknowledging his recognition of her identity. It was all he could manage, however; with his wife in the same room he dared not do more.

"Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth was visibly startled by Lady Sophia's voice; Darcy calmly shifted his gaze toward her. "Of course you have not yet made the acquaintance of Miss Bennet, Robert's new governess. She arrived the day of Georgiana's party, do you recall?"

"Yes," he replied, no trace of emotion in his voice. He inclined his head once again toward Elizabeth before saying, "I presume you are satisfied with the arrangement."

It was unclear to Elizabeth to whom the latter remark was addressed. She was not in the least satisfied with the arrangement at the moment! How could this have happened? How could she not have known? Elizabeth felt a stab of something she could not identify as she realised the baby she held was Darcy’s own.

“Quite satisfied, my dear,” Lady Sophia was saying. “Miss Bennet, if you would give Edwin to my husband... Fitzwilliam, can you see how he has grown while you were away?”

Darcy stepped away from the mantel to meet Elizabeth and take the baby into his own firm grasp. Neither of them looked anywhere but at the child, and Elizabeth stepped quickly away once he was safely in his father’s arms.

“Well?” prompted Sophia again. “Come now, you cannot say you don’t see it.” She turned to the governess. “Most men spend so little time with their children I’m sure they forget they have any but Mr. Darcy is not one of them.” Her smile was affectionately bestowed upon the man who now seemed captivated by the gurgling of the baby. “He has grown, has he not?”

Darcy could not deny the changes even he could detect in the tiny form. “In leaps and bounds, Sophia.” She appeared pleased with his reply, motioning him to come closer so that she could share in his appraisal of their son. Elizabeth moved as far away as possible in the small room. The air was heavy and she was beginning to feel ill. Attempting to keep her mind from the horror of the situation, she grasped at anything that would divert her from the sight of Mr. Darcy as a devoted father. However, everything in the room seemed determined to remind her of the unexpected discovery of this tender facet of the man’s character. It was evident that the couple spent a good deal of time together within these walls; comfortable were the furnishings with a decidedly elegant atmosphere. Books were conveniently shelved within reach of the chairs and the tea cart in the corner had upon it fresh biscuits and a steaming pot.

With a start, Elizabeth felt all eyes upon her. She realised it was time to take the children upstairs once more. Robert led the way but, unable to pull the door by himself, made way for Darcy as he easily opened it, standing next to the exit until Elizabeth, with Edwin tucked in the crook of her elbow, passed him. She resisted the urge to look back but heard the latch click and knew the door was closed.

Darcy returned to the hearth, picking up a poker and stirring the glowing embers into flame. Otherwise he appeared calm on the outside; inside his mind was busily trying to rationalise the dilemma now facing him.

She cannot remain here under my roof! It’s insupportable! Yet, neither can I dismiss her. She is not one of my staff. Her position is not even under my wife’s control. My wife! Of all the strangest twists of fate that Elizabeth should end up as governess to Sophia’s son. This brought more confusion to his mind. What had happened to require Elizabeth to seek out such employment?

“Are you well? Fitzwilliam?” Sophia’s concern drew his attention back to his surroundings. “You must be tired from your journey.”

He was suddenly aware of a great fatigue settling on his shoulders. “Yes,” agreed Darcy. “I shall bid you goodnight. Perhaps I’ll be better company in the morning.”

Sophia smiled. “Sleep well, then.” She offered her cheek for a kiss and was surprised when he took her face in his hands, his lips firmly pressed against hers. For a moment she thought he had changed his intentions and expected her to be waiting for him later, but just as quickly his hands dropped away to his sides. He was unreadable, his manner cool.

“Goodnight,” he said simply, then stepped out the door.

In the hallway, Darcy stood for a moment, debating his course of action. Coming to a decision, he took the stairs two at a time, strode down the hallway to his chambers and stopped with his hand on the doorknob. A deep frown creased his brow, the disturbance in his mind clearly marked. “I must know,” he muttered, suddenly turning from the door.

It was not far to the stairs that led up to the nursery level. Once again he took them quickly, standing before the door to the nursery just as Miss Cahill opened it. She jumped back, startled to see him there. Recovering herself, she bowed her head and curtseyed, inviting him in.

“Master Edwin has just gone down for the night, sir. Miss Bennet is seeing to Master Robert. Is there something I may do for you?” She looked up cautiously, unable to determine the meaning of his visit.

Darcy turned his gaze on her. “If it is no trouble, I would like to spend some time with Edwin. I realise he is likely to be asleep but I will be content to just sit with him.”

“You are a good father, sir,” smiled the nursemaid, beckoning him toward the baby’s room. “There’s a rocking chair here by the cot and another in the sitting room if it’s more to your liking, sir.” She lifted the sleeping baby and handed him to his father.

Darcy’s confusion faded as his son rested against his chest. He began to feel his confidence and control slip back into place. Choosing to sit in the nearby chair, he rocked slowly as the baby stirred slightly with the movement.

“Do you need anything else, sir?” Miss Cahill asked. She had been on her way downstairs when the Master had appeared.

“No,” he replied without looking up. “You may continue whatever it was I interrupted.”

“Yes, sir.” She left the room before he could change his mind.

As the room grew quiet around him, Darcy became aware that he could hear a soft voice speaking in animated tones. He knew it must be Elizabeth in the nearby chamber that belonged to Robert. Curiosity overwhelmed him. He was no longer sure what his original intention was in coming up to the nursery; being with his son had restored his resolve. He listened to her voice, straining to hear the words and know what she was saying to the boy. Eventually he determined that it was a story she was reading and that it was drawing to a close. Yet he remained in the chair, his son nestled against him, while Elizabeth’s voice claimed his attention. Before long she grew silent, the squeak of a hinge betrayed a door’s movement, and the sound of footsteps drew near. Darcy ceased rocking, eyes fixed on the entrance to the room.

Elizabeth entered but a few steps, peering into the dim interior. “Anna?” she whispered, unsure if there really was someone in the rocking chair. She was about to turn away when there was a reply.

“Miss Bennet.” Darcy’s tall form rose from the chair.

Elizabeth gasped. “Mr. Darcy!”

He stepped closer, the light from the open doorway now illuminating his features. “Miss Bennet, I must speak with you.”

She shook her head. “I shall pack my things and be gone in the morning. You need not worry about Lady Sophia learning of our... past acquaintance from me. None of the other servants are aware of it.”

“You cannot leave,” he said in a voice accustomed to being obeyed. “You must not leave.”

“I cannot stay!” Her voice was rising in volume with her distress. Darcy took several more steps toward her but Elizabeth backed away. “It’s not right.”

“No, it isn’t.” He looked down at the small figure in his arms. His life was wrapped up in that one bundle of blankets and baby clothing. Pitching his voice to a more intimate level, Darcy continued, “Do not make any hasty decisions, I beg you. I’m sure we can find some arrangement to suit all concerned.”

Disbelief prompted her to sharply retort, “An arrangement? I may have sunk so low as to seek a servant’s position, Mr. Darcy, but I assure you that I remain respectable in every other aspect!”

“You misunderstand me, Miss Bennet. I’m sorry, I chose my words rather carelessly.” The baby began to stir, as if he sensed his father’s agitation. “We cannot speak here, nor now. Please, wait until morning and we may discuss the options open to us.”

The only option Elizabeth could see was in leaving before Lady Sophia discovered who she was and what role she played in her husband’s past. It was an impossible situation! “There is no alternative, Mr. Darcy, and I do not understand what concern it is of yours if I decide to leave!”

He felt a growing irritation with her stubborn resistance. “I realise, Miss Bennet, that you have no regard for my opinions but I do consider the well-being of my staff to be my concern, even when they are leaving my employ.” Too late he saw it was the wrong thing to say. Elizabeth resented the reminder of their respective positions. Darcy attempted to soften the offense by changing the tone of his voice. “Such a quick departure from the house will cast suspicion upon you and it will be nigh on impossible to find another position. It is for your benefit that I ask you to wait.”

Despite the temptation, she could not argue with him on this point. She was aware that any questionable relinquishing of this job would create obstacles to obtaining another. Elizabeth clenched her teeth as she resigned herself to accede to his request. “I have little choice, it seems. I will stay but only on the understanding that it is to be of short duration, and that we have no further contact but for what is necessary to arrange my leaving.”

Darcy held back a smile; she had lost none of her impertinence, whatever had befallen her in the years since they had parted in Kent. “I will agree to try, Miss Bennet. As this is my house and you have duties to perform, it is inevitable that our paths may cross occasionally, but I will not intentionally seek you out. Does this meet with your satisfaction?” Nodding curtly, Elizabeth was gratified with being able to at least dictate the terms. “I shall speak with you in the morning, then.” He looked down at the babe, now with eyes wide open and staring at his father’s face. The image of Elizabeth holding him, comforting him, created a disturbing sensation in Darcy’s chest. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out both the scene and the feeling.

“Are you alright?” It was a stupid question and Elizabeth scolded herself for asking it. Of course he wasn’t! Everything about this situation was wrong. “If you would like me to take him.....”

Darcy’s eyes opened so quickly that she drew in a sharp breath in surprise. “No.” The word hung in the air. They stared silently at one another for a full minute. “Please leave us.”

His voice sounded harsh, strained, but Elizabeth attributed it to her own heightened sensitivity. “Very well. Sir,” she added as an afterthought. I had better get used to properly addressing him. “I am sure Miss Cahill will return soon.”

Darcy nodded absently; he had no interest in Miss Cahill. With an effort he turned from the door and stood with his back toward it. He would not watch Elizabeth leave.

Part Three

Posted on Sunday, 21 May 2006

Fitzwilliam came bounding up the steps of his cousin’s home, not bothering to knock but letting himself in. “Hello, Gerald!” he called to the servant who hurried to take his hat and coat. “Where is your mistress?”

“In the breakfast room, my Lord,” the man replied without a pause.

“Excellent!” The Viscount sauntered down the hallway, flung open the door to the breakfast parlour and merrily greeted his astonished cousin with a kiss on the cheek. “Georgiana, my pet! How pretty you look this morning.”

Miss Darcy swallowed a mouthful of tea before laughing. “What a sight you are to come into my house at this hour and in such a state! Have you been drinking?”

“Drinking!” cried Fitzwilliam, pressing a hand to his wounded heart. “You cannot be serious. I am not drunk, my dear Georgiana. I am in love!” He dropped into the nearest chair and showed her a wide, silly grin. “You will say you don’t believe me and I will have to prove it, I know. Wait! You are in love, yourself! Does not every young lady in love believe it is infectious and surrounds her and the people around her? There, I have negated any and all of your disbelief in one statement.”

Bringing a napkin to her mouth to hide her smile, Georgiana could not disguise the merriment in her eyes, nor the giggle that escaped her lips. “You must be drunk!” She leaned forward to peer at him more closely and discreetly sniff at his clothing. “Hmm... you don’t appear to be so, however. Alright, I’ll ask. Who is she?”

He leaned against the back of the chair and sighed melodramatically. “Oh, you say she so casually. She is the keeper of my heart, the light in my eyes and the means of waking my sleeping soul!”

“Enough, already!” Georgiana laughed until tears appeared. “I hope you haven’t been saying nonsense like this to the lady. I shall feel heartily sorry for you if you have and wonder how she could keep a straight face. Now do be serious and tell me all the details. Who is she? Where did you meet? Do I know her?”

Her cousin was all too eager to provide the information. He described Elizabeth Bennet in the most glowing terms, assuring Miss Darcy that she had not yet made the lady’s acquaintance but most certainly would have the opportunity soon. “I have no doubt that you will love her immediately just as I do, for your brother already knows her and he found no fault.”

“Fitzwilliam has met her? He said not a thing to me about your attachment! I will give him an earful when I see him next.”

“Do not be too hasty, Georgiana,” grinned the Viscount. “It was all long ago though I’m sure he’ll remember her well enough. You are the first to learn my news.”

“Then I shall spare him. Now, you must eat something. I declare you look as if you’ve been awake all night and eaten nothing since yesterday’s breakfast!” She motioned to the steaming platters on the table. “There is always far too much for me to eat, you know, and Mrs. Annesley cannot make up the difference by herself.”

Fitzwilliam gratefully helped himself for he was, indeed, hungry and hadn’t taken the time to eat before leaving his own residence that morning. “Has your brother returned from the North yet?” he enquired after finishing off one plateful.

“I honestly don’t know,” replied Georgiana with a small frown. “We do not correspond as frequently any more when he is away and I confess that I’ve not spent much time with Sophia since the ball.”

“Well, I suppose he’ll contact me when he needs me. We have to get your affairs in order before the wedding. I’m in no hurry,” he added with an impish grin. “The longer he stays away the more time I have to court Miss Bennet.”

Clapping her hands together in delight, Georgiana cried, “I must have a dinner party, then! You will bring Miss Bennet and there will be Charles, Fitzwilliam and Sophia, and who else? There must be more.”

“Miss Bennet’s uncle and aunt. They are her nearest relations here. I’ve met the aunt and I’m sure you will like her.”

“That makes.. eight. I think another couple to round it out to ten and that will do nicely.” She was quite pleased with herself.

“Miss Bennet’s sister is also in town. If you have another single gentleman in mind then you will have your ten!”

“I think I know just the one,” giggled his cousin.

Elizabeth’s expectation was that Mr. Darcy would send for her immediately the following morning to discuss how her departure from their service was to be arranged. When no summons arrived by mid afternoon she began to suspect something may have gone wrong. Yet she could not ask to see him. That would draw suspicion from the other servants. What business did the governess have with the Master of the house? And so Elizabeth waited, far from patient and with no little concern that the information she most desired to keep secret had already been discovered.

When Miss Cahill returned from her supper in the servants hall she reported that Lady Sophia had requested Miss Bennet to attend her in her chambers. Elizabeth’s pulse raced, certain that this meant she would be dismissed in disgrace. She quickly checked her appearance, straightened her skirts and tucked the loose strands of hair back into place, then hurried from the room.

Lady Sophia was mildly surprised at the prompt appearance of the governess. Her maid was applying the finishing touches to her hair for an evening visit to the opera. Elizabeth was more surprised to find a smile greeted her and even more annoyed that Mr. Darcy should choose to conduct his life as if nothing had happened and completely ignore the meeting that he had insisted they have! She could barely attend to her Ladyship’s words which consisted of informing Miss Bennet that, with Mr. Darcy’s return home, his young Lordship should be kept occupied out of his way as much as possible, unless Mr. Darcy specifically requested to see him. This was not unusual in itself but for Elizabeth the meaning was clear; she would have no opportunity to gain any kind of audience with him until he arranged it.

When the interview was done, Elizabeth curtseyed and left the dressing room. Some force made her pause in the main chamber to look around. The house staff could not be faulted; there was tidiness in every corner. The writing desk along one wall had a plentiful supply of paper and pens for it appeared that Lady Sophia was an avid correspondent. In all aspects the room belonged to a lady but there was also the hint of a masculine presence which disturbed Elizabeth. She feared at any moment Mr. Darcy would enter but as she approached the door the thought that he might be on the other side brought alarm, as well. At last, scolding herself for being foolish, she opened the door to discover the empty hallway beyond. Relieved, Elizabeth hurriedly returned to the nursery above, one more day having passed but no closer to resolving her dilemma.

“My cousin is in love, you know.” Georgiana watched Bingley’s reaction when she whispered this information as they listened to Caroline play. She disguised a giggle by raising her cup to her mouth, pretending to sip the tea.

“Do you mean Fitzwilliam?” Bingley whispered in return. Her confirmation prompted him to add, “I am happy for him. Have you met the lady?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I hope to arrange a dinner party so that we may all get acquainted. My brother knows her already, apparently, and approves.”

He looked surprised at this comment, more due to his impression that Fitzwilliam placed no reliance on another’s judgement over his own, thus Darcy’s approval or disapproval was moot. Perhaps it was Georgiana’s regard for her brother that was behind her remark. “You must find it reassuring, then.”

“You should hear Richard speak of her! He can hardly contain himself,” she continued, neglecting to keep her voice low. A glare from the direction of the piano silenced her for a moment. “I cannot wait to meet this Miss Bennet and see for myself if she is everything he says.”

Bingley’s stomach gave a turn and he looked at Georgiana intently. “Miss Bennet? I know of several. What else do you know of her?”

“Where do I begin? Richard had so much to say that I’m sure I’ve forgotten most of it but apart from being sweet and intelligent, beautiful and kind, she is also well read and plays most delightfully.” Georgiana was unable to resist a side glance at Caroline who was struggling to complete the piece she had chosen to play for them. “Oh, and her name is Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth Bennet! There cannot be two that match that description and I know she was in town recently. “I see,” was all he said.

“Is she one of the ladies you know?”

Before he could reply, his sister completed her song and applause was necessary. Bingley was relieved to avoid answering that question. If Fitzwilliam’s lady was the same Elizabeth Bennet he could not imagine Darcy approving of her as a wife for his cousin, the Viscount! His friend had made it quite clear that the Bennet family of Hertfordshire was below what Bingley might expect, let alone Fitzwilliam’s standards. It must be a coincidence that the name was the same.

He had managed to avoid thinking about Jane Bennet for months, until that day when he’d seen her in the park. It had been a shock, one that he would not easily forget. It had, however, motivated him to examine his future and where Georgiana fit into it. She was sweet and adored him, that was obvious. Never had Georgiana Darcy hidden her admiration for her brother’s friend and Darcy was well aware of it. Bingley realised that he might not have acted on it but for the effect of seeing Jane Bennet again, forcing him to open his eyes to what the rest of the world had to offer. Once he saw the affection in her eyes when Georgiana looked upon him, Bingley was swept up in the excitement of being loved and, even though he could not return that love equally, was determined to do his best to make the young lady happy. Sadly, he had concluded that no woman could hold a place in his heart as Jane had done. She was, in fact, still there. He could do nothing to relieve his own sense of loss but the power to prevent Miss Darcy from suffering the same fate was in his hands.

It was then that he had made the decision to make her an offer of marriage.

Being engaged was not what Bingley had expected. Darcy and Lady Sophia meticulously planned their social calendar; a ball to make a public announcement, dinners to make acquaintances amongst the ton, theatre visits to see and be seen. There were few opportunities to spend in private with Georgiana, to get to know one another better. They had known each other for several years already but did one ever completely know another person? Bingley felt he would like to better understand the lady with whom he would share his life. Spending time with his own sister was hardly the most pleasant of visits but it did afford him some time with Georgiana away from her brother who, it must be said, was much less amusing in the role of guardian than that of friend.

Bingley’s musings had brought him around to the subject of Jane Bennet once more. He remembered how she looked, sitting on the bench in the park and he wondered again what had brought her to London. Was she married? Did she have children? She was as beautiful that day as when he’d first seen her in Hertfordshire. Gripped with the desire to know the answers, he called out to Georgiana who had joined Caroline at the piano.

“Georgie, is Darcy returned from the North yet?”

“I do not know, Charles,” she replied. “Richard asked me the same thing but I’m sure if he’s home, I’ll know it soon enough.”

Good point, thought Bingley. Darcy would not let his sister entertain her suitor alone while he was in town to chaperone. When he appeared to look after Georgiana, that was when Bingley would quiz him on his cousin’s ladyfriend.

Nearly a week had gone by before Darcy requested Miss Bennet to come to his study. He waited until most of the housekeeping staff was well occupied with work below stairs so that no notice would be taken of the young governess’s visit. In the time since he had first spoken with Elizabeth, Darcy had been waiting for a report from a man he had hired to learn what had befallen the Bennet family in the previous two years. As he read the report his countenance expressed his dismay at the contents. When the expected knock came upon the door, he folded the pages and put them away in a desk drawer before granting permission to enter. The door was opened by Fitch who announced Miss Bennet and then retreated, closing the door.

She was uneasy in his presence, alone and with the door closed. Under other circumstances her courage may have risen to the challenge but in his home, and in her position, the advantage was not in her favour. In addition, her patience had long worn out and anger had kept her warm the last few nights.

“My condolences on the loss of your father,” Darcy began. “It is never easy to lose a parent.”

Briefly, Elizabeth wondered how he knew but dismissed it as irrelevant. She was not willing to engage in idle conversation. “Have you found a way for me to leave without causing any scandal?”

“No.” He frowned, moving away from the desk to cross to the window. As he stood with his back toward her, Darcy said, “Unfortunately, your position is not one that falls under my direct authority. Nor is your hiring, or dismissal, my... Lady Sophia’s responsibility.” He turned to face her. “I have no say in the matter. Lady Sophia may suggest a replacement is necessary but that would require an explanation to the trustees who oversee young Robert’s affairs. As she is perfectly satisfied with your abilities that is not likely to occur.”

“Could you not persuade her otherwise?”

His eyebrows rose in amazement. “Are you suggesting I could persuade her that your efforts are less than adequate? I assure you that she is more capable of making that determination than I.”

“I did not mean that,” Elizabeth heatedly replied. “You know exactly what I meant! You can convince her that I’m not at all suitable, I’m sure.”

“But I have no wish to do that. It would amount to you departing under suspicion and that is what we are trying to avoid.”

His rational answers were infuriating her. It almost seemed as if he was preventing her leaving instead of looking for a way to facilitate it. “If it is the only way then so be it. The longer I am here the greater the chance that someone will notice the.... the awkwardness.”

Sighing, Darcy left the window and walked to the far side of the room to put a greater distance between them. “There has been no awkwardness to witness thus far. I have been true to my word and left you to your duties without any interference from me. I have even absented myself from my... from my wife’s nightly ritual of bidding goodnight to the children. You must have more patience. It will just take a little more time.”

“The longer I remain here the more difficult it will be to leave!”

“Miss Bennet,” he said in a tone she recognised as a shift from addressing an acquaintance to how he addressed a servant. “Please leave the details to me. Do not do anything hasty or the consequences may be impossible to repair. I have already stated that your future welfare is at stake. If you choose to abandon your post without explanation there is no respectable household that will employ you.”

Feeling that she had no real choice, Elizabeth grudgingly agreed to allow him more time but did not promise not to investigate on her own. What little private time she was allotted would be best spent in considering other avenues of employment, preferably something which would not require a reference from Mr. Darcy! Unfortunately, there was one matter that needed addressing. “Sir, as much as it may discomfit you, I must suggest that you resume whatever activities or visits you previously conducted with the children. They should not be made to suffer your absence merely for the sake of my conscience.”

Darcy nodded. “Very well. I thank you, Miss Bennet. My habit was to spend some time with my son before he was put to bed for the night. I realise that Sophia altered the routine while I was at Pemberley and now you bring both boys down to her at once. If you do not mind I should like to be present at that time.”

Elizabeth noticed that he did not use his wife’s title when he said her name, as if he was speaking to one of his peers. This lapse bothered her. Perhaps he was not so unaffected as he appeared. “Please do so. You must know that Master Robert has expressed disappointment in not seeing you each evening.”

A fond smile formed on his lips. “I, too, have missed him.” He quelled the urge to ask her further questions about the boy.

When the silence had stretched out long enough, Elizabeth uttered a small cough. “If that will be all, I should return to my duties.”

Darcy frowned, reminded again of her status in his house. “Of course.” It was hardly a dismissal but he watched as she quickly sought escape from the room. For a few minutes he stood unmoving, merely staring at the closed door while his mind tried to untangle itself.

Elizabeth struggled through the days which followed her conversation with Darcy. It was difficult to concentrate on the lessons she had prepared for Master Robert and nearly impossible to maintain her composure in the evenings when required to present the children to the Mistress and Master. Each time she could feel Mr. Darcy’s eyes following her every move. It was as if he was waiting to catch her in a misstep, although Elizabeth had by now been long aware of his true intentions in observing her. She may have in the past been fooled into believing his impertinent staring was due to disapproval but she could only wish for it to be so now.

One afternoon she was called to Lady Sophia’s sitting room, the summons bringing a dreadful anticipation in her heart that the truth had been discovered. As she waited to be addressed, Elizabeth’s mind raced through the possible avenues open to her when she was thrown out of the house.

“Ah, Miss Bennet.” Lady Sophia’s voice startled her so that she jumped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Her warm smile did nothing to ease Elizabeth’s conscience, and she could only shake her head in silence. “You have not been with us very long but I realised that I neglected to reassure you on some matters of importance.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrows rose slowly. “Yes, my Lady?”

Sophia was not happy with what she was about to say. More accurately, she was not happy that it was necessary to say it. It had taken her some hours of painful and careful thought to compose the speech she was about to make. “In a house of this size, with so many staff, it is inevitable that situations may arise that are not altogether comfortable nor acceptable for all members of the household. I am aware of the frictions that may occur between people who must, by necessity, be thrown into close quarters with one another. I want you to know that if you, or anyone else, have difficulty with another person in this house then you may come to me at once.” She studied Miss Bennet’s expression but there appeared to be nothing more than mild surprise. Sophia continued, attempting to make her meaning clear. “There have been instances in the past where one or more of the young women on staff have been... approached by a footman, or other young man within the household, to engage in activities reserved for... married couples.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “I assure you, my Lady, no one has spoken to me in that manner.”

No one. Yet Sophia’s relief was not secured. “I speak not only of the servants, Miss Bennet, but of everyone in this house.” There, it was said. She carefully observed the young woman’s reaction.

“Again I assure you, Lady Sophia,” said Elizabeth, hoping the beating of her heart was not audible.

“Good. Please remember what I have said and if you do have trouble with anyone do not hesitate to come to me.” She dismissed the governess and once alone in the room, rose from her seat to stand at the window, looking out. Her hands were clasped together and the calm she had exhibited before Miss Bennet had disappeared. Confusion marked her brow and painful recollections intruded. She knew not how it was possible that her comfortable existence had come to this. Suspicion was not in her nature; Darcy was an honourable man.

Something was not right, however, and her heart ached to see it unfold before her eyes.

She knows! Elizabeth ran to her room, closing the door in an effort to shut out the shame and guilt that followed her. Tears soon flowed and she feared someone might hear but was unable to stop crying. What choice do I have now? He cannot protect me anymore, if he could at all.

Eventually her tears subsided and Elizabeth began to think more rationally. Lady Sophia had seemed to be making enquiries more than accusations. Perhaps there really was a footman dallying with the maids and she was genuinely concerned that there would be trouble below stairs.

“No,” she shook her head. “I cannot take the chance. I must find a way to leave very soon.” But if I go now it will confirm any suspicions Lady Sophia might have! There seemed to be no easy answer.

A servant is given very little time for a personal life and Elizabeth was further frustrated by the intrusion of her obligations. Miss Cahill had returned from taking the children out for a walk and now Master Robert was her responsibility. Drying her face and hoping to appear more collected than she felt, Elizabeth emerged from her room, careful to keep her face averted from Anna’s curious eyes and focussed instead on the young boy who would perceive no difference in her appearance. She was successful, thankfully, for the nurse was only too happy to be rid of the more demanding of the children and quickly disappeared into the baby’s room to change his clothes.

Elizabeth sat down at the schoolroom table with Robert, the boy chattering about the things he’d seen on his walk. She was only half listening, her mind still struggling with how to manage getting through the coming evening when it was time for the children to say goodnight.

“Mama’s pretty,” announced Robert, pulling on Elizabeth’s sleeve to gain her attention. “Mama’s pretty!”

It seemed he wanted her to agree and so she did, the words scraping her throat as she said them. It was not that she did not think Lady Sophia pretty; indeed, she felt the woman was quite beautiful. There was something painful in speaking it aloud, however. Elizabeth drew some paper and pencils toward them, intending to start a lesson with the boy but hoping to distract them both from the subject at hand. Robert was not interested in schoolwork, though.

“Papa says so.”

“What does Papa say?” sighed Elizabeth.

With the straightforward manner of a child, Master Robert declared, “You are pretty, too!” Elizabeth’s stomach reeled. She could not believe that Mr. Darcy would have said that in the boy’s presence! “Mama says you are pretty. I think Mama is prettier.”

“I think so, too,” she managed in a strangled voice. Where on earth did the boy hear these opinions? He was rarely alone with either parent for any length of time and Elizabeth was always there in the evening for the short period of their visit. Of course, she had never eavesdropped on their conversations, had generally avoided being close to them at all. As much as it frightened her, it seemed prudent to observe more closely on her next opportunity in a few hours’ time. In the meantime, she renewed her efforts to interest Robert in learning something new before the close of the day.

Darcy studied his wife who sat quietly, apparently deep in thought. Her book lay open in her lap but she wasn’t even looking at it. Her eyes gazed into the distance at something only she could see. His own eyes shifted to the clock on the wall, noting that it was nearly time for the children to appear.... and Elizabeth. His heart beat a little faster in anticipation of her arrival. In spite of his efforts to maintain control, and distance, it was proving more difficult than he imagined. There was something strangely compelling about seeing her enter the room with his son in her arms. His son! The single most important person in his life was his infant son, Edwin Darcy. He clearly recalled the day of the baby’s birth, the hours of suspense and the subsequent joy upon learning he had a strong and healthy son to carry on the Darcy name and fortune to another generation. At the time he cared little if the child had turned out to be a girl; she would have been welcomed as warmly, but since the moment of realisation that an heir had been brought into the world, a boy to be moulded in the same traditions as his ancestors, Darcy’s pride had soared. He inhaled deeply in satisfaction with the memory.

Sophia’s gaze focussed on her husband. In one of his rare unguarded moments, she saw his feelings plainly visible in his expression. Not for the first time did she wonder where his thoughts had taken him, and if she played any role. She considered asking him, but immediately discarded the notion, knowing his entire mien would transform into one of cool propriety; she preferred to admire the warm smile in his handsome face when he was unaware of his lapse.

The chiming of the clock brought both out of their personal reveries, waiting for the door to open. Miss Bennet was always prompt and this evening was no different. As usual, Robert ran toward his mother, slowing down just before he reached her to approach with respect as his governess had taught him. Mother and son indulged in a few minutes of private conversation while Mr. Darcy relieved Miss Bennet of the baby. She stood her ground this time, not retreating to a quiet corner while the tender scene played out. She felt his eyes upon her, curious perhaps, but Elizabeth continued to watch Master Robert, smiling when he produced the picture he had drawn for his mother that afternoon and presented it to her.

Mr. Darcy soon moved over to join his wife and her son, transferring the baby to her arms then taking the older boy to a chair. There he placed Robert on his lap and the two of them whispered together, Robert giggling with delight. The picture was sweet and it was obvious that Lady Sophia appreciated the intimacy that had developed between her late husband’s son and Mr. Darcy for as she watched them a tear rolled down her cheek.

Elizabeth turned away before she, too, was moved to tears.

Part Four

Posted on Sunday, 28 May 2006

The house in Gracechurch Street did not usually receive unexpected visitors of superior rank. The few staff that saw to the household’s needs were therefore understandably flustered when His Lordship, Richard Fitzwilliam, Viscount Rowsley arrived on the front step after dinner one evening. The family had just completed their meal and was gathered in the sitting room, the children seated on the floor at Jane’s feet while she read to them. Mrs. Gardiner was quietly mending one of the girl’s dresses and her husband reading the day’s post when their guest was announced. Everyone quickly scrambled to their feet, even the youngest of the girls executing a fine curtsey as her brothers bowed politely.

“Welcome to our home, your Lordship,” said Mr. Gardiner, who, having not yet made this gentleman’s acquaintance, was nevertheless well informed of the details of his last visit. “I am Edward Gardiner and I believe you have already met my wife and niece. May I get you some refreshment?”

“No, thank you,” Fitzwilliam replied with an easy smile. “I had, in fact, come to speak with you, sir. I suppose the servant misunderstood my request and showed me in here. I am sorry to disturb your family’s quiet evening.”

Mrs. Gardiner quickly spoke up. “You are not disturbing us in the least. It is a pleasure to see you again!”

“I thank you for your warm welcome, Madam.” He continued to smile but his fingers fidgeted with one of his sleeves.

Mr. Gardiner took note of the younger man’s restlessness and suggested that they move to his study, to return to the family later. Fitzwilliam, relieved, agreed and bowed to the ladies before following his host from the room. In the study, Elizabeth’s uncle immediately set down two glasses and picked up the decanter of port. Handing one glass to the Viscount, he motioned him to the more comfortable of the two chairs and sat in the other one.

“As you can imagine, sir, your last visit here inspired much conversation. I regretted having missed you. I’m at a loss, however to know of what service I may be to you.”

Fitzwilliam’s smile grew wider. “I have come, Mr. Gardiner, to make a request of you.”

“A request?” He did not disguise his astonishment.

“You are, I believe, Miss Bennet’s nearest male relation, am I right?”

“I am,” confirmed Mr. Gardiner with a nod. “Her mother is my sister.”

“Then I should like to apply to you, Mr. Gardiner, for permission to pay court to Miss Elizabeth.” He settled back in his chair, excitement lighting his eyes.

His host considered the question. He had no idea what his niece would say but the first thing that came to mind was her current situation as a governess. Did this man know she was in service? “Have you spoken of your intentions with her?”

“Not specifically, although I’ve made no secret of the fact that I admire her.” His expression became slightly troubled. “I am aware that she had to take employment since the death of her father left the family in some difficulties. I do not like to think of such an undeserved fate for Miss Bennet.”

Mr. Gardiner frowned. “It is very noble of you, sir, to make such an offer merely to save Elizabeth from a life of service but I know my niece well enough to warn you that she may not appreciate such an offer.”

“Oh, you have misunderstood me, Mr. Gardiner. I am not offering to rescue her from a miserable existence. Indeed, had I intended that kind of role for myself I would have arrived on a white steed!” He grinned and both men laughed. “No, I speak from my heart. When I first met Miss Bennet two years ago I was not in a position to make any kind of overture but that has changed. I consider myself most fortunate to have been granted a second opportunity with this wonderful lady and can only hope that she might feel similarly.”

“You are a remarkable young man!”

“Not at all. I wish I could have declared myself two years ago but... well, it was not prudent then.” He looked down into his now empty glass. “I realise that she has little time at her disposal so I would like to be sure what time we will have together is spent truly getting to know one another better. Although I am firm in my mind as to my intentions, and that is marriage if I haven’t made myself clear, Miss Bennet may need longer to determine if I would make her a suitable husband.”

Mr. Gardiner refilled their glasses, smiling fondly at his Lizzy’s suitor. “I will say again that you are a remarkable young man. If it is my permission you feel you need then you have it but, with or without it, I think you’ll find that my niece will appreciate you for precisely those qualities I have just witnessed.” He raised his glass. “I wish you success.”

If possible, Fitzwilliam’s smile grew even wider.

Elizabeth’s next day off was not until the following Tuesday. She had already made arrangements to spend the day with Jane and her aunt but, unbeknownst to her, Fitzwilliam had also made plans to visit the Gardiner residence that afternoon. Patience was not her strongest virtue since discovering the identity of the Master of the house and the time that stretched out before Tuesday seemed infinite.

Having frustrated every effort of his governess to occupy him, young Master Robert insisted on going outside instead. Elizabeth was in no humour to continue with persuasive arguments and so, with the resigned conclusion that the life of a governess was not for her, she dressed him for the outdoors and retrieved her bonnet from her room. The boy was eager to be out, racing ahead of her through the hall toward the stairs. Elizabeth began to think a good run in the park would be best; he would tire himself out and hopefully be more cooperative later on. She reminded him to slow down before turning the corner and he responded by stopping and waiting for her, reaching for her hand when she drew closer. They rounded the corner and proceeded down the stairs, Master Robert smiling proudly as he escorted his governess. They had nearly reached the bottom step when voices could be heard at the front entrance. Robert’s mouth fell open in excitement and he immediately let go of her hand, forgetting his manners and running toward the man whose voice he recognised.

“Hello there, lad!” a surprised Fitzwilliam laughed, picking up the boy and holding him aloft. “Have you escaped from the prison upstairs?”

Elizabeth stood motionless at the foot of the staircase, wishing for escape for herself. There could be none, though, and she waited in silence while Fitzwilliam cheerfully teased Master Robert. In a moment he placed the boy on his feet again and advanced toward her, still without looking up.

“Here,” announced Robert, pointing to his governess when they were almost upon her.

“Ah!” smiled Fitzwilliam, his eyes rising at last. The shock in his expression appeared immediately. His eyes were wide and he swallowed visibly before forcing the words to emerge. “Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth could not meet his gaze. She dropped a quick curtsey, dipping her head. “Your Lordship.”

He struggled for understanding, wanting to take her aside to question her presence in his cousin’s house. Robert was tugging on them both, however, urging his uncle to join them on the proposed excursion to the park. Confused, he spoke more impatiently than he intended. “I cannot, Robby. I must speak with Darcy first.” His eyes never left Elizabeth’s face, begging her to say something.

“Come, Master Robert,” she managed to utter. “We must not keep his Lordship from his business.” She cast one last desperate look at Fitzwilliam before hurrying the boy out of sight.

For some moments he stood staring after them, his mind awhirl with possible explanations for finding her in Darcy’s house. Instead of bringing him comfort it only served to make him angry and he quickly sought out his cousin, barging into the study unannounced.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Fitzwilliam snapped at the startled man behind the desk.

Darcy regained his composure, wondering where this conversation would lead. “I beg your pardon?”

Pacing the floor in front of the desk, Fitzwilliam stormed, “Do you know who I just saw in your front hall? Of course you do! Miss Elizabeth Bennet! What is she doing here?”

Darcy could think of nothing to say. He had no hand in Miss Bennet’s addition to his household but he hadn’t foreseen anyone who suspected their past acquaintance would discover her there before she could be safely removed. He sat in silence while his cousin condemned him.

“I cannot believe you would allow this to continue! Darcy, what are you thinking? You must know how this would appear if the story was spread about.”

“Fitzwilliam, please lower your voice,” Darcy finally said. He waited until the other man sat down and appeared to have collected himself. “Miss Bennet had already been here more than a week before I was made aware of it. As you must know, Robert’s affairs are managed by trustees to the estate and not by myself or even Sophia. If you thought I purposely hired Miss Bennet as a governess you are sadly mistaken!”

“That does not explain her continued presence! Surely you see the impropriety of it!” Agitated, Fitzwilliam could barely sit still.

“For heaven’s sake, man! Keep your voice down,” demanded his cousin. “What would you have had me do? Dismiss her and have her relegated to finding a position with that on her account?”

The Viscount sprung from his chair and resumed pacing. “No, but there must be something you could do. She should never have been reduced to such a role in the first place! But think, Darcy! If anyone learns of her being in your home, knowing of your past friendship... what if it gets back to Sophia?”

Indeed! thought Darcy. His worst moments had been spent thinking along these very lines.

“I can believe you innocent but others may not see it that way. You know what will be said!” His eyes narrowed as he voiced the gossip sure to be flying when the story became public. “You’ll be accused of housing your mistress under your own roof, under your wife’s nose. I shudder to think how either lady would be able to show her face again.”

Darcy abandoned his own chair in annoyance. “So, what can be done? The fact of the matter is that Miss Bennet is reliant upon a position in order to support herself. Her father died, leaving his wife and daughters with insufficient means, a cousin who callously refused to give them tenancy when he inherited the family property and bequests too meagre to entice any decent man to make an offer of marriage. You would have me turn her out of this house, to search for another position under a cloud of suspicion, and for no reason other than that we have a prior acquaintance?”

“It was more than an acquaintance as you well know, Darcy!” was Fitzwilliam’s heated reply. “I fully expected you to propose to her before we left Kent and was very surprised when you did not. It was but one of the reasons I did not make my interest known.”

“Your interest?” Darcy was momentarily distracted.

“Yes, my interest! Do you believe you are the only man who finds Miss Bennet to be an attractive and intelligent woman? I had nothing to offer her, however, but you could afford to do as you pleased. I thought your inclination would take precedence over your arrogance but when we left with no announcement from you, it was clear Miss Bennet would have to look elsewhere. I was never so envious of you in my life as I was at that time.” Defeated, he took to the chair once more, glaring at his cousin’s back as Darcy gazed out the window. “You have made my situation intolerably difficult.”

Spinning around, Darcy scowled. “What situation?”

“I came here today to tell you some wonderful news. I had recently met Miss Bennet in town and renewed our acquaintance. She was friendly and seemed very receptive of my attentions. I went so far as to solicit her uncle’s approval to visit and admitted that my purpose is marriage.” He saw the other man start in surprise. “Do not act so shocked. It’s not impulsive of me at all. Had I been in a better position two years ago I might have competed with you at Kent but that is neither here nor there, now.”

Tight lipped, his cousin enquired, “And just how is it that I have made things difficult for you?”

“You can be incredibly stupid sometimes, Darcy.” Fitzwilliam shook his head. “Instead of a delightfully romantic courtship, in a traditional manner, I will now have to present my offer in the shadow of scandal, hoping Elizabeth is not offended and does not reject me outright. She may think I am merely trying to save my cousin from disgrace when the truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with her and would brave Napoleon himself to win her hand!”

“Admirable.” Darcy’s tone was dry. He did not like that Fitzwilliam’s course of action suffered no real setback due to the discovery of Elizabeth’s role in his household.

“It will have the added benefit of sparing Sophia any pain, too.”

A feeling of guilt washed over Darcy. “For that I do thank you.”

Fitzwilliam rose once again. “Well, wish me luck then, cousin. I shall seek out Miss Bennet in the park where she has taken young Robby a few minutes ago.” He left the other man standing silently by the window.

From his vantage point Darcy watched Fitzwilliam’s quick stride cover the distance from his house to the park across the road. There were several children running through the grass, their nannies and governesses nearby. It was easy to pick out Elizabeth amongst them.

Fitzwilliam had no trouble finding her, either.

Darcy was too far away to discern the expression on her face but he could imagine the smile she would offer; one that had never been offered to himself. How well he now recalled those days at Rosings Park. Elizabeth’s sparkling wit and her laughter, encouraging his already captive heart, had led him completely astray in understanding her true feelings. Would he have behaved differently if he’d known how little weight his fortune and position carried in her eyes?

Probably not. I am myself and no other. Regardless of my behaviour it was I and everything I represent that she rejected.

He could bear no longer to watch the couple in the park, moving away from the window and sinking into the chair behind his desk. Pulling open the drawer beside him, he withdrew some folded papers and began to read them.

... the family has no prospects at this point. One daughter has been fortunate enough to attract a proposal of marriage from a respectable curate but the two eldest have apparently elected to go into service as governesses while another remains with their mother in Meryton, owing to the charity of a sister. There was some difficulty obtaining information about the youngest daughter who has not been seen in recent years. There was a hint of scandal involving an officer from the militia that was formerly encamped there but no real facts about that particular episode. However, she was said to have disappeared in London and later rumoured to have supported herself in a manner not uncommon to women of little means living in the city. After some investigation I did discover a rather disturbing story involving an accident with a carriage where the young lady suffered an unfortunate head injury. After that it appears that she was relinquished to the care of an institution outside of London. It is not a very reputable place but then, Mr. Bennet could likely not afford much better. There is no scandal associated with the Miss Bennet currently in your employ. If you desire more detail I am sure it can be obtained.

I trust that this report is to your satisfaction.

R. Clarke

“No, it is not to my satisfaction!” Darcy growled, crushing the papers and throwing them to the floor. Restlessly, he left the desk, pacing the floor as his cousin had done a short time before. No matter how many times he had reread that letter, no solutions came to mind. His hands clenched as if around an invisible foe. He wanted to throttle Wickham, for it must have been he who was responsible for the tragedy that had befallen Elizabeth’s youngest sister. Her cousin, Mr. Collins, was little better, refusing to accommodate the widow and her children until another alternative became available. If only she had accepted my proposal, all of this could have been avoided. Wickham would not have come within miles of my family and I could easily have found a new home for the others after Mr. Bennet’s death.

For some time he continued to agonize over things he could not change, that would not change, until a soft voice called his name. Darcy looked toward the door to see his wife, concern in her face, hesitantly awaiting a response.

“Yes?” he said at last, his voice harsher than he had intended.

Sophia’s expression became more guarded. “We have been holding dinner for a half hour. Are you joining us?” He wondered who else was dining with them that evening and his confusion must have shown for she then said, “Richard said he spoke with you earlier. I invited him to stay. I’m sorry I did not have you informed.” She bit her lower lip, fearing for a moment that Darcy’s recent strange moods would result in a scene over this small oversight on her part.

However, he soon recovered his usual composed manner and assured her that he would follow her in another few minutes. When she was gone, Darcy retrieved the crumpled papers from the floor and thrust them into the drawer again. Taking a moment for a deep breath, he then made his way to the dining room to face, in all likelihood, Fitzwilliam’s joyous announcement.

“Richard, there is something different about you,” Sophia said with a small smile. “Is there a lady to blame for it?”

Fitzwilliam laughed. “It’s impossible to keep anything secret from you, Sophia. Yes, there is definitely a lady responsible for my euphoria.”

She raised her eyebrows in her husband’s direction but Darcy was not interested in her questions. Sophia turned again to Fitzwilliam. “Well, don’t keep us in suspense. Are you planning to marry her?”

“If she will have me.”

“You have not asked her, then?” Darcy sounded more surprised than curious.

“My dear,” suggested his wife, “Richard may not have known her long enough to make an offer yet.”

“Actually, I only recently renewed our acquaintance so, on the one hand, it is premature to propose, but on the other.....” He shrugged, grinning.

Sophia laughed in delight. “You are impatient! How sweet! But are you not sure of her inclination that you question her acceptance?”

Making a face, Fitzwilliam solemnly replied, “I would never presume to expect any woman to accept me without due consideration first. She might very well think marriage to me a trial to avoid.”

“Nonsense! Any woman with sense can see you are an honourable gentleman. If your title and fortune are not enough to convince her it’s a good match you may always fall back on your fine manners and woo her with flattering attentions,” she teased.

“Fitzwilliam prefers to put faith in forming a love match, Sophia.” Darcy’s tone suggested contempt. “He needs no advice about flattering ladies.” His wife looked away, stung by the implied comparison to their own marriage while Fitzwilliam frowned, glaring at his cousin who coolly returned the gaze in silence. The change in mood could not last, however, for the Viscount was too conscious of his own happiness and he was determined to bring a smile to Lady Sophia’s face once more.

“I spoke with Georgiana the other day,” he said.

Sophia hesitantly enquired about his visit with her husband’s sister and he dwelt long on the pleasant conversation they’d had, eventually rewarded with seeing the tension of the couple lessen until even Darcy almost smiled. Once dinner concluded they all removed to the salon where Sophia picked up some needlework she had evidently been working on for some time, since it appeared to be near completion. She noticed his inquisitive look and explained that it was for Georgiana as a gift for her wedding day. This naturally led to a discussion about the plans for that wedding and, while Georgiana had yet to commit to a choice of venue, Darcy was almost adamant that the chapel at Pemberley would serve the purpose. His cousin recognised the set of his mouth and refrained from commenting further. He was about to suggest a game of billiards when the clock struck the hour and Darcy quickly left his seat to take up a position by one of the windows. Fitzwilliam was taken aback and looked toward Sophia, seeing her fold the needlework and put it away.

Noting his confusion, she explained, “The children will be down in a moment so that we may say goodnight.”

“Oh,” he nodded, no longer mystified by Darcy’s strange behaviour. Obviously he was uncomfortable with Miss Bennet’s imminent arrival and had no way of knowing what he, himself, had been told earlier in the day; that she would ask Miss Cahill to attend the children that evening to spare them all the embarrassment of being in one room under the circumstances.

Miss Cahill did arrive, to the surprise of Sophia and her husband, although her children soon distracted Sophia from enquiring further than obtaining the nurse’s report of Miss Bennet suffering from a headache. Darcy realised that his cousin had prior knowledge of this arrangement, a thought which he found disturbing for it implied a level of attachment on the part of the lady which he preferred not to believe.

After kissing his mother on the cheek, young Robert excitedly turned to his uncle for some attention. Fitzwilliam gently directed him toward Darcy. “Say goodnight to Papa first. Then I will tell you a short story.” Robert willingly did as he was told and Fitzwilliam was relieved to see his stiff cousin soften with the boy’s approach. As difficult as Darcy could be with many others, he had always found interaction with children easier. So it had been with Georgiana when she was young and again when he had assumed guardianship of her after the death of their father. There was no doubt in Fitzwilliam’s mind that the demands of parenting suited Darcy well and no child under his authority would ever feel the neglect of a father.

Robert soon enough forgot the offer of his uncle when presented with the opportunity to spend more time with Darcy. Watching them together was entertaining for at no other time was it possible to see the dignified Master completely at ease and oblivious of anyone else around him. Fitzwilliam stole a glance at Sophia who was also watching her husband and elder son as her baby waved his little arms attempting to catch the lace on her gown. Her expression was wistful, as if wanting to hold onto the moment forever. When Darcy brought the boy over to join the rest of his family her smile lit up her eyes and she happily handed their young son into his arms.

Fitzwilliam found himself also wishing this moment could be captured forever, for his cousin’s sake. The man had assumed great responsibilities at a young age, missing out on some of the years meant for more carefree experiences. If he could only see how happy he was, his contentment with a beautiful wife and sons who completed the picture, it would make the bleaker days of his weighty obligations less suffocating. Sadly, Darcy is unaware of his felicity and current events has driven this awareness further from his sight, mused his cousin. A happier thought occurred to him almost immediately; if he could secure Elizabeth’s future with his own, then Darcy’s plight would be resolved.

He would have to wait until Tuesday to find out, though. That was when he planned to formally propose to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

She didn’t know how long she sat before the mirror, staring at her own reflection and wondering what he saw when he looked at her. Did he see at all? She was not a young woman, though one could hardly consider her old, either. Besides, it was not her beauty that led him to propose. That fact had never caused her pain until now. Neither had she wanted to examine her own feelings, even knowing they had changed in the year since they had exchanged vows. She had been in love before and expected never to have those feelings again. They had died with her first husband. Still, a young woman was expected to marry again and so she did not entertain the thought of refusing the handsome Fitzwilliam Darcy when he presented his offer. He was everything she had hoped to find, if one could say she hoped to marry again. They entered into their union with no illusions; she was a dutiful wife and he had an estate for which to provide an heir.

There had been no romance, no tender expressions whispered in secrecy lest others should hear. None of that mattered for they each had obligations to fulfill. Despite the relatively cold nature of their beginning, the marriage was favourable and Sophia could find no fault with her new husband’s conduct. He had a gentleness when dealing with others that she had not expected to find. During the long months of her confinement and just prior to the birth of their son he had been attentive without being smothering. She could not bear to be smothered. His concern was there for all to see; at least all of those in the house. His public face was always under strict control.

Setting down her brush, Sophia sighed heavily. She reflected that since his return from Pemberley Darcy had been distant, so much so that she had resorted to quietly observing him whenever possible. What she had discovered was disturbing but not enlightening.

His business with Pemberley was never discussed between them. Several times during the year Darcy would leave for one week or two, tending to matters his steward deemed in need of the Master’s personal attention. The previous year they had spent a month at Pemberley following their wedding. The house was large and the country vast. Darcy was comfortable but his wife less so. It may have been the early stages of her pregnancy causing her distress but Sophia had not been one to relish living away from the city. Darcy did not protest, merely made the arrangements for relocating to London where they remained. With the birth of their son, she knew the return to Pemberley was inevitable but her husband did not mention it until after his latest trip north. Usually he came back refreshed for she was well aware of his preference for the country over town life and, as expected, this time he had returned with all the appearance of robust health and satisfaction in his work accomplished.

Appearances were not always truthful.

Without knowing if some greater concern preoccupied his mind during the day, Sophia could only speculate upon what was disturbing her husband’s peace. Even had she dared to question him, Darcy’s unpredictable temper of late gave her pause. He had become a man she no longer recognised. Richard’s news should have cheered him. Instead, he seemed disapproving. She reflected on the way he had transformed when the children had appeared, however, and was struck by an idea.

If we return to Pemberley, just the four of us, maybe then he’ll shake this demon that seems to be troubling him.

She resolved to speak to him in the morning.

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