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Chapter Thirteen

Posted on Tuesday, 5 February 2008

The first few days in London could best be described as productive and exhausting. With the help of Aunt Gardiner, Jane and Elizabeth visited most of the shops on Cheapside, some of the ones on Fleet Street, and even a few in the Mayfair area. They had both ordered new gowns, slippers, and a number of other things for Elizabeth's trousseau.

Jane was thankful for the generous funds her father had given them in anticipation for the requirements of London society. Not only was there a dizzying array of selections, but everything seemed just a little more expensive than they were in Meryton. Furthermore, in addition to her own needs, Jane had been careful to set aside a little of her allowance to purchase gifts for Mary, Kitty, and Lydia. While it was not required, Kitty and Lydia would no doubt be expecting something, and therefore Jane reasoned their delight was well worth the sacrifice to herself.

Near the end of their first week in London, Jane and Elizabeth again made their way to Arryndale House in a carriage provided by Darcy. Today, they were to meet Lady Meredith Fitzwilliam, Countess of Matlock, aunt to Mr. Darcy and mother to Colonel Fitzwilliam.

The latter description of the lady caused Jane a great deal of consternation. Despite her best efforts, Jane had trouble concentrating on her sister, and could only focus on the fact she was about to meet the mother of the man who had asked to call on her. No matter how she chastised herself for her selfishness, the near paralyzing nervousness would not abate. She had already sent up several hundred prayers that that she would make a good impression on the lady, and not solely for her sister's sake.

The plan was to take tea with the matron and Georgiana, and sometime during the course of the afternoon, tour the mistress' chambers and personal rooms. They would then return that evening for an intimate family dinner that included the Darcys, Fitzwilliams, Gardiners, Jane and Elizabeth.

This time when they arrived at Arryndale, Jane was not so awestruck. She still found the house to be an imposing display of wealth, but kept her wits about her enough to appreciate it. The house was stately, with a white Grecian exterior, complete with pillars. Inside, the painted ceilings, marble pillars, and fine silk curtains were visible signs of wealth; but everything seemed to blend together into the background well.

As they neared the music room, Jane could hear music being played on the pianoforte. Recognizing the talent of the player, she knew it to be Georgiana. She did not wish to interrupt the performance, but before she could object, the footman had opened the door.

Upon their entrance, the music stopped and all eyes turned to the newcomers. The nervousness that had plagued Jane most of the morning dissipated when she saw Georgiana nearly jump from her seat at the instrument to greet them. Unfortunately for Georgiana, her attempt at proper comportment was no match for Darcy's long strides, and he was able to greet their guests first. After bestowing a kiss on Elizabeth's hand and giving Jane a proper bow, he stood aside while Georgiana greeted them both with an affectionate hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Darcy then led them to a sofa where he introduced them to his aunt.

Upon seeing Lady Matlock, all of Jane's self-confidence drained into the floor. She was not sure what she expected when it came to the lady, but the woman before her was intimidating. It was not that she had a cruel or ugly look about her; quite the opposite in fact. Lady Matlock was a beautiful woman by any standard, but her demeanour was very imposing. She stood quite tall and had a regal air about her. Though Lady Matlock had the appearance of being friendly and charming, Jane could feel the lady's cool blue eyes taking full measure of her.

It took all of her inner strength to remain upright and not wither under her Ladyship's stare. She stole a glance at Elizabeth, and noted with envy the small smile her sister bore. It was as if she were daring Lady Matlock to find fault with her. Why could I not have been born with just an ounce of that self-assurance? Jane thought ruefully.

Nervously, Jane held her hands behind her back, fidgeting with the ribbon that flowed down the back of her dress while she waited for Lady Matlock to complete her assessment. Depending on the outcome of the assessment, Lady Matlock would undoubtedly prove to be either a great ally or formidable opponent.

Unable to detect either approval or disapproval of her own person, Jane then remembered that Elizabeth was the main object under scrutiny. At this, all thoughts of trying to win the countess' approval for her own sake fled; Elizabeth would need all the support she could get.

Finally, Lady Matlock stated, "Miss Elizabeth, my nephew has charged me with showing you the Mistress' chambers so they can be prepared for your occupancy. I suggest we view the apartment, and then we can adjourn for tea." While the last may have been stated as a suggestion, her ladyship's tone made it a command.

With no choice but to agree, the four ladies made their way to the main stairway after Darcy took his leave. As they made their way through the house to the family apartments, Georgiana provided details about the house and the different rooms they passed.

Finally, they reached the rooms in question. Jane saw Elizabeth take a calming deep breath before nearing the doors. She gave her sister's hand an encouraging squeeze of affection and was rewarded by seeing Elizabeth's shoulders relax a little. As they entered, Jane's eyes widened at the size of the rooms and the lavish furniture enclosed within them. She glanced at Elizabeth and noticed her eyes to be almost as wide.

Having already been guests of Arryndale House, Jane thought she had an inkling of what to expect. She could not have been more wrong. The sitting room alone was the size of the room Elizabeth and Jane shared at Longbourn. It was adorned by a chaise, a sofa, and two wing-backed chairs set near the fireplace. Along the wall was a small writing desk of rich mahogany accompanied by a bookshelf, and along the other wall was a side bar with a water pitcher, a crystal wine decanter, and a few glasses. To think this room would be for Elizabeth alone was somewhat surreal.

Jane watched as Elizabeth pulled away from her and ran her hand over the back of one of the chairs. As her sister did so, a distant smile turned the corner of her lips upward.

"Did you visit these apartments when you were younger, Elizabeth?" Georgiana asked.

Lady Matlock turned a curious look at the two. Jane also turned her attention in that direction, but was careful to stand where she could also watch the reaction of Lady Matlock. She knew it was imperative that her sister win the approval of her ladyship and she continued to look for signs of approval.

Jane half listened as Elizabeth began telling Georgiana the story of her last visit to these rooms. Having heard the story before, she looked around the room in greater detail, while coming to terms with the fact that it all was to be Elizabeth's own private rooms.

A swish of skirts grabbed Jane's attention, and she watched as Elizabeth took a seat near Georgiana on the pink sofa. The scene pulled at Jane's heart strings. From the way that Georgiana's eyes glowed, it was clear the young girl very much adored her soon to be sister.

She looked to Lady Matlock for her reaction, and noticed the slightest softening around the Lady's eyes. She felt a little of the earlier tension leave her body. Elizabeth, without even trying, had won over Georgiana, and was winning over Lady Matlock as well.

Her attention fell back to Elizabeth as she continued her story. "Your mother naturally agreed with my father, though she gave different reasons why I could not go to the park alone," Elizabeth said. "You see, my father said I could not go because he was afraid I would be taken by gypsies. He did not know at the time, I thought nothing could be more fun than living with gypsies and travelling all over England."

Jane rolled her eyes in remembrance at her sister's notions of gypsies. She recalled how Elizabeth would take servants' clothes she was supposed to be mending in a sack and sit out near the road in the early morning and watch for them. She looked to Lady Matlock, trying to discern the lady's thoughts on her sister's tale.

What she saw surprised her; Lady Matlock was trying to hide a smirk behind her hand. Expecting someone of the ton to be mortified by such a story, Jane was pleased to see Lady Matlock's reaction. Perhaps Elizabeth does not have such a daunting task ahead of her. The thought pleased her.

She looked back to Elizabeth and Georgiana, and smiled at the sisterly affection growing between them. She marvelled at the way Elizabeth bonded with her new sister with not a little jealousy, especially when she recalled how she had tried to befriend Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. Despite Miss Bingley's assurances, Jane never felt the same connection as Elizabeth and Georgiana clearly did. Perhaps Elizabeth was right, Miss Bingley was not sincere, or her feelings were just as inconstant as her brother's.

The sisterly bonds were not the only thing causing Jane feelings of jealousy though. A spying glance showed Jane a small smile gracing Lady Matlock's lips. That was all that was needed for Jane to conclude Elizabeth had also won the matron's approval. In the span of an hour, Elizabeth had accomplished what Jane thought might not be possible. With some consternation, Jane began to wonder what Lady Matlock thought of her. Would she approve of her because she had accepted Elizabeth?

With the story having concluded, Lady Matlock gently cleared her throat and suggested they continue on to the other rooms. They made their way to the bedchamber and the dressing room. Georgiana showed Elizabeth the rooms with enthusiasm, oblivious to the critical eye of Lady Matlock. She talked about the furniture and curtains and wall fabric and any story she could remember pertaining the contents of the room.

"I would not change a thing," Jane whispered for Elizabeth's ears only.

Elizabeth nodded, and then said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Georgiana, your brother would not be offended if I did not change anything, would he?"

Georgiana jumped to her brother's defence. "Oh no!" Then trying to imitate her brother's tone she said, "But he did say, ‘Make sure she understands no expense is too great. We shall replace everything if she desires.'"

The two broke into a merry laughter and Jane could not help joining them. She even noticed Lady Matlock chuckle slightly.

"Then the rooms shall remain as they are," Elizabeth declared. "I find my tastes run in harmony with those of Lady Anne." With almost a wistful look, she added, "And I find I like this reminder of her."

Jane smiled approvingly at her sister. Once again, she was grateful her mother had not come to London with them. There was no doubt that their mother would want to change everything simply because she could, and would have no issue with voicing her opinion either.

After examining the rooms, the ladies made their way back to the music room where tea and cakes had already been set out. Georgiana and Elizabeth had been working on a duet that they were to play that night and wanted to practice it one last time.

While they played, Jane engaged Lady Matlock in conversation. They discussed the shops in town, the places they had been for Elizabeth's trousseau, and other areas of London. Jane was pleased to find Lady Matlock's demeanour had softened, not just towards Elizabeth but also towards herself. It was turning out to be a very pleasant and successful afternoon.

The congenial mood, however, was interrupted by unexpected guests.

"My dear Georgiana!" a familiar voice simpered before the footman could announce the visitors. Everyone turned to see Caroline Bingley, accompanied by her sister Louisa Hurst, entering as though she owned the place.

Instantly, Jane felt her heart pounding violently against her ribs. She was completely unprepared to see these two people. She was frozen in her seat, and only years of breeding forced the automatic response of acknowledging their presence.

Miss Bingley walked quickly through the room towards the pianoforte, but froze in her tracks upon seeing the other occupants. Her smile faded, and annoyance at not having Georgiana's undivided attention was easily observed.

"It has been ages since we have seen you, my dear," Miss Bingley said, continuing to fawn over Georgiana as if Jane and Elizabeth did not exist. "My sister and I have been quite desolate without your company."

Georgiana's cheeks turned bright red, and after performing the requisite introductions, she dropped her eyes to her hands and led everyone to be seated.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone took a seat around the small table that held tea and cakes. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst took a seat near Lady Matlock and Elizabeth, Jane and Georgiana sat together on an adjoining sofa.

Much to Jane's surprise, Elizabeth chimed in as if she were the hostess. "I am happy to see you and your sister are in good health, Miss Bingley. I trust Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley are also in good health?"

Despite her efforts to forget that man, Jane waited with bated breath for Caroline's response. She was grateful Elizabeth had asked the question, for she had not dared ask.

Caroline's eyes flashed angrily for a moment. "Yes," she replied tartly. After a moment she added, "Yes, my brother is quite well. In fact, I have never seen him happier. Why just before Christmas, he joined us for dinner with Miss Sutton and her family." Caroline directed a smug look towards Jane as she continued. "It was quite an enjoyable evening for everyone."

Jane paled slightly at the news and was slightly taken aback at Miss Bingley's haughty look when she mentioned Miss Sutton. Since Christmas, she had assumed Mr. Bingley's affection towards her had turned cold, but to hear her suspicions confirmed and see Miss Bingley's satisfaction at the notion was almost too much. She felt tears sting her eyes and was grateful when Elizabeth spoke, sparing her the necessity. "We were sorry to have missed your company the other night. Mr. Darcy had mentioned you were unable to attend dinner as you were visiting family."

Completely ignoring Elizabeth's last statement, Caroline said, "Lady Matlock, it is a pleasure to see you. I had no idea you were in town already." Her tone held an air of intimate friendship, despite being introduced only a few minutes ago.

Lady Matlock pursed her lips slightly in displeasure. "We have only made our presence in town known to our family and close friends, Miss Bingley, as we wished to spend the time with our future niece, without distraction."

Jane looked to Miss Bingley, wondering if she understood the veiled suggestion, and waited for her reaction to Darcy's engagement. Elizabeth had told her Miss Bingley had high hopes of becoming Mrs. Darcy, that Darcy had once considered it as well, but then determined he simply could not abide her.

Caroline directed a pinched smile at Elizabeth and then turned again to Lady Matlock. "Yes. I must say I was quite... surprised... by the announcement of Mr. Darcy's engagement. I had always thought -- as I am sure you did too -- that he would marry a woman of equal standing."

Jane and Elizabeth exchanged glances of astonishment at Caroline's blatant insult, twice over. Not only had she refused to express her congratulations, but she insulted Elizabeth directly.

Lady Matlock suffered the insult with aplomb. "My nephew's choice did surprise us, but Elizabeth is a gentleman's daughter, so we have no cause to repine." Lady Matlock reached over and took Elizabeth's hand affectionately. "My nephew, I know, also finds some assurance in his choice of bride, knowing his mother would heartily approve." She looked directly at Miss Bingley, her blue eyes narrowed, and with a definite edge in her voice said, "Elizabeth was always a favourite of my late sister."

Jane took the moment to take a sip of tea to keep from smirking while stealing a glance at the others. Oh, yes, thought Jane, Lady Matlock could be a stalwart ally or an equally powerful adversary. Thankfully for Elizabeth, she had chosen to be an ally. With guilty pleasure, she watched as Miss Bingley squirmed slightly and then nervously took a sip of tea.

After a few more words on their travels north, holidays, and other inane comments, Caroline and Louisa declared it was time to leave. With a promise to call on Georgiana at another date, and a request to be remembered to Mr. Darcy, they left.

Once the other two sisters departed, Elizabeth and Georgiana returned to practicing for the evening's entertainment and Jane was left alone with Lady Matlock to watch. Thankfully, the practice session did not run long, and soon Jane and Elizabeth also took their leave to prepare for dinner.

Jane could not have been more grateful when it came time to depart. She desperately wanted some time alone. The inadvertent interaction with Miss Bingley had thrown her off balance, a state she definitely did not want to be in when seeing the colonel.

Chapter Fourteen

Posted on Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Jane and Elizabeth returned to Gracechurch Street in the late afternoon to ready themselves for dinner with the Darcys and Fitzwilliams. Thankfully, they had returned to their aunt and uncle's in time for Jane to take a short nap and recollect herself. The afternoon had left Jane in a state of turmoil, and she contemplated asking to be excused. She was in no state to be seen, especially by Elizabeth's future family. If Lady Matlock was intimidating, I can only imagine what the earl and viscount must be like.

Jane lay on the bed, reviewing the afternoon and her encounter with Miss Bingley. She was still struck by the nigh uncivil manner of both Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. While she had not connected intimately with Miss Bingley as Elizabeth had with Georgiana, she did consider Miss Bingley a friend, and thought the sentiment was reciprocated. Miss Bingley's snide remarks, however, caused her to re-evaluate their standing. Was it possible Elizabeth was right about Miss Bingley? After all, she had been right about Mr. Bingley. It took little contemplation before tears welled up in her eyes. There was only one conclusion to draw from the afternoon; neither Miss Bingley, nor Mr. Bingley cared for her. The only question that remained was why.

Surely a person had to have a good reason for being so cruel and having such an abrupt change of heart. Perhaps it was as Elizabeth suggested; perhaps Miss Bingley had convinced her brother not to return in retaliation for Darcy choosing Elizabeth over her. But what reason could she give that would be so convincing?

Jane exhaled forcibly. She had intended to send a note around next week, asking to call on Miss Bingley, but was no longer certain of its reception. Not willing to submit herself, nor Elizabeth, to another afternoon of Miss Bingley's sharp tongue, she decided against the note and against trying to maintain an acquaintance with the Bingleys. Her mother would be disappointed, but Miss Bingley's message had been unmistakeable; the Bingleys did not value their friendship.

Her thoughts turned towards the impending dinner, and eventually rested upon Colonel Fitzwilliam and his gift. Recollecting the note that had accompanied it caused a small smile to peek out, the first since encountering Miss Bingley. Of the colonel's affections, at least I am in no doubt. Aunt Gardiner is correct though, if only I could figure out my own before it is too late.

The last thing she wanted was to errantly lead on Colonel Fitzwilliam. Doing so would make her guilty of the same crime as Mr. Bingley. Knowing the pain it caused, she would never allow herself to do that to another person.

She enjoyed the colonel's company, she knew that much. Whether it could develop into something more though, she was uncertain. The idea of being in love again frightened her, but she also could not dismiss the flutter in her stomach at the thought of seeing him tonight. Was it anxiety or anticipation though?

It would be the first time she would see him since he had left Hertfordshire. Before he left, he had asked to call on her, and she had agreed. What induced her to say yes though? Did she have feelings for him, or was it simply a wish to continue the friendship? Or perhaps she had just found his attention flattering after Bingley's cruel rejection.

Unfortunately, the time she spent searching her heart only raised more questions - questions that currently had no answers. Did the colonel's parents know of his interest in her? Would they approve? Did they know about the gift? Did Mr. Darcy know about the gift? What had the colonel said about her? With a hundred questions flying through her head in rapid succession, and a hundred butterflies taking up residence in her stomach, she raised herself off the bed realizing the futility in attempting to sleep.

Instead, she began to prepare for dinner. Putting off the meeting with the colonel was simply not an option. She pulled out the hairpin the colonel had given her and smiled, realizing she really did not want to put off seeing him. Perhaps seeing him again will help me decide.

While she could not claim to love the colonel, she opted to make every effort to determine if she ever could. Her stomach fluttered anew, recalling the kiss the colonel had placed on her hand when she saw him last, and her heart skipped a beat at the possibility he might do it again tonight.

Suddenly, she was awash with anxiety. What if he did make such a public statement? What if his parents disapproved of his choice? What if they caused a scene? How would it affect Elizabeth?

At the thought of Elizabeth, she chastised herself yet again for acting so selfishly. She had been so caught up in her own concerns that she had forgotten what the evening meant for her sister. Determined to support her sister and forget her own worries, she went in search of Elizabeth.

She found her in the back parlour, arranging the last of her curls. When Jane entered the sitting room, she turned and smiled. "What do you think?"

Jane smiled at the picture presented. Elizabeth was cool and collected, as if she were attending dinner at the Lucases'. "You look lovely," Jane replied, wishing she had even an ounce of Elizabeth's self-possession.

With some envy, she realized Elizabeth needed no support this evening. Elizabeth had already won the support of Lady Matlock, Georgiana, and Colonel Fitzwilliam. It would not take much to win over the rest of the family. Jane only wished she could say the same about herself.

After Elizabeth was dressed and her hair coifed, Jane took her turn in front of the looking glass. She looked at her reflection and sighed. Elizabeth was about to meet her soon-to-be in-laws and seemed perfectly composed, while she was a nervous ninny over a gentleman who had only requested to call on her.

Realizing the lateness of the hour, Jane pulled up her hair in a simple knot and then carefully secured it with the hairpin the colonel had given her. She hoped he would be pleased to see it. She blushed as she realized how daring her action was, especially in front of his family. She began to have second thoughts, but it was too late. Not a moment later, she heard her uncle call that the carriage was ready. She took a deep breath and grabbed her gloves. There was nothing to do for it now.

Colonel Fitzwilliam stared at the billiard table in front of him. He appeared to be the studying the layout of the table, but in reality saw nothing. His mind was otherwise occupied. In a few short hours, he would be seeing Jane Bennet again. In the two days he had been back in London, he had listened carefully to conversations between Darcy, his mother, and Georgiana, for news of Miss Bennet. Unfortunately, he had gleaned little intelligence for his efforts.

He toyed with idea that Darcy was refraining from speaking of Miss Bennet to spite him. He dismissed that notion though, knowing Darcy had nothing more than an inkling, if that, of his affection for Miss Bennet. Darcy was unaware that the package he sent to Longbourn for Christmas contained a secret gift for Miss Bennet. Nor did he know about the hours the colonel had spent thinking about that particular young lady.

Knowing of his cousin's ignorance did not quell the temptation to shake Darcy for information though. Was she happy? Did she have a good Christmas? Most importantly, had she seen Bingley since she was in town? Then there were other questions that only Miss Bennet could answer. Had she received his gift? Did she like it? Had she been offended by it? Was she still willing to receive his call? Did she still harbour feelings for Bingley?

Unfortunately, his questions had no answers. All he did know was that she was in London and had met his mother. ‘Pretty and proper, if not a little timid,' was how his mother had described her. The vision of her angry eyes upbraiding him for flirting with the youngest Miss Bennet flashed before him, causing him a warm flush to seep through him. If mother had seen her then, she would not call her timid.

Frustrated with the lack of information, he haphazardly hit the white ball with his cue stick and watched as it bumped off the sides of the table several times. He repeated the action several times, until it no longer held any amusement for him.

He raked his hand through his hair. One more hour before Jane would arrive. He was grateful he had the foresight to arrive at Arryndale early, and alone. His mother undoubtedly would have picked up on his agitation and started asking questions he did not want to answer. Here, Darcy was so preoccupied with Elizabeth he had given little notice to Colonel's state of mind.

Bored with aimlessly hitting billiard balls around, he put the cue stick away and headed for his apartment. At his mother's insistence, he was dressed in breeches and frock coat tonight and felt the need to recheck his appearance. More importantly, he needed a place to wait for Miss Bennet and her family without his anxiety being observed.

The Gracechurch Street party arrived at Arryndale House in good time. Jane entered the drawing room composed, standing supportively next to her sister. All thoughts of Elizabeth were gone though, the moment she eyed Lady Matlock. If the countess was already present, then so must be her son. Jane took a deep breath and clasped her hands together, trying to keep them from them trembling.

The party was greeted by Darcy, who led them to the others and performed the requisite introductions. The Fitzwilliams were polite and courteous, though the earl, his elder son the viscount, and the viscount's wife seemed a bit standoffish in their reception. The air warmed considerably though upon the countess' gracious welcome of the newly arrived.

All of Jane's worries as to how she might be received by the colonel were quickly put to rest. As introductions were being performed, she saw him smile and wink at her. He then casually moved to a position that would allow him to be seated next her without declaring his intentions to the room.

Light conversation was shared by everyone until dinner was announced. Elizabeth was escorted by Darcy, and the rest of the obvious couples paired off, leaving the colonel to escort Jane and Georgiana.

Much like the dinner with the Blakeslees, this dinner too was informal, which allowed Jane to sit next to Richard while Georgiana took the end.

"Thank you," the colonel whispered in Jane's ear as he assisted her with her chair.

Jane looked up at him startled and then blushed, realizing he was referring to the hair pin. When he was seated, she whispered, "It should be I who thanks you." She dared a look at the colonel, who was smirking. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, she turned her attention to those sitting across from her, Lord Stephen Fitzwilliam, the colonel's older brother and her Uncle Gardiner.

Dinner conversation was light, but revolved primarily around Elizabeth, who politely answered a barrage of questions ranging from the size of their father's estate, to the number of family members, to taste in music.

After dinner, the gentlemen separated, while the ladies adjourned to the music room. When the gentlemen returned to the ladies, the colonel took a seat next to Jane. "You look lovely tonight, Miss Bennet," the colonel said lowly, so as not to be overheard. "I apologize; my duties have kept me from visiting before now."

Jane blushed and returned a shy smile. "I understand, but tonight I am not here for my own purposes." She glanced over at the pianoforte, where Georgiana and Elizabeth were preparing to play the duet they had been practicing.

Taking the hint, the colonel nodded. "Later, then."

The duet concluded with a round of applause, and an encore was requested. Though Elizabeth declined to play, she encouraged Georgiana to continue. At the end of that piece, Georgiana made her way to her brother and Elizabeth's side before another request could be made. With the performances over and conversation erupting in small groups, the colonel took up the conversation with Jane once again.

"I am very pleased to see you liked my gift," the colonel said softly.

"I thank you for it, Colonel, but it was most improper," Jane hissed back.

The colonel smirked. "More improper than your wearing it tonight?"

The blush that came over her touched the tips of her ears. The colonel, while knowing he should be apologetic for both his comment and the gift could not find himself so. He enjoyed being able to make Jane blush like that.

Recognizing, however, that others were present, and it would be unseemly to continue to make Jane blush, he changed the subject. In a louder, more conversational tone, he asked, "Have your adventures in London been successful?"

Jane nodded a bit too vigorously, thankful for a more neutral topic. "Indeed, though I think Lizzy tires of it already."

Colonel Fitzwilliam chuckled. "And I thought shopping was a sign of an accomplished lady. Why I can not think of a time Georgiana or my mother has refused a shopping trip."

With a pursing of her lips, Jane silently scolded him. Then she said, "Perhaps we do not tire of shopping in general. I believe my sister would prefer to shop for books and maps though, over lace and silk."

"Ah! She will definitely be a good match for my cousin then. They shall never leave the library of Pemberley." They both laughed.

"I hope they will be happy together." She let out a soft, hopeful sigh.

"You are still concerned they will not be?"

Jane tugged at her gloves nervously. "I believe their temperaments are well matched. I believe they will be content together. But..."

The colonel nodded in understanding. "But it is not a love match, and content is not the same as being in love."

"I did not mean... I..." Jane stuttered. "My sister cares deeply for your cousin, for both of them. She missed them over Christmas, and I believe she anticipated seeing them again, more than shopping for her trousseau." Afterwards, she dropped her eyes to her lap, embarrassed at having divulged such personal information about Elizabeth. The colonel's unaffected response helped put her back at ease.

"Enough of my cousin and your sister; what of you, Miss Bennet? Shall you marry the first eligible man that comes your way, or would you be happy with a penniless soldier?" he asked, trying to sound light-hearted, though he found it difficult to meet her eye.

Jane felt her cheeks grow warm. She could not believe the colonel was discussing such matters with her, and with his family within easy listening distance! Gathering her courage, she said, "If I loved him, it would not matter if he was a poor tenant on my father's estate or the Prince Regent. I plan to marry for love." She looked over at Elizabeth. "My sister's decision has made it so I do not need to be concerned for my future. For that I will always be grateful." She looked up at the colonel, her eyes filled with concern, and then dropped them to her lap once again. "I only hope she has not sacrificed too much."

Fitzwilliam was moved by the genuine concern Jane showed for Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth and Miss Bennet would prove to be excellent examples of young women for Georgiana. He nodded solemnly, but his heart did a little leap when Jane had declared she would only marry for love. He never believed her to be fortune hunter, and her last comment only confirmed it. "I believe they will be happy together," he said, trying to assure Jane. "My cousin cares for your sister greatly and is one of the best men I know."

"You still believe your cousin to be in love with my sister?" Jane asked, a little surprised at her own impertinence.

The colonel looked over at Darcy and Elizabeth who were in animated conversation with the earl and countess. "I do. Darcy believes he hides his feelings well, and to those who do not know him, he does. But he never smiles as much as when Miss Elizabeth is with him; and I have never seen him so anxious to leave Pemberley as he was after Christmas." With a light laugh, he added, "You should have seen his face when Georgiana received a letter from Elizabeth and he did not."

Jane shared in the colonel's amusement as her heart swelled with hope. She glanced over at Elizabeth, looking for similar signs of attachment, but did not see anything. Though, knowing Elizabeth was good at hiding her true feelings, she did not lose hope.

Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam was a happy man. Aside from the brief exchange with Mr. Gardiner, the evening had gone prodigiously well. Jane looked as radiant as ever, and she had worn the hairpin he had given her. Surely that was a good sign!

Tomorrow he would call on her; perhaps take her for a ride through the park. He would have to ask for Darcy's carriage, but did not foresee any problems with that. His cousin had often lent him a carriage for personal calls. If Darcy did object, he could always enlist Georgiana's help.

With a small groan, he recalled that before he called on Jane, he would first have to meet with Mr. Gardiner. The man had insisted on a private meeting at his warehouse. Without any other option, the colonel had agreed. It did not need to be said that the meeting concerned Jane. Either the man noticed the attentions he had given his niece that night, or he knew of his intentions to call on Jane. Either way, he could not refuse Mr. Gardiner's request.

He tried to formulate a plan on how to approach Jane's uncle. Mr. Gardiner was a smaller man, but the fierce look in his eye told Fitzwilliam he was not to be trifled with, especially when it came to the well being of his niece.

For all his years of analyzing and developing strategies though, he could not come up with one for meeting a displeased father figure. Tomorrow could prove to be most trying. What would he do if Mr. Gardiner refused to let him call on Jane? Would Jane abide by her uncle's wishes? Could he even ask Jane to go against her family?

He rubbed his forehead in frustration and then decided to turn in. Tomorrow he would be in a sorry state if he did not get some sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Posted on Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Colonel Fitzwilliam stood in his dressing room, looking over his uniform one more time. He had not taken such care in his dress since his first visit to see General Wellington. Today's visit was no less important though. Today, he would formally request permission to call on Jane from her uncle.

He had debated on what to wear to make such a call. Breeches and tailcoat would have been appropriate, but he was most comfortable in uniform. Recalling Mr. Gardiner's determined look, he opted for the uniform. The interview would be difficult enough; he did not need the added discomfort of being strangled by a poorly tied cravat. The uniform had the added benefit of making him look intimidating. Briefly, he regretted not having spoken to Mr. Bennet while he was at Longbourn. He had no doubt Mr. Bennet would have put up far less resistance to his request than Mr. Gardiner.

Nervously, he adjusted his white cross belts and sabre one last time, much to the annoyance of his sergeant. Then, pleased with his appearance, he dismissed the man and headed downstairs. At the last minute, he decided to take the back staircase, hoping to escape his mother's notice. Yet another benefit of the uniform; should he happen upon her, breeches and jacket would have piqued her interest and led to an inquisition; with the uniform, he could claim a call to duty, if asked.

Bingley sat in a chair at the club, watching the comings and goings while nursing a glass of port and smoking a cigar. Despite the fact it was not the most comfortable of chairs, he had chosen the seat specifically for its strategic position. From this view, he could see nearly everyone that entered without being observed. His hope was to run into Darcy. While normally he would have had no compunction about calling at Arryndale House without warning, after Caroline's visit, he could not take that risk.

For once, Caroline's never ending pursuit of Darcy had paid off, at least for him. He could not help the light chuckle that escaped as he recalled the tantrum she had thrown after her running into the Bennets while visiting Georgiana. It was one for the books; only the rampage that followed her discovery of Darcy's engagement had been more spectacular. He had not heard the details of what transpired that afternoon -- not that he listened with any interest -- only that Elizabeth and Jane had been present, and then there was something about Lady Matlock.

The important detail was the Bennets, specifically Jane Bennet, were in town. He suspected they would be frequent visitors of Arryndale House, and so to avoid seeing Miss Bennet, he would have to steer clear of that particular address. Despite telling himself he was no longer interested in that lady, he knew himself not ready to face her just yet.

Only a weather delay had prevented an incidental meeting with Miss Bennet thus far, and until Caroline's tirade, he had not appreciated the hidden blessing of the inclement weather. He had returned to London from visiting his relations in the north only two days after receiving Darcy's dinner invitation. At the time he was sorry to have missed it. Now, he was grateful he had, for he was certain the Bennets had been dinner guests that night.

Knowing that Miss Bennet was in London, the question was, how long did she plan to stay? Though unwelcome, more questions pertaining to that lady came. What was she doing now? Would she be visiting the theatre? Or perhaps the park? Where did she take her sister shopping? Would they visit Bond Street? Or perhaps a proprietor her uncle knew?

Recalling his decision to forget her, he shook his head angrily; as if the act would remove her from his memory altogether. Irritated with himself for his weakness, he checked his pocket watch. He had been lying in wait for two hours and had not seen Darcy. He shrugged, not entirely surprised. Irrespective of his success, it was time to leave.

He stood, ready to return home when he recalled Caroline had mentioned having Miss Sutton over for tea, again. He rolled his eyes and concluded his sister was simply daft when it came to the art of matchmaking. She pined away for Darcy for years, despite the lack of interest he exhibited in her. Now she was attempting to pair him with Miss Sutton, ignoring all his remarks about his lack of interest in her. Shaking his head slowly, he decided against home.

Stepping outside, he pulled his great coat close about him, to protect himself against a sudden cold bluster of wind. He paused on the front steps of the club while trying to decide where to go. What he really wanted to do was go shooting. Christmas up north had been utterly refreshing, and had rekindled his desire for an estate of his own. Over the holidays, he had focused his energies on riding, shooting, and his accounts. He had thought very little of marriage, London, and most importantly Miss Bennet.

Now, back in London, there were no such diversions; and the weight of his decision last November began to lean heavily on him again. He needed a distraction; something that would exhaust him both physically and mentally. Having had nothing better come to mind, he decided to head down to the fencing club. That idea had the added benefit of being a place Darcy frequented.

As he deftly dodged people, horses, and carriages, his thoughts once again directed themselves to Miss Bennet. How long could it take to shop for a trousseau? A week or two? Surely then, the Bennets would return to Hertfordshire. He shook his head again, and deliberately began to meditate on the young women at Almack's. With the risk of scandal of his last visit now abated, it was time for a re-appearance.

Shortly before the appointed time, Colonel Fitzwilliam walked rigidly into the warehouse that displayed the name Gardiner, along with a few other names, in cracked red paint above the doors. He took a deep, steadying breath before approaching one of the employees for Mr. Gardiner's whereabouts.

A young boy pointed him in the direction of a second floor office.

Having a few minutes, the colonel walked calmly in the direction the boy indicated while taking in the contents of the warehouse. Most of it was shipping crates, but there were also a few pieces of furniture still covered in protective cloth. The place appeared clean, but the air was filled with a mixture of the musty scent of an attic and the salt of the docks.

When Colonel Fitzwilliam reached the indicated office, he was greeted politely by Mr. Gardiner. After exchanging general pleasantries, the colonel was offered a seat.

He sat and took a moment to look around the office, trying to take in clues about the man in front of him. The desk was covered in stacks of papers and books, though everything appeared labelled. Organized piles was perhaps the best way to describe it. The furnishings in the office were comfortable, but showed their age in their finishing. Aside from the desk, the remainder of the office was clean, neat, and organized. A couple bookshelves stood against the back wall, filled with ledgers, circulars, and other books. A file cabinet sat along the side wall, and a large safe behind the desk in the corner.

All in the all, he had gleaned little about the man in front of him that would help him in today's endeavour. Mr. Gardiner appeared to be a pragmatic tradesman. He was not wealthy, but knew his business. He preferred comfort over the appearance of luxury. Unfortunately, these things would most likely have little bearing on today's conversation.

"Now then, Colonel. You can be at no loss as to why I have requested your presence here this morning," Mr. Gardiner opened.

"No sir, I am not."

Mr. Gardiner smiled appreciatively. The colonel was not going to try and skirt the issue. He took it as a good sign. "Good, then we can get down to business." He lightly cleared his throat. "I understand you have asked permission to call on my niece, Jane."

"I have, sir, and I am pleased she has consented to receive me."

Having agreement on the most basic fact, Mr. Gardiner continued. "It was my impression that a gentleman was to receive permission from the girl's father as well." The friendly mien with which he greeted the colonel had vanished, and was replaced by fiery protectiveness.

The sudden change in the man before him caused the colonel visibly swallow. As much as he had tried to prepare himself for this moment, it had not been enough. He had not felt so awkward since he was a young lieutenant; chastised by his commanding officer for starting a brawl in the mess area. With ruddy cheeks and a guilty look, he said, "Forgive me, sir. In my joy at receiving Miss Bennet's consent, and my haste in responding to my cousin's call, I seem to have forgotten that step. I hope to clarify that point with you today, as Miss Bennet's uncle."

Mr. Gardiner leaned back in his chair and studied the man before him for a moment. He was not much younger than himself, perhaps five years or so. With a little sympathy, he recalled being in the colonel's position when he sought consent from his father-in-law to court his daughter. He certainly recalled the nervousness in approaching her father. Still, it was no excuse for a breach of propriety, especially something as grave as sending a gift. With his face still unrelenting, he said, "And your excuse for the gift you gave my niece? Surely, that was not done unthinkingly."

The colonel blanched. Her uncle had learned about the gift. He had hoped the family had only learned of his interest in Miss Bennet. "I have no excuse, sir. I have overstepped my bounds." As much as he tried, he could not sound repentant. He truly did not feel remorse for sending the gift to Jane. When he had seen it in the shop, he immediately thought of her. He bought it with the intention of giving it to Georgiana, but the longer he looked at it, he could not bring himself to do so. It belonged to Jane.

"You are aware of the implications behind such a gift, are you not?" Mr. Gardiner barked. His eyes narrowed, and his face grew harder. "Tell me, Colonel Fitzwilliam, what are your intentions with my niece?"

Only his years of a practiced military discipline kept Fitzwilliam in his seat. The tension in his muscles from the confrontation, magnified by his anxiety, begged to be released. With a slow breath and a determined look, he said, "I admire Miss Bennet a great deal. She is a strong, kind hearted, sincere woman. Though I do not have as much to offer her as my cousin, I do hope I will be fortunate enough to win her heart."

Mr. Gardiner stared at the man in front of him, taking in his words and assessing the sincerity of his statement. The young man seemed sincere, but a flash of light reflecting from the colonel's uniform reminded him that he was not dealing with a young lad of Hertfordshire. The colonel was an experienced man of the world. "You claim to admire my niece, and yet you do not respect her enough to guard her reputation."

The first feelings of remorse pricked the colonel's conscience. He dropped his eyes repentantly. "It was not my intention to disrespect or damage her reputation. My acquaintance with Miss Bennet was not long, and I only wished to assure her my sentiments remained constant. It will not happen again."

Mr. Gardiner nodded one in acceptance. "May I ask, Colonel, did your cousin, Mr. Darcy, know about this ‘assurance'?"

Fitzwilliam had the grace to blush. "He did not." At that moment he was thankful he had not asked Darcy to stowaway the gift. He would not have been able to lie to Jane's uncle, and it would have reflected poorly on Darcy. With a smirk, he added, "Training as a soldier does provide some benefits."

While he did not voice his amusement, the smirk on Mr. Gardiner's face could be easily interpreted. "Again, Colonel, I must ask what are your intentions?"

Drawing himself up in his chair, Colonel Fitzwilliam replied, "My intentions are honourable, sir. With your permission, I wish to call on Miss Bennet as often as she and my duties permit."

"And when you are called away on duty? You will leave her behind waiting and wondering?"

Fitzwilliam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He too had been wondering what would become of Miss Bennet if he was called to duty, or specifically the continent. "I hope my duties keep me near London. If not, I hope to be fortunate enough to secure her affections before then, sir. If I am, I shall discuss the issue with Miss Bennet."

"As you are apparently aware, my niece has been crossed in love once. I cannot say I am happy about the prospect of her being courted by a man, who could on any given day be called to the continent."

For the first time in his life did Colonel Fitzwilliam curse the fact that he was a second son. He had been only too happy give up the responsibilities of the earldom, and the restrictions it placed on his elder brother. He would inherit enough to live on, and he enjoyed life in the army. He may not always have the creature comforts his brother or his cousin had, but life in the army was satisfying. Until now, that is. Would his career now prevent him from courting the one woman who had piqued his interest beyond a passing infatuation? He closed his eyes for a moment, forming a response. "Mr. Gardiner, I will not promise something I may not be able to deliver. I can only say this. I greatly admire your niece, and would never do something intentionally to hurt her. I would never trifle with her affections. All I ask is a chance for Miss Bennet to get to know me. If she decides she can not abide with a penniless soldier, I will accept that."

"Are you saying if my niece decided against you, you would leave her in peace?"

Unable to help himself, the colonel inhaled sharply. The very idea of Jane rejecting him was painful. Nonetheless, he was a gentleman, and it was the proper thing to do. "I give you my word, sir."

Mr. Gardiner dropped his head in acceptance. "One more thing, Colonel." He paused for a moment. "What has your family to say about your interest in my niece? As a second son with a family that is a member of the peerage, surely you are expected to make a match with a woman of great fortune and connections. Despite Lizzy's match, Jane still has a very small dowry and her only marked connection is your own cousin."

"My family does not know of my interest in Miss Bennet, nor will I ask their permission to court a lady. Being a second son, I am afforded more freedoms in that regard. It is hoped I will make a good match, but it is not required of me. I will not pretend that Miss Bennet, should I be fortunate to win her affection, will live in luxury like her sister, but between my commission and my inheritance, we shall be comfortable."

"And if your family decides against the match and disinherits you?"

This gave the colonel pause. Being disinherited was always a possibility, especially with his father's temper. After only a second's worth of thought, he realized that even if he was, it would not be enough to deter him from his goal, winning the affections of Miss Bennet. He would find a way to provide for them. "It will make things more difficult for us, but I shall leave it up to Miss Bennet to determine what she wishes."

Despite his reservations, Mr. Gardiner could find no fault with the man. Both Jane and he were entering the relationship as adults, and with an understanding of their respective situations. "Very well, Colonel. I give you my permission to call on my niece." With a sterner tone, he added, "But be forewarned, I will not look favourably upon any further breaches of propriety."

The colonel visibly exhaled, and with that breath, released the tension he had been feeling since he first entered the warehouse. "I understand, and thank you, sir."

With a smile, Mr. Gardiner added, "I have it on good authority, my wife and my niece will be out today." He saw with some amusement the crestfallen look of the colonel. "However, if you wish me to deliver a message to them, I will be happy to do so."

The colonel refrained from the urge to scowl. True or not, Mr. Gardiner had made the statement only to press his point, and he did not like it one bit. Nonetheless, what choice did he have? "If it is not inconvenient for them, I should like to call tomorrow morning; perhaps around ten?"

Mr. Gardiner nodded his approval. "I will convey your message."

Jane's uncle had spoken truthfully when he said his wife and niece were out. At the moment the gentlemen were speaking, Jane was busy reading to a gathering of children of all ages.

Like her previous visits to the Gardiner's, Jane accompanied her aunt to a group home for the Chelsea Out-Pensioners. The residents of the home were families of wounded and disabled soldiers. The pension provided by the Royal Hospital was not enough to support a family on their own, but by pooling their resources, the families were able to provide the bare necessities. Her aunt had become involved in the home several years before, after hearing a native of her home town, Lambton, was convalescing there.

The first thing that struck Jane upon her arrival this time, was the increased number of children present. "Their numbers are increasing, despite the lack of room," Aunt Gardiner said. "It is the only way for some of the families to avoid starvation."

While she read, Jane scanned the faces of the children who were looking at her in rapt attention. While their faces were clean, their clothes showed dirt that was at least a few days old, and they were often in disrepair.

A little girl, no more than six, sitting near her feet caught her eye. The girl's hair was matted from the lack of brushing, and her dress had several noticeable patches in it. Her once white stockings were now grey and slumped about her ankles, and her shoes were well worn and cracked. She looked up at Jane while clutching a rag doll to her chest. The doll was missing both of its button eyes, and the yarn hair had clumps missing. It wore no dress, and Jane could see places where the doll, too, had been repaired with a needle and thread. With some sadness, Jane realized the doll was probably the girl's only possession; the only thing she owned in the world. Despite her lot in life, the little girl's eyes twinkled with intrigue and happiness as she listened to the story.

And she is one of the fortunate ones, Jane thought, recalling the words of her aunt. "These ones at least have food in their belly," her aunt had said.

With some amusement, her mother's wailings of poverty, doom, and hedgerows echoed in her head. It was true, they may have to leave Longbourn, but her family would never be in the same situation as the families here. She and her sisters may have to depend on the charity of their family, but never on the goodness of complete strangers. They would always have a good meal on the table, clean clothes, and truly want for nothing but perhaps a little privacy.

Jane's natural goodness shined through, and her heart ached for these children. It seemed like such a small sacrifice on her end to give up a few of her days here in London to spend with those who were quite starved for attention. If only more could be done for them, she thought.

Now, back on Gracechurch though, Jane's thoughts were directed towards a different house that sheltered a particular gentleman that served in his majesty's service; one in the fashionable area of town, and far more elaborate than the charity house.

When her aunt and she arrived back home, Uncle Gardiner relayed the colonel's message and the outcome of the discussion. Relieved, Jane was ready to admit the visit to the charity house had served as a wonderful distraction. Had she been left to her own devices, she likely would have worked herself into a bundle of nerves contemplating the meeting between Colonel Fitzwilliam and her uncle. She smiled, knowing her aunt had carefully engineered today's visit to the hospital for just that reason.

As it was, she had spent a great deal of time thinking about that meeting before she had left for the charity house. She knew Uncle Gardiner had not been pleased about the gift, and she was concerned her uncle would scare off Colonel Fitzwilliam. At the same time, she had to laugh at the idea of her uncle scaring an officer of the regulars; a man who had faced death itself. Mr. Gardiner was one of the most docile men she knew, next to her father. She had seen him angry but a handful of times, and even then, she did not believe him capable of violence. Still, she had hoped her uncle would not be too harsh on him for sending her a gift.

The dinner the previous night had done a great deal to assuage her anxiety over the gentleman caller. It was readily apparent to her that his affections had not waned during the separation; and with some surprise, she acknowledged she felt excitement at his promise to call tomorrow.

Chapter Sixteen

Posted on Tuesday, 26 February 2008

The following morning, as promised, Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived at Gracechurch Street. He shook his head as he noted it was a quarter past ten; fifteen minutes later than the time he had agreed upon with Mr. Gardiner. There was nothing for it though; he had received an urgent communication from one of his lieutenants that morning, which required an immediate response.

After tethering his horse and straightening his uniform, he approached the heavy wooden door belonging to the Gardiners. As he did so, he could not help looking around. The house was a far cry from those in the fashionable side of town, but he had certainly seen worse. Indeed, his duties often led him to gaming dens and seedier sides of town.

Aside from the proximity of the neighbouring houses and the general size of the homes, he could see nothing wrong with the area. It was fairly clean, and the buildings all appeared in good repair. To add to the charm of the area, across the street was a park, filled with children and their caretakers, even at this early hour.

He knocked on the door and handed his card to the servant that opened it. The servant glanced at the card and immediately ushered the colonel into a small sitting room. "Colonel Fitzwilliam," he announced.

As he entered the room, he was surprised to find Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley already in the company of Elizabeth, Jane and Mrs. Gardiner. After an exchange of curtsies and bows, Georgiana asked with alarm, "Cousin, what brings you here? Where is Fitzwilliam? Has something happened to him?"

The colonel smiled with a slight blush. "Do not fret, Pea Head. I am certain Darcy is fine. I was not aware you were calling this morning."

"Then he did not send you?" Georgiana asked with a knitted brow.

By now, Jane's cheeks were crimson and the colonel's were nearing the colour of his uniform. Both were forever grateful when Elizabeth chimed in and said, "The weather appears most inviting. Let us take a stroll in the park." She turned to her aunt. "Perhaps Samantha and Jonathan would like to accompany us if they are done with their lessons."

"I believe they would like that very much." Aunt Gardiner went to gather her eldest children.

"But Fitzwilliam will be here soon, will he not?" Georgiana asked, still curious about her cousin's sudden appearance.

"My aunt will inform him of our whereabouts if we have not returned."

With little other choice, Georgiana accompanied the others out of doors.

As soon as they were outside, the colonel offered Jane his arm, and was pleased to see Elizabeth secure Georgiana, Mrs. Annesley, and the children in her company. He had not expected having to explain himself to either of his cousins just yet. However, seeing he could no longer avoid it, he at least needed to speak with Miss Bennet on the subject.

"My uncle mentioned you called on him yesterday," Jane opened, nervously. "I hope he was not too harsh on you."

The colonel lightly cleared his throat. He felt a nervous flush wash through him, though whether it was from the memory of the uncomfortable interview, or the feel of Jane's hand in the crook of his arm, he did not know. "No more than he should have been," Fitzwilliam replied diplomatically.

"I apologize for not informing you of my uncle's knowledge of the gift."

"No apology is necessary, Miss Bennet. It was entirely my doing."

There was an awkward silence for several moments as each searched for a more comfortable topic. Impulsively, Jane looked back to see where the others had gone; she found them meandering slowly several paces behind. "Your cousin is not aware of your..." she faltered and blushed, uncertain of the words to use.

"My attachment to you," the colonel finished, causing Jane to flush more deeply. "No. I have not informed anyone in my family, though I suspect Darcy may have an idea."

Jane nodded and creased her brow. What did that mean? Why would he not tell his family? Was he embarrassed by her low status? Though she was tempted to ask, it was far too bold of a question. Instead, she comforted herself with the notion that, being unsure of her own heart, it really was for the best they did not know. Should things not work out, the fewer people who knew, the better. She did not want to cause the colonel any undue embarrassment. "I have only told my aunt and uncle, and I told Lizzy only last night."

"And did your sister have any objections?"

Jane smiled shyly. It pleased her that the opinion of her family mattered to him. "Lizzy was certainly surprised, but she had no objections. Indeed, she spoke very highly of you."

To avoid blushing, he asked, "I assume your uncle will write your father, or would you prefer I write for his permission to call on you?"

Uncertain of how to respond, she bit her lower lip. Knowing her father, he would say little and find the need to respond more tedious than anything. "My uncle will most likely inform him."

Changing the subject, he said, "My cousin Darcy is expected later today?"

Jane smiled, thankful for the new topic. "Yes. He escorted Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley this morning. He is to return in time for lunch."

"I see. He is a frequent visitor then?"

"Frequent enough. He is engaged to my sister."

"It appears he is playing the role of a besotted suitor quite admirably then," he said, almost to himself. Then, changing the topic yet again, he asked, "I understand you were out with your aunt yesterday."

Jane felt a blush creeping into her cheeks and replied demurely, "We had some calls to make." Uncertain of her own feelings for the colonel, she did not feel comfortable telling him about the group home she had visited. With the connection to his career, she was afraid it would imply more than she wished.

"And have you had much time to visit London's attractions?"

"I have not; other than yesterday, my activities have primarily consisted of shopping for Lizzy's trousseau and looking after my cousins."

"And what is to be your reward for such loyalty?" Fitzwilliam asked with a light chuckle.

"Time with my dearest sister; though we are to attend the theatre in two days time."

Fitzwilliam's brow creased. He would be unable to attend as he had to oversee a delivery of weaponry -- a development that arose only this morning. "Blast!" the colonel muttered heatedly, and then reddened remembering the lady on his arm. "Forgive my language, Miss Bennet. My cousin had not informed me of his plans, and I am only disappointed I will be unable to escort you."

After the initial shock of the colonel's curse wore off, she said quietly, "It was not the work of your cousin, sir. We attend at the behest of Lord Blakeslee."

Colonel Fitzwilliam's step faltered for a moment from the surprise of the news. He was well aware of the way Lord Blakeslee worked, and had no doubt the man would find Jane attractive. "You have met his Lordship?"

Even though the invitation had been accepted with innocent intentions, she nodded shyly, and could not help the twinge of guilt she felt. "The second night we were in London. He and his family dined with us at Arryndale House."

"Yes," the colonel muttered ill temperedly. "My duties had me elsewhere, as they will for the next few days."

Jane felt strangely disappointed at the news the colonel was again leaving London. At the same time though, she was somewhat relieved he would be unable to attend the theatre. The uncertainty of her feelings towards both gentlemen was awkward enough; she did not think she could handle seeing the two of them together. Deciding it was best to change the subject, she said. "Perhaps we should turn back. I would not wish to keep Mr. Darcy waiting too long."

"May I call on you again when I return from my duties?" Fitzwilliam asked as they turned back towards the house.

She shyly looked up at him, and the earnestness of his countenance caused her breath to catch. Despite the imposing uniform, he looked like a boy anticipating a present. Suddenly, the words of her aunt came back to her. "Colonel," Jane said hesitantly, stopping them both, "I would not wish to falsely lead you on." She winced at the pained expression that came over his face and her courage almost faltered. Only knowing a little pain now could save him from heartache down the road, held her to her course. "I think you should know that while I am thankful for your friendship, and am flattered by your attentions, at the moment I am unable to return them with equal emotion."

Fitzwilliam swallowed hard, but it was not enough to remove the lump that had settled in his throat. He had known all along that she was still healing from the wound Bingley had inflicted. Still, the logic of the situation did not dampen the pain of hearing those words. "I understand, Miss Bennet." They continued on their way back to the house in silence. After a few moments, he stopped them again and asked, "Miss Bennet, forgive me, but I must know. Have you decided against me, or do you simply need more time?" He held his breath, waiting for her answer. If she was decided against him, he would have to leave her in peace; he had given his word, and he was a gentleman. Yet at the moment, he had no idea how he would carry that through. How could he allow today's visit to be his last, when everything in him begged to be near her.

Wishing to allay his fears, Jane smiled sympathetically and said, "I am not decided against you. It is only I am unsure of myself, and do not wish to hurt you. I do enjoy your company, but whether it is something more, I can not say."

A wave of relief washed over the colonel, and he exhaled forcibly. It would take work and time, but he could still win her. "I would not wish you to rush you, Miss Bennet. All I ask is to be allowed to continue to call upon you while you are undecided." He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. Softly he said, "Bingley was a fool. I shall not make his mistake. I am willing to wait for your heart to make its decision."

The heartfelt sincerity of his statement caused Jane to blush from her bosom to her hair. She was grateful when the gentleman placed her hand in the crook of his arm and set off towards the house again, sparing her the necessity of saying anything more.

When they returned to the house, instead of meeting Darcy, a note for Elizabeth had arrived with his apologies for not being able to make lunch. Though Elizabeth and Georgiana were disappointed by the development, Colonel Fitzwilliam was quite pleased. After his discussion with Jane only moments before, he was not ready for the inquisition from his cousin that would naturally occur. There were simply too many unanswered questions between him and Jane.

While he had no doubt Georgiana would tell her brother of his arrival at the Gardiners, Darcy's absence today would make it easy to put off the inevitable for a little while longer. Perhaps by then, Miss Bennet would be more receptive, and he could speak with more confidence.

The following day, Elizabeth and Jane were walking along Bond Street. They were to meet Aunt Gardiner for lunch after spending some time pursuing the antiques and booksellers. Jane and Elizabeth were happily conversing as they exited The Exchange. Not paying much heed to where they were walking, they almost literally ran into Lord Blakeslee. "Lord Blakeslee," the two greeted in unison with a small curtsey.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth," Lord Blakeslee returned with a bow. "What brings you ladies out on such a fine day?"

"Must one always have a reason to wander the streets of London? Is not the fine weather reason enough to be about?" Elizabeth asked teasingly.

Blakeslee bowed. "You are of course correct, Miss Elizabeth. The weather is a fine excuse." His smirk, gave away his amused thoughts.

"We have finished our shopping and were about to meet our aunt for lunch, milord" Jane offered, answering Lord Blakeslee's question more politely.

"Might I have the pleasure of escorting you then?" he said, offering each an arm. He looked around for a carriage. "Are you to go far? Shall I call for a carriage?"

"Thank you, but a carriage is not necessary; it is only a few blocks.," Jane answered.

The three set off down the street, chatting. When they turned the corner they were startled to see Darcy, Bingley and another young lady they did not recognize.

"Darcy!" Blakeslee greeted. "I seem to have found something of yours," he jested.

Darcy nodded and placed a kiss on Elizabeth's hand. "Blakeslee. I thank you for taking such prodigious care of my betrothed -- even without my asking." He levelled a friendly warning look at his friend.

Blakeslee laughed. "I found a little something for myself as well," he added. He patted Jane's hand affectionately and bestowed such a warm smile upon her, it caused Jane to blush.

At the exchange, Bingley's face flushed and he clenched his jaw. He had been going out of his way to avoid seeing the Bennets. He knew a meeting was inevitable, but when they did meet, the last thing he expected was to see Miss Bennet on the arm of another man. "Lord Blakeslee," he greeted stiffly. "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth."

"Mr. Bingley," Jane and Elizabeth greeted in unison. Upon seeing Bingley, Jane felt her blood drain to her feet. She could not help but notice the beautiful woman on Mr. Bingley's arm. By the look of her gown and the broach she wore, it was obvious she came from a family of fortune; and by the closeness with which she stood next to Bingley, she was staking her claim on the man.

An awkward moment of silence descended on the group. "Mr. Bingley, would you introduce us to your friend?" Blakeslee said cheerfully.

Bingely started, but then performed introductions with a steadiness he did not feel. "Lord Blakeslee, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet, may I present Miss Crandall. Miss Crandall, Lord Blakeslee, Miss Elizabeth, Darcy's fiancée, and her sister Miss Bennet."

Miss Crandall was about four inches shorter than Bingley, with honey gold curls that peeked out from beneath her bonnet. Her eyes were a pretty azure blue and her skin a perfect milky white. She wore a pretty yellow gown that seemed to compliment Bingley's blue jacket and waistcoat perfectly. No one who saw them could deny the two made a handsome couple.

Lord Blakeslee bowed. The Bennet sisters curtsied, and Miss Crandall returned the pleasantries.

Crandall. Jane repeated silently to herself trying to remember the name Miss Bingley had mentioned the other day. She started, when she recalled Miss Bingley had mentioned a Miss Seaton... or Sutton... something definitely not Crandall. Lizzy has been right all along. He truly is incapable of any constancy. While she thought this would make her feel better, it did not.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Bingley cleared his throat. "Forgive the tardiness, but allow me to offer you my congratulations to you both on Miss Elizabeth's engagement," Bingley said politely.

Jane was struck by the hint of bitterness she detected in his voice, but gave it little thought.

"Thank you, Mr. Bingley," Elizabeth said, and then turned to her intended. "Mr. Darcy, what brings you and Mr. Bingley out today?"

Darcy turned his attention to Elizabeth, who had placed her hand on his arm. "Bingley and I are headed to Boodle's for lunch, after we escort Miss Crandall to meet her brother. But..."

Elizabeth interrupted him. "There is no need to change your plans. We are to meet my aunt for lunch. We happened upon Lord Blakeslee at the bookstore, and he has been kind enough to offer his escort."

"I am glad to see you are in excellent hands, and I will not delay you any further," Darcy answered.

Blakeslee smiled cheerfully. "Well then, I must see to my charges before their aunt wonders what has become of them." As the threesome started to move again, Wesley called back teasing, "Have no fear Darcy. I shall take excellent care of your fiancée."

"Then it will be pistols at dawn, my friend," Darcy quipped.

The rest of the way to Boodle's was traversed in silence. The only words spoken were when Darcy and Bingley took their leave of Miss Crandall. Once the two gentlemen were seated at the club, however, Bingley hissed out, "Why did you not tell me they would be on Bond Street today?"

Darcy looked askance at his friend. "I only knew Miss Elizabeth and her sister to be out shopping today; and from the way you had Miss Crandall hanging on your arm, I am surprised it matters."

With a deep scowl, Bingley said, "You could have told me they were out shopping today." Darcy snorted at his friend's petulance, which Bingley dismissed. "Lord Blakeslee. He is courting Miss Bennet?"

Taking a moment to study his friend's demeanour, Darcy did not immediately respond. Finally, he said, "He has shown her some attention."

Bingley nodded, his blood unreasonably boiling. He knew he should not be so concerned. He had decided against Miss Bennet had he not? "Is anyone courting her?" he asked trying to sound more indifferent than he felt.

"I could not say. Miss Elizabeth has not informed me of anyone asking her father's permission to court Miss Bennet," Darcy said after a moment's thought.

The vague and elusive answer only raised Bingley's ire. His friend was being purposefully precise in his wording. Unfortunately, before Bingley could ask anything more, they were interrupted by another mutual friend, Mr. Woodall.

The walk to the café was as quiet as the gentlemen's walk to Boodles; at least what Jane could remember of it.

Business indeed! What a fool I was to attach myself with such a man. He quite obviously has no further interest in me! She could not help but feel a little hurt at the evidence of how quickly his affections had transferred. Lizzy was correct. I was nothing more than a pretty distraction for him. She felt her face grow warm with shame.

She was only slightly mollified recalling that she was not the only one who had apparently lost his affections so quickly. She began to sympathize with Miss Sutton, though they had never met.

She looked up at the man whose arm she held. He was tall, handsome, gallant, and friendly. Suddenly, Elizabeth's question from the other evening rang through her head. "And should either of them make you an offer?" Would she accept an offer from Lord Blakeslee? He was Darcy's good friend, which spoke highly of him. He could provide well for her and her family. But I do not love him. She laughed at the direction of her thoughts. This was only their second meeting. It would take several more meetings to determine his character. Not only that, but he had not shown her any particular interest. He had been friendly, and perhaps a little flirtatious, but had done little to single her out or declare himself. Until such time, there was little reason to speculate - no matter how Elizabeth might tease her.

Her mind returned to Bingley. Now that the first meeting was over, and she had seen for herself Mr. Bingley's true nature, she felt somewhat relieved. She had the confirmation she had wanted, and knew with certainty there could be nothing between herself and Mr. Bingley. It made her even more determined to forget him. She would open herself up to other prospects. This time, however, she would not be such a fool. She would be cautious, as Elizabeth had warned her to be with Bingley. She would not give her heart so freely and so completely next time.

"Darcy! Bingley!" Mr. Woodall greeted. "How good to see you."

Darcy and Bingley both stood to greet their friend and then invited him to join them. ‘

"Allow me to offer you my congratulations on your engagement, Darcy." After Darcy nodded deeply in acceptance, Woodall turned to Bingley. "I had the pleasure of seeing your sister today, Bingley, when she called on my own." With a light laugh he added, "I believe the two of them were commiserating over the loss of Darcy's bachelorhood. Though, your sister mentioned something about an estate in Hertfordshire?"

Bingley smiled wanly. "I was leasing an estate there, but found it not to my liking."

"Then you are looking for a new one?" Woodall asked.

Ignoring Darcy's surprised look, Bingley nodded in affirmation. Despite what Darcy had suggested about returning in the spring, he knew he could not return to Netherfield, especially knowing Lord Blakeslee was courting Jane. "Your wife is in good health?" Bingley asked, changing the subject.

Woodall brightened. "She is. We expect her time to come very soon."

Darcy raised his glass. "My congratulations and best wishes then for the health of both her and the babe." Bingley mimicked Darcy's actions.

"Thank you," Mr. Woodall replied. "Now then, Darcy, my wife and sister would never forgive me if I do not at least attempt to pry the details of your engagement and wedding from you."

Darcy shook his head in false dismay. "I am certain Miss Bingley will provide your sister all the details." He paused for a moment before continuing. "However, so you do not go home empty handed, my betrothed is Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Her father was a friend of my father and Miss Elizabeth was his goddaughter. We are to be married in April from my bride's home in Hertfordshire. After our wedding trip, we shall spend the Season in town."

Bingley listened in a stunned stupor. Since when did Darcy become so free with information about his private life? He did not have much time to consider this change though, as the conversation continued.

"I look forward to meeting her, though with my wife's condition, it may be some time."

"Both my betrothed and I will be in London until the wedding nears. Send ‘round your card."

Hearing Darcy's last statement caused Bingley a great deal of alarm. According to Darcy, the Miss Bennets would be in London for at least another month. He could not possibly avoid Darcy as he had been for another month without raising serious questions. Yet if he was to avoid the Bennets, that is precisely what he would have to do.

After another moment's thought, he chastised himself. He was over her. He only needed to work a little harder to put her out of his mind. Then, he could meet all of the Bennets with complete indifference. Now that the first meeting was over, and Miss Bennet had moved on, so could he.

Late that afternoon, back on Gracechurch Street, Jane stared out the window of the sitting room, watching the gentle rain pelt the cobblestone road in front of the Gardiner's house. She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her aunt enter the room.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Aunt Gardiner asked after finally gaining Jane's attention. She had noticed how quiet Jane had been through lunch, and something was obviously still troubling her. It was not like Jane to stare idly out the window.

"I am fine," Jane said, though her troubled eyes betrayed her.

"Then, may I ask how your walk with the colonel yesterday went?"

Jane blushed a little. "I followed your advice and told him I needed more time to sort through my feelings." She was rewarded by an approving smile from her aunt. "He was disappointed, but said he understood. He also wishes to continue to call on me."

"And this is what has you so preoccupied?"

Jane shook her head. She could never lie, especially to her aunt. Quietly she said, "I saw Mr. Bingley earlier today; just before lunch."

"Oh!" Aunt Gardiner replied, in surprise. Recovering quickly she said, "I imagine that was awkward."

"He was with Mr. Darcy." In a low mumble, she added, "And Miss Crandall."

"Miss Crandall?" Aunt Gardiner asked, sitting up in alarm. "Mr. Darcy was with Miss Crandall?"

Realizing her aunt had misinterpreted her statement, Jane's eyes widened. "No! Mr. Bingley was escorting Miss Crandall. Mr. Darcy would never hurt Lizzy like that."

Her aunt visibly relaxed. "I see." After a moment she asked, "And did he see you with Lord Blakeslee." Jane nodded. "That must have been quite uncomfortable for the both of you, I imagine."

Having never considered what Bingley might have thought of seeing her with Lord Blakeslee, Jane was silent for several moments. Then, deciding it no longer mattered what Mr. Bingley thought, she said, "Mr. Darcy and Lizzy were right. I was merely a diversion for Mr. Bingley during his stay at Netherfield. I should have heeded their warning." She shook her head sadly. "It appears I am not alone though. Do you recall Miss Bingley mentioned only last week that he was interested in a Miss Sutton." When her Aunt nodded, Jane let out a soft sigh. "I was such a fool."

Aunt Gardiner patted her niece's hand sympathetically. "We are all fools in love." Realizing a different topic was needed to break Jane of her melancholy, she then asked, "Are you looking forward to the theatre tomorrow evening?"

"I am."

"I understand from Mr. Darcy, Lord Blakeslee has been a long time friend of his and the colonel's." She watched Jane for her reaction.

"The colonel has been called away for a few days on duty."

"How providential," Aunt Gardiner remarked. She noticed the way Jane shifted uncomfortably, and knew her niece comprehended her meaning. "Do not lead them on too long. When you have made your decision, you must tell them both. They will understand."

Jane sighed heavily. "Perhaps it would be best if I did not show interest in either one. I would not wish to come between long standing friends."

Aunt Gardiner smiled and patted Jane's hand. "Lizzy is right, you are too good." At Jane's pursed lips, she added. "They are grown men, Jane. It is unlikely you will be able to affect their friendship much, so long as you do not lead them both on excessively. I suggest you enjoy your evening tomorrow and think on this later."

With that, she left Jane to think about all that they had discussed. She had never imagined Jane to be in such a situation; having two gentlemen callers, while still mourning the loss of a third. She shook her head slowly and was grateful her days of courtship had been far less turbulent.

Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Tuesday, 4 March 2008

The night of the theatre finally arrived. It had been decided that they would use Lord Blakeslee's box, but then return to Darcy's townhouse for a late evening meal. Between the Blakeslees, Darcys, Gardiners, and Bennets, the box would be nearly full.

Jane dressed with special care that evening, donning her new white evening gown that was trimmed with a small coquelicot braided ribbon. The colour was bit bold for her, but both Elizabeth and her aunt had remarked on how well it looked on her.

Seeing her reflection as she watched her aunt's maid Joyce weave a matching ribbon into her hair, she had to agree.

"There you are, miss," Joyce said, with a tentative smile. "I ain't never done hair for bein' in the company of a lord though." She waited anxiously for Jane to state her approval.

Jane turned her head one way, then the other, to measure the full effect of her hair style. Joyce had done an admirable job, though whether it was good enough for the company of a lord, Jane did not know either. So, with a pleased smile, she said, "It is lovely, Joyce. Thank you."

After dismissing the maid, Jane took another long look at herself in the mirror. She pinched her cheeks to bring a little colour to them, and wondered if a little rouge would be in order. Realizing what she had considered, she felt herself flush. First coquelicot, and then rouge! You are no better than Lydia, Jane Bennet.

She turned to see Joyce helping Elizabeth put on a necklace. "Oh, Lizzy!" she exclaimed. "That emerald matches beautifully with your gown." Her sister was wearing a white silk gown trimmed in emerald green and gold embroidery.

Elizabeth pressed a hand over the emerald pendant that now hung from her neck. "I fear it is all people will notice."

Smiling at her sister's modesty, Jane replied, "It was very thoughtful of Mr. Darcy." With a small giggle she added, "Mama was right." Using her best imitation of her mother's voice she said, "What jewels you shall have!"

This caused the two girls to dissolve into a fit of giggles and dispelled any apprehension either of them were feeling about the evening. Though neither of them had said as much, both were a bit nervous. It was Elizabeth's first public outing with Darcy since their engagement, and only the second time Jane had seen Lord Blakeslee since the dinner at Arryndale; though the first time was of such a short duration, it could hardly be counted.

At the appointed hour, the Darcy coach ground to a halt in front of the Gardiners' home. To everyone's surprise, only Lord Blakeslee and Darcy were announced. It was explained that Georgiana had ridden ahead in the Blakeslee coach, with Julian and the dowager.

After Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were greeted by the gentlemen, and while Darcy greeted his fiancée, Lord Blakeslee stepped forward and greeted Jane. "Miss Bennet," he said, bowing over her hand. "May I tell you how lovely you look this evening?" Jane blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, milord."

The emergence of servants to assist with cloaks, gloves, and muffs put an end to anything else they might have said to each other.

As planned, the party arrived very shortly before the start of the performance. Georgiana greeted Elizabeth and Jane with as much excitement as she would permit herself in such a setting. After disposing of their cloaks, the Gardiners, along with Darcy and Elizabeth and the Dowager Countess, took seats near the back of the box, allowing Jane and Lord Blakeslee to sit in the front row next to Georgiana and Julian. Before long, the curtain was raised and the music began.

Jane had never been a great studier of music. There were pieces she enjoyed, and she could recognize the ones often played at assemblies or dinners. The nuances of a particular piece however were usually beyond her. Even so, she could hear the superior quality of the musicians compared to what she had been accustomed to hearing in Meryton.

Not being an ardent music lover, however, Jane found herself easily distracted. She spent a great deal of time discreetly looking around the theatre, examining the gowns, hair styles, and adornments of the other women. From her vantage point, it was easy to notice the differences between the social classes.

The most affluent were those who could afford a private box. Many of them sat primped and polished; but careful examination told Jane they were not enjoying the concert. They were simply attending the theatre for the sake of being seen.

The main floor of the theatre was more telling. Those of a higher social class could be easily spotted by the jewels around their necks or in their hair, and their feathers of all colours. They seemed to spend more time looking at those situated amongst the private boxes, than they did attending to the concert.

Those of a lower class wore little jewellery, and the adornments in their hair were primarily colourful ribbons, with only the occasional small white feather. Their gowns were simple, and not always of the latest fashion. These people, however, seemed to be enjoying themselves. They ignored their betters and listened in rapt attention to the music.

She turned her attention to those in the box with her. She smiled seeing Georgiana lost in the music and clearly enjoying herself. Mr. Pearce sat next to her, listening thoughtfully; but his expression was one of politeness rather than true enjoyment.

She looked at the man to her other side, and could see he was enjoying the music. Despite this though, he caught her more than once looking at him. The first time, he smiled at her warmly, causing her to blush deeply, and she quickly turned away. The second time, he winked at her. This time, Jane turned her attention to the musicians and promised herself she would not look in his direction again. After all, she did not want to spend the entire evening a shade that matched the trim of her gown.

The musicians played three symphonies before the intermission. Much to Jane's surprise, almost immediately after the curtain dropped, there were knocks on the door to the box. Lord Blakeslee excused himself to receive the callers and politely admitted the first ones. "Lord ____, Lady ____," he greeted and performed the requisite introductions.

Then, knowing the callers had come only for the chance to meet the future Mrs. Darcy, Blakeslee he quietly stepped back and returned to Jane's side.

While the others of the box were chatting, Jane made her way to the edge of the box and looked down over the crowd. She drew back when she noticed the number of people openly gawking at her.

"Afraid of heights, or is it the attention of the crowd?" Lord Blakeslee asked, amused, as he watched Jane cower from the edge.

"I am afraid it is a bit of both," she said meekly.

Lord Blakeslee sniggered lightly. "The matter of heights can easily be remedied," he said as he led her farther from the edge. "As for the crowd, I do not believe we are their focus. Your sister's engagement to my friend has caused quite a stir amongst the ton. Everyone has been clamouring to see the future Mrs. Darcy." With a chuckle he added, "They do not appear so genteel with their necks straining in that manner, do they?"

Jane returned a light laugh, grateful for the manner in which Lord Blakeslee was able to put her at ease. "Would you care to walk about and get some refreshments?" he asked as he offered Jane his arm.

Shyly, she nodded and took his arm. Lord Blakeslee navigated the two of them through the throng of people who had gathered in his box and just outside its door. In comparison, the stairwell appeared empty.

No longer concerned with her own safety, she attempted to begin conversation again. "Does it not bother..." she began. They were halfway down the steps when Jane suddenly froze. In front of her stood Mr. Bingley, his sister, and another young woman. It took her a moment to get over her surprise. By the time she did, she heard Miss Bingley exclaimed coquettishly, "Lord Blakeslee!"

She was not certain if Miss Bingley's failure to greet her as well was an intentional slight or not, but after their last encounter could only assume it was. Nonetheless, she would be polite. She was about to return the greeting when Miss Bingley exclaimed in astonishment, "Miss Bennet!" She looked back at Lord Blakeslee and then again to Jane, clearly unable to give credence to the couple in front of her.

Lord Blakeslee bowed. "Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley, Miss Crowley."

"I did not know you were still in London," Caroline said disdainfully, looking at Jane. "Are you staying with your relations? The ones that reside in Cheapside?" She turned to Miss Crowley with a knowing, amused look.

Jane flushed at Caroline's attempt to disparage her. In the next moment though, she felt a supporting hand cover hers; it was Lord Blakeslee's. Having regained her composure, she replied confidently, "Yes. I shall remain in London for at least another week." She then looked Bingley in the eye. "I hope you enjoyed your holidays, Mr. Bingley, and were able to resolve your matters of business to your satisfaction.

"Miss Crowley, Miss Bennet is the acquaintance I told you about from Hertfordshire," Caroline interjected, before her brother could reply. She hid a snicker behind her hand as she turned towards Bingley and his companion with a cat like grin. Turning back to Jane and her escort, she said, "If you will excuse us, we were on our way to Mr. Darcy's box to pay our respects."

Lord Blakeslee lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, the only display of the amusement he felt. "I am afraid you will find the Darcy box quite empty, Miss Bingley. Miss Bennet, the Darcys, and Mr. Darcy's fiancée are my guests tonight." He leaned in slightly and added with a grin, "As are Miss Bennet's Cheapside relations."

Caroline's face immediately soured; Lord Blakeslee's sally had not been lost on her. "How lovely," she said in a tone that matched her face.

With a small curtsey and bow, Jane and Blakeslee took their leave and made their way toward the refreshments. Neither noticed the way Bingley turned to watch them.

"You were saying, Miss Bennet?" Lord Blakeslee asked as they again began to make their way down the stairway.

"Forgive me, milord. I do not recall."

"You asked, ‘does it not bother...'. Does what bother me?"

Jane smiled, slightly embarrassed. Her question was a bit impertinent, and she no longer wished to ask it. However, seeing no other way around it, she said, "It would appear, sir that Mr. Darcy has stolen the attention due you. Does that not bother you?"

Lord Blakeslee chuckled mirthfully. From her question, it was clear Jane was an innocent when it came to experience with the ton. "First, it is not Darcy that is capturing the attention this evening; it is your sister, and the novelty of Darcy's engagement. Second, on evenings such as this, I find it rather convenient that Darcy and Miss Elizabeth are the centre of attention."

"Convenient?"

"Indeed, Miss Bennet. While everyone gawks at Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, there is no one left to steal your attention away from me." He smiled gallantly and brushed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Immediately, Jane felt her heart begin to pound violently against her chest and her cheeks turned crimson. She was certain they matched the trim of her gown. She was grateful when Blakeslee handed her a glass of cool lemonade, allowing her regain some of her equanimity.

The two mingled amongst the others of the theatre. Lord Blakeslee introduced Jane to several of his acquaintances. While she knew she would not remember their names or faces, she would remember the daggers sent her way from the young ladies and their mothers obviously vying for Lord Blakeslee's attentions.

It was a unique and enlightening experience for Jane. No one in Hertfordshire had wished her ill when she was singled out by Mr. Bingley, despite the other mothers wishing the same for their daughter. In fact, most people were quite pleased for her. She was learning London, however, was quite the opposite. Here, most women were determined to dislike her for nothing more than accepting an escort for refreshments.

At the bell that indicated the end of intermission, Lord Blakeslee escorted Jane back to his box. Before taking her seat, she looked to Elizabeth, who appeared a little overwhelmed.

Unable to speak with her before the curtain rose, she settled for sending Elizabeth an encouraging smile.

The second half of the concert passed much like the first half. This time, however, Jane's mind was less preoccupied with the crowd. She still spent little time listening to the music, choosing to contemplate the man next to her and all that had occurred during intermission instead.

In a word, she found Lord Blakeslee perplexing. He was a gentleman in every way, yet there seemed to be some hidden aspect to his person. He was friendly and amiable, even flirtatious. At the same time, he kept his distance; he never let a situation get beyond his control.

She was awed by the way he so ably engineered any social setting, even one like intermission with many women throwing themselves at him. Sometimes he would flirt a bit with them, and other times, he would gently set them aside, letting them know he had no interest in them. How he decided whom to flirt with and whom to set aside, Jane did not understand.

The part she found surprising was that whether he was flirting or dismissing someone, he never failed to let Jane know she was special and he was enjoying being her escort. She could not help but smile at that. Whether it was just for tonight, or would develop into something more, she did not know, nor did she want to think on that just yet.

Before she knew it, the concert was over and they were heading to Darcy's for a late dinner.

Bingley returned home from the theatre in a foul mood. It was the second time he had unexpectedly seen Miss Bennet, and once again on the arm of Lord Blakeslee no less! Regardless of what Darcy said, the coincidence was too great. Lord Blakeslee was courting Miss Bennet.

Amusedly, he considered the notion that Darcy was not aware of his friend's interest. The thought caused him to chuckle derisively; it was about time Darcy got his comeuppance. He snorted as he imagined Darcy's reaction when he realized he was the uninformed one.

His amusement faded quickly though, as the image of Jane with Lord Blakeslee returned to him. In a jealous rage he threw his glass of brandy into the hearth. "Enough!" he ground out.

He spent the next several minutes convincing himself Miss Bennet was just as Caroline had said; a penniless fortune hunter, no doubt using her sister's engagement to make a match of her own. Mrs. Bennet would be proud, he thought contemptuously.

Emotionally spent, he poured himself a new glass of brandy and slumped back into his chair. He would no longer feel guilty for leaving her. She had moved on, if she had ever felt anything for him. She had found someone better, and so would he. Tomorrow night he would go to Almack's. He would find a match of his own amongst a well established family of the ton. He would do his duty to his family.

The late dinner that followed the visit to Arryndale passed uneventfully. Most of the discussion revolved around the performance. Jane remained silent through most of it, as she had little contribute aside from agreeing that was a lovely performance.

Though she would be loath to admit it, her attention remained on Lord Blakeslee. She noted his comments and his mannerisms. His commentary was insightful, demonstrating his education and intellect. Knowing he was a friend of Darcy's, this did not come as a surprise.

Shortly after dinner, the Gardiners and Bennets took their leave, thanking both Lord Blakeslee and Darcy for their generosity and hospitality.

Jane was disappointed when the evening ended, though hid it well. Despite not being a studier of character, Lord Blakeslee intrigued her. She wanted to learn more about him. She was further disappointed when her family departed, without marking another occasion when they would the others again. Lord Blakeslee had not asked to call on her, nor was another outing planned. Nonetheless, she could not regret such an entertaining evening.

The day after the theatre, Jane, Elizabeth and Aunt Gardiner were in the sitting room talking and tending to their needlework. Unable to work on her wedding gift for Elizabeth, Jane darned some socks that would go to group home the next time her aunt visited.

"I still can not fathom the difference use of a private box made," Aunt Gardiner said. "One would not think seeing the performers of a musical performance would be of import."

Elizabeth smiled and looked to Jane. "I believe we have Jane to thank for the experience."

"Were it not for your engagement, Lizzy, we would not be in London, nor would Mr. Darcy have introduced us to the Blakeslees," Jane replied, in an attempt to deflect attention from her. The last thing she wanted was a discussion pairing her and Lord Blakeslee to arise.

Aunt Gardiner laughed at the girls' tiff. "No matter who is responsible, it was a lovely experience." Changing the subject she said, "Lizzy, you seemed to fare well under all the attention."

It was Elizabeth's turn to blush. Cheekily she said, "I like to think my courage always rises to the occasion. Though I do not think Mr. Darcy was at all pleased by it." She giggled.

Discussion of the visitors to the Blakeslee box reminded Jane of her encounter with the Bingleys. Mr. Bingley was clearly surprised to see her and she wondered at his new reticence. He did not utter a single word to her at the theatre. Then she recalled the presence of Miss Crowley, and attributed Bingley's unease to the awkwardness of yet another impromptu meeting. She wondered briefly what happened to Miss Crandall, but decided it was nothing more than another example of Bingley's inability to remain constant.

Before her thoughts turned melancholy though, she recalled with pride, the way she stood up to him and his poor excuse for not returning to Hertfordshire. She had shocked even herself with that confrontation. She could find only one reason for that new found strength, her escort for that evening. Yet another thing about Lord Blakeslee that intrigued her.

Why did his presence make her feel more confident and bold? She had always admired Elizabeth's ability not to be easily intimidated, and now it seemed with Lord Blakeslee's support, she too had that ability. But the reason for it eluded her.

Secretly she hoped to see Lord Blakeslee again. He was a mystery she wanted to unravel.

Her colour rose when she saw Elizabeth look at her slyly and say, "I would not be surprised if we were to see his lordship again soon."

Seeing the questioning look from her aunt, Jane replied as nonplussed as she could. "Lord Blakeslee has said nothing to me of his intentions. The family is pleasant, and I would be pleased to be in their company again.

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