Beginning, Section II

Chapter 1

Posted on Monday, 11 February 2008

Elizabeth arose early the morning after dining at Lucas Lodge. She was already dreading breakfast with her mother, who aside from her constant praise of Mr. Bingley, was certain to inquire about the two instances she noticed Lizzy speaking with the horrid Mr. Darcy.

Her father was the only other family member awake at this hour, so she snuck down to the kitchen for a small tray of tea and muffins before heading for his study.

"Ah, my Lizzy! Good morning." Mr. Bennet smiled. He always enjoyed her early morning visits.

"Good morning, Papa. I thought you would like some tea before going for your ride."

"Thank you, my dear." He sighed before continuing, "I do need to make my rounds; there is a tenant dispute that requires my attention, aside from the usual. I expect very little time for pleasure riding today." Slipping a piece of muffin to her dog, he continued, "Shall you and Sirius be rambling the countryside today?"

"Yes, I believe so. I am not prepared to face Mama and her inquisition." Glancing at the faithful hound sitting between them, she added, "I believe we shall take in the prospect from Oakham Mount today."

He smiled. "It should be a nice morning for it. Do be careful."

"You know I always am, Papa." She rose and kissed his cheek before heading out for her walk.

It was rather a warm day, especially for early November, and she decided they must be experiencing a St. Martin's Summer. If that was the case, it was a good thing she was getting an early start. She walked up the road towards Meryton with Sirius orbiting about her while taking in all the fresh morning smells.

Shortly after they left the road for the meadow path toward Oakham Mount, Sirius ran ahead and began sniffing the ground eagerly as he wagged his tail. Elizabeth caught up to him and found he had discovered a gentleman's handkerchief. She picked it up and inspected it; there were no initials, but it was a fine linen, embroidered with maple leaves. As she considered what to do, Sirius ran in circles, eager for her reaction. Since she did not seem to respond, he began barking.

She bent down and petted his head. "You want to find the owner, do you? I suppose it has been a while since you have had your fun. Well, go to it!"

Sirius put his nose to the ground and led the way. He was tireless in his pursuit, and Elizabeth wondered where his adventure would take them. They appeared to be headed toward Pitstone Hill, which was not much further than her original destination.

As they approached the hilltop, Sirius took off running and barking. Elizabeth picked up her skirts and began to chase her companion; but as she crested the hill, she stopped suddenly. Before her, Mr. Darcy was sitting upon a rock, petting and playing with Sirius. He looked up, stunned for a moment before a big grin crossed his face. Remembering his manners, he rose, bowed and said, "Good morning, Miss Bennet. It would appear I have found something of yours."

It took a long moment for Elizabeth to catch her breath and recover her senses. In her brief acquaintance, she had never seen Mr. Darcy looking so relaxed, and most definitely had never seen him smile.

She curtseyed, but it still took a moment to formulate her reply. "On the contrary, Mr. Darcy; I believe it is Sirius who has found something of yours." She held out the handkerchief. "We wished only to return it."

It was his turn to look surprised. "Why, I lost that nearly a mile back, but I could not find it. Your dog found it... and tracked me?"

"Yes, sir." she blushed. "He seems to prefer tracking people to game; a trait apparently not uncommon in Bloodhounds, though we have never seen it before. His littermates are all excellent hunters."

"I take from your familiarity that your father breeds Bloodhounds?"

"Indeed; you could say it is a Bennet family tradition. He keeps a couple of small game dogs as well, but he takes pride in his hounds." She smiled, becoming a little more at ease.

"Interesting; I have a pair of Greyhounds and some Foxhounds at Pemberley, and of course, my Dalmatian that travels with me; but I have never taken up the notion of breeding. Perhaps I should discuss it with your father someday."

"I am sure he would enjoy that. His dogs are one subject he never objects to discussing."

His mind was a blank and he glanced away for a moment. "Your dog, Sirius, is named for the dog star?"

Elizabeth restrained a giggle at the impulsive question. "I thought it fitting, for was not Sirius placed in the night sky because he was such a devoted companion to Orion?"

"You are familiar with Greek mythology?" he remarked with surprise. "I did not think it a subject common to a lady's education."

"I find it quite interesting. Papa has several books on the subject, and I have carte blanche in his library."

A grin returned to his face. "Then we must speak of books, Miss Bennet. Would you care to sit?" He pointed to a rather smooth rock close to where he had been sitting.

Elizabeth sat down and Darcy resumed his seat. They spoke easily about books for some duration, only to discover that they had read many of the same, and often with the same feelings.

Suddenly, Elizabeth froze with a surprised expression. Can this be the dour Mr. Darcy conversing so amiably?

"Miss Bennet, are you well?"

"Yes, sir; I just was struck with a random thought." She felt heat rising in her cheek at having been caught out. "However, I realize we have been chatting more than half an hour, and I truly must be heading home."

"Of course. Might I escort you?" He gallantly held out his hand to help her rise.

She smiled at his offer, but her stomach clinched as she imagined how her family would react if she returned with him. "It would probably be best if I returned on my own; but we could walk together until our paths diverge."

"I would enjoy that very much." he assured her with what seemed a warm, genuine smile.

He went over to where his horse was tied and gathered the reins before offering his arm to Elizabeth. They walked and chatted until they reached the road where he was to go one way and she the other.

Elizabeth collected her thoughts and began to politely take her leave when Darcy nervously spoke, "Miss Bennet..."

"Yes?"

"I owe you an apology." He looked at his boots, then her hem before forcing his eyes up to meet hers. "At the assembly; I am afraid you heard me, but even if you did not, I made a remark that was unkind and untrue." He forced himself to take a breath. "I am uncomfortable at such events under the best of circumstances... and I was definitely not at my best... I am very sorry, Miss Bennet."

She was unable to break his eye contact, and with a hint of a smile, she offered, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I forgive you."

His grin returned and he replied, "Thank you."

Darcy then knelt down and scratched Sirius' neck, saying, "Take good care of your mistress, good fellow."

He then rose, mounted his horse and tipped his hat before saying, "Good day, Miss Bennet." and taking off towards Netherfield.

Elizabeth gazed in the direction he travelled, even for a short time after she lost sight of him. She could not equate this Mr. Darcy with the cold, quiet man she had seen on earlier occasions. Her thoughts continued along this vein as she walked home.

When she arrived, she looked around. Longbourn was as it always had been. Mr. Bennet was safely ensconced in his library, having returned from his rounds. Mrs. Bennet and her nerves were holding court with Mrs. Philips and Mrs. Long while Kitty and Lydia loudly trimmed their bonnets. Mary was diligently practicing on the pianoforte while Jane worked in the garden.

After sipping a glass of lemonade in the kitchen, Elizabeth went out to assist Jane. She told her sister of her unusual encounter, but Jane was not surprised. "I told you that he could not truly be so bad."

"I suppose you are right, dear Jane." Elizabeth sighed. Not so bad indeed; but which is the real Mr. Darcy?

Chapter 2

Posted on Monday, 18 February 2008

The Longbourn family did not cross paths with the Netherfield party for several days, at which time Jane received an invitation to dine with the ladies at Netherfield. She rode Nellie at her mother's insistence, as the other horses were needed on the farm. It started raining shortly after she left Longbourn, and she arrived shivering and soaked through; her hosts could do naught but take her straight to bed.

Elizabeth was shocked by Jane's note the next morning, and immediately set off to Netherfield. As expected, her faithful Sirius followed at her heels. It was a lovely walk, in spite of the damp ground and Elizabeth's concern for her sister. When they reached Netherfield, Sirius lay down in a shady spot near the steps while Elizabeth climbed to the door.

She was admitted and led to the breakfast-parlour, where the entire party, sans Jane, was assembled. Mr. Bingley greeted her anxiously as his sisters looked at one another, and then down their noses at her. Mr. Darcy was as formal and distant as he had been prior to their meeting the previous week, greeting her with cold, perfect civility.

After the formal niceties, she was led to Jane's room, where she found her sister flushed, weak and tired; and in the care of only a maid. Mr. Jones had examined Jane earlier and declared her ailment to be a bad cold. Elizabeth settled in, happy to attend her and keep her company.

Elizabeth was surprised when Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst appeared later. They spent several hours there, embroidering and chatting amongst themselves while Jane slept and Elizabeth changed cool cloths and comforted her sister. During the brief intervals when Jane was awake, they tried speaking kindly and soothingly to her. Elizabeth was surprised that they remained civil the entire time; and began to wonder if she had been wrong about Mr. Bingley's sisters; they were not behaving like the women she had observed in company.

When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt she must go. As she was speaking of this with Miss Bingley, Jane awoke and was quite distressed at the thought of her sister's departure. Miss Bingley was compelled to invite Elizabeth to stay; and a request for clothes was sent to Longbourn.

Less than an hour later, Mr. Bingley's sisters proclaimed it was time to attend to the dinner preparations and begin dressing for the evening. Having not left Jane's chamber since her arrival, Elizabeth was eager to stretch her legs and get some fresh air; so when Jane fell asleep again, Elizabeth left her in the care of Ruth, the maid, and slipped out the back of the house to check on Sirius. She immediately noticed Mr. Bingley sitting on the steps with Sirius in his lap, licking his face. As soon as he noticed his mistress, Sirius bounded up the steps, abandoning his new friend. Mr. Bingley greeted Elizabeth with a huge grin.

"Ah, Miss Elizabeth, this friendly fellow is yours?"

"Indeed, sir." She smiled, but her voice dropped as she continued. "I was just going to see if I could arrange for him to stay in your kennel overnight, as I fear it would be too much to ask for me to keep him with me."

Bingley's expression changed not at all. "He seems well enough behaved; and I certainly cannot deny you when Darcy keeps Milton in his quarters every night."

"Milton?"

"His carriage dog; I have never seen one so spoilt." Bingley laughed a bit at his own jest.

Elizabeth smiled, and Bingley continued. "I would suggest you keep him away from my sisters, but he is more than welcome to stay in your rooms with you."

"Thank you, Mr. Bingley."

"It is my duty to assure your comfort. You are so good to care for your sister." Suddenly he got a wistful look in his eye. "How is she?"

Elizabeth thought he had never looked so serious. "She is sleeping now, which is why I decided this was a good time to come down for some air and to check on Sirius. I believe she is much improved since this morning."

"I am glad to hear it." He looked relieved and the smile returned. "She must stay until she has fully recuperated; however long that may be." he added eagerly.

"Oh!" Bingley bent over and scooped up a large bunch of flowers and weeds from the steps. "Miss Bennet, might I beg a favour and ask you to take these flowers to your sister? I was hoping they would brighten her room."

"Uhm... Oh, I think she shall love them." She accepted the bunch that included roses and orchids from the conservatory along with lavender, ragwort and red campion with a smile. "I will be happy to take them to her."

"If there is not a vase in her rooms, I am sure Ruth can find one for you." he offered.

She thanked him again, then she and Sirius entered the house and returned to Jane's room.

Elizabeth was attempting to arrange the flowers when Jane awoke. "What an interesting collection of flowers you have there, Lizzy."

"Indeed. Mr. Bingley apparently picked them, and asked me to bring them to you."

Jane smiled brilliantly. "He is so very kind. You must give him my thanks and tell him that I simply love them."

"I shall most definitely relay your message. He is certain to be thrilled when he hears it."

"Oh Lizzy, he is just being polite."

At half-past six, Elizabeth was summoned to dinner. As Jane was resting comfortably, she left Sirius with her sister and went down to the dining-parlour. After a few minutes of effusions from Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst on how shocking it was to have a bad cold, Miss Bingley turned her attentions to the sombre Mr. Darcy, leaving Elizabeth to enjoy the easy company of Mr. Bingley. Still, she could not resist observing Mr. Darcy; who spoke scarcely a word throughout, and only in response to a direct enquiry.

When the meal was complete, Elizabeth excused herself to attend to Jane. She was halfway up the stairs when she realized she had forgotten to pass on Jane's thanks to Mr. Bingley for the flowers. I should just do this now before I forget again. She turned and went back towards the dining-parlour.

"Why must she be scampering about the country, because her sister had a cold? Her hair, so untidy, so blowsy!"

"Yes, and her petticoat; I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain; and the gown which had been let down to hide it, not doing its office."

"Your picture may be very exact, Louisa," said Bingley; "but this was all lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well when she came into the room"

Elizabeth giggled quietly to herself. Oh, I really should not be listening to this. I shall have to wait and thank Mr. Bingley later. Thus, she returned to her ascent, knowing that Mr. Bingley's sisters were exactly as she had thought, snobbish and rude.

She had just settled with a book when Bingley's sisters startled Elizabeth with their arrival. They wished to check on "dear Jane" themselves. At first they were all politeness, but after their concerned inquiries were exhausted, they sat on the chaise and chatted quietly with each other. Elizabeth might well have not even been there for the amount of notice she received. Fortunately, they were soon summoned to coffee and returned to the gentlemen. Elizabeth looked at her dog contentedly sleeping on the hearth and was grateful that Miss Bingley had taken no notice of him.

She remained at her sister's side quietly conversing or reading aloud till late in the evening, when she had the comfort of seeing her asleep. She again left her in Ruth's care and went down to the drawing-room where she found the whole party at loo. Suspecting them of playing high, she declined an invitation to join the game and instead settled on a nearby sofa, stating she would amuse herself with a book.

Mr. Hurst found her choice singular, while Miss Bingley accused her of being a great reader, having no pleasure in anything else.

She tried to remain calm, not displaying any offence at Miss Bingley's comment. "I deserve neither such praise nor such censure; I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things."

As she looked at the books nearby, she listened to the criticisms of Mr. Bingley's library and Miss Bingley's praise of Mr. Darcy's. "What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!"

"It ought to be good, it has been the work of many generations." he said curtly.

"And then you have added so much to it yourself -- you are always buying books."

"Indeed." Elizabeth was stunned when his voice lifted further. "In fact, Miss Bennet, if you check the table by the blue chair, you should find my most recent acquisition. I just finished reading it, and you are welcome to borrow it. You might find the poetry and viewpoints rather interesting."

She went over and picked up the copy of Poems by the late Edward Lysaght, Esq. Surprised by the title, she responded, "Why, this book was just published. I saw a reference to it in the Times but a week or two past. Are you sure you do not mind?"

"Not at all; I would not have offered if I did not wish you to accept."

She smiled, "Thank you, sir."

Elizabeth almost thought she noticed a hint of a smile on Darcy's face before his eyes glazed over, and he shifted his focus solely to his cards.

She was soon engrossed in the book of poetry. When she again realized she was in company, and more than an hour had passed, she smirked to herself. Miss Bingley must be pleased with herself. I have nearly proven her supposition of being a great reader. She then rose and excused herself for the night.

Upon entering Jane's room, Elizabeth could see Ruth's distress. She went immediately to her sister and noted her flushed countenance; she was also rather warm to the touch. Elizabeth wet some fresh cloths and applied them to Jane's forehead and arms to help bring down the fever. Ruth told her that the fever had come on suddenly, but Elizabeth realized it was not dangerously high; so after a few minutes, she changed the cloths and ran downstairs to apprise Mr. Bingley of the situation.

Mr. Bingley was terribly upset by the news and offered to send for a doctor, but Elizabeth suggested they wait for Mr. Jones' assessment in the morning. It took some effort on Elizabeth's part to assure Mr. Bingley that Jane would be all right. He was placated, but still obviously concerned as Elizabeth returned to her sister's room. Elizabeth tended to Jane until the fever broke. Still concerned, she chose to remain in Jane's room, and slept on the chaise with Sirius at her feet.

Chapter 3

Posted on Saturday, 23 February 2008

When Elizabeth woke just after dawn, she immediately checked on Jane, and was pleased to find her fever slight as she slept easily. Having spent the night on the chaise, she was eager to stretch her legs and get some fresh air with Sirius.

While outside, she met Mr. Bingley, who bore a huge grin once she had assured him of Jane's improvement. As they walked together, she suggested that Jane would likely take comfort in having their mother visit, despite the fact that Elizabeth was enjoying the separation. When they returned to the house, Elizabeth went to Jane's room, while Mr. Bingley dispatched a note to Longbourn.

Her mother arrived with Kitty and Lydia in tow less than two hours later. They visited with Jane and then went with Elizabeth to the breakfast-parlour to pay courtesies to their hosts. They discussed Mr. Bingley's sometimes too easygoing nature, and how the small country neighbourhood compared to London. Mr. Darcy spent most of this time looking out the window uncomfortably, while Elizabeth spent a nearly equal time looking at her slippers, her visage pale and wan, except when she blushed scarlet at remarks about the four and twenty families with whom the Bennets dined, and when Lydia practically demanded that Mr. Bingley host a ball. She did try to interject at times, but she was little able to influence her mother and sisters.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief when her family departed, and she immediately returned to Jane's side. She tried not to imagine the conversation below between Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst; but she knew they must be insulting her family.

Jane was resting, and Elizabeth stood by her window and looked out, posed much like Mr. Darcy's wont. What of Mr. Darcy, though? He has been distant and reserved since I arrived. She was not entirely sure why this bothered her so. His demeanour during her family's visit was truly disconcerting. He might not be as severe as I thought him after the assembly; but whatever happened to the amiable man I met last week?

She turned to look at Jane, and his book on the bedside table caught her eye. He did lend me his book; and I thought I saw him smile for a moment last night. Her lips mimicked the expression as she recalled the scene. Why must he be so enigmatic!

She thought perhaps it would be best if she stayed in Jane's room for the remainder of the day, so she sent down a request for a luncheon tray, easily avoiding her hosts for a while.

Jane felt well enough to truly enjoy Elizabeth's company that afternoon, so Elizabeth got her to eat some toast and they rested and chatted and Elizabeth read one of Lysaght's poems.

When Jane fell asleep again, Elizabeth considered a walk outdoors, but she was still uneasy about meeting any of the others. The sight that met her when she looked outside convinced her to try her luck. Mr. Darcy was sitting on a bench, reading, while Sirius lay somewhat atop a Dalmatian at his side. Every so often, he would reach down and scratch the dogs' ears. They all looked quite content, and her desire to join them and get some fresh air subdued her reservations. She grabbed her spencer and bonnet and quickly departed.

As she descended the stairs, she was met by not one, but two dogs. She greeted and petted both as she walked towards Mr. Darcy.

When he met her eye, he smiled. "Ah, Miss Bennet, I see you have met Milton already;" He tried to feign disappointment. "and I so wished to perform the introductions."

Elizabeth made an attempt at mock concern. "Yes, it would appear that we have both failed in our dog training, Mr. Darcy. We shall have a long road before they can be taken into Society. Your dog is a poet?"

"No." he blushed, gazing at the spotted dog licking her hand. "He just looked like a Milton."

She smiled. "And so he does."

After a long, silent pause, Darcy looked up. "How fares your sister, Miss Bennet?"

"She seems to be improving, and is currently sleeping."

"That is good news." he said with a smile. "Would you care to join me for a short walk?"

"I would not interrupt your reading." she replied scarcely above a whisper, looking at her hands.

"It is getting rather cold to sit much longer; a walk right now would be perfect." he responded, offering his arm. She accepted and they started down a path; a pair of dogs leading the way.

"Have you had much time to read the Lysaght?"

"I have. In fact, I find it very hard to put down other than when Jane needs me."

They walked and chatted amiably for some time before they met up with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. Miss Bingley inquired as to Jane's health and why Miss Eliza was out of doors instead of attending her sister, then immediately took control of the conversation. Somehow, within a few short minutes, the sisters had managed to gain both of Mr. Darcy's arms, so when they approached a path that only admitted 3 wide, Elizabeth decided to part company, but could not resist making a witty reference to Gilpin.

That evening progressed much the same as the one before, and Elizabeth dined with the Netherfield residents. Mr. Bingley was as effusive as ever, while Mr. Darcy spoke scarcely a word. She wondered how Mr. Darcy could seem so different each time they met.

She again stayed with Jane for a while before returning to the drawing-room. This time, only Mr. Bingley and Mr. Hurst played at cards. Mr. Darcy was writing at the desk while Miss Bingley observed him and commented frequently. Elizabeth had brought some needlework with her, so she attended to it as she observed the others.

Elizabeth sniggered to herself as Miss Bingley seemed not to tire of trying to gain Mr. Darcy's attention. The poor man had not a moment's peace, and she was suddenly stuck with guilt for abandoning Mr. Darcy earlier in the day. I wonder if it is the company that affects his mood and verbosity.

Mr. Darcy soon finished or gave up his attempt at writing his sister, and he appealed to the ladies for some music. Miss Bingley was eager to display her talents, allowing Darcy the opportunity to approach Elizabeth.

When she noticed his proximity, Elizabeth quietly spoke, "Mr. Darcy, I must apologize for my poor manners once again. I am sorry for abandoning our walk today."

"I cannot blame you, Miss Bennet," was his soft reply. "You have much on your mind, and Mr. Bingley's sisters effectively took over all conversation. I also tried to think of a means of escape..." He blushed.

Elizabeth smiled, but before she could think of an appropriately witty reply, Miss Bingley began playing a lively Scotch air.

"Do not you feel a great inclination to seize such an opportunity of dancing a reel?" inquired Darcy with a smile.

Elizabeth was quite surprised. She quickly met his eye before carefully returning her focus to the music sheets. "I think it best that I decline, sir. It would only draw attention, and I already feel quite under scrutiny."

"As you wish. Consider yourself warned though, I shall dance with you yet; perhaps the first set at the next occasion?"

She felt her cheeks burning as she looked up at him. "Even if it was simply a dinner at Lucas Lodge?" she asked with a coy smile.

He looked down a moment, caught by the remark. "I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours." He caught her eye and smiled, not letting her focus escape. "The offer stands, ball, assembly or dinner, I would ask for your next set."

She could feel her face burning as she shyly accepted. "I would be honoured." Elizabeth recognized that Caroline's song was approaching its close and thought it best to escape. "But now, I should return to my sister. If you would excuse me. Have a pleasant night."

Chapter 4

Posted on Friday, 29 February 2008

Elizabeth was pleased to find Jane awake and much improved in the morning. Feeling better, Jane insisted that Elizabeth go to breakfast with the others. As she approached the breakfast-parlour, she could hear a lively discussion between Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy about the Luddite rebellion in the middle counties. She entered the room to see they were the only ones present. They noticed her immediately and ceased their conversation.

Bingley was quick to address her with his typical grin. "Good morning, Miss Elizabeth, how does Miss Bennet fare today?"

She could not restrain her smile. "Jane is much improved, and is already thinking of joining us this evening."

"That is excellent news." stated Darcy with a polite smile.

"Indeed! I shall have to see that everything is perfectly arranged for her comfort." added Bingley.

"She will be quite grateful, I am sure." With a quick glance at Darcy, she continued, "I know she has enjoyed the flowers and books you have sent, Mr. Bingley."

As she seated herself with her breakfast, she looked directly at Darcy and asked, "Are you much affected by the troubles with the Luddites, Mr. Darcy?"

Surprised at her interest, he took a moment, but responded easily, "Not directly. We produce large amounts of wool at Pemberley, but I have only a few minor investments in textile production.

"Do you have an opinion on their concerns with modern machinery? I would think possibilities abound with their introduction."

"I think the problem is the short-sightedness of the manufacturers. If they took a concerned interest in their workers and looked towards expansion rather than maintaining current output, they could well take advantage of the efficiencies, and everyone would benefit."

"I am surprised, Miss Elizabeth," interjected Bingley. "I thought ladies only read the society pages."

Elizabeth shifted her focus to Bingley, but did not change her serious tone. "I suppose most do, but I prefer to be aware of the world in which we live; it gives me more to discuss with my father than old books and the estate."

"You take an interest in running Longbourn?" asked Darcy impulsively.

"Jane and I have both cared for the tenant families for some time, but I also help with the accounts. I suppose I am unlike most ladies in that respect, but I would rather expand my knowledge and challenge myself than worry about the latest gossip in Meryton."

Darcy fought a snigger. Quite unlike other ladies; especially the other two under this roof. "That is commendable, Miss Elizabeth. I would hope for my sister to follow your example."

"And Miss Bennet?" interjected Bingley. "Does she share your interests?"

"Our mother demands more of her time than mine, but Jane does have a good idea of what transpires on the estate. Neither of us is prone to idleness." She glanced at the clock. "And on that note, gentlemen, I should probably collect a few of her favourites and rejoin her."

Bingley watched Darcy as he watched Elizabeth collect some muffins and pastries and exit the room.

Elizabeth stayed with Jane for the remainder of the day, and they were attended by Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst for some time. All were pleased with Jane's continued improvement.

Darcy and Bingley visited some tenants in the morning and Mr. Darcy spent the afternoon in Meryton.

Late that afternoon, as Mr. Darcy returned, he met Caroline walking out alone.

"Miss Bingley." he greeted her coolly.

She tried to affect a sweet smile. "Mr. Darcy. I was just going out for a stroll in the woods. Would you care to join me?"

"I am sorry, but I must get a note off to London immediately."

"Well," she sighed. "I shall take the circuit path."

"Do take care, it will be dark in an hour; perhaps you should take an escort."

"I shall be fine, Mr. Darcy. I shall."

"Excuse me then." he said before turning to continue into the house.

He went to the study to write his missive and sent it by personal courier to his solicitor in London, also including a letter and a small package to Georgiana. His task completed, he checked his watch, then read for about twenty minutes until he decided it was time to prepare for dinner.

Darcy was just heading up to his rooms when Bingley accosted him with a concerned look. "Darcy, have you perchance seen Caroline lately?"

With a perplexed expression, Darcy replied, "I saw her about quarter before four when I returned from Meryton. She said she was going to walk the circuit path. She should easily have returned twenty minutes ago."

"I will go check that path. Would you prepare some men to search if I do not find her? This is so unlike Caroline!" Bingley turned and nearly ran towards the rear door.

Bingley left and Darcy gathered Mr. Hurst and a group of ten footmen and grooms. Miss Bingley still had not returned. He suddenly had an idea and ran upstairs.

When Elizabeth answered Jane's door, she was shocked to find a somewhat dishevelled Mr. Darcy.

He took a moment to collect himself before speaking. "Miss Bennet, I am sorry to disturb you. I do not know if you have heard, but Miss Bingley appears to be missing, and was last seen heading toward the circuit path through the woods. Mr. Bingley is looking for her now, and I just gathered a search party in case he does not find her. I... I had an idea. I was wondering if Sirius might be of use to us."

Elizabeth was stunned, but collected herself quickly. "We have only searched for people for entertainment, but I suppose this is worth the effort. Give me just a minute to get my pelisse and boots."

"But it is dark... and you are already dressed for dinner."

"I believe this would be a situation where the end justifies the means, Mr. Darcy. I will get my pelisse. Do you think Mrs. Hurst might be able to find something of Miss Bingley's that would have her scent on it? A handkerchief or glove, perhaps? It would be best if it was something she has worn or used recently."

"Of course, I shall meet you in the foyer."

"Perhaps outdoors would be better, sir. I shall have to borrow a leash from the kennels."

"Near the kennels then, Miss Elizabeth."

A few minutes later, Mr. Darcy and Mrs. Hurst found Elizabeth sitting on a bench near the door with Sirius on a leash at her side. She rose. "Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Hurst."

Mrs. Hurst spoke with concern, "Miss Elizabeth, thank you for your assistance. This is so unusual for Caroline. I cannot imagine why she would go into the woods alone; and so late in the day! Anyhow, I got these gloves off her dressing table. Do you really think your dog can find her?"

Elizabeth patted Mrs. Hurst's hand and carefully took the gloves. "I cannot make any promises, but I agree it is worth the effort." She then turned. "Is there a plan, Mr. Darcy?"

"Right now we are waiting for Bingley to return. We should best go over and wait with the rest of the search party."

As they approached the group, they saw a distraught Mr. Bingley returning from the opposite direction. "No luck, Darcy! I cannot believe Caroline has done this. She scarcely leaves the immediate paths. What must have possessed her to go wandering off and losing herself on a wooded path?"

"Bingley, I have several ready to search in pairs. I will go with Miss Bennet and her dog, but as we are not certain he can track her, it is best all of the pairs go out."

"Miss Bennet? This is no task for a lady!"

Elizabeth answered, "Mr. Bingley, I believe our best chance of finding your sister quickly is to try getting Sirius to track her. He has a natural ability for tracking people. He has only ever searched with me, so I must go with him. I am sure I shall be perfectly safe with Mr. Darcy." She glanced up at the gentleman and smiled.

"Time is wasting, Bingley. We had best be on our way."

With that, Darcy picked up a lantern, and he and Elizabeth went over to the path where he had last seen Miss Bingley. Elizabeth knelt down and held the gloves to Sirius, who sniffed at them.

"Can you find Miss Bingley, boy?" Elizabeth asked in a playful tone. "Can you find her?"

Sirius continued to sniff the gloves, and Darcy looked at Elizabeth questioningly. She shrugged her shoulders, not quite knowing what to think herself. Then suddenly Sirius put his nose to the ground and started up the path. After about fifteen feet, he stopped, turned around and barked. He wagged his whole body anxiously.

"Are you ready, Sirius? Then go to it!"

Darcy held the lantern in one hand and tried to keep Elizabeth within reach of the other, in case she might need his support as they followed the dark path. About once each minute, one would call "Miss Bingley." After about ten minutes, Sirius led them off the path, and Darcy grabbed Elizabeth's arm.

He looked in her eyes with concern. "Are you sure about this, Miss Bennet? It would not do well for us to get completely lost in the wood."

She returned his gaze with certainty. "I trust him, Mr. Darcy. Sirius will not lead us astray."

They continued on behind the dog; Darcy retaining his hold on Elizabeth's arm as there was no path, and he could not predict the next step. They whispered amongst themselves from time to time, but mostly focused on the dog's path. It was not another five minutes that they followed along before Sirius froze and started barking.

"Elizabeth, stay here quietly." She squatted and silenced Sirius while trying her best not to make a sound.

Darcy started to move just ahead of Sirius as he called, "Miss Bingley!"

"Mr. Darcy!" he heard from just ahead of him. He started to walk toward the voice when Miss Bingley ran out of the darkness ahead to embrace him. "Oh! Mr. Darcy! My hero! You have saved me!"

Chapter 5

Posted on Friday, 7 March 2008

Elizabeth could scarcely contain her amusement as she looked at Caroline Bingley wrapped around Mr. Darcy, kissing his cheeks. His shocked expression was priceless. When Elizabeth could no longer contain her giggles, Caroline noticed her. Not releasing her hold on Mr. Darcy, she exclaimed, "Eliza Bennet! Whatever are you doing here!"

A quick look of disgust crossed Darcy's mien as he tried to peel off Caroline. He was swiftly able to gain his implacable expression as Elizabeth tried to explain that she and her dog were assisting Mr. Darcy as part of a large search party. Finally free of Caroline's person, Mr. Darcy brushed at his coat, and a shudder did not go unobserved by Elizabeth.

"Miss Bingley, I need to alert the others that you have been found. Get down by Miss Elizabeth; and you will both want to cover your ears."

"You want me to sit? On the ground? With that filthy cur?"

"That ‘filthy cur' helped us to find you, Miss Bingley;" he continued with obvious disdain, "and it is not as though it would ruin your dress further." It was then that Elizabeth noticed a rip ran down nearly the entire left side of Miss Bingley's skirt and petticoats, showing her leg as she moved.

"Miss Bingley, please come over here." added Elizabeth calmly. "It is for your safety."

She finally went in Elizabeth's direction, and after looking for a softer or cleaner spot, finally sat, though several feet away from Elizabeth. Darcy walked to the opposite edge of the clearing, removed a pistol from his coat, and fired two shots in the air.

He returned to the ladies and offered his hand to help them rise. "Now ladies, let us return to the house."

"But it is so dark, Mr. Darcy!" pleaded Miss Bingley.

"Do you have an alternate suggestion, Miss Bingley? Perhaps you would have the three of us spend the night out here in the cold?"

"I am just so frightened. I need you to keep me safe." She clung to Darcy's arm with affected shivering.

"Miss Bingley, it is very easy to get back to the path and the safe, warm house." interjected Elizabeth. "Even though there is no moon, we have a lantern, and I am sure Sirius is eager to return. Had we neither, though, we still would only have to walk straight back in this direction, as we made no turns after leaving the path."

If anyone had been there to see them, the group likely made an interesting sight. Sirius led Elizabeth, while Darcy held firmly to her arm and Miss Bingley remained attached to his other. No one spoke a word. It was not long until they were back on the path, and a short while later they were approaching the house.

"Caroline!" called Mrs. Hurst as she ran forth with a heavy cloak, concern etched in her face. "We were so concerned!" Caroline was in a vile mood and continued towards the house as her sister tried to set the cloak upon her shoulders.

Bingley immediately noted his sister's attitude, appearance and apparent lack of gratitude for her rescuers. He caught her arm as she tried to walk past him. "Caroline Alicia Bingley! It appears we need to have a conversation... in my study... now." His voice brooked no opposition, something never seen before by anyone present.

She froze and glared at him icily. Bingley did not back down. "Louisa, take your sister to my study. I shall be in directly."

Louisa shook off her shocked expression, and taking Caroline's arm, led her inside.

"Darcy, Miss Elizabeth, I cannot thank you enough. Wherever was she?"

Darcy answered gruffly, "She was not a quarter mile straight off the path. I see no reason she should not have heard you or been unable to respond when you sought her. I am sorry to suggest it, Charles, but given the condition of your sister's dress and her reactions to each of us upon our arrival... I believe I owe Miss Elizabeth my gratitude for saving my reputation."

"No!" Bingley flushed. Elizabeth looked at his boots, slightly nodding her concurrence with Darcy's explanation.

"Darcy, I am so sorry. Thank you. And thank you, Miss Bennet." He turned and started towards the house. "I shall have a talk with my sister directly."

Darcy and Elizabeth looked at each other in awe for a long moment. "Miss Bennet, I truly cannot thank you enough for your assistance this evening. You are a very kind and generous lady." his gaze softening as he spoke.

Elizabeth looked up and smiled, a blush apparent even in the dim light. "I was happy to be of service to you, Mr. Darcy..." She could think of nothing more to voice at the moment, so she just continued to look into his eyes, she knew not how long, until reality returned and she took his arm again to silently head into the house.

As they approached Jane's room, he spoke, "I suppose dinner has come to naught this evening. Do you think perhaps you and your sister will still join us in the drawing-room later this evening?"

"I will have to see how Jane feels about it, but I would not be averse to spending some time in company." she replied, looking up through her lashes, a light hint of pink still upon her cheeks.

"I do hope to see you then." Darcy took Elizabeth's hand and placed a light kiss upon it before leaving her at Jane's door.

She went in to check on her sister and relay all the news. Almost immediately a maid brought in a tray with Elizabeth's dinner and left the sisters to themselves again. Jane replaced Elizabeth's cloak with a warmed blanket, and they sat by the fire as Elizabeth ate.

Jane wore an expression of utter disbelief. "Are you serious? I cannot imagine Mr. Bingley raising his voice like that. And Miss Bingley? What must she have been thinking?"

"It is all true, dear Jane. I am very glad it has all been put to rest." Elizabeth sighed. "My bath must be ready by now, I should go. Do you still feel up to joining the others in the drawing-room?"

"You certainly look as if you would like to go. Is it safe to think Mr. Darcy might not be as disagreeable as you once thought?"

Elizabeth blushed. I am certainly doing this a lot lately. "Perhaps he is not disagreeable at all."

"Then by all means, we shall join the others." Jane said with a smile as she hugged her sister.

Once outside Jane's door, Elizabeth wore a huge grin and hurried to prepare herself for the evening once again.

Half-past eight found Darcy alone in the drawing-room. He decided to be patient, and sat with a book as he waited to see if he would be joined by anyone. Fifteen minutes later, he was pleased to be joined by the Miss Bennets. He moved so they could sit by the fire, as no one wished for Jane to catch a chill.

"Miss Bennet, I am so pleased to see you well enough to join us." he said with a small, but genuine smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I am quite improved, much to the credit of the Bingleys and my dear sister."

Darcy glanced at Elizabeth. "I know your sister has been anxious for your health. Mr. Bingley has been quite concerned as well. I am nearly surprised he is not here yet."

It was Jane's turn to blush as Elizabeth smiled openly at Darcy. For the lack of hosts, Elizabeth brought Jane some tea and served coffee for Mr. Darcy and herself before settling down for some easy conversation. The sisters talked of visiting their relatives in London and how they enjoyed seeing their cousins. Jane told Mr. Darcy how they tried to visit museums and see a play or opera each time they stayed with them. She also mentioned how Elizabeth had enjoyed the orchestra at Covent Garden on their last visit. Darcy was just telling them about recently seeing the premiere of "Cosi fan Tutti" at The King's Theatre when their host arrived.

Elizabeth had to restrain a giggle as Mr. Bingley entered the room and took notice of Jane. He seemed torn between running to her and trying to maintain a proper gentlemanly gait.

"Miss Bennet, I am so very happy to see you in company. I must apologize for all of the excitement tonight;" Looking up, "to all of you, really." While he continued to address the entire party, his gaze returned to Jane. "I have had a long talk with my sister. I do not begin to understand her thinking." He glanced at his friend, "Caroline is not to disturb or interfere with you, Darcy. She knows the consequences should she persist.

"Now, Miss Bennet, you are as lovely as ever. You must be much recovered..."

Darcy and Elizabeth knew the general conversation was over at this point.

"Is there a chance I could convince you to play, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy enquired.

"You have heard me play before. I suppose if you find my playing tolerable, I might comply." she challenged.

"I find your playing to be quite tolerable, and it has tempted me to request your favour." She grinned.

They removed to the pianoforte and she selected a Haydn sonata. Darcy sat beside her in order to turn her pages.

"Is Haydn a favourite of yours?

"One of many. My true passion is Beethoven;" She blushed. Again!, "Mama does not like me playing Beethoven. She says I am always peevish afterwards. Nor is he quite fitting for a quiet evening amongst friends."

There was a moment before he responded. "I understand completely, Miss Elizabeth. Haydn is an excellent choice for this evening. Speaking of friends..." He looked towards the settee where Jane and Mr. Bingley's heads were mere inches apart.

Elizabeth smiled sweetly. "I have never seen Jane so enamoured. Oh!" she gasped. "Please forgive me, Mr. Darcy."

"Think nothing of it."

Another half-hour was spent in this manner, when Jane declared it was time for her to retire.

"It has been a lovely end to a very trying evening." Darcy offered with a smile. "Thank you again for your assistance earlier, Miss Elizabeth; and thank both of you ladies for your delightful company.

"Indeed, thank you, ladies." added Bingley.

Chapter 6

Posted on Monday, 10 March 2008

The gentlemen were pleased when both Bennet sisters joined them for breakfast. After full assurances of Jane's improved health, Elizabeth suggested that they had overstayed their welcome and asked Mr. Bingley for the use of his carriage; certain that their mother would refuse to send theirs. He tried to dissuade her and suggested the ladies remain one more night. After much deliberation, they acquiesced.

The Hursts soon joined them, and Mrs. Hurst immediately went to Elizabeth. "Miss Elizabeth, I must thank you again for all of your efforts last night. I am so sorry for the trouble my sister has caused."

Elizabeth politely accepted her gratitude and apology, and the Hursts settled in to eat, making an obvious effort to join the friendly conversation.

Afterwards, Darcy had to attend to some letters of business, so he excused himself while Bingley escorted the sisters to the library.

Elizabeth was quite willing to leave Jane and Mr. Bingley to themselves, so she selected a tome and sat by the French doors to read. A few minutes later, she heard pawing at the door, and looked out to see Sirius. Jane and Mr. Bingley were oblivious, so she let him in. She sat back down and petted her dog as he demanded until he lay down at her feet.

The book she had selected was interesting, and she was quite engrossed when a cold, wet nose nudged her hand, startling her. "Well hello, Milton." She smiled at him and scratched his ears. He seemed perfectly content to sit at her side with his head in her lap as she resumed her reading.

This was the sight that greeted Darcy when he entered the library. He could not help but smile.

"Traitor!" Milton looked up when he heard his master's voice, then promptly returned his head to his warm lap.

Elizabeth could not restrain her laughter. "I do seem to have made a friend, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy's grin could have lit the room. "Indeed. It would appear you inspire their loyalty as well."

Elizabeth smiled as she petted Milton's head.

"Would you consider taking a short walk with me, Miss Elizabeth?"

"What of chaperones, sir?" she inquired with a coy smile.

"It would appear you have two." He looked at her canine companions.

"Yes, but what of Jane and Mr. Bingley?"

He glanced at the other couple. "Do you think they would even notice?"

She also looked at them. They were still engrossed in their conversation. "I suppose not."

She fetched her pelisse, and he his greatcoat, and they met in the foyer a short time later. They walked about the near gardens, her arm in his, speaking of nothing of import. From time to time, she would look up and their eyes would meet, causing a warmth to flow through her body. When they came to a woody copse, they sat together on a stone bench.

Neither spoke, and Darcy stared at his hands pensively. He then stood up and paced back and forth a couple of times. Elizabeth was about to enquire when he began.

"Miss Elizabeth, I realize we have known each other but a month; and been friends only half that time. Somehow; does it not seem like we have been friends much longer?"

"It does..." she started, but did not continue. She knew exactly what he meant.

He watched her bright countenance. As she did not continue, he did. "I have always trusted my instincts. The day I met Bingley, I knew we would become close friends. When I first noticed you, I knew you were different. Then that lovely, fateful day when Sirius brought you to me, and I found the nerve to talk to you; I knew you were the one." He paused and looked her in the eye. She held her breath as he continued. "Then today, I saw you sitting there reading with the dogs, and I could perfectly imagine that scene in Pemberley's library; I knew I could wait no longer. I realize you are likely not ready for me to say this, and I need no answer at present; but I must tell you how ardently I admire and love you; and I must beg you to become my wife." He gazed lovingly at her, waiting for what seemed an eternity for her answer.

Elizabeth bore an adoring smile as tears welled in her eyes while he finished his speech. Her heart was full of joy; she had not expected him to ask so soon, but her heart knew her answer. If only she could find words... but true love needs them not, so she gazed in his eyes and nodded her acceptance.

Darcy took her hand and kissed it before he again sat at her side without releasing it. Neither could find words for some time. With excitement more like a boy of ten who had just been given his own Thoroughbred than a distinguished gentleman of seven and twenty, Darcy had to confirm his good fortune. "Truly, Elizabeth? You will marry me?"

Her grin grew as she nodded again and somehow found her voice. "Yes, I will marry you. I love you... Fitzwilliam."

He put his free hand on her cheek. "I love you, Elizabeth."

They were compelled to rise and continue their excursion. They talked of everything and nothing. Darcy would escort the sisters home the next day and speak to her father then.

When they returned to the house, Jane and Bingley were exactly as they had left them in the library. They interrupted the pair to share their good news. Jane hugged her sister and her joy matched Elizabeth's. Bingley was surprised, as he had seen no evidence of the attachment; but he was quick to wholeheartedly congratulate his friend. The foursome then settled into friendly company for the remainder of the afternoon.

The Hursts joined the couples for dinner and the evening. Mrs. Hurst and Elizabeth each played the pianoforte, and all enjoyed the quiet company. Caroline was neither seen, nor missed.

Darcy walked Elizabeth to her room as they retired for the night. When they reached her door, he shyly enquired, "Elizabeth, do you think you would have time for a short walk before we leave for services in the morning? I think we shall have little time to ourselves in the future."

"I look forward to it." she replied with a warm smile.

Chapter 7

Posted on Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Elizabeth woke early Sunday morning. She took her time dressing and putting up her hair, trying to accomplish her best. When she was satisfied, she went to the breakfast-room for some tea.

Mr. Darcy was already there, a boyish grin on his face as he drank his coffee. "Good morning, Elizabeth. A lovely day, is it not?"

"Indeed, Fitzwilliam." she smiled, a little nervous at the novelty of using his Christian name.

A few minutes later, they left the house, Elizabeth on Darcy's arm. The circuit path was not an option, and they did not have time for a long trek, so they chose a short path to a secluded grove.

After the house was no longer visible, Elizabeth felt Darcy's hand brush her neck.

"You have this one short little curl." He fingered it.

"Yes." She looked away. "I cannot do anything with it. I have tried to hide it, but it refuses to stay."

"I am glad. I love this teasing little curl... as I love you, Elizabeth."

They stopped and turned towards each other. "And I love you, Fitzwilliam." She smiled.

He brought his hand to her cheek. It felt so warm as she looked into his eyes. After a long moment, he leaned forward and she felt his lips upon hers. It was everything and nothing she expected of her first kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the sweet gentle kiss continued.

It was not long, though it seemed so, before he pulled back, drawing her into his embrace. For some time there was no need for words.

After they recovered their senses, they resumed their walk hand in hand. They discussed their hopes and plans and enjoyed their privacy. Before they returned to the house, Darcy stole another quick kiss.

The remainder of the Netherfield residents were present in the breakfast-room upon their return. Miss Bingley was more subdued than usual, but still glared daggers at Elizabeth.

Jane and Elizabeth's trunks had been loaded on Mr. Darcy's carriage, and Mr. Bingley helped Jane inside before Darcy handed up Elizabeth. Darcy then lifted Sirius in as well, looking around and seeing Milton wandering amongst the horses before he and Mr. Bingley entered the coach.

Miss Bingley watched, but was restrained from making a scene as Mr. Hurst aided her into her brother's coach. While Darcy and Bingley enjoyed their company en route to Longbourn Church, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst did their best to placate their sister.

Mr. Bennet noticed the arrival of his daughters in the expensive carriage and went to greet them. As the door was opened, it was obvious that Sirius intended to be his first priority. Mr. Bennet placed him on the ground by the Dalmatian, then assisted his daughters from the coach.

Once the gentlemen descended, Mr. Bennet shook their hands and thanked Mr. Bingley for his generosity. Darcy sent his coach to Longbourn house with the ladies' trunks, stating he and his companions could walk there after services.

This did not go unnoticed by Mr. Bennet.

Jane and Elizabeth sat with their family while the gentlemen sat with Bingley's sisters. Caroline had hoped to sit by Darcy, but was prevented as he took the end seat and Bingley promptly sat next to him. Sirius and Milton found a sunny spot near the front door to nap.

After services, Bingley and Darcy wasted no time rejoining the Bennets. They spoke with several neighbours, and as the crowd was breaking up, Darcy offered to escort Miss Mary and Miss Elizabeth back to their home. Bingley caught on swiftly and escorted Kitty and Jane, leaving Lydia to Mr. Bennet's arm.

A few neighbours, as well as Pastor Johnson, also went to Longbourn after services, and all stayed for luncheon. It was some time before Mr. Bennet could escape his guests for the solitude of his study. Darcy saw the manoeuvre and was soon at his door.

Elizabeth picked up some needlework to occupy herself and hoped no one would notice her anxiety. She sat in misery till Mr. Darcy appeared again, when, looking at him, she was a little relieved by his smile. In a few minutes he approached the table where she was sitting with Kitty, and, while pretending to admire her work, said in a whisper, "Go to your father; he wants you in the library." She was gone directly.

Her father was standing by the fireplace, looking rather perplexed. "I was rather surprised by Mr. Darcy's visit, Elizabeth. Am I to understand you have accepted a proposal of marriage from him?"

"I have, Papa."

"I thought you did not like him; you seemed quite offended with him after the assembly."

"I was; but he has long since apologized for his remark. We have become good friends since then. I know it appears sudden, sir. We have thought so ourselves, but no matter how much we try to address that logically, we know we belong together. We can talk about everything. I love him."

"You certainly seem to have made up your mind."

"I have."

"I suppose you have discussed the wedding?"

"We would wish to be married at Longbourn Church before Christmas."

"Before Christmas? That is rather soon."

"Mr. Darcy cannot be away from Pemberley, his estate, any longer than that. He originally planned to leave Hertfordshire during the first week of December. He can arrange to make only a trip into town to see his solicitor and collect his sister, but otherwise he shall remain at Netherfield until the end of the year. Also, as they will be here for the holiday, the timing would allow my Uncle and Aunt Gardiner to attend."

"It does appear that you have thought out everything; except perhaps, how your mother would react to the news; let alone the knowledge that she will have less than five weeks to prepare a wedding."

"She will be shocked. I think I shall wait until our guests are gone to have this discussion with her."

"Probably a wise choice, my child." He took a sip from the glass on his desk while he pondered a moment. "Lizzy, can you tell me much about Jane's young man?"

She looked at him quizzically, wondering where he intended to go with this tack. "I fully believe they are in love. I know Jane is, but you know that she does not display it openly. Still, they sit and talk for hours in perfect composure, completely oblivious to the world around them."

"I would have been far less surprised if Mr. Bingley had come to see me today. He seems the impulsive type who would forego a proper courtship."

"I would not be surprised if Mr. Bingley decides to propose in the middle of a conversation."

"Then I should get used to impulsive young men?"

"Mr. Bingley admits to being impulsive."

"And Mr. Darcy is not?"

"Mr. Darcy most definitely is not. He sometimes follows his intuition, and sometimes his decisions may seem quick, but he thinks everything through thoroughly before acting." She could see by his narrowed eyes that he was not convinced. "Impulsive for him would have been proposing two weeks ago when he says he knew we were meant to be, or expecting my immediate acceptance when he did ask. I gave it to him, but he was willing to wait. It is difficult to explain, but I know him, Papa; and I love him."

He sighed. "I see that you have made up your mind, and I am inclined to believe you are well suited. I gave Mr. Darcy my consent; I give you my blessing." He went to her and took her hand. "I love you, my little Lizzy."

"And I love you, Papa. Thank you! Oh, thank you." She kissed his cheek.

"You had best invite your young man and his friend for dinner tomorrow evening; if you do not think he will be frightened off by my ridiculous cousin, Mr. Collins."

"Mr. Collins? Next in the entail, Mr. Collins?"

"Yes, that Mr. Collins. Your mother does not even know yet, but he will be visiting. He gives the impression he will be looking for a wife."

"I shall extend the invitation immediately."

"Now get back to your Mr. Darcy and leave me to my books."

"Certainly. Thank you, Papa." She rose and surprised her father with a hug before she made her way to the door nearly skipping.

When she went to rejoin the others, she noticed Darcy was not in the drawing-room. Figuring he was likely outside, she put on her spencer and bonnet and went out.

She found him in front of the house, talking to Pastor Johnson.

"Miss Elizabeth." smiled Darcy.

She could not contain her happiness. "Papa has given us his blessing, Mr. Darcy."

He grinned as he took her hand and kissed it. "We shall have to discuss a date with Pastor Johnson soon."

The pastor recognized their looks and expressions and easily recognized the situation. He offered, "I was just heading back to the church if you would like to discuss it now."

Elizabeth replied, "We would not wish to inconvenience you, sir."

"You know I would do anything for you, Miss Lizzy." He winked at Darcy. "Elizabeth Alexandra was the first child I baptized in this parish."

Elizabeth smiled endearingly; she was quite fond of the old pastor. "Do you not need to speak to Papa?"

"I am certain he needs his solitude at the moment. Let us address the first issues. He will likely be grateful that you have taken on the planning. I can discuss matters with him during our chess game on the morrow."

They all walked to the church, discussing their plans. After checking the church calendar, it was decided they would marry on Monday, the 23rd of December.

The happy couple began their trek back to Longbourn House, quietly holding hands, but not speaking for some time, as they had much on their minds.

"Elizabeth, I do not know much about what you will need in preparation for the wedding and to leave Longbourn; but I know you will at least need some warmer clothes for the Derbyshire winter." She nodded. "I was thinking perhaps I could ask Mrs. Ashley, the modiste in Lambton, to come and help you with any new dresses or cloaks and such."

"I could not expect you to go to so much trouble. I do not think I would be able to manage a trip to London before our wedding, but I can ask my aunt to send some things and can get the rest in Meryton. My needs are simple and my wants are few."

"Bringing her here would be no trouble at all; I know she would be eager to assist you as my future wife, and I am certain she would enjoy shopping in London on your behalf. But Elizabeth, it is truly not so much a matter of what you need, but that I need you... I need for you to have every comfort and convenience."

"It is all too much, Fitzwilliam."

"Nothing is too much for you. If I can make your tasks easier, then I shall do so in a heartbeat, my love."

She considered the offer for a few moments. "If you know she truly will not mind, I will accept your offer. I will not have her put out though."

Slipping into a woody area just off the road, Darcy pulled Elizabeth into his embrace. "You truly are the most considerate person, my love. I would move heaven and earth to make you happy."

"You make me happy just holding me like this, my heart." She then stretched up and kissed him.

They remained in their secluded nook but another minute or two before returning to the road and to Longbourn. As the gentlemen were expected for dinner at Netherfield, they departed shortly thereafter.

Before Elizabeth turned in, she went to her mother's room. Mrs. Bennet was sitting near the fire, flipping through an issue of Journal des Dames despite the fact that she could not read French and it was nearly two years old. She looked up, somewhat surprised by the presence of her second daughter. "Oh Lizzy! Would Jane not look lovely in a dress like this?" She pointed to a one of the pictures. "Perhaps something like this for her wedding dress."

"It is very nice." She paused in an effort to get her mother's full attention. "Mama, I have some news I must share with you."

"Is it about Mr. Bingley and Jane? Did something happen at Netherfield? I knew her staying there would help him along." She was ebullient.

"Something happened at Netherfield, but it was not Mr. Bingley and Jane..." Her mother's mood instantly collapsed and she appeared to be shifting towards anger. "Mr. Darcy proposed to me. We are engaged."

"What nonsense are you playing at, Lizzy?" Her voice rose. "You are just like your father, always trying to vex me."

Elizabeth took a deep breath, "Mama, I am not jesting. I have accepted a marriage proposal from Mr. Darcy. We are good friends. We love each other."

"What does love have to do with it? Mr. Darcy has ten thousand a year." Mrs. Bennet seemed distant, as though still trying to comprehend her daughter's announcement.

"Mama..."

"Mr. Darcy! Ten thousand a year! How ever did you do that, Lizzy?" She began to fidget, her agitation growing.

"We talked..." Elizabeth tried.

"Ten thousand a year."

"Yes, Mama."

Mrs. Bennet just sat there with a faraway look. Elizabeth waited, but it seemed that her mother would say no more. "I shall turn in now, Mama. Good night."

Just as she was entering her own room, her mother appeared behind her and followed her in. "Ten thousand a year, and likely more! Oh Lizzy, what pin money you shall have! And fine carriages! You must be wed by a Special License. Oh! And in April!"

"Mama, we have Papa's blessing, and we spoke to Pastor this afternoon. There is no reason for us not to publish the banns, and we shall marry on the 23rd of December."

Mrs. Bennet paced frantically. "That will not do, Elizabeth. There will be no time for a trip into town for your trousseau."

Elizabeth was calm and firm with her reply. "Mr. Darcy needs to return to his estate after Christmas. He does not wish to wait longer for us to marry. You would not have me offend him by making him wait, would you?"

Her mother stopped and looked confused. "Well... no... but Lizzy..."

"We do not need the most lavish wedding. As for my trousseau, Mr. Darcy will be sending his sister's favourite modiste to attend me here."

"Here? Oh, Mr. Darcy has thought of everything!" Mrs. Bennet hugged her daughter before she came to a new realization. "You will have to be the most attentive and grateful wife. No more of your impertinence! You will have to watch yourself, Lizzy."

Before Elizabeth could respond, Mrs. Bennet took her hand and Elizabeth could feel her trembling. "Oh dear, you will have so much. A grand estate, and a house in town. And you will be able to put your sisters in the paths of other rich men... This is just so much. I never expected this of you."

Putting her free hand on her mother's shoulder, Elizabeth calmly replied, "I know, Mama." It was all she could do to keep from rolling her eyes.

It took a few more minutes to calm her mother before Elizabeth was able to claim she was tired. This led Mrs. Bennet to spend another five minutes advising her daughter how important it was that she rest to retain her looks; but once she was certain Elizabeth understood, she retired.

Elizabeth prepared for bed quickly and curled up with Sirius to dream of her life as Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

This chapter is dedicated to Ashley, who inspired the beginning of this chapter when she took up Darcy's case, arguing that the poor guy didn't get enough love after his successful proposal...

Chapter 8

Posted on Friday, 21 March 2008

Mr. Darcy arrived at Longbourn just as the Bennets were finishing their breakfast. As Mrs. Hill led him to the breakfast-parlour, he heard Elizabeth's voice, "something very pompous in his style. And what can he mean by apologizing for being next in the entail?"

Mrs. Hill tapped on the door and entered. "Mr. Darcy."

"Mr. Darcy, how good of you to join us so early." greeted Mr. Bennet, coolly, but politely. "Have you broken your fast? Or perhaps we could at least offer you some coffee or tea?"

"I have already eaten, though a cup of coffee would be agreeable." Elizabeth was already approaching the sideboard, so Darcy took the seat next to the one she had just vacated.

She placed his coffee before him and resumed her seat. "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth." He kissed her hand lightly and smiled.

Elizabeth returned his grin. "We were discussing our cousin, Mr. Collins, who arrives this afternoon." She returned her focus to her father. "Do you think Mr. Collins a sensible man, sir?"

"No, my dear; I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the reverse. Just look at his references to his esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine."

"Lady Catherine?" inquired Darcy.

"Yes, a Lady Catherine De Bourgh, patroness to the Hunsford Parish in Kent."

"My aunt." muttered Darcy quietly.

Being close enough to have heard him, Elizabeth asked, "This Lady Catherine is your aunt? Then you know Mr. Collins?"

"No, her previous rector passed away right before my last visit, at Easter. I have never met Mr. Collins; but if my aunt likes him, he is certain to be rather obsequious.

"That would certainly fit with his letter, Mr. Darcy." responded Mr. Bennet with a small laugh.

After a few more minutes in company, the couple was able to make their escape to the garden. It was just a bit chilly, but rather refreshing for a short walk arm in arm.

Elizabeth had both hands on Darcy's right arm, and his left hand covered them, stroking distractedly. "Does something disturb you, Fitzwilliam?"

"My Aunt Catherine. She is domineering and outspoken; freely advises everyone on how to live their lives; and is determined that the world shall bend to her will. She has long intended that I marry her daughter, Anne, even though both of us have assured her it will never happen. I am worried about how she will react to news of our engagement; but knowing her, it also concerns me that her parson will be here."

"He cannot be all that bad, could he?"

"We shall see. I am only glad I shall be here this evening. I will not allow him to offend you." He already appeared to be offended himself.

"You are not even giving him a chance." she retorted. "If he does subscribe to her opinions, I would still hope he will have enough respect for us to not offend."

"I love how you always have such a positive outlook, Elizabeth. I hope you are correct." He lifted her right hand and kissed her fingers. "I am afraid I do not often see the good in life lately. I consider myself the luckiest man in the world that I did not overlook you. I was in such low spirits when I came here."

"As I am blessed that you were able to show your true self to me. While the Mr. Darcy I saw at the assembly intrigued me, I did not like him at all."

Darcy frowned, then tried to look hopeful. "Is it safe to say I improve upon acquaintance?"

"I think that would fit." She looked thoughtful. "I was still a bit perplexed my first day or so at Netherfield. It took me a short while to understand when you present yourself and when you hide behind your severe façade." She tried to emulate his look, but could not retrain herself for more than a moment. Breaking into a smile, she looked adoringly at Darcy. "Once I understood that, it took but a moment to realize I was already falling in love with you."

Without her eyes leaving his, her expression changed to one of concern. "Will you not tell me why you were so unhappy? I am here to support you too."

"It concerns Georgiana." He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "She was put upon by someone she thought was a friend. I shall tell you all," he squeezed her hand; "but if you could wait a day or two, I feel we have already dwelled on dark thoughts enough this morning.

"Your sister is well now, I hope?"

"She is not her former self, but she improves daily. I am certain that news of a new sister and meeting you will do wonders for her."

"I look forward to meeting Georgiana." She thought quietly for a moment. "Perhaps I should send her a letter."

"I think she would like that very much. I must write her, as well as my aunts."

"I have an aunt too, who must not be neglected. Might we return to the house and attend to our correspondence together?"

"That is a splendid idea, my love."

Elizabeth left Mr. Darcy seated at a table in the west sitting room, with both their dogs at his feet, and ordered some tea. She collected writing materials and returned a few minutes later, taking a seat at his right. She placed before him a new plume that was neatly debarbed.

"You made this, Elizabeth?" he inquired with pleasant surprise.

She grinned coyly. "I cannot say how well I mend pens; but I do find some enjoyment in making them. I also suspected that should you ever need a pen here, you would prefer your own, as there is not a single left handed person in the house."

"First you prepare my coffee perfectly, and now this. Does nothing escape your notice?"

"Not when it comes to you, Fitzwilliam." Her eyes glimmered as she replied.

"You give me more reasons to love you every day. Thank you." He kissed her fingers and they settled in to their task.

They wrote their letters, sharing the inkwell and surreptitiously holding hands from time to time. When they were done, Darcy took her letters to send into town with his courier.

"Before I take my leave, I should speak with your father about my Aunt Catherine. I would not wish him to be caught off guard by Mr. Collins." he sighed.

Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement. "Pastor Johnson is probably still in with him. They can spend quite some time in their ‘parish meetings.'" she added with a mischievous grin.

"It might serve well that he is also there. I shall be but a short time, my love." He kissed her palm and went to knock upon the study door.

When it was time for him to go, Elizabeth walked him to the door to enjoy a moment of privacy before he departed.

Chapter 9

Posted on Wednesday, 26 March 2008

The Reverend William Collins arrived at Longbourn promptly at four. He praised his hosts and assessed the furnishings. He was clearly reviewing the "assets" of his young, female cousins when Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were announced.

It took but a minute for him to realize he was in the presence of his esteemed patroness' nephew. Without waiting for Mr. Bennet to perform a proper introduction, he approached Darcy. "Mr. Darcy, I had no idea I would meet you under such circumstances. I am Lady Catherine's rector and she speaks of you often. Having seen her and Miss De Bourgh just this morning, before my departure, I can assure you of their good health."

Darcy tried to give Elizabeth a comforting look. He was not the least bit surprised by Mr. Collins; he was the perfect parson for his aunt. It did little to quell her mortification though.

While he found Mr. Collins' monologue diverting, Mr. Bennet inadvertently rescued Darcy by speaking up. "Yes, wonderful news, Mr. Collins. Since you have relieved me of the duty of introducing Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to introduce his friend and our neighbour, Mr. Charles Bingley."

"Very good to meet you, Mr. Bingley. As I was saying, Mr. Darcy, I saw your lovely fiancée, Miss De Bourgh just this morning. She did not speak to me then as only..."

"Mr. Collins! What is this nonsense you are speaking?" interrupted Mrs. Bennet in one of her higher pitches. "Mr. Darcy has just become betrothed to our Lizzy here! I must tell you, sir, you are obviously confused!"

"My dear Mrs. Bennet, I assure you that my esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine De Bourgh, often speaks of the day Mr. Darcy will wed her lovely daughter Anne and take up residence at Rosings Park. He is a very lucky gentleman, for Miss De Bourgh is a jewel."

Darcy had not been able to get a word in edgewise, and in spite of his earlier suggestion that such falsehoods would likely be dispensed as gospel, Elizabeth was looking rather wan. He rushed to her side and took her hand, while sitting down next to her. He whispered, "I love you, Elizabeth. I am not surprised by his statements, but they are entirely wrong."

Collins' jaw dropped when he observed this action. He was trying to find words when Darcy looked at him and admonished, "Mr. Collins, you will desist with my aunt's falsehoods. If you had ever spoken to my cousin on this matter, she would have assured you that Lady Catherine is the only person in the whole of England who expects that Anne and I should marry... Miss De Bourgh quite possibly has less desire for the connection than I do." Darcy still held Elizabeth's hand and squeezed it. "I am engaged to Miss Elizabeth, and we shall marry next month."

Collins stared at Darcy, and was shocked at his ungentlemanly behaviour. What can he mean holding my cousin's hand like that? If Lady Catherine saw that, she would be terribly angry. He tried to pull himself more erect. It was up to him to correct this situation! "Mr. Darcy, I can see why you are attracted to my cousin, Elizabeth, but sir, she is a gentlewoman! Unlike these people, I know of your engagement to Miss De Bourgh, so I must demand that you not dishonour my family."

Everyone in the room wore shocked expressions. Mrs. Bennet put her arm to her forehead, but would not complain of her nerves or faintness for fear of missing whatever came next.

Darcy stood, still not releasing Elizabeth's hand. "Mr Collins. I am engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and only Miss Elizabeth." His voice grew louder and sterner. "I never have been, nor shall I ever be, engaged to Anne De Bourgh!"

Mr. Bennet watched the exchange closely, hiding a smirk. Collins was proving to be more entertaining than expected.

"Mr. Darcy, sir, I realize that my cousins are not of the same class as you, but my cousin Bennet is a gentleman, sir. I must implore you to cease your attempt to dally with Miss Elizabeth..."

"Mr. Collins, cease this ‘lecture' this instant! Miss Elizabeth is my one, my only, fiancée. I will not allow you to disrespect her. If you persist, I will immediately remove her from this house!" He paused. "And Miss Bennet or anyone else who is offended by your stories!"

As no one else appeared to be trying to control the scene, Mr. Bingley spoke up. "Darcy, please sit. Let us find a friendlier topic. Mr. Collins, why not tell us of your plans while visiting Longbourn."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Bingley. Thank you. My patroness, Mr. Darcy's aunt, the esteemed and generous Lady Catherine De Bourgh, recommended it was time I should find a wife. As I am set to inherit Longbourn, she thought it a brilliant idea to select from amongst my cousins." He gave Jane and Elizabeth long glances. "It would not only help heal the rift that existed between my father and Mr. Bennet, but it does appear his daughters are lovely, indeed.

Bingley swallowed. He could not be thinking of marrying my Jane!

"That is a splendid idea, Mr. Collins!" was Mrs. Bennet's heartfelt response. "I must suggest that my Mary would make a wonderful parson's wife. She is an expert on... the church... on... uhm theology!"

Collins glanced at Mary, and while she was pretty, she had not her older sisters' looks, and her dress was far more conservative.

Not caring for the current direction, Mary tried to intercede. "Tell us of Hunsford, Mr. Collins. Do you have many parishioners?

Collins stuttered a bit at the turn. "Uh, yes, Miss Mary. I would say about eighty attend regular services. It is a lovely church, and the parsonage as well. Lady Catherine has been so helpful with her suggestions. I am so fortunate to have her as my patroness. Never have I had the honour of knowing someone so generous and... oh and her lovely daughter, who is betrothed to"

"No one, Mr. Collins! My cousin is betrothed to no one." Darcy seethed coldly. He tried to lift his tone, "Mr. Bennet, would you mind if Miss Elizabeth and I... and perhaps Mr. Bingley and Miss Bennet, went for a stroll in the garden before dinner?"

Scarcely able to contain his mirth, Mr. Bennet decided that Darcy and Elizabeth had suffered enough. "Of course, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps I shall convince my cousin to join me in a game of chess.

The foursome was soon outside walking together. Once safely away from the house, Elizabeth spoke anxiously. "Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, I am so sorry about my cousin... he..."

"There is no need for apologies, Elizabeth." replied Darcy. "I thought only of you as Mr. Collins rambled.

"Indeed, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet. You cannot choose your relations." added Bingley. I should know! "You need not worry about us."

"Yes, Elizabeth. Just do let me know if he bothers you. I shall do everything in my power to put your mind at ease." Darcy took her hand, and she seemed to calm a bit.

Jane, appearing as serene as ever, added, "We are used to relatives who sometimes lack... decorum. Mr. Collins is not likely to offend us overmuch."

Gazing into Jane's eyes, Bingley replied, "But you will tell us if he does? I cannot accept your discomfort."

Darcy looked quizzically at Bingley. "Elizabeth, you must tell me if he becomes too bothersome. I will not allow him to hurt you."

She squeezed his hand. "I promise to let you know, but Jane is right, we should not likely be overly offended." She looked up into his eyes. "And we know the truth." she added with an assured smile.

A few minutes later they were at dinner. Mr. Collins was impressed with the meal, and Mrs. Bennet kept him engaged with conversation of the menu and cook and unsuspectingly, of running Longbourn house in general. Darcy, Elizabeth, Bingley and Jane were all able to continue an enjoyable discourse through the meal.

The gentlemen adjourned to Mr. Bennet's study after dinner, so Jane and Elizabeth settled in with their needlework. Mary was reading as was her wont, while they were quite aware of Lydia, Kitty and their mother chattering across the room from them.

Elizabeth could hear the men's voices rising, and as they got louder, she found herself unable to focus on her work. Jane took her sister's hand and held it while Elizabeth studied her feet. The voices continued to get louder, but they were still unable to make out anything that was said.

After several minutes, Mr. Bennet's study door opened and was closed loudly. Elizabeth heard several heavy steps, and then nothing. She squeezed Jane's hand not knowing what else to do. The heavy steps resumed, and Elizabeth looked up to see a very stiff Darcy in the doorway. He looked more stern than he had even at the Meryton Assembly.

"Elizabeth. A moment."

She felt like a six year-old suddenly. She could do nothing but gaze up at him and answer in the affirmative, "Yes, sir." Her hand was trembling a bit, and Jane squeezed it as Elizabeth rose to exit the room.

Elizabeth led him to the small sitting room where they had written their letters that morning. Darcy paced back and forth a couple of times, making her even more anxious. She tried to speak, "Fff... Mr... Is there..."

Before she could emit a full question, she was ensconced in his tight embrace. "Oh, Elizabeth..." He kissed the top of her head. "That man is so infuriating!" He did not relax his grip, but Elizabeth was able to snake her arms around his waist.

"I am so sorry, Fitzwilliam." she said in little more than a whisper. "You must be so displeased with my family." She tightened her hold as tears began to escape her eyes, afraid of what he would say next.

"The only member of your family who truly concerns me is you, my love." He distractedly moved one hand up and down her spine and kissed her hair. "I understand more now than ever how I need you." He bent his head and rested his cheek against hers. "I love you, Elizabeth."

A few tears were still escaping her eyes, but she knew they would be all right. "I love you too, Fitzwilliam; and I shall always be here for you. Will you not tell me what has you so upset?"

"It is just that your cousin is infuriating. He continues to assert that my cousin and I are engaged; and was rather indecorous as no ladies were present. I could not believe your father just accepted it for so long." He adjusted his arms, pulling her closer again, then whispered in her ear. "Promise me, Elizabeth. Promise me that you shall not let him upset you. And if he should, you must tell me immediately. I will not think twice about removing you from this house. No one should have to tolerate that; especially you, my love."

"Worry not for me, my Fitzwilliam. I shall be fine; but if he does bother me, you shall be the first to know." She turned her head and kissed his cheek. "I love you, and in a month I shall be your wife. What can hurt me when I know that?"

"Thank you, Elizabeth. Your love means everything to me."

Having reassured themselves and comforted one another, they found the strength to return to company. Mr. Collins was reading aloud from Fordyce's Sermons, and was thus unable to impose his thoughts and opinions on the others. When he finished, Darcy and Bingley excused themselves for the night. Jane and Elizabeth decided to follow their lead and retired quickly to their chambers as well.

Chapter 10

Posted on Monday, 31 March 2008

The next morning, Lydia declared her need to walk to Meryton. Every sister except Mary agreed to go with her; and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet was unable to accept the arrangement and ordered Mary to go along as well.

Elizabeth quickly donned her bonnet and spencer and went out to await the others with Sirius. She was sitting on the bench with Sirius' head in her lap when the others emerged. Mr. Collins offered his hand to assist her up, and then placed her hand on his arm as he began to lead her from the yard. Sirius took an immediate interest in him, and was sniffing him all over as they started off.

Collins could only tolerate so much of this behaviour and tried to brush the dog away. "Miss Elizabeth, do you know why this dog is pestering me so?"

"Sirius, come here!" She patted her skirt on the side away from Collins. "He is an extremely devoted companion of mine. He seems interested in everyone, but he is probably acting so since you are so close to me right now."

"I... I do not particularly like dogs."

She gave him a disapproving glance. "I am sure he means no harm, Mr. Collins. I think he simply believes he is protecting me."

Jane also took up a place beside Elizabeth and Sirius. She was rather intrigued by Collins' attentions to her sister, and had no intention of leaving her unprotected. "Lizzy, do you think we could stop in the Lunds' shop? I would like to get a nice token to thank Miss Bingley for graciously allowing our stay at Netherfield."

Elizabeth tried not to roll her eyes. Jane is always too kind and generous. "Certainly, Jane. I know you are so considerate, how could we not?"

Before Jane could respond, Mr. Collins began speaking. "This is a lovely area, Miss Elizabeth. It is so refreshing to walk like this. Nearly every day I walk from my humble parsonage at Hunsford to Lady Catherine's lovely Rosings..."

He continued on about his situation, mentioning all of the benefits of his living and the generosity of his patroness. Elizabeth found it difficult to attend, but also noticed he never mentioned Anne De Bourgh.

As they reached Meryton, Lydia and Kitty ran ahead. Mr. Collins tutted at their behaviour, while Jane and Elizabeth shared familiar expressions of disappointment. Fortunately, it did not take long for their party to reach Lydia and Kitty. They had stopped just up the street, and were talking to a militia officer and a handsome, but unfamiliar gentleman.

"Jane! Lizzy! Mr. Denny has returned. You remember Mr. Denny? And this is his friend, Mr. Wickham." Jane and Elizabeth curtseyed. Lydia's voice dropped, "Oh, and this is my sister, Mary and my cousin, Mr. Collins."

Elizabeth could not help but notice that Sirius placed himself before her with his hackles up. He absolutely would not let her move further. She had never seen him like this before, but she knew he must have sensed something he did not like. I must pay close attention.

Mr. Wickham seemed friendly enough as he spoke of accepting a commission with the militia. Everyone chatted politely, but Elizabeth could not detect what made Sirius behave so. She was pondering this when she heard a barking dog approach, and looked to see Milton running towards them. He came to a halt beside Sirius and growled at Mr. Wickham, baring his teeth.

"Your dog, Miss Elizabeth?" he stuttered.

"Not yet. Milton?" She looked at the dog, who did not move a muscle. "Apparently he thinks that he already is, though." She looked around for Darcy, and a moment later was able to see him and Mr. Bingley riding quickly up the street behind Denny and Wickham.

Darcy dismounted the instant his horse stopped. "Elizabeth! Are you..." He could see she was well, so he shifted his gaze to Milton's quest. "Wickham." Darcy growled.

"Darcy." Wickham uttered, trying to retain a calm, friendly appearance, despite his shaking and total loss of colour. "How good to see you. I did not expect to find you here."

Darcy touched Milton's head, and he silenced and sat, like Sirius, still preventing any closing of the distance between Wickham and Elizabeth. "I am certain of that, Wickham, else I doubt you would be trying to impose yourself on the good people of Meryton." The disdain was clear in his voice.

"I, uh... I have just joined the militia regiment that is quartered here."

"Perhaps the work and training will do you good." Darcy replied coldly. Turning his attention and relaxing his voice, he said, "Ladies, Mr. Collins, we should be on our way." He offered his arm to Elizabeth. "I believe I need to speak with Mr. Bennet."

All of the party except Lydia took the cue and quickly said goodbyes and started to move away. "But Lizzy! I have not bought my ribbon! I shall not go home without my ribbon!"

Jane looked at Elizabeth, then tried to catch Mr. Bingley's eye. "I have something to purchase as well. I shall stay with Lydia, only to make our purchases, and we shall return home immediately thereafter."

"I want to stay too!" appealed Kitty.

"No, Kitty, you are to come with us. That is fine, Jane, but please do hurry."

Bingley caught Darcy's eye and quickly offered, "I shall be happy to accompany you, Miss Bennet, Miss Lydia."

Jane agreed, and Darcy claimed it a splendid plan. He and Elizabeth started to turn away, when Collins appeared immediately in front of them. "May I escort you home, Miss Elizabeth?"

Both looked at him in awe. Darcy spoke first. "As you can see, I am escorting my fiancée. I also have to speak privately with her, so perhaps you should walk with Miss Mary and Miss Catherine." Darcy placed Elizabeth's hand on his arm and began towards Longbourn, collecting his horse's reins from Bingley as he passed.

They did not speak for the first few minutes while Darcy assured himself that Denny and Wickham had gone off in a different direction than Bingley, Jane and Lydia, and that Collins was escorting Mary and Kitty back toward Longbourn, while at a safe distance for their discourse. When he felt all was in as much order as was likely, he began gravely. "Is this the first you have met Mr. Wickham?"

"Yes, he apparently came from London with Mr. Denny yesterday. I could see no obvious problems with him, but Sirius sensed something immediately; and then Milton..."

"Dogs do seem to have a good sense about people. You cannot imagine my shock. I would not wish for you to know anyone the likes of Mr. Wickham."

She looked up at him curiously. "It did appear you have a history with him?"

He squeezed her top hand that rested on his arm. "A much longer history than I would prefer. He grew up at Pemberley. His father was my father's steward, and my father was his godfather. My father paid for his education at Cambridge, and it was when we were there that we truly grew apart. He is not a man of high morals. He has run up debts which I have discharged and..."

Elizabeth had felt the tension in him and she squeezed his arm as she tried to speak soothingly. "You need not go further; I can see he is not to be trusted."

"No, I must. It is difficult though." He looked back, assuring himself of the distance between them and the rest of the party. "You recall that yesterday I spoke of Georgiana, how someone..."

Elizabeth was immediately irate. "Mr. Wickham was the one? He tried to take advantage of a fifteen year-old?"

"Yes, Elizabeth. This past summer, I allowed Georgiana to spend some weeks in Ramsgate with her companion. Mrs. Younge was apparently working with him, and provided them with opportunities to meet. He... he convinced Georgiana that she was in love with him and persuaded her to elope to Scotland." He swallowed, and Elizabeth reached up and touched his cheek. "Fortunately... so fortunately, I had found time and went for an unplanned visit..." Elizabeth could see tears trying to form in his eyes. "He had convinced her not to tell me, Elizabeth. With me there though, she could not hide; she told me immediately. Thank God."

Elizabeth flushed. "Oh Fitzwilliam, so close!"

"She would not have told me. She so nearly... He admitted all that he wanted was her fortune. It was only by a small coincidence that I saved her. I nearly failed her, my only sister..."

"It must have been Providence that sent you. You must thank God that you did save her. Poor child." Tears did escape her eyes as they walked silently for a minute. "How does she fare now?"

He brushed the tears from her cheeks and spoke almost absently. "She has always been quiet and shy, and while she improves, she is more subdued and withdrawn than before. I have been terribly worried for her. I would not have left her and come to Hertfordshire if our Aunt Juliet, Lady Sherwood, had not insisted upon it." He stopped and looked Elizabeth in the eye. "Perhaps that was Providence as well. For not only have I certainly found my perfect wife, but I believe that in her, I have found the sister Georgiana needs so dearly."

She gazed at him and smiled warmly. "I very much wish to be both. I love you, Fitzwilliam."

"And I, you, my dearest Elizabeth."

Immediately upon reaching Longbourn, Darcy sought out Mr. Bennet. The door to the study had scarcely closed, and Mr. Collins was at Elizabeth's side. He rambled on about their walk and how he looked forward to one day calling Hertfordshire home, despite how he loved Kent, as she certainly would as well.

He spoke of his parsonage and all that Lady Catherine had done to improve it. Again he stressed how he was certain Elizabeth would like it.

Even the arrival of Jane and Mr. Bingley did not cease Mr. Collins' praises. Elizabeth was putting all her effort into trying to appear attentive, when Darcy and her father emerged from the study. "Mr. Bingley... Excuse me, Mr. Bingley." It took a little effort for Mr. Bennet to draw Bingley's attention from Jane. "I say, let us all have a ride. Mr. Collins, you too."

"Uhm..." Mr. Collins looked around. "If it is agreeable, I would prefer to remain here, where I can speak with Miss Elizabeth."

"You do ride, Mr. Collins? I would imagine it would be difficult for a gentleman to run an estate if he did not ride. Do you not agree, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy agreed, and Collins stammered for another few moments. "Uh, of course I ride. I was just so thoroughly enjoying Miss Elizabeth's company."

"I am sure. Well, as we are riding through and discussing Longbourn, I insist you join us." Catching Elizabeth's grateful eyes, he smiled. "Lizzy, do tell your mother that we will dine in Meryton and be out a good portion of the afternoon." He turned, "You will be able to join us for dinner though, will you not, Mr. Darcy? Mr. Bingley?"

Both men accepted the invitation. "Lizzy, would you also send a note to Netherfield and advise them that the gentlemen will be dining here? Perhaps you should extend the invitation to Miss Bingley and the Hursts as well." She could see that even he hoped they would not accept. However, etiquette was to be followed.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she replied, "I will gladly do so, sir. Enjoy your ride."

Darcy went over to Elizabeth and took her hand. He looked longingly into her eyes. "I hope we shall have some time to talk tonight. Were it not for necessary business, I would not spend this time away from you."

"I understand." She offered a subdued smile. "We should have some time to talk when you return."

Chapter 11

Posted on Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Elizabeth sent off her note to Netherfield, then spent the remainder of her afternoon with her mother, going over fashion periodicals and discussing her wedding plans. Elizabeth would be pleased simply by the presence of her betrothed, Pastor Johnson and her family; the fashions and the décor of the church were not significant.

Her tastes did not often coincide with her mother's, but she did her best to appease her by spending the time and agreeing to some compromises. Recognizing that her mother was an excellent hostess, Elizabeth agreed to let her take the full arrangements for the wedding breakfast.

She was pleased when she received the missive stating that Miss Bingley and the Hursts had declined the dinner invitation, but in turn Mrs. Hurst had asked if the eldest Miss Bennets would dine with them on the morrow. Mrs. Bennet was elated and pressed the girls to accept, even though they would miss dinner and cards at her sister's house. Jane and Elizabeth much preferred the idea of spending the evening with Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy to cards at Aunt Phillips', so they returned their acceptance.

Still, she was not truly happy until the gentlemen returned. Unfortunately there was no time for private conversation, as it was dusk, and all the Bennet ladies were waiting in the drawing-room. Darcy was quick to take the seat by his fiancée, disturbed that Mr. Collins clearly had the same objective.

There was general discussion of the gentlemen's outing, but Elizabeth could tell they were not relaying the whole story. Darcy and Elizabeth were able to speak quietly amongst themselves at times before and during dinner, but Darcy would not broach the subject that interested her most.

When the gentlemen rejoined the ladies about a half hour after dinner, Darcy wasted no time approaching Elizabeth; he was well aware of his fiancée's impatience. "Might I convince you to perform on the pianoforte, Miss Elizabeth, if I were to offer to turn pages for you?"

"How could I refuse?" she answered politely, and they made their way to the instrument. As she took her seat, she looked teasingly up at Darcy and remarked, "You have been holding out on me this afternoon, Fitzwilliam."

As Elizabeth selected her music, he practically whispered in her ear. "Not by choice, I assure you, my dear. It was a well spent afternoon, I believe; and while it would have been more enjoyable without Mr. Collins, I could not leave him behind to impose upon you."

"Shall you always be so gallant, sir?" she replied in a half tease.

"Do you truly need to ask, my love?" he softly returned.

She selected a piece she knew rather well and began to play. He raised his voice a little and continued, "I pointed out to your father that regardless of how little anyone likes the idea, Mr. Collins is to inherit this estate. Longbourn is still your father's legacy, so it is in his interest to impart knowledge to your cousin." Elizabeth nodded to assure him of her understanding.

"Our first order of business was to tour some of Longbourn, where of course, we met some tenants. It was an excellent opportunity for Bingley and Mr. Collins to observe a landlord properly tending his estate.

"We then rode into Meryton... Your father is an excellent horseman." The smile and humour were clear in his voice.

Hitting a discordant note, Elizabeth looked up with surprise. "Fitzwilliam! You did not race my father!"

He grinned sheepishly. "I let him win; though it was almost not necessary. He has an excellent steed."

She tried to be disdainful, but could not. "And what of the others?"

"Bingley is so good and patient; he stayed with your cousin." His voice dropped, "I suppose I should thank him."

"Indeed you should." she admonished. "Mr. Bingley is a very good man." She looked up to where the gentleman sat whispering with her sister. "So then what did you do?"

"We ate at the tavern, where we had the good fortune to see Colonel Forster. I spoke to him and advised him to keep an eye on Wickham. As a gentleman, I did not go into particulars; and I did suggest that it was possible that by seeking occupation, he was trying to reform."

"Do you believe that, Fitzwilliam?"

He shook his head and frowned. "No, but I do not wish to stand in his way if that is his goal. If it is not, then he will likely opt to depart." Elizabeth nodded.

I also spoke to Mr. Turner before we left the tavern, and Mr. Lund and Mr. Gayle as we visited their shops, advising them to be very careful extending credit to him, or anyone of such short acquaintance."

Elizabeth looked up at him as he turned her page. "I am somewhat surprised to hear of you being so forward."

He gave her a half smile, accepting the truth of her comment. "It helped that your father handled the introductions; and he and Bingley did most of the talking. A mischievous grin crossed his face. "You would have enjoyed the expression on Mr. Collins' face each time your father introduced me as his future son."

She smiled, and her fingers stumbled a little as she quickly glanced at Mr. Darcy. "I never expected you to take pleasure at another's discomfort."

"You are correct, my love. His refusal to accept our engagement disturbs me. I should be happy he did not try to discount your father this afternoon." he sighed. "I suppose even he realized how wrong it would be since we were there out of our duty to protect your neighbours."

Elizabeth glanced up with a smile. "You feel very strongly about duty."

"What responsible man does not? Many people rely upon me, and I take their needs seriously. Georgiana and you, and our family are of the utmost importance. Pemberley, and now for you, Longbourn, have their demands. We must care for not only the tenants, but the local town and parish; they are all as dependent upon us as we are upon them"

She signalled for him to turn the page as she gave him an endearing glance. "I love you very much, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

He practically glowed at her admission. "I love you too, Elizabeth Bennet." She was not quite sure, but Elizabeth thought she heard him whisper, "Darcy."

They returned to the party, and Mary took the opportunity to perform. Elizabeth prepared their coffees and they sat together, gladly away from Mr. Collins, and spoke with Mr. Bennet.

"That was a lovely performance, Lizzy, my dear. I did not realize you still needed pages to play that piece."

Elizabeth blushed a little. "While I know it well, I do not have it fully memorized. I am sure you heard an error or two."

He laughed lightly. "I did, but I suspect they were more due to not attending the music, than a need to read it."

Before she could answer, Mrs. Hill came to the door. "Excuse me, there is a courier here for Mr. Darcy?"

Mr. Bennet looked at his future son with surprise. "I did not realize you now received your mail here, Darcy. Is there something I should know?"

With a small embarrassed grin, Darcy replied, "He is here because Longbourn is on his way to Netherfield, and he must have a letter or two for Miss Elizabeth. I simply instructed he inquire for me if he stopped here."

"So I do not need to have a room prepared? I was hoping you had decided not to take my Lizzy away from me after all."

"Papa! Do stop teasing Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth interrupted, allowing Darcy to leave the room.

He returned shortly with a small stack of letters, handing two to Elizabeth and putting the remainder in his pocket. Elizabeth checked the addresses on hers and set them on the table nearby. She glanced between the letters, her fiancé and her father, but could not think of a new topic of conversation.

After a few quiet minutes, Mr. Bennet relented. "Lizzy, take your young man and go read your letters. You are no good company like this, and the only person here who is not family, will not likely notice your absence." He looked towards Mr. Bingley, before looking to Darcy challengingly. "You have a gift for monopolizing my daughter, Darcy."

Darcy smiled at the jest. "It is a gift I treasure, sir. I shall return her to you shortly... for now."

"I expect nothing less, son."

Elizabeth let in Sirius and Milton and they all went to the small parlour.

With a serious tone, Darcy began, "I did not receive any reply from my Aunt Catherine, but that is no surprise. Oddly enough, though, I did receive one from my cousin, Anne." He read the brief message and handed it to Elizabeth.

Dearest Cousin,

If you have received this, I have been successful in my endeavour to find some opportunity of putting this letter in the hands of your courier.

Mother was quite distressed yesterday, and I knew from her behaviour, it could only be news of your engagement. With some effort I was able to see your missive, and I am so pleased for you. I often wondered if you would ever find someone tolerable, let alone achieve the love match you always desired.

Your Elizabeth sounds lovely, and I would hope for an opportunity to meet her. Unfortunately with my health and Mother's anger, I do not see that in the near future. Please do send her my best wishes.

Fondly,
Anne

"That is very kind of her, Fitzwilliam; but your aunt..."

Darcy took her hand and stroked the back of it soothingly. "I did not expect a reply, at least not a favourable one. Do not fret, my love. I never expected Aunt Catherine's support; but I fully expect the support of Uncle Robert and Aunt Juliet; and Lady Catherine would not cross Lord Sherwood." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "Read Georgiana's letter."

Elizabeth opened the missive. It was short; the one he received from her looked as if it was four pages!

Dear Miss Bennet,

Thank you for your long and kind letter. I was quite surprised upon receipt of it and the news conveyed by both you and my brother. It seems quite sudden, but I know that Fitzwilliam does not waste time when he is sure of himself.

Your news must explain the improvement in spirits so apparent in his recent letters. He is the best brother, Miss Bennet, and his happiness means so much to me. I hope the two of you will always be very happy together.

I look forward to meeting you and having you for a sister. I have always wanted a sister and I hope you do not mind having another. Your stories about your sisters and your dog were quite entertaining.

Respectfully,
Georgiana Darcy

"She is very polite; speaks of how important your happiness is and how she looks forward to having me as her sister." Elizabeth commented quietly.

"It is just that she does not know you, my love. Listen to this, 'I enjoyed her letter very much. She wrote about her sisters and her dog and growing up at Longbourn. She seems very lively, but still friendly and sweet. Do you think she will really like me? I think I should very much like to have her as a sister.' And here, 'I very much look forward to you taking me to Hertfordshire. I am eager to meet Miss Bennet and her Sirius. She says he likes Milton. Do you think Sirius will like Lady Pamela?' That would be her spaniel; mischievous little thing. She sounds quite happy for us."

She offered him a small smile. "It does sound more promising."

"You must understand how shy and reserved she is, dear. I would not be surprised if it took her just as long to write her note to you as this letter to me. I suspect that once she knows you, it will be difficult to keep her quiet."

Elizabeth read the letter from her aunt while Darcy perused his other mail. After a few minutes she commented, "My aunt is very happy for us, though also surprised with the news. Did I tell you that she lived in Lambton for several years? She says Pemberley is beautiful and that she recalls your parents as very highly respected."

"I am glad to hear it, and I would hope my reputation is no less sterling. They instilled my sense of duty, after all."

Elizabeth smiled. "And so we have returned to where we began."

"Indeed we have, my love." He gave a small laugh. "Shall we rejoin the others?"

When they entered the drawing-room, Elizabeth was quickly accosted by Mr. Collins. "I have missed your presence, Miss Elizabeth. Might I convince you to sit with me for a while?"

Darcy stiffened, and Elizabeth placed her hand on his arm. "I am sorry, Mr. Collins, my father has been waiting for our return. I shall speak with you later."

They sat with Mr. Bennet and discussed their letters until it was time for Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley to depart. As Elizabeth walked out with Darcy, she assured him she could handle her cousin and would attend him only briefly before turning in.

Darcy smiled and kissed her hand. "I miss you already and look forward to seeing you in the morning, my love."

She returned his gaze and blushed warmly. "I feel exactly the same, Fitzwilliam. Until the morning."

After the gentlemen departed, Elizabeth returned to the house where she listened to Mr. Collins with scarcely a reply for nearly half an hour before declaring the need to retire. Once in the safety of her room, Jane appeared and they curled up in Elizabeth's bed, talking until they fell asleep.

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