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Posted on Tuesday, 13 November 2007
The room was small, but warm and inviting. If he thought about it, Darcy would have come to the conclusion it was about a third the size of his library at Pemberley, and with just as many books. The primary piece of furniture was a large oversized oak desk, of which Darcy was currently seated on one side. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, the only sign of his waning patience.
"He is a good man." The dean said as he let out a sad sigh. "Though in many ways he is just a boy." He gently cleared his throat and continued as he gauged the reaction of the young man in front of him. So far, nothing he had said seemed to invoke any type of emotion. "I knew his father. The late Mr. Bingley was an honest, goodhearted man, but his devotion to his children was, shall we say, lacking."
Darcy nodded slowly, indicating he had heard the man's words, but his face remained like a stone. He shifted once again, sinking further into the corner of the winged chair. When he had received the invitation from the college head, he was uncertain what to expect. He assumed it had to do with an upcoming competition or something of that nature; discussing another student's trials and tribulations was the last thing he expected -- especially one so wholly unconnected to him.
With an air of indifference, he responded, "There are plenty of young men with similar backgrounds that behave within the bounds of decorum." Darcy's face turned dark with cold fury for a moment as he muttered, "And some that do not."
The elder man nodded with a hint of acquiescence, knowing precisely to whom Darcy was referring. "Yes, yes, I know... But I believe we can help this one. He only needs a little guidance; his nature will do the rest."
"What exactly are you requesting of me?" Darcy asked, less than amused with the direction the conversation had headed, especially the use of the word 'we.' He felt his stomach knotting, certain of the man's response, but still his face showed nothing.
"I would like you take him under your wing, so to speak. He has not many friends..." Darcy pursed his lips tightly in effort to keep an acerbic comment to himself. "... perhaps I should say he has not had many good examples." Somewhat pleadingly, the elder man added, "I do not think it will take much. Keep him diverted with more appropriate activities; and for goodness sake, teach him how to dress!" Darcy returned a wry smirk as the dean continued. "I know you are a private man, and this task is rather an imposition, but Bingley has a good heart. With the right influence, he could be a very upstanding young man. You may even become friends."
Darcy shifted to settle in the other corner of the winged back chair watching the man in front of him. In his opinion, the man was far too relaxed to be requesting such a favor. He looked absently out the window for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wondered why this was falling to his lot and was highly doubtful the endeavor would bear fruit. Had not his father made the same comment about Wickham, and where did that get the man? "And if I refuse?"
The dean drew himself up in the chair and looked sternly at Darcy, trying to impart the seriousness of his statement. "He will likely be sent down within the year with the recommendation of attending someplace like Kings College." In a slightly sarcastic voice he added, "That is, if he manages not to lose his shirt, or do something worse before then."
Darcy ran his fingers through his hair. Kings College was an acceptable place for those of a lower class, but not one trying to establish himself amongst the ton. If he were expelled, it could spell disaster for the family. The lack of a Cambridge or Oxford education would severely dampen his ability to marry well. He would have to wait until his son went through Cambridge, and that was if his son was admitted. The black mark of an expulsion rarely only affected a single generation without substantial donations from the family and letters written on the person's behalf. "What has my father to say on the matter?" It was a cowardly route, but the only one Darcy had left.
With a flick of the wrist, the dean tossed him a letter. Darcy immediately recognized the handwriting as his father's. It was sharp, neat and precise, much like his - not a single blot. Even before he read the contents of the letter he knew what his father would say. He skimmed the letter anyway and let out a quiet, resigned sigh. "Very well, sir. You may introduce us."
"Hertfordshire?" Darcy asked his friend. He took a sip of wine and stared into the fire in his study. His eyes took on a distant look as the memories that were conjured by that name filled his head.
Bingley beamed; his excitement was written on his every feature. He held his head high and a broad smile graced his face. He was one step closer to fulfilling his father's dream for him and his sisters and the swell of pride almost consumed him. He could hardly keep his seat as he relayed details of the estate to his friend. "Yes. Hertfordshire. The estate is called Netherfield; it is near the town of Meryton. It is reputed to be the largest estate in the area."
Bingley watched in earnest as his friend fell into a private reverie. He could tell Darcy had left the room from the vacant look in his eyes. He hated when Darcy did that, and over the past three months, he had gotten worse. He interrupted his friend's thoughts in a rather impatient tone. "Will you visit the place with me?" When Darcy did not immediately respond, Bingley's self-control crumbled, and he shot out of his seat. He walked across the room to lean against the mantle of the fireplace. "I took your advice and leased the estate for a year. As an experienced land owner, I would like your opinion on its potential."
Not that Bingley would admit it, even to himself, but he looked up to Darcy - almost as a hero - and he desperately wished for his approval. He was certain that if Darcy approved of the place, he would do his father proud in purchasing the estate the following year.
Bingley inwardly groaned as his friend loosely closed his eyes, acknowledging the question. Darcy was slipping into his private world again. He could not understand what Darcy did when he was so seemingly lost; nor could he point to any specific actions, words or patterns that seemed to trigger the bouts of self-reflection. The topic at hand seemed innocuous, but it had triggered something in Darcy. He thought to pry, but lately any attempt was met with staunch resistance. Whatever it was, Bingley hoped Darcy would snap out of it, and soon.
Finally, in a rather resigned tone, Darcy said, "Yes, Bingley. I will accompany you, though I am uncertain on the length of my stay. Georgiana will have to travel with us as well."
Bingley flashed a brilliant smile, choosing to ignore Darcy's tone. He strode over to shake his friend's hand. "Of course she is welcome! Thank you Darcy! Thank you!"
A fortnight later, two carriages ambled their way from London to Hertfordshire. One carried Mr. Charles Bingley, his younger sister Miss Caroline Bingley, and his older sister Louisa and her husband, Hurst. The second carriage, trailing a good twenty minutes behind the first, carried Mr. Darcy, his much younger sister Miss Georgiana Darcy, and Miss Darcy's companion, a matronly older woman named Mrs. Annesley.
For those not named Charles Bingley, the day they arrived at Netherfield was a typical autumn England day. They sky was cloudy grey, and a damp cool wind whipped fallen leaves around the carriages. The trees were partially barren and the gardens were starting to lose their blooms. In Bingley's world, however, the sky was blue, the sun shone, the birds sang, and the gardens were filled with bright reds, yellows, greens and purples. Such was his mood.
"Charles, I still do not understand why you could not have chosen an estate near Derbyshire." Caroline complained.
"I will not discuss this any further with you, Caroline. It is done." Charles said. He would not let anything ruin his good mood today, not even his sister.
"I know, I know. If you wanted an estate close to London though, you should have found one in Kent." Caroline said. "At least there are respectable people with estates in Kent."
Charles ignored his sister. He knew by ‘respectable people,' Caroline meant Lady Catherine de Bourg, Darcy's aunt. He was unwilling to have that argument again; not today at least. "There it is!" Charles exclaimed as they neared Netherfield's drive. He looked to his companions and was a bit disappointed at their indifference. He dismissed them with a grin, and looked on the tan stone building with a sense of pride. Home. The word took on a new meaning.
Since the death of his parents, he no longer considered his London townhouse home. It had been taken over by Caroline. She had redecorated the entire place to the point where he only recognized the rooms based on their location. The décor was ostentatious and clearly designed to show its owner's wealth - a perfect reflection of his sister. As a result, for Bingley, the townhouse was not so much a home anymore, than a place where he slept and ate when he had nothing better to do.
Netherfield would be different though. He would not allow Caroline to do the same here. This was to be his home and he would take an active role in every aspect, including the décor of this place - much like Darcy had done with his. Better yet, he would find a pretty lass to decorate it for him.
Netherfield. His country estate. He liked the sound of that. It was a new home for a new beginning. He let out an inaudible, wistful sigh as he contemplated the many changes Netherfield would bring him. No longer would he carry the stigma of a tradesman's son. No longer would he accept invitations to people's homes with nothing to offer in return but companionship. No longer would discussions of estate affairs be merely intellectual exercises. Now he would be able to bring first hand knowledge to those discussions. Now he now had a place where he could host his own guests, and go shooting or fishing when he pleased. He had entered the hallowed ranks of the landed gentry, and he could not have been prouder.
On top of it all, the purchase of this estate would add yet another layer of kinsmanship to the friendship he shared with Darcy.
The carriage pulled to a stop in front of the house. Despite the cool temperature, standing outside waiting was Mrs. Willows, the housekeeper, and Mr. Willows, her husband and butler. Next to them, a line of servants stood at attention. Bingley stepped down, and then assisted Caroline out of the carriage. Hurst and his wife exited last.
"Welcome, Mr. Bingley." Mrs. Willows said, with a low curtsey.
"Thank you, Mrs. Willows." Bingley replied with a bow. He introduced his sisters and Hurst.
"I would like to retire to my room immediately." Caroline said dismissively, barely acknowledging the Willows. "See that my trunks are brought to my rooms, and be careful with them."
Bingley smiled apologetically to Mrs. Willows, and hoped he would not be soon looking for a new housekeeper. He watched Caroline walk towards the entrance of the house, and knew he should escort her indoors, but he did not want to hear her first impressions of the house. It was not Pemberley, and therefore he was certain nothing would be good enough. "Very well, Caroline. I wish to look about the grounds. I will be in shortly." As he watched her enter the house with Louisa in her wake, he smirked to himself. Apparently, she had forgotten the Darcy carriage was but twenty minutes behind them.
After meeting all of the servants and dismissing them to their duties, he ambled languidly about the front garden until the Darcy carriage arrived. "Welcome Darcy!" Bingley greeted with exuberance. As Darcy handed down his sister and Mrs. Annesley, Bingley reveled in the ability of being able to finally welcome Darcy to his estate. The tables had been turned far too often. "Welcome, Miss Darcy, Mrs. Annesley." Bingley said jubilantly. "Mrs. Willows will show you to your rooms." As the group walked towards the house, Bingley could not help but ask, "What do you think of the place?"
"I have seen only the drive and front of the house Bingley. I can hardly form an opinion." Darcy replied. He clapped his friend's shoulder though, indicating he was jesting.
Bingley returned a sheepish smile. He knew he should be tired after the journey, as were his guests, but he was far too excited. He was anxious to show Darcy not only the house, but the grounds as well. "Perhaps we can ride out later?" he offered hopefully. After all, he reasoned, the sooner he received Darcy's approval of the lot, the sooner he could relax and enjoy his new home.
"We shall see. I would like to see my sister and her companion settled, and then freshen up myself."
Bingley nodded, dejected. "Forgive me, Darcy."
"All in good time, Bingley. We will take a look at the immediate grounds this afternoon, and ride out tomorrow or the next day. Is that acceptable?"
Bingley's spirits were once again in the clouds. "Excellent!"
Bingley followed his friends inside, but within minutes trailed them. He examined every nook and cranny of the house as he made his way towards the main staircase. Darcy was well known for his ability to manage his estate, and Bingley was determined emulate him. He recalled Darcy had mentioned one of the keys to being a good master was to know every aspect of the house. If that was the key, Bingley would not waste anytime learning about Netherfield. So, for the remainder of the day, while his guests rested and settled into their accommodations, Bingley examined Netherfield with the eye of a proprietor.
By the time the Netherfield party arrived in Hertfordshire, the town was already rife with gossip about the newcomers; though the accuracy of the news varied. Some reported a party of twelve, mostly consisting of women; others mentioned a party of eight, with four men and four women. No matter the actual numbers of the party, there was one fact that did not waver -- the new master of Netherfield was single, with an income of five-thousand a year.
The import of this news was not lost on anyone in Meryton. It was, therefore, fortunate the town of Meryton did not need a reason for an assembly; one was simply held whenever one of the houses of the neighborhood felt the urge to host one. The letting of Netherfield was as good a reason as any - especially when an eligible young man was the new owner.
The event itself had been planned the moment Mrs. Willows reported the day the party would arrive. As one of the most prominent men in the area, Sir William Lucas felt it his duty to host to the event. It was of course not lost on his wife, Lady Lucas, that the prominent role of host would also elevate the chances their eldest daughter - who was seven and twenty with no prospects - would be noticed by the new gentleman.
This fact brought only a little vexation to Mrs. Bennet, another prominent matron of the neighborhood. She was quite convinced that the reputation and beauty of her own daughters was enough to overcome any advantage the role of host would provide the Lucas girl. This, of course, did not stop her from purchasing a new array of lace and ribbons and insisting all her daughters have new gowns.
They had been in Meryton but a single day when Bingley and his party entered the Assembly room for the much anticipated gathering. Darcy was to his left and his sister Caroline to his right. Behind them trailed Bingley's sister Louisa Hurst, and her husband. Upon opening the doors, the din of the room almost propelled the party backwards. However, upon noticing the newcomers, the room quieted until it was as silent as a church.
The reaction of those gathered would have taken Bingley aback had he not already been aware that his five-thousand a year made him the most eligible man that had been in Meryton in many years. Briefly, he wondered how long it would take before Darcy and his ten-thousand a year usurped his lofty position.
He looked about the room, taking in his surroundings. The wooden floor was worn and did little to muffle the sound of people walking and dancing. On the opposite side of the room was a small musicians' box that looked barely sturdy enough to hold its occupants. The room was lit by a large chandelier, hanging from the ceiling, with several small candelabras along the edge of the room. It was rustic, but had a homey feel to it. In short, it was apparent they were not in London.
As Bingley led his party through the middle of the room, he felt all eyes upon him and heard the whispered tones in reference to his income. It was a new experience for him. Usually when he entered a room, especially with Darcy, he was hardly noticed. The whispers were always about Darcy, and so were the stares. He relished the newfound attention with only his modesty causing him to shrink slightly. He could not, for the life of him, figure out why Darcy hated it so. He felt it a bit of an honor to be able to command this sort of response from a room.
At the sound of a small gasp, Bingley looked to his right and saw a pretty-ish brunette with her hand clapped against her mouth. It took only another moment for Bingley to notice the ethereal blond standing next to her. He swallowed, immediately being drawn to the angelic creature.
He felt a tug on his left arm and continued walking, coming to a standstill just below the musicians' box, next to their host. A few moments later, the music started playing again and before long the room was engulfed in the din of ad-hoc dancing, chatter, and music.
After paying his respects to their host, Bingley immediately began scanning the room again in search of the apparition he saw earlier, but to no avail. A clearing of a throat and a gentle nudge recalled him to his party and he noticed Sir William Lucas was performing introductions.
"Mr. Bingley, Mrs. Bennet and her daughters, Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary, Miss Katherine, and Miss Lydia."
There, before his very eyes, was the angel for whom he had been scouring the room. His face suddenly felt flush and he gave his most regal bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you." he heard himself say. He could only hope his grin was not as ridiculous as it felt; if it was, there was nothing to do for it. In the recesses of his brain, he comprehended Mrs. Bennet tittering on about something, but what he could not say; he was entranced by a pair of blue eyes and hair of spun gold.
He realized he had not responded and had yet to introduce his guests. He introduced Caroline and the Hursts, but before Bingley could introduce his friend, Darcy uncharacteristically stepped forward and said with a bow, "Miss Elizabeth."
The pretty-ish brunette replied with a semi-bashful smile, her eyes locked firmly on the knot of Darcy's cravat, "Mr. Darcy."
Bingley curiosity was piqued. Darcy had not mentioned knowing anyone in Hertfordshire, and yet apparently he did. He watched the conversation progress between Darcy, Sir William, and Miss Elizabeth, all while keeping one eye on the blonde angel beside her.
Sir William looked from Elizabeth to Darcy. "You two know each other?"
Elizabeth raised her chin at the impertinent question. "Yes. Our families were introduced a number of years ago." She offered by way of explanation.
Bingley's surprise was complete. Not just an acquaintance, but an old friend of the Darcy family! He looked to the other members of the family, who strangely looked as surprised as he.
"We have not been in communication for quite some time." Elizabeth continued. If Bingley had heard her right, which he could not at all vouch for, being as distracted as he was, he would say there was a caustic edge to her voice; not at all what he was used to by those addressing Darcy.
"Capital!" Sir William replied, oblivious to the faces or feelings of the others.
Another silence descended on the group, and Bingley realized he should say something. While he was tempted to blurt out a proposal of marriage, he kept his desires reigned in. "Miss Bennet, would you do me the extreme honor of the next dance?" He felt his heart flutter as he locked eyes with Jane for the first time. His stomach flip-flopped as he saw a gentle blush suffuse Jane's cheeks and bosom. He waited patiently and finally received an affirmative answer with a shy smile and nod of the head.
The music paused and a short bit was played, indicating the first of the official dance sets was to commence. Bingley and Darcy claimed their partners. Bingley's fascination at seeing Darcy dance the first set with a stranger was brushed aside by his distraction with Jane.
He sighed inwardly as he bowed to begin the dance. He had touched her. She was real flesh and blood; not a figment of his imagination; not an ethereal being as he originally believed. As they came together for the first steps of the dance, Bingley locked eyes with Jane once again. At that moment, he was certain he would be content to spend the rest of his days just staring at her. His attention was drawn when he heard Jane speaking.
"How do you find Netherfield, Mr. Bingley?"
Bingley grinned stupidly, even her voice was angelic. She was heaven on earth. Realizing he must say something, he rambled, "I like it very much; though I have never owned an estate before and find it a great deal of work." He cursed himself on how inept he sounded.
"Netherfield has not been occupied in many years. The owners were loath to give it up, but found it necessary to move closer to their family in Lancashire."
"I am only leasing the property, for now that is. It was my friend Darcy's advice since this is my first foray into property management." He groaned inwardly. What a wonderful way to recommend yourself, Bingley!
"And Mr. Darcy is here to help you?" At Bingley's indication of the affirmative she added, "He must be a very good friend."
"He is. One of the best men I know."
They separated for a moment in the dance and none too soon. Bingley was desperate for a new topic, and more importantly one about Jane. When they came together again, Bingley said, "Your sister mentioned you knew Darcy." It was not exactly what he wanted, but at least they were no longer talking about him.
Jane smiled shyly and Bingley was sorely tempted to kiss her bashfulness anyway. "Lizzy and my father know the Darcys better than I. They used to visit Pemberley every year."
Bingley's eyes widened at this new bit of information and briefly pondered why Darcy had not mentioned the Bennets. Those thoughts were lost though when he caught Jane's sparkling blue eyes. They were like diamonds shimmering on the sea. If the conversation continued, he was unaware. He was utterly enchanted.
Too soon, the dance set came to a close and he escorted Jane off the floor. He hesitantly left her side, but knew he must to claim his partner for the next dance. Despite his inclinations, it would be imprudent to declare himself so openly, especially being new to the area.
As Bingley left her to claim his next partner, Jane found a seat by herself along the outer wall. Her heart was still pounding in ears. She needed a moment to recompose her thoughts and assure herself that she was not dreaming. Mr. Bingley, she mouthed. He was handsome, kind, modest, and quite amiable. Based on the praise he gave his friend, also generous. He had a certain boyish charm to him that Jane admired. In short, he was just what a man should be.
Somewhere from amongst the crowd she heard her mother in raptures over his fine clothing and his five-thousand a year, but of that she could care less. All she could think about was the strawberry blond man with an endearing smile that had held her hand. He could be a penniless pauper; she did not care. What she would not give to be his wife. She chided herself, realizing how quickly her thoughts had moved to marriage. She was sounding like her mother!
Feeling a little less discombobulated, Jane watched as he danced with Charlotte Lucas. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself and showed none of the superior pretenses Elizabeth had warned Jane that men of London carry with them.
A tall, dark figure near the edge of the room caught her eye, and she recognized the man as Mr. Darcy. She watched as he stood stiffly near the wall, watching the throng. With a small chuckle, she noted Darcy had enough superior pretenses for both him and Bingley. She looked back to Bingley and wondered how it was he and Darcy had become friends. They seemed complete opposites. Darcy appeared to be suffering the Assembly, while Bingley had in a matter of minutes become one of the neighbors. In the end it did not matter. Darcy must be a good man, Bingley himself had said so.
She looked back over at Darcy and briefly wondered if he had changed; he did not seem to fit the description Elizabeth had portrayed all those years ago. When she imagined Darcy, she imagined someone more like Mr. Bingley -- friendly and amiable with a good sense of humor. She could not imagine Elizabeth being close friends with one so standoffish.
Before Bingley knew it, the assembly came to an end and everyone was waiting for their carriages. Thanks to Caroline, their carriage was one of the first to arrive.
Bingley was still in high spirits when he stepped into the carriage, much to the chagrin of the others in his party. "What a perfectly lovely evening!" Bingley exclaimed as the carriage rolled towards Netherfield.
He was met with complete silence. It was too dark in the carriage to tell whether his companions were merely tired or put out; though judging from their earlier demeanor, Bingley assumed the latter. Taking the hint, he settled back into his seat and let himself conjure an image of Jane; an angel if he had ever seen one -- golden hair, sweet smile, eyes as blue as the ocean. A pair of wings and halo to go with her pale blue gown and even heaven could not deny her. His father was right - all he needed was a country estate and a wife and his life would be complete. Once he obtained Darcy's approval of Netherfield and completed his courtship with Jane, er Miss Bennet, he could die a happy man.
He let out an audible disappointed sigh at the silence of the carriage. He wanted someone to share his mirth, but it was to be for naught. He would have to wait. At least he could count on Snyder, his valet, to share in his good mood.
At Longbourn, Jane was not faring much better than Bingley. Despite her best efforts, she could not get the image of Bingley out of her head; his light laughter, his boyish smile, his strawberry blond hair.
After pulling her bed gown over her head, Jane looked over at Elizabeth, who was still brushing out her hair, and frowned. Her sister was in a particularly somber mood, though she was trying rather valiantly to hide it. "Are you all right Lizzy?" Jane asked with genuine concern. Elizabeth shook her head lightly, and Jane realized she had been deep in thought, never a good sign this late at night.
Ignoring Jane's question, Elizabeth said in a teasing voice, "Tell me about your Mr. Bingley."
Jane blushed. "He is not my Mr. Bingley." She could not keep herself letting out a dreamy sigh. "He is a wonderful gentleman. He is kind, polite..."
Elizabeth laughed. "He will be your Mr. Bingley, if Mama has anything to do with it."
Jane felt her face grow warm as they both broke into laughter. If only Elizabeth was right. If only he was my Mr. Bingley, Jane thought. She shook her head slightly to push out such errant thoughts and decided a change of topic was in order. Speaking cautiously she said, "How was it seeing Mr. Darcy after these many years?"
Elizabeth immediately scowled. "I must own it was awkward; but now we can meet as indifferent acquaintances." Jane continued to eye Elizabeth. She knew when her sister was not being truthful. Elizabeth had barely said a word since they left the assembly, which meant there was more than what she was saying.
Jane's heart went out to her sister and she felt a pang of guilt. While she was having the night of her life, her sister was being haunted by the past. She put her arm across Elizabeth's shoulder. "I am sorry."
She watched her sister stick out her chin resolutely. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Jane. The situation has not changed; I see no reason why anything else should."
Jane expelled a sigh. She knew precisely what Elizabeth meant by 'the situation,' but she could not dismiss the idea that Elizabeth was being too judgmental. She could not believe that after fifteen years, the Darcys would suddenly quit writing to her and their father without good reason. "Did he not explain his absence?"
"No, he did not." Elizabeth said a bit tersely. "Nor do I expect an explanation." Elizabeth turned to finish plaiting her hair. "He does not answer to me, nor would I want him to. He has grown haughty and far too serious these past years; I almost did not recognize him." she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but Jane knew better. She could detect the slight wistful sorrow in her sister's voice. She remembered the disappointment Elizabeth had felt when letters from the Darcys suddenly stopped coming, and the way Elizabeth would scour the newspaper for news of him. It had been five, maybe six years ago? Her heart ached for her sister, knowing she was reliving it all.
"Perhaps he was just nervous or surprised." Jane said, trying to console Elizabeth. "Perhaps he still means to explain things. Just give it time Lizzy." She saw Elizabeth roll her eyes but said nothing more.
Posted on Sunday, 18 November 2007
The morning after the assembly, Caroline rose earlier than her wont, so she was already at the breakfast table when Charles arrived. She had been at sixes and sevens since the night before. Her Mr. Darcy danced the first set with that country nobody who had the audacity to claim an acquaintance with his family! "Really, Charles." Caroline intoned as soon as Bingley sat down. "Whatever induced you to take this lot? I do not think I met a single civilized person last night."
"I found the company delightful." Bingley sang. He was in a cheerful mood, still reveling in the effects of having dreamt of Jane.
"Of course you would!" Caroline spat back. After a sip of her coffee, she gave voice to the source of her consternation. "Why did you not tell me Mr. Darcy had acquaintances here?"
Bingley thought for a moment. "I was not aware of any."
"Those Bennets!" She retorted accusingly.
Bingley furrowed his brow for a moment, trying to recall to whom Caroline could possibly be referring. "Oh yes!" Bingley interjected happily. "The family of the blue-eyed angel." he added dreamily.
Just then, Darcy entered. Noting the expression on his friend's face, he rolled his eyes. "Pace yourself, Bingley, lest you fall in and out of love with every maiden in Hertfordshire within a fortnight."
Bingley waved off his friend's comment only to have Caroline start speaking again. "Do tell us about the Bennets, Mr. Darcy. Did you enjoy your dance with..." She pretended to search for the name of his partner. "Oh yes. It was Miss Eliza, was it not? I have heard her described as the jewel of Hertfordshire, if not all of England." She hid a snicker behind her hand, finding humor in her witticism.
"Miss Elizabeth has been an acquaintance of mine most of my life. She was my father's goddaughter." Darcy replied casually.
Everyone's shock was evident; Caroline let out a small squeak. She had never expected the Darcy family to associate with such a lowly bred family.
"By Jove, Darcy! I had no idea!" Bingley exclaimed, his exuberance stemmed only partially from surprise. The majority of it came from what that news meant to him. He could not have heard greater news if the king was granting him an earldom. He knew his friend would warn him against falling for a country lass, but now that she was connected to his family, the only issue could be her lack of fortune. He had no care about that.
"No, you would not have. I generally do not bandy about my family business." He said in an irritated tone.
Caroline finally found her voice. Haughtily she said, "Certainly they do not expect you to continue your acquaintance now that there is no longer a connection."
Bingley flushed with embarrassment at his sister's ill-bred remark and saw Darcy throw her a dark glare. "There are no expectations on either side, though I certainly hope to be welcomed in their home. As I said, I have known the Bennets most of my life."
Her voice becoming even more high-pitched than usual, Caroline screeched, "Why have we heard nothing of this until now? It certainly could not have been a very strong connection!"
Bingley, who had dropped his eyes to plate at the first sound of Caroline's raised voice, peeked up at Darcy and saw him take a calming breath.
In a dangerous tone, Darcy said, "I fail to see how my family connections are your concern, Miss Bingley." He threw Bingley a warning glare, causing him to shrink in his chair.
Bingley knew in that instant Darcy's patience was at end. He looked to Louisa and Hurst, who had only just joined them, and found them studiously examining the food on their plates. They would be no help in controlling Caroline's tongue.
The tension in the room was palpable and Bingley knew in that instant Darcy's patience was at end. He looked to Louisa and Hurst, who had only just joined them, and found them studiously examining the food on their plates. Bingley squirmed in his chair. He hated confrontations, most of all with Darcy. Caroline was in dangerous territory, but Bingley was unsure how to prevent her from digging a deeper hole. He did the only thing he knew to do. He held his breath and prayed his sister would take the not so subtle hint and keep her mouth shut.
The room was deathly silent for several minutes before Bingley stole another peek at Caroline. While he was grateful she had the wisdom not to say another word, her upturned nose told him the truth of her feelings. The look on her face told him Caroline believed her aspirations as Mistress of Pemberley entitled her to an intimate knowledge of all things concerning Darcy. She also clearly viewed Miss Elizabeth as a threat.
Unfortunately, Bingley was all too familiar with Caroline's ways of dealing with competition, and that could lead to some very uncomfortable situations, especially if he wanted to court Miss Bennet.
Lost in his own ruminations of the misery Caroline was about to unleash, he started when he heard Darcy addressing him. "I must confess, Bingley, my acquaintance with the Bennets is part of what induced me to travel with you." Darcy said in a more amiable voice.
Bingley smiled at seeing his friend in a better mood. He clapped him on the shoulder, expelling some of the nervous energy the confrontation had produced. "Glad to be of service!" Leaning over the table, he added in a whispered tone, "And perhaps you might return the favor by allowing me to join you when you visit the family before we receive a formal invite?"
"Of course, Bingley." Darcy replied dryly.
Later that afternoon, the two gentlemen mounted their horses to examine the Netherfield estate as they had planned on the first day of their arrival. "Keep in mind Darcy, this is not Pemberley." Bingley said as they rode out. He was anxious for Darcy's opinion of the estate, but feared it just the same. He knew it could never compare to Pemberley, the question was, would it be good enough for one just starting out. With no experience in property management, Bingley had to rely solely on Darcy's opinion.
"No need to concern yourself. I am capable of evaluating a piece of property without comparing it to Pemberley." Darcy replied.
They set out and first surveyed the extended grounds that were maintained by the Netherfield staff directly. There were wild areas that showed some signs of neglect and overgrowth. Darcy pointed out each of the places he saw that needed attention. "You will need to speak with the head gardener, or hire one if you must. I noticed the front gardens and house ivy also need some attention. If the overgrowth is not managed, it can cause fires during dry thunderstorms." Bingley mentally took note of this and then directed Darcy towards the closest of the tenant houses.
When they arrived at the first house, Bingley knocked on the door and introduced himself to the tenant as the new lease owner. The two gentlemen were granted entrance and Bingley stood aside while Darcy inspected the house and spoke with the tenant. When he was finished, they took their leave and headed to the next house.
As they made their way from house to house, Bingley watched and listened in rapt attention as Darcy performed the inspection. Despite his age, Bingley felt like a schoolboy again, and Darcy was the master. He noted the areas of the house Darcy inspected, and the topics and manner in which he spoke with the tenants. Darcy was firm and spoke with authority, but was never dismissive or condescending. He also showed genuine interest in the tenants' well being.
At each house, Bingley made notes for items that required his attention so he could pass them on to his steward. One house needed a chimney cleaned, another needed trenches dug to prevent spring flooding, another needed the roof patched. Darcy also recommended sending a servant to a tenant they had heard was laid up and needed some assistance with the children.
Bingley looked over the list once again as he added one last item to it. If this was the way Darcy looked after all his tenants, it was no wonder the tenants of Pemberley were reputedly content. He could only hope the tenants of Netherfield would be so; though, with Darcy to teach him, Bingley was certain of his success.
As they were leaving the fifth house, Bingley asked, "Are we to ride to every tenant's house today?" He was feeling tired and not a little overwhelmed. Darcy had mentioned becoming a land owner was difficult, but until today, Bingley had no idea what he had meant.
"Certainly not today, there are too many. Nor is it my intention to accompany you on every visit. Just enough until you know what to look for."
Bingley was glad. He did not think he could handle too many more visits today. He was also concerned that if Darcy found problems in all the tenant houses, he would recommend against purchasing the estate. While he valued Darcy's opinion, his friend had a propensity for being judgmental.
The pair visited a few more tenants, then headed back to the main house. For most of the ride back, they were silent. Darcy was seemingly lost in thought, while Bingley was mentally going over everything Darcy had taught him. The ride out had shown him just how little he understood of property management. His respect for Darcy grew as he realized he was experiencing anxiety about managing Netherfield, which was a third the size of Pemberley. No wonder Darcy was always with his steward! He wondered how he was to learn everything; Darcy would not remain at Netherfield forever.
Bingley took a long look at Darcy, wondering where his thoughts had taken him. Darcy's brow was creased, meaning he was contemplating something. Was he thinking about the problems at Netherfield? Were there enough to make him recommend against the estate? Was he only trying to find a way to tell him? Finally, Bingley's curiosity won out. "So what is your impression, Darcy?"
Startled at being addressed, Darcy jerked his head to his friend. Then, realizing the question, he responded unaffectedly, "The tenant's homes are suffering a little from neglect, but that is not surprising. You will have your work cut out for you, but I see nothing catastrophic."
Bingley rose up in his stirrups, pleased at Darcy's declaration. "Do you recommend I purchase it then?"
Darcy chuckled. "That is a decision only you can make, Bingley. I have only said I see nothing disastrous."
Bingley rode on feeling a little less exhausted, no doubt the result of a light heart. Despite the problems they discovered, Darcy had given his approval of the estate. He had said it would be a lot of work, but Bingley was not afraid of that.
When the two returned arrived at the main house again, Bingley settled himself into his study and prepared to tackle the issues Darcy had mentioned. He pulled out a new ledger and made several notes. As Darcy had recommended, he noted each repair for each tenant. He created columns next to each item to track the cost of the repair and the date in which it was completed. Next, he had to write up instructions for his steward and since some of the work would require additional hands, he had advertisements to post.
Several hours later, Bingley looked up from his desk. He stretched and glanced at the clock. Shocked at the hour, he did a double take. He had barely enough time to dress for dinner. He sat back in his chair a bit tired, but filled with a sense of satisfaction. It had been his first day as an estate owner, and he felt proud of his progress.
Recalling the hour, he penned a quick note to his solicitor and dropped it on to the post tray as he made for his rooms. It had been a day well spent, and he would enjoy his evening.
The following day, matters of the estate were put off in deference for social obligations. Just after breakfast, Bingley found himself on the way to Longbourn with Darcy. He was surprised Georgiana had not been invited, for he had learned that Georgiana had also been acquainted with Miss Elizabeth, but he also knew better than to press the issue. If Darcy wanted him to know, he would have explained when he had first questioned Darcy.
Despite Darcy's reticence, Bingley was in high spirits. As they rode up to the hitching post in front of the house, Bingley looked over the estate and house as only an estate owner could. It was not as large as Netherfield, but everything looked well maintained. The house ivy was well trimmed, and the gardens were free of weeds and overgrowth. He heard dogs barking from nearby kennels as they were greeted by a stable master. A moment later they were being shown into the drawing room by a smallish older woman Bingley heard referred to as Hill.
The two were greeted by a highly excited Mrs. Bennet. She spent an inordinate amount of time apologizing to Mr. Darcy for not remembering him and then turned her attention to Mr. Bingley. After remarking on his fine clothes and dancing, she directed him to a seat next to Jane. Bingley was a bit taken back by Mrs. Bennet's loud tone and exuberance, but suffered it amusedly.
Once Mrs. Bennet's fawning ceased, Bingley found the situation most agreeable. He was once again in close proximity with his angel. He felt his pulse quicken and the color of his cheeks heightened with his nervousness. "Miss Bennet," Bingley opened, "may I say how lovely you look this morning?" He could not help but stare at the image before him. This morning, rather than looking ethereal, her pale pink gown with white ribbon around made Jane appear maidenly and innocent. The sleeves and neckline were bordered by white lace that made Bingley's fingers itch as it fluttered from her movements.
"Thank you, Mr. Bingley." Jane said as she smiled shyly. "How did you find the Assembly? Was it much varied from those in London?" She stole a peek at him and sighed inwardly. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered, and he still wore that boyish smile she liked so well. More importantly, he had borne her mother's effusions with equanimity.
"I liked it very much. Your neighbors are quite friendly. I enjoyed meeting many of them. We are to attend the Lucas' on Friday evening."
Jane smiled brightly. "Then we shall see one another there as well. Our family also received an invite."
Bingley did not even attempt to hide his pleasure at the news, and a broad grin broke his countenance.
Jane, however, feeling slightly embarrassed at her presumption and bold statement, felt it necessary to return to a more neutral topic. "How long will you and your party remain in Hertfordshire?"
"My plans are not yet fixed. Darcy though, I am sure will return to London, and then on to Pemberley for Christmas."
"And are you to travel with him?" Jane inquired. She immediately dropped her eyes to her lap at her impertinent question.
"I generally spend Christmas with one of my relations in the north, but we, my sister and I, have not settled any travel plans."
Jane nodded, fighting the urge to extend an invitation to Longbourn for the holidays. She decided the best way to avoid such an overt act was to change the topic again. "Have you been long acquainted with the Darcys?"
Bingley was a little surprised by the change in topic, but bore it with aplomb. "I met Darcy in my second year at Cambridge. We were both attending a dinner at a dean's house and have been good friends ever since."
"Was he much different then?"
Bingley laughed lightly. "I dare say, not much. He has always been reserved and serious, I am afraid. But then, you have known him much longer than I."
Jane shook her head in protest. "Oh no. I have not seen him since he was very young, and hardly remember him. It was my father and Lizzy that visited Pemberley."
"Then the rest of your family does not know the Darcys?" Bingley asked, surprised. Though, as he thought about it, the reaction of the family at the assembly began to make sense.
"No. I do not believe any of my younger sisters have ever met the Darcys. The late Mr. Darcy was my father's friend, and since Lizzy was his goddaughter, she went along for the visits." Jane shrugged casually. "I only visited a few times. I think it became too much trouble to travel with all of us."
Bingley nodded, a little disappointed. He had been hoping to use Darcy as a source of information on Miss Bennet, but it was not to be. "May I ask who your godparents are? Perhaps a Duke?" Bingley teased.
Jane laughed lightly. "No, nothing like that. My Aunt Phillips is my godmother and my Uncle Gardiner, my godfather." She smiled wryly. "My parents were hoping for a boy after I was born and had determined his godparents before Lizzy was even born."
At the sound of her laugh, Bingley sighed dreamily to himself. It was delicate and sweet, just like her. Remembering he needed to attend the conversation, Bingley nodded with a little more understanding of why the late Mr. Darcy had been chosen and not one of the other relations. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet would want someone like the Darcys to look after the heir should anything happen to them. Who would not?
Mrs. Bennet interrupted the pleasant conversation, suggesting a walk in the gardens. It was then that Bingley realized Darcy had left the room and was only now returning. He thought to ask where he had gone, but his attention was once again called when Jane inquired if he would like to join the others out of doors.
Seeing Jane was already standing to retrieve her bonnet and shawl, he quickly agreed to the idea. Elizabeth, Darcy, and Mary also agreed to the suggestion and the three women left the room to retrieve the outer garments.
Rather than having to engage Mrs. Bennet in conversation, Bingley followed Darcy's lead and waited for the others near the entrance. When the girls returned, Bingley wasted not a moment in offering Jane his arm. His heart skipped a beat when she accepted it, and when she laid her hand on his arm, he thought his heart would burst from beating so rapidly.
As the group stepped outside, Mary headed directly to a stone bench and promptly opened her book. In a matter of minutes, she was oblivious to the rest of the party. Jane watched as Darcy and Elizabeth meandered aimlessly around the garden. They appeared to be having a subdued conversation, and Jane felt assured enough of her sister's wellbeing to devote her attentions to the man next to her.
She turned to Bingley and saw he was also watching Elizabeth and Darcy. "I have never seen Darcy like that before." he said absently.
Concerned, Jane studied the couple closer. Darcy was smiling and even laughing; Elizabeth was too. It was as if the man of the Assembly and the man in the garden were two different people. "Does he not often laugh?" Jane asked, unclear of Bingley's meaning.
"Well, no." Bingley replied, blushing slightly. "I mean, he is not usually so comfortable with people, unless he knows them very well. Miss Elizabeth and he must have gotten on famously; and it appears they have picked up where they left off."
Jane smiled and took Bingley's comment as a good sign. "I agree. I am very happy for Lizzy. I was concerned how she would feel seeing Mr. Darcy again."
Bingley nodded, wishing his sisters were as considerate of others as Jane. All too soon, Darcy had called to him, and they were returning to Netherfield.
Posted on Tuesday, 27 November 2007
The following day, Darcy and Bingley returned to Longbourn. This time, Georgiana accompanied them. It was the first time Georgiana had ventured into public since arriving at Netherfield. Bingley could not help but notice the nervous way she claimed her brother's arm and the look of apprehension on her face. ‘Such shyness must be a family curse.' he thought, thankful he had not been afflicted with it.
Upon entering the drawing room, Darcy and Bingley made their bows and were greeted with enthusiasm. The attention of the room was then drawn to the young girl who was hiding behind Darcy. Without warning, she stepped out from behind her brother and exclaimed "Elizabeth!" a little louder than was proper, and veritably skipped over to her.
Elizabeth let out a light laugh at the outburst.
Remembering her manners then, Georgiana turned her eyes to the floor, blushed, and gave a proper curtsey. "Forgive me, I mean Miss Bennet," she said meekly in a barely audible tone.
Darcy quickly put a supportive hand on the young girl's shoulder and introduced her to the rest of the room. Jane smiled encouragingly when Georgiana was introduced to her, feeling for the shy girl and wanting to put her at ease. She was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Elizabeth. "Miss Darcy, it is a pleasure to see you again after so many years!" Elizabeth exclaimed, almost mimicking the excited tone Georgiana had used. "But please, call me Elizabeth as you used to."
Jane smiled inwardly at Elizabeth's actions. She knew her sister had mimicked Georgiana's tone in an effort to erase the girl's embarrassment. She had always admired Elizabeth's ability to make people comfortable so effortlessly. A glance at Georgiana told her Elizabeth had been successful in her endeavours; the girl's face was now graced with a small smile. "Then you may call me Georgiana." She looked to Jane. "You may as well, Miss Bennet."
Jane smiled. "Thank you Georgiana, and you should feel free to call me Jane."
After brief courtesies were exchanged, Mary, Kitty, Lydia and Mrs. Bennet returned to their prior entertainment, ignoring the guests almost to the point of rudeness. Jane frowned at the continued lack of manners displayed by her family, and hoped Mr. Bingley would not take the slight personally.
She turned back to the guests, and was grateful to see Elizabeth inviting Georgiana to sit next to her. When those two were situated, Darcy, Bingley, and finally Jane followed suit. Darcy took a seat on the other side of Elizabeth, leaving the seat next Bingley open for Jane.
As they took their seats, Jane and Bingley smiled shyly at each, expressing their mutual pleasure at the seating arrangements. Their proximity to the others would not allow for private conversation, but their eyes seemed to convey that it was enough to be near one another.
Their unspoken exchange was prevented from going any further when Elizabeth said conversationally, "You must tell me all about Pemberley now. It has been many years since I last visited. Has it changed much?"
Georgiana looked in the direction of her brother first, and then back to Elizabeth. "It has not changed much." Looking down at her hands she added more softly. "I was still young when last we met."
Elizabeth nodded. "As was I." With a quick glance to Darcy she added. "As well as your brother." With a conspiratorial look, Elizabeth leaned in close to Georgiana and said softly, though loud enough for the others to hear, "Tell me, Georgiana. Does your brother still steal girls' bonnets?"
"Lizzy!" Jane admonished at her sister's obvious tease. She looked to Bingley, concerned he might have taken offence for his friend. To her relief though, the amused look on his face told her Bingley's feelings were quite the opposite and she allowed an amused smirk to touch her lips as well.
Georgiana blushed deeply and looked incredulously at her brother. "Fitzwilliam would never do that!" she whispered back loudly.
Elizabeth leaned back in her seat, laughing. "Oh but he did, and more than once!"
Bingley thought to interject with some wry comment, but recalled this reintroduction was important to Darcy, so he decided it would be best to remain silent - for now at least. Instead, he watched as Georgiana gaped at her brother in shock and Darcy flushed deeply from head to toe. He knew Georgiana thought the world of him and could never think of her brother doing something so improper. He also knew Darcy would never willingly confess to such an act.
A little louder than intended, Georgiana exclaimed, "You stole Elizabeth's bonnet?"
Darcy glared at Elizabeth who returned a smug look of satisfaction. "I stole Miss Bennet's bonnet a few times when we were very young." Darcy explained, hoping to exonerate himself of the worst. Adding with a disgruntled tone, "It appears Miss Bennet will have her revenge on me yet."
Elizabeth laughed mirthfully. "I could not have the world, much less your own sister believe you to be without fault, sir. Not with so much evidence to the contrary."
Darcy audibly groaned. "Very well." He resigned. "But I will ask you to leave me with a little dignity. I am still Georgiana's guardian."
Georgiana giggled. "Do not worry, Brother. You will always remain the best of brothers to me." With a happy trill she added, "But I would very much like to know what you were like as a boy."
Jane saw Elizabeth's eyes blaze with mischief and took pity on Darcy. "Lizzy," Jane warned, "be kind to Mr. Darcy, lest I decide to tell everyone here some of your escapades."
Elizabeth stuck out her chin. "I am not afraid of you, Jane." she declared.
Jane leaned over and whispered so no one else could hear. "Then I shall tell them about you hiding Easter dinner in your room."
The comment had the desired effect. Elizabeth's eyes grew wide and she gasped. "I was four!" Her protest was followed by a deep blush that reached the roots of her hair. With a disgruntled sigh she said, "Very well, Jane." She turned towards Darcy with slightly narrowed eyes. "You are safe for now, Mr. Darcy. You should be most grateful to my sister."
With such a vehement protest, it was no surprise there were multiple cries for Jane to share her secret. Though terribly tempted, she decided it was best she did not; there was no telling when Elizabeth would decide to seek retribution after all.
Their cries having fallen on deaf ears, and Elizabeth and Darcy in a temporary truce, Elizabeth, Georgiana, and Darcy engaged in discussions about Pemberley, Lambton, and the Derbyshire area.
Jane listened politely as the three talked for a bit, but soon found her attention diverted time and again in the direction of Mr. Bingley. More than once they locked gazes as they shared a silent conversation composed of smiles, pointed looks, and blushes.
Unfortunately, the Darcys were soon standing and taking their leave. As they were gathering their things, Bingley was able to speak a few words to Jane. "Shall your family still attend the Lucases' Friday?" He blushed, embarrassed by his forwardness.
"I believe so." Jane replied bashfully.
Bingley smiled as he felt his heart flip-flop in anticipation. "Then I shall look forward to seeing them all Friday." He looked at her intently, hoping she understood what he truly meant.
Friday finally arrived and Jane found herself dressing with extra care for an evening at the Lucases'. Under normal circumstances, she would have donned the first gown she spotted and pulled up her hair in a simple knot. Not tonight. Tonight was important. Tonight she would see Bingley for the fourth time. Tonight, she hoped they would be able to speak more.
She took her sister's advice and wore her lilac gown that was trimmed in silver ribbon. Elizabeth had offered to do her hair and had tied it up in a fancy chignon, letting a crown of blond curls fall around her face and ears. As a finishing touch, her hair was adorned with Elizabeth's favourite hair pins that were decorated with small lilac coloured flowers that matched her gown perfectly.
Within moments of arriving at the Lucases', Jane spotted Bingley; he was talking with a group of matrons from the neighbourhood. Not wanting to appear too forward, Jane remained close to Elizabeth as they moved amongst the guests, greeting their neighbours. Try as she might though, she could not help her eyes from wandering in Bingley's direction.
Finally, Jane and Elizabeth took a seat next to the Darcys. Elizabeth immediately engaged Darcy and Georgiana in conversation, while Jane looked around the room once again, unconsciously hoping for another glimpse of Mr. Bingley. Instead of finding Bingley though, she caught the eye of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. She smiled and nodded politely to them. She was tempted to go speak with them, but did not wish to interrupt the current conversation in order to take her leave. It was just as well she did not make the effort, for not a moment later, the two superior sisters had turned away and began talking in low whispers.
Upon noticing the arrival of the Bennets, Bingley ended his conversation as quickly as decorum permitted and made his way to Jane. "Miss Bennet, I am so pleased to see you. Have you been here long?" he asked, knowing they had only arrived.
Jane could not help the faint blush she often felt when Bingley was near. "We have only just arrived." Then, without really knowing how it happened, she found herself in a more private corner with Bingley. "I am so pleased to see your sisters again, Mr. Bingley. I was sorry they could not visit Longbourn previously."
"Miss Darcy is sometimes a bit shy around my sister. Caroline tends to dote on her a bit more than Miss Darcy prefers. Darcy wished her reintroduction with your sister to go smoothly and asked that Caroline not accompany us on our last visit." Bingley grinned. "I must say it went prodigiously well. I have never seen Miss Darcy so animated, nor Darcy so flummoxed. It was truly entertaining!"
"Lizzy's lively nature has always been able to draw people out. I am so happy they have been reacquainted. It has been good for Lizzy as well." Changing the subject, she asked, "Are your sisters enjoying their time at Netherfield?"
Bingley felt the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck. "They are getting on well enough." He could not possibly relay the insults and derogatory comments his sisters had made; nor would he tell her of the daily requests to return to London.
Jane was not an unobservant person though, and based on the way Caroline and Louisa kept their own company both at the assembly and at present, she understood the implied response. "It must be difficult for them being new and unfamiliar with the area. Meryton can not boast the diversions of London."
Bingley smiled wanly. He would not counter Miss Bennet's assertions, not when she had provided such a tactful excuse. They could be correct, though he highly doubted it. Whether she was right or not though did not matter. The mere fact that she could view Caroline kindly spoke of her good nature. He was certain he had never met such beauty and goodness in one person.
The rest of the evening they discussed a number of topics: Bingley's family in the north, his house in town, as well as Longbourn. Bingley regaled tales of his trip to the continent and other English towns. When Bingley mentioned his family had been in trade, Jane told him of her aunt and uncle Gardiner that resided in London near Cheapside. She was surprised, though very pleased, when Bingley expressed a sincere interest in meeting them. Well aware of the connotations associated with residents in that area, she had not expected that.
Their conversation was interrupted by a cry for music from Charlotte Lucas and a moment later, they observed Elizabeth walking towards the piano forte. Jane smirked to herself, knowing Charlotte would have goaded Elizabeth into playing; Charlotte had always been good at baiting her sister. She wondered what had prompted it this time.
They listened politely as Elizabeth played and sang a tune she knew well and had performed numerous times. As Elizabeth's first piece concluded, Bingley whispered to Jane, "Miss Elizabeth has a lovely voice." Hoping he could get Jane to play or sing for him, he then asked, "Do you play?"
"A little, but not nearly as well as Lizzy. Mary was the one blessed with long fingers. I have difficulty making many of the reaches." She held up her hand to provide the proof of her statement.
Bingley felt his heart begin to race and he had to fold his hands to resist the urge to grab the dainty one in front of him. He could see nothing wrong with her fingers. They were perfect, like the rest of her. "I think you have perfectly lovely hands." He blushed at the bold statement.
Jane felt an unfamiliar heat suffuse through her and she was tempted to use her fan. Unable to think clearly enough to speak, she only returned a bashful smile.
A change in players served to diffuse the charged silence that had built between Jane and Bingley. Though much to Jane's chagrin, she noticed Mary had replaced Elizabeth at the pianoforte. She grimaced. While technically more proficient than Elizabeth, Mary's playing was uninspired. Nor did she have the voice to accompany her playing. She wondered, with not a little anxiety, what Bingley would think.
As Mary finished her first piece, Jane smiled wanly at Bingley. He returned a smile, as if he had not noticed the difference between Elizabeth and Mary. "Miss Mary appears to enjoy playing. She is very brave to play for so many."
Jane's anxiety melted away at his smile. Despite what most would consider a poor performance, Bingley had still managed to compliment Mary. It spoke a great deal to his goodness and kind heart. "I believe she does." Jane replied, feeling less self-conscious. "She practices often. It is unfortunate my father could not provide a master for her."
"She plays very well for not having a tutor. She should be commended for her fastidiousness."
Jane smiled and bit her lower lip in an effort to suppress the emotions that had swelled in her breast. Elizabeth was right. He was perfectly suited for her. Elizabeth had always teased her about her inability think poorly of anyone, and yet Mr. Bingley seemed cursed with the same affliction. Despite what her mind told her, she dared to hope that someday he would be her Mr. Bingley.
By the time the Bennets returned home from the Lucases', it was late. Jane and Elizabeth immediately made for their rooms. As they often did, they talked as they readied themselves for bed.
Jane completed her nighttime ablutions first and made herself comfortable in the bed. She was grinning from ear to ear and had a dreamy look about her. She and Bingley had spent most of the evening quietly conversing; in fact she could not remember speaking with anyone else. It seemed as though they never ran out of things to discuss; nor did they ever tire of each other's company.
"Thinking about someone in particular?" Elizabeth teased, bringing Jane out of her reverie.
"Oh Lizzy." Jane giggled. "He is everything a man should be." She let out a long sigh. Her moony look turned to a violent blush as she felt her sister's watchful eye bore into her. Elizabeth's lips were pursed together, but her dimples told Jane she was trying not to laugh. Jane could only imagine what she looked like, a starry, doe-eyed fool most likely. There was nothing she could do though.
She felt Elizabeth take her hand and was surprised by her sister's sudden serious demeanour. "Jane," Elizabeth said. "I know Mr. Bingley seems perfect, but do not be too hasty in giving him your heart."
Jane's brow rumpled and she felt a pang of indignation. "Of course." She was not certain what her sister meant, but the look was not good. Elizabeth could not possibly think she would do something improper with Mr. Bingley could she? When her sister's look did not relent, Jane added, "You have not spoken to him. He is a good and kind man, respectful and modest. How could I ask for anything more?"
She felt more than she could admit, but when she heard Elizabeth sigh, her alarm increased. It was not like Elizabeth to warn her against someone and be so persistent. "Mr. Darcy told me that Mr. Bingley tends to fall in love rather quickly." She looked up at her sister in the face and said, "And just as quickly falls out of love."
Jane's eyes widened at this. She felt the sudden urge to defend Bingley as if she were defending a member of her family. "He is not a rake!" she replied vehemently.
Elizabeth placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never meant to imply that. Mr. Darcy only mentioned it because he did not want you to get hurt. He says Mr. Bingley is a good man, just one who is not sure of his own heart."
Jane felt as if she had been physically slapped. She felt offended for herself and on behalf of Mr. Bingley. "You believe a man who you were determined to meet as an indifferent acquaintance a mere se'nnight ago?" She pulled away from her sister. "You have seen the particular attention he pays me. But you have not seen the way he looks at me. I am quite certain of his affections."
Lizzy smiled, but Jane could tell it was forced. "Mr. Darcy and I have talked and have worked out our differences. And yes, I believe him. He has known Mr. Bingley for several years. Jane, my dear Jane, if Mr. Bingley truly has feelings for you, then I could not be happier. You are my dearest sister, and I only want your happiness. I could not bear to see you with a broken heart."
Jane smiled again, feeling a little mollified. Her sister had only meant to warn her, not disparage Mr. Bingley. "I will be careful, Lizzy." Though in her mind she knew she had long ago thrown caution to the wind. She nestled under the sheets and counterpane, effectively ending the conversation before Elizabeth could make out her thoughts.
The following day, Charles entered the drawing room, just as Caroline was leaving. Since departing the Lucases', his head had been full of the delightful conversation he had with Miss Bennet. Every time he spoke with her, he found more things to recommend her. He was uncertain when he would be able to see her next and had decided he needed to ensure it would be soon. It was this that had sent him in search of Caroline.
"Caroline." Charles said cheerfully. "I wish to host a dinner, or at least a tea."
She rolled her eyes. "Must we, Charles? I really can not think of anyone worthy of our notice." Seeing her brother's countenance darken, she added quickly, "Except perhaps Miss Bennet. She is all that is sweet."
Charles immediately smiled again. "She is precisely whom I wish you to invite. Perhaps you could invite her sister, Miss Elizabeth. Darcy and Miss Darcy seem to get on rather well with her. I think her presence would make Miss Bennet more comfortable."
Caroline simmered and her face became red with fury. "Of course, Charles. I will invite Miss Bennet for dinner in a few days time." She then swept from the room before Charles had a chance to say anything further about including Elizabeth.
Charles watched his sister stomp off and exhaled forcibly. His sister was being more difficult than usual. He knew it had something to do with Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, but did not care to consider anything more than that. His efforts to tell Caroline that Darcy had no interest in her had fallen on deaf ears. When Caroline was determined, there was no stopping her. All he could do was hope it would not interfere with him and Miss Bennet.
The next couple days proved the weather was not on the side of budding relationships. Sloppy roads and cold, wet weather prevented most families from venturing out, including those that resided at Longbourn and Netherfield.
Three days after the evening at the Lucases' however, Jane received a missive from Miss Bingley, inviting her to dine at Netherfield. She was a bit surprised the invite did not include Elizabeth, but thought perhaps the Darcys would be out. She did not have long to ponder this though. Her full attention was commandeered by Mrs. Bennet, who said indifferently that the carriage was unavailable and she would have to travel on horseback.
The shock of the statement had left Jane temporarily mute. When it wore off though, she joined Elizabeth in pleading for the carriage. Unfortunately, Mrs. Bennet would not relent and Jane could tell by her mother's look and obstinacy she was matchmaking.
Despite her reservations about the mode of travel, Jane was not about to decline Miss Bingley's offer. Being an obedient daughter, she conformed to her mother's machinations.
She dressed with care, though did her hair in a simple style. This way she could easily repair it should the wind that was still whipping about muss it during her travels. She also left for Netherfield a little earlier than necessary, hoping to avoid the rain that once again threatened. She knew showing up wet from rain would not be good, and she desperately wanted to make a good impression on Bingley's sisters. To date, discussions with them had been short and a bit cool. Jane viewed the invitation as a sign of them warming to her, and she wanted to take advantage of the change.
Unfortunately, the weather sided with Mrs. Bennet, and Jane was just over halfway to her destination when the clouds released their wet shame. Cold, wet, and mortified, she made her way to the entrance of Netherfield.
After a bustle of servants did their best to dry Jane's dripping wet clothes, she was announced. Her shame only increased upon seeing Caroline and Louisa's reaction to her now damp attire. "Our carriage was unavailable, and it started raining while on my way." She offered by weak explanation. She could see the disdainful amusement in Caroline and Louisa's eyes as they attempted to stifle their snickers.
She closed her eyes briefly trying to imagine what Elizabeth would do in such a situation. Lizzy would not be embarrassed. She would hold her head up and no doubt dare them to comment. Jane resolved to do the same, though when she drew herself up, she was struck by a wave of dizziness. She faintly heard Miss Bingley's shrill voice before the room went dark.
Chapter Two
Chapter Three