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Chapter 12

Posted on Saturday, 12 April 2008

Elizabeth woke early and was careful to slip out of bed without waking her sister. She dressed quietly and snuck to the kitchen for tea and muffins so she could enjoy the early morning peace with her father.

She was soon settled in her favourite chair with Sirius planted directly between Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth. He had long ago found this the best spot for collecting tidbits.

"I am almost surprised your Mr. Darcy is not here to enjoy our morning tea with us." he teased, before his voice belied a hint of sadness. "Is it truly possible that I have you to myself for a while?"

Elizabeth looked at her father and touched his hand. "I do look forward to spending time with Fitzwilliam, Papa; but I promise to keep this as our time as long as I am here." She offered an encouraging smile. "I will miss these mornings when I am gone."

In an attempt to keep his daughter from seeing his melancholy, he asked, "So what have you planned for today?"

"Nothing in particular, sir," she bit her lip, "except perhaps avoiding Mr. Collins." She looked at her feet, knowing her remark to be unkind.

"I understand, my dear. He does seem determined to subject you to his attentions. Worry not, though. Today I am waiting to go out and will take him with me. Your intelligent young man was correct in suggesting I at least attempt to show him something of the estate. It would reflect poorly upon me for him to take over one day with no understanding at all."

Elizabeth smiled. "Mr. Darcy is very serious about such matters."

"Indeed. I am glad to see he has his priorities and that he is not always as severe as we once thought. I certainly never expected it, but the more time I spend with him, I see that you have found an excellent match. I believe you two will do well together."

She could not hide her elation at receiving her father's complete approval. "Thank you, Papa."

"Your sisters are probably waking by now; you should go up and prepare for the day."

Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley arrived at Longbourn shortly after breakfast, and as Mr. Collins was out with Mr. Bennet, it was easy to escape the house, wrapped warmly, for a long walk. It did not take long for Darcy and Elizabeth, and Bingley and Jane to break into couples and establish a distance between them. Of course, Sirius and Milton accompanied them, but were mostly occupied with their canine pursuits.

When Jane and Bingley had disappeared around a curve, Darcy stopped and pulled Elizabeth into his arms. "I have wanted to do this all day."

Elizabeth could certainly not call her situation disagreeable, but with a small giggle, she admonished, "On a public road, sir?"

He laughed. "I see no one, and having you within my arms is certainly worth the risk." He paused as his retort struck him. "Besides, Miss Elizabeth, it is your honour, not mine, that would be called into question. But as a man of honour, I would agree to marrying you if we are found out."

She laughed, "When did you acquire such sarcasm, sir?"

He ended the conversation by engaging her lips otherwise; but they knew they had but a minute, so it was not long before they were properly arm in arm, walking up the road behind the other couple.

Mr. Bingley's carriage arrived at Longbourn promptly at five to convey all of the Miss Bennets and Mr. Collins to their evening engagements. The sisters were saved from their cousin's insights as he rode atop with the driver. They stopped briefly in Meryton to drop Mr. Collins and the younger girls at their Aunt Phillips', then were quickly on their way to Netherfield.

Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley greeted the carriage, and Darcy was quick to place kisses on his fiancée's hands. When they got to the door, they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Hurst and led to a small sitting room where they visited for some time before Miss Bingley made her appearance, floating in on her air of assumed elegance.

"Oh, I am so sorry to be late. I completely forgot we had guests." She walked towards the elder Bennet. "It is a pleasure having you here, Jane dear. I am so glad you are well again." She sat down next to Jane, not even acknowledging Elizabeth.

Darcy and Elizabeth looked at one another, shocked by her poor manners. He considered saying something, but Elizabeth tipped her head and placed her hand on his arm briefly, encouraging him to keep his silence. He relaxed, and they conversed politely with the Hursts until dinner was announced.

Caroline jumped up quickly and placed herself beside Darcy, hoping he would escort her. The gentlemen all clearly noticed, and her brother was swiftly at her side, offering his arm. Once she reluctantly accepted, he returned to his former location to offer his other arm to Miss Bennet.

When they were seated at the table, Caroline glared at her sister. She should never have allowed Louisa to arrange the seating. On her left sat Mr. Hurst, with Jane at her brother's right. Mr. Darcy was at her brother's left, and Miss Eliza sat between him and Louisa. No one seemed to attend her much as they went about their friendly discourse.

The remainder of the evening passed similarly. The gentlemen did not separate from the ladies, and all but Miss Bingley seemed to enjoy the visit. When it came time to depart, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy escorted the Bennet sisters to the waiting coach and said their farewells.

The sisters enjoyed their few minutes of quiet exchange before they reached their Aunt Phillips' house. They went in to speak briefly with their aunt, and were relieved to find their sisters almost ready to depart.

As they left the house, it was apparent that Lydia was in a foul mood, and oddly, for Lydia, she was silent. It did not last long, however. Once they were on their way, Lydia whined and complained that Mr. Wickham had left the region without joining the local regiment and without further information. Jane tried to suggest there were still plenty of nice officers remaining, but Lydia just did not care.

When they arrived at Longbourn, Mr. Collins eagerly assisted Elizabeth from the coach, but once she was on the ground, she took Jane's hand and walked toward the driver, while her cousin was still assisting the younger girls.

"Excuse me." She spoke to the coachman. "Would it be possible for you to wait a minute before departing? I would like to send a quick note back to Mr. Darcy."

"Certainly, ma'am."

She and Jane slipped quickly into the house and Elizabeth penned her note.

Fitzwilliam,

News at my Aunt Phillips' party says Mr. Wickham has left the area without notice."

Yours,
Elizabeth

She folded and sealed it quickly and gave it to the coachman.

As Mr. Darcy had yet to arrive a half hour past breakfast the following morning, Elizabeth sat in a front window, hoping he would arrive soon. She soon spied the Bingley carriage. After it stopped, she watched the family exit, and was disappointed not to see her betrothed.

Bingley and his sisters had come to give their personal invitation for the long-expected ball at Netherfield, which was fixed for the following Tuesday. Miss Bingley was delighted to see her dear friend again -- even though they had spent the prior evening together -- and asked what she had been doing with herself since their separation, while Mrs. Hurst looked on. To the rest of the family they paid little attention, giving Mr. Bingley the opportunity to speak with Elizabeth.

"Miss Elizabeth, Darcy asked me to pass on his apologies, he has been... unavoidably... detained." A snicker escaped, though he fought the urge to laugh.

Elizabeth was confused. "I hope it was not anything serious?"

"No, it was not... serious... at... all." He spied her dog and could no longer control his laughter, pointing. "It was not Sirius either!"

She was unable to get a straight answer from him before he and his sisters departed.

Her attention was quickly drawn again by her sisters' excitement over the ball. Her mind occupied elsewhere, she did not give much thought before she asked Mr. Collins whether he intended to accept Mr. Bingley's invitation.

"I am by no means of the opinion, I assure you," said he, "that a ball of this kind, given by a young man of character, to respectable people, can have any evil tendency; and I am so far from objecting to dancing myself, that I shall hope to be honoured with the hands of all my fair cousins in the course of the evening; and I take this opportunity of soliciting yours, Miss Elizabeth, for the two first dances especially -- a preference which I trust my cousin Jane will attribute to the right cause, and not to any disrespect for her."

She was completely caught off guard. "The first two? No. I am sorry, Mr. Collins, but I am already engaged for the first two."

"The invitation was just delivered, Miss Elizabeth. Even Mr. Darcy has not had the opportunity to ask for the set. You must dance it with me."

This angered Elizabeth. "I am most assuredly engaged for the first two with Mr. Darcy. He asked me to dance last week, and I did not choose to accept him at that time. He then asked for my first set at the next event with dancing, and that would be this ball."

"You are most certainly dissembling, Miss Elizabeth..."

Mrs. Bennet overheard the accusation. "Mr. Collins, how could you suggest such a thing of my dear Lizzy? Of course she is engaged to dance the first two with Mr. Darcy; he is her fiancé after all. I think it would be lovely if you would dance with Mary." Turning, she called out, "Mary! Mary! Come here my child, Mr. Collins wants to dance the first set with you at the Netherfield ball!"

Despite her frustration, Elizabeth fought the urge to laugh at her mother's direction of the scene, and quickly made her escape. She grabbed her warm pelisse and bonnet and went outside. When Darcy arrived but a few minutes later, he was met in front of the house by a rather unhappy Elizabeth.

He immediately dismounted his horse and was at her side. "What is it, my love? Is everything all right?"

She glanced up at him and returned her eyes to the ground. "Much has happened this morning, and I must admit I am unhappy you were not here earlier."

"Did Mr. Bingley not relay my apologies?"

"He did. I have thus spent time wondering what was 'not... serious... at... all,' and apparently quite humorous, which detained you." She glanced up and was surprised to see anger in his eyes.

He swept it away quickly though, and stopped her, taking her hand. "He was right, it was nothing serious. It is a bit embarrassing though..." He locked eyes with her. "I was hoping I would not have to explain." He sighed. "I had planned on riding over at the same time as Bingley and his sisters. However, as I left the house, a certain very muddy Dalmatian had other plans." He sighed as Elizabeth's lips began to fight a smile.

"I find your story rather hard to believe. It has not rained in days, where would Milton have found mud?"

"I have not a clue, but he did, and when I exited the house, he ran to me, stopped and shook, completely splattering me."

She tried her best not to look amused. "That must have been a sight. I suppose I understand the delay. So, what ever became of your companion?"

"He is in Bingley's kennel until he gets washed. But you seemed rather distressed when I arrived. Was it merely my delay?" he asked, taking her hand.

"No." she sighed. "My cousin... Because you were not here when Mr. Bingley invited us to his ball... He practically demanded I dance the first set with him and would not believe me when I told him I had already promised you." She looked up at him through her lashes. That angry look reappeared in Darcy's eye, and Elizabeth began to giggle. "I suppose I should not be too upset, as my mother defended your right to dance with her 'dear Lizzy,' and coerced him into asking Mary."

"I shall have to thank my mother-in-law then." He finally was able to let a smile warm his countenance. "I am quite glad I reserved the set last week. In fact, perhaps I should reserve your every first set..." He raised her hand to his lips. "and every last set. Would you promise me the honour, Elizabeth?"

She smiled broadly. "The honour would be all mine, Fitzwilliam."

The rest of the day at Longbourn progressed uneventfully.

Chapter 13

Posted on Tuesday, 15 April 2008

Friday morning's dawn was grey and gloomy. Elizabeth looked out the window as she dressed and pulled her hair back, not bothering to put it up. She found that even the dreary morning could not affect her spirits.

A short while later, she entered her father's study with their morning tea. Just as she took her seat, the whole house seemed to be shaken by a loud clap of thunder.

Elizabeth and her father looked out at the now pouring rain. "I wonder if we shall see the young gentlemen today." Mr. Bennet remarked, but with one look at the concern on his daughter's face, he tried to recover. "Oh Lizzy, I remember in my youth, nothing would keep me from your mother's door. Besides, it probably will not rain all day."

Her father's remarks did not ease Elizabeth's concerns about the effects of the weather. She was beginning to dwell upon it. As she broke off a piece of muffin for Sirius, he left his spot to stand by the door. Elizabeth and her father looked at each other questioningly until Mrs. Hill opened the door a few moments later. Sirius slipped out, stunning her for a moment before she said, "Mr. Darcy is here, sir."

Elizabeth was surprised by this announcement, but Mr. Bennet gave a small laugh. "Send him in by all means, Hill."

"Certainly, sir. He will be a moment." She left the door slightly ajar and disappeared.

Darcy entered a few minutes later with Sirius at his heel. He immediately took notice of Elizabeth, never having seen her with her hair down. He was awestruck, and she was no less affected by his appearance. While he clearly had tried to dry off, he had obviously been well doused.

Mr. Bennet wasted no time interrupting their reverie. "Perhaps we should have prepared a room for you after all, Darcy, if you intend to start your day here so early."

Darcy looked down as if being admonished before he caught the teasing in Mr. Bennet's voice. "At this moment, I would not disagree. Truly though, I have been riding for some time and was very near here when the clouds opened. I hope you will forgive me for arriving so early and unannounced."

"I suspect my daughter would not forgive me if I did not excuse you, so I suppose it is a moot point. Would you like some tea or coffee?"

Elizabeth stood immediately, but before she could move, there was a tap on the door. She opened it to find a maid bearing a tray with coffee and cups. "Excuse me, Miss, Mrs. Hill asked me to bring this up."

Colour rose in Darcy's cheeks as Elizabeth let her in and smiled. "Excellent. Thank you, Barbara."

Once the maid left, Darcy explained. "Mrs. Hill insisted I take something warm immediately. You have an excellent housekeeper, sir."

Mr. Bennet smiled. "I am most fortunate to have a superior staff."

Elizabeth prepared Mr. Darcy's coffee, and as she handed it to him, he thanked her and kissed her hand. Being immediately in her father's presence, she blushed. She began to seat herself and suggested, "Please take a seat, Fitzwilliam."

Mr. Bennet chimed in. "Indeed, son, do take a seat and tell us what has you out chasing thunderstorms at the crack of dawn."

Darcy sat in the chair next to Elizabeth and she offered him a muffin from the tray. As he took it, Sirius' head landed in his lap. Darcy laughed, "Quite the beggar."

Mr. Bennet remarked with a wry look, "That dog of yours is a menace, Lizzy."

She turned her gaze to her father. "I suppose that has nothing to do with all the muffins you feed him in the mornings, Papa?"

"Certainly not." Then redirecting his focus, he again inquired, "I do believe you have a story to tell, Darcy."

The younger man looked up. He was not eager to begin, but sooner or later, he would have to share it with his fiancée and her father. "It is a long and troubling story, sir, but clearly one I should tell. I rode out this morning because I could not sleep, nor did I wish to be at Netherfield when the others rose. I had a very trying night after returning there last evening."

With concern, Elizabeth asked, "Did you receive bad news, Fitzwilliam?"

"No, it was... events that transpired. After I arrived, Bingley and I were in his study having a brandy, and Milton was acting oddly and pestering me. Perhaps I should have wondered why, but I was annoyed by him and asked a servant to take him to my room.

"Little more than half an hour later, my valet sought out Bingley and me. We all went to my room to find Milton laying on the floor, chewing on a lady's slipper, and growling anytime Miss Bingley tried to remove herself from my bed."

Elizabeth gasped, "You cannot be serious!"

"I am glad I was in company the entire time after my return to Netherfield, though she tried to tell Bingley that I had asked her to meet me there... for..." his voice dropped, "an assignation." Elizabeth gasped again and Darcy quickly replied, "I am so sorry to even remark upon such, my dear." He took Elizabeth's hand and held it.

Elizabeth looked in Darcy's eyes searchingly. While she had never given the woman much credit, this even seemed extreme for her! "How could she! Has she no decency!"

He squeezed her hand. "Those were my thoughts exactly, my dear. I think we were all in shock at first. At last I was able to order her from my room. She took my sheet and I turned my back as I held Milton so Charles could remove her. I just... I cannot believe the audacity of that woman."

Mr. Bennet decided to interrupt the couple who seemed so intent on each other. "Was anything resolved at this point, son?"

Darcy looked up. "Yes, sir. Bingley and I returned to his study. He ordered Miss Bingley's maid to pack for their departure. He was adamant that she could no longer remain at Netherfield, even though I offered to remove myself to the inn." Elizabeth continued to gaze at him warmly and supportively.

"I then waited while he spoke with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst. A few minutes later, Mrs. Hurst had gone to attend their sister while Mr. Hurst joined us in the study to help Charles consider his options. The Hursts had been his guardians after his father passed on nine years ago.

"Hurst was as upset as Bingley and apologised profusely. He said they had believed that Miss Bingley was not feeling well and retired early.

"We discussed Bingley's options, but considering that he had just invited nearly the whole village to his ball next week, he did not wish to cancel it or to be away for several days. He decided his only reasonable choice was to have her stay with a cousin in London."

Elizabeth looked at him questioningly. "Would not Miss Bingley see that as a reward for her behaviour?"

Darcy smirked. "I think not. They live on Lombard Street, and Mrs. Francis is nearing the end of her confinement..."

"Amelia Francis?" Elizabeth interrupted, intrigued.

"I believe so... I only met Mr. Francis once."

"I know her; she lived just two houses away from my aunt and uncle. The Francises are only around the corner from them, and live right amongst the lenders."

"It shall certainly be a change for Miss Bingley. Due to their circumstances, though, I suggested that Georgiana's companion could stay with her and hopefully be of assistance. It is not kindest request of poor Mrs. Annesley, but she is one of very few people whom I believe could control Miss Bingley.

"As such, I slept poorly and chose to leave Netherfield at the break of day. I only hope that they were able to leave before the rain started, or at least before the roads are impassable. I will not remain in the same dwelling as Miss Bingley another night!"

Elizabeth squeezed his hand. "Heavens, what a night!"

"Indeed, Darcy." added Mr. Bennet. "You are welcome to spend the day here, as if I did not already expect it; then we shall see how things develop."

"Thank you, sir. I suppose there is some good news from this arrangement. If all goes according to plan, Georgiana will be returning with Bingley, since she will have no companion. I am quite eager for the two of you to meet." He smiled at Elizabeth.

"That would be very nice. I do so look forward to meeting her." She replied genuinely, though she still had some reservations given her future sister's vacuous letter.

A short while later, Elizabeth excused herself to repair her attire and appearance for proper company. Darcy breakfasted with the family, and no one offered an explanation as to his early presence or the precise time of his arrival. The only displeased party was Mr. Collins, who found Elizabeth sitting between Darcy and her father when he arrived.

When finally able to relax in more private company, Elizabeth asked. "Did Milton not accompany you again today?"

"No, he is spending the day in a warm, dry kennel. I feared for the weather, but I was in a state of mind where I wanted to allow my horse to run at a full gallop. I find it can be quite cathartic; however it is too much for Milton. Such was the reason he was not with me the morning we met on Pitstone Hill."

"Is it not dangerous riding so, Fitzwilliam?" she asked with concern.

He took her hand and kissed it, not releasing it after. "I suppose it can be, but I have been riding horses since I was a tot. I know to keep to open fields or clear paths when we run; and I have trained my horse, Prometheus, since he was a colt, and broke him in myself. We have an understanding or a way of communication... Elizabeth, there is little risk with me astride him."

Elizabeth and Darcy were seldom separated during the day. She played a piece on the pianoforte for which she did need the music, and Darcy did an admirable job turning the pages. When there was a break in the weather, they walked out a little, but stayed to the main paths in order not to muddy her petticoats.

One of Darcy's servants from Netherfield arrived about noon with word that Mr. Bingley had set off with his sister that morning. Darcy was pleased with the news, but it required no action, as he was quite content at Longbourn for the present.

Mr. Bennet also was grateful for the opportunity to again tease his future son when an express arrived for him from London late in the day. "I am now certain you receive more mail here, Darcy, than you do at Netherfield."

Darcy laughed. "Where else would Bingley send news of his safe arrival in town? I am certain he knows I had no intention of returning to Netherfield until I received confirmation of his and Miss Bingley's safe arrival."

He smiled, "It does also appear that he spoke with Mrs. Annesley, and she is agreeable to the scheme. In the morning, he will drop her at the Francises' and then return to Netherfield, bringing Georgiana and her maid."

Elizabeth looked up, suddenly unsure of herself. "He will be bringing your sister... tomorrow?"

"It is the only option with Mrs. Annesley otherwise engaged." Darcy put down his missive and took Elizabeth's hand, speaking quietly. "She will love you, Elizabeth; and you her. I am certain of it."

She hoped he was correct, and gave him a more accepting smile.

Darcy dined with the family, then declaring himself weary, announced his plan to depart. Elizabeth was concerned for his welfare, but he assured her that it was not raining hard and his oilskin coat would be sufficient for the short three mile ride.

Elizabeth accepted his assurances with only slight reservations. She walked him to the door and waited as Hill made sure he was properly attired in his coat, scarf and hat. Once Hill left, they shared a few quiet moments alone, stealing a few kisses before he departed.

In spite of the early hour, Elizabeth retired to her room and was soon joined by Jane. The sisters began sorting through some of Elizabeth's belongings and talked until it was time for bed.

Chapter 14

Posted on Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Elizabeth woke to the sound of raindrops on her windowpane. I hope it shall not rain all day as it did yesterday; not with Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy travelling.

Her early morning was uneventful, though Mr. Bennet claimed to be wary of people imposing upon his ‘early tea' with Elizabeth.

With no guests on hand, Mr. Collins was quick to take the seat next to Elizabeth at breakfast. He complimented her appearance, but it did not take long for him to progress to his favourite subject. "Miss Elizabeth, noticing how you love the outdoors, you should see the lovely gardens at Rosings. Lady Catherine has so many excellent gardeners. All of the shrubbery is so well manicured..."

Elizabeth's mind began to wander until she noticed that he had slightly changed his direction. "I can not wait to introduce you to Lady Catherine. I am sure she will approve and be able to assist you in adapting to married life and managing a house. She is certain to have much useful advice."

She tried to control her ire. "Mr. Collins, when I finally meet Lady Catherine, I believe Mr. Darcy will handle the introductions. As for her approval and advice, I shall have the courtesy to hear her out, but only my husband and I will determine if we should accept it."

Collins was stunned. He could not imagine his future wife not accepting Lady Catherine's admonitions, but then again... she had said that her husband would determine...

No guests or notes had arrived by the end of breakfast, so Mrs. Bennet and her three eldest retired to the front sitting room. Mr. Collins made to follow them, but Mr. Bennet intervened and directed him to the library. Elizabeth sat where she could see the drive through the window as they all worked on their embroidery while Mrs. Bennet spoke of the wedding, constantly praising Mr. Darcy.

A short while later, Elizabeth spied Mr. Darcy's carriage coming up the drive. She tried to conceal a small grin as she listened to her mother; and was not surprised when Mrs. Hill tapped on the door and looked in. However, she was disappointed by her message. "Excuse me, ma'am, I have a note for Miss Jane."

"Thank you, Hill." replied Jane as she accepted the missive. Once Hill left, Jane began to read.

"Whatever does it say, Jane?" demanded Mrs. Bennet.

"It is from Mrs. Hurst. She has invited Lizzy and me to spend the day at Netherfield. Mr. Darcy's coach is to await us or our response.

"You should go, by all means, Jane; but perhaps Lizzy should stay here. We have so many plans to discuss."

"But Mama!" appealed Elizabeth. "Mr. Darcy is unlikely able to come here today. If the weather permits, his sister should be arriving at Netherfield. You also said yourself that I should attend to Mr. Darcy's wishes. Do you not think he sent his carriage because he wants me to visit?"

"I suppose you are right." Mrs. Bennet relented. "Hurry upstairs and ready yourselves."

Once they closed the door behind them, Jane and Elizabeth giggled their way up the stairs.

The coach travelled slowly, as the road was muddy, but when they pulled to a stop in front of Netherfield, a smiling Fitzwilliam Darcy emerged from the house. He assisted both sisters down as they exited, and escorted them quickly into the house where they were met by Mrs. Hurst.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, I am so pleased you could join us today." she said with genuine warmth.

Mrs. Hurst led Jane to a parlour and Darcy and Elizabeth fell a little behind. Darcy kissed her fingers. "Mrs. Hurst would like some time alone with you and Miss Bennet. I hope you will excuse me, so that I may attend to some business." Elizabeth looked sadly in his eyes and nodded her head slowly. "I will make every effort to spend some time in your company before my sister arrives, my love." He quickly glanced about the hall before he kissed her on the cheek. "Now go and enjoy your tea." he concluded with a small smile.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting, Mrs. Hurst. It was very kind of you to invite us today." Elizabeth said as she entered the room.

"It was most certainly my pleasure, Miss Elizabeth. Can I get you ladies some tea? I had it brought when we saw the carriage on the drive. It should warm you up nicely." She served the tea and sat next to Elizabeth.

No one spoke for a minute, but finally Louisa Hurst gathered her courage. She reached and touched Elizabeth's hand. "Elizabeth? Oh, do you mind? You must call me Louisa..." She turned. "And you too... Jane? Please?" Sensing the lady's uneasiness, Elizabeth and Jane both smiled and nodded. "I really must apologize for my sister... Elizabeth. Her recent behaviour has been so... unexpected. I... I knew she had some... designs... but I never thought she would act so; especially since hearing of your engagement to Mr. Darcy.

"I feel just awful. I feel as though it is my fault. I should have known; I should have tried harder to control her."

Seeing the tears beginning to well in Louisa's eyes, Elizabeth held Louisa's hand. "I am sure it will be all right." She glanced at Jane. "Mr. Bingley has settled everything with Mr. Darcy; and your sister is with relatives..."

"You are not angry with me? I would never have let her... if I had known..."

Elizabeth tried to give her a small smile. "We cannot change the past, but we must move forward."

Louisa wiped her eyes with her handkerchief. "I would like to do that... to help my brother with his home and his ball." She suddenly looked at Jane. "I hope my sister's foolishness has not changed your opinion of my brother." Jane blushed as Louisa continued, "Charles has always made me proud. I would like for him to succeed here." She sighed.

Jane found her voice and replied, "The neighbourhood is glad to have Netherfield occupied again, and everyone is fond of Mr. Bingley. Is there any way we can be of assistance to you... Louisa?"

With an obvious improvement in spirits, Louisa replied, "Oh Jane, do you mean it? I am glad to hear the neighbours like Charles, for I know Caroline shunned them. They must have thought so unkindly of us; I would take special care not to offend anyone else. Is it too much to ask for you ladies to help me with some of my ideas for the ball?

"We would be very happy to help." responded Jane encouragingly.

"Caroline was always much better at this sort of affair. I never had a ball of my own, and while Mr. Hurst and I hosted her coming out ball, Caroline made most of the decisions."

The ladies discussed the menu and seating arrangements and walked through the conservatory selecting flowers. Louisa's efforts at being a hostess and friend seemed sincere, and Jane and Elizabeth were pleased to visit with her and discuss the ball.

At about noon, Darcy went in search of his fiancée and found the three ladies comfortably seated at a small table in the ballroom, conversing amiably. "Excuse me, ladies." He greeted them warmly. "There has been a break in the rain, and I was wondering if I could borrow Miss Elizabeth for a few minutes."

Elizabeth's eyes were instantly upon him and did not leave his as smiles spread across their faces. Louisa replied first. "I do not believe Jane or I shall go out, but if you stay in the near gardens, we can see you from here. Please do not spend too much time out of doors though; the skies may not be clear for long and luncheon will be served soon."

Darcy escorted Elizabeth into the hall and towards the front of the house, but before they got there, he pulled her into the library. "I need a moment with you before we leave the house... Or more specifically, before you hide your beautiful hands inside your gloves again." He took her hand and kissed it, then smiled, as did she, though her eyes questioned him.

"My courier returned from Pemberley last night." Darcy began. "Aside from business, I received congratulations from our staff and a certain item I asked my housekeeper to retrieve." He reached into his pocket. "I was hoping you would accept... that you would wear my mother's ring... as my engagement gift."

Elizabeth gazed with astonishment as he slipped a tasteful ring with rose cut diamonds onto her finger.

She looked at the ring, which fit perfectly, and replied, "It is beautiful." She looked back up into his eyes. "I would be honoured." Raising herself to her toes, she placed a chaste kiss on Darcy's lips. As she was descending back to her heels, his lips claimed hers with much more ardour. They remained engaged so but a minute, as they knew their absence would be noted.

Darcy escorted his fiancée to the foyer, where he assisted her with her pelisse. He whistled, and Milton came running mere seconds later. "No time for a bath today, Milton." he said as he leashed the dog, who hardly seemed to notice, as he was more interested in getting Elizabeth to scratch his chin. As the trio exited the house, Darcy and Elizabeth were awed by the golden streams of light escaping as the sun tried to break free of the clouds. They gazed into the distance for a minute, before Elizabeth took Darcy's arm and they descended the stair.

As they turned the corner of the house, Darcy recalled, "I also received word from Mrs. Ashley. As I had predicted, she is eager to come assist you, and if all has gone accordingly, she left Lambton yesterday morning. She shall spend the Sabbath with her son in Luton and arrive at Longbourn Monday afternoon."

Elizabeth gazed up at her fiancé. "Thank you again, Fitzwilliam. I truly do not need for such accommodations to be made, but..."

Taking her hand in his, he interrupted her. "Now Elizabeth, we have discussed this." He lifted her gloved hand to his lips and kissed it. "I need for you to be happy and to have whatever it takes for you to be comfortable as my wife." He could see her mind was still not eased; so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter. "Read this. I can see you will not be satisfied otherwise." She accepted the letter and began to read.

Mr. Darcy

I am quite delighted with your news, as are my daughters. Please accept our congratulations.

Your request took us quite by surprise, but such care and consideration for your fiancée did not. I shall be very happy to travel to Hertfordshire to assist Miss Bennet with arranging her trousseau and to London to acquire it. I am certain I can enlist Madame Devy, whom I have not seen in ages, and a few other London modistes to ensure she has an adequate wardrobe by the time of the wedding.

I thank you also for your suggestion that I bring my niece, Elle. Her assistance will be invaluable to me.

As I am certain, he has relayed to you, Mr. Rogers has made all of the arrangements for one of your carriages and an inn for the first night, which is exceedingly generous. Elle and I shall depart this Friday morning, allowing us to spend Saturday night and Sunday with my Richard. I always look forward to seeing my grandchildren! Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Darcy.

I am not certain of the travel time between Luton and Meryton, but Mr. Rogers says we should arrive at Longbourn in the early afternoon Monday.

Sincerely,
Michelle Ashley

Elizabeth looked up into his eyes. "She does seem pleased with the arrangements. Thank you, Fitzwilliam." She took her free hand and brushed his cheek with her fingertips, and with a smile, commented, "Mrs. Ashley is right. You are very generous."

The lovers continued on their walk most often in view of the ballroom windows. They did disappear behind a small folly for a few minutes, but resumed their walk and returned to the house shortly thereafter.

After the servant aided them in the removal of their outer garments, Elizabeth was impressed to notice Darcy himself wiping Milton's paws before letting him loose in the house. "You know..." she smiled. "I once thought the esteemed Mr. Darcy would never do such a thing."

"Yes, but you know now that I prefer to be no less a simple country gentleman than your father. I can only imagine how you will judge me if you see me working in the stables or the fields at Pemberley." He stepped towards her and brushed his hand along her cheek.

"That does seem rather difficult to imagine." she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"It is not so unusual though, my dear. When more hands are needed, everyone contributes. Does not Longbourn function the same?"

She smiled up to him shyly. "Yes, Papa works when he must, and Jane, Mary and I do what we can..." Their temptation to kiss was immense, but there were several servants about, so Darcy offered his arm and they walked towards the ballroom.

When they entered, they found Mr. Hurst sitting with Jane and Louisa. He greeted Darcy and Elizabeth politely, and Elizabeth reminded herself to look at him with new eyes. With all she had learned in the last day, she had already come to understand there must be more to him than cards and ragout.

She was surprised that after a few mild complaints over ball preparations and the weather, Mr. Hurst brought up the topic of books. While he did not seem to have the breadth of interest of Mr. Darcy, Mr. Hurst was able to suggest books that all in the room had read, and the group was able to maintain an amiable conversation through luncheon.

Afterwards, Mr. Hurst excused himself, and the ladies and Mr. Darcy settled into the front parlour. Jane and Louisa began chatting amongst themselves, allowing Darcy and Elizabeth some time for private conversation. They had not been there long when Elizabeth felt a cold nose push her hand. She turned and smiled. "It appears someone is enjoying full run of the house."

Darcy smiled. "That he is. It is quite different when no one is opposed to his presence."

Milton lay at her feet as they chatted easily, until in a lull, Elizabeth looked shyly at Darcy. "Your sister should be here soon."

He took her hand and smiled. "Indeed. I am looking forward to introducing you. She has talked of wanting a sister for some time."

"But what if she does not like me?" she whispered, gazing towards the floor.

"Elizabeth." He waited for her to look up and meet his eye. "You are perfection to me. I do not see how she would not adore you." Before he could continue or Elizabeth could respond, a servant came to the door, announcing that Mr. Bingley's coach had just entered the drive.

Darcy excused himself, and Elizabeth tried to join in the conversation with Jane and Louisa, but could not catch their tone or appear interested in their concerns. She could not keep herself from glancing toward the front window.

"Oh Elizabeth!" chided Louisa finally. "Do go and look out the window. I can understand your nervousness and interest. Just do rejoin us once they enter the house."

Elizabeth blushed, but only waited for a moment before she accepted that she would only agitate herself and the others if she remained.

Chapter 15

Posted on Monday, 28 April 2008

When Elizabeth looked out the window, she saw that Mr. Bingley was already out of the carriage, shaking hands with Darcy in the light, misting rain. Exiting at the moment though, was another gentleman, of about Mr. Darcy's build. When he was on the ground, she was surprised to see him quickly embrace her fiancé. Darcy gave him an umbrella while he opened another before handing down a tall young woman, who immediately hugged him tightly while the other gentleman assisted another woman and provided her with the other open umbrella.

As the group turned to enter the house, Elizabeth returned to a seat facing the door by Jane and Louisa. "Thank you for understanding, Louisa. I am a bit shaken to be only meeting someone who should be family in... my goodness... exactly one month from today!" Elizabeth blushed.

Louisa patted her hand. "I do understand, Elizabeth. I was quite young and very nervous when I first met Mr. Hurst's family. You have nothing to fear though; Miss Darcy is a delight."

Elizabeth smiled and tried to relax. A few minutes later, they heard a commotion in the hall, and all three ladies sat a bit straighter while Milton ran to the door. Charles Bingley was the first to enter the room, followed by Mr. Darcy, whose sister clung tightly to his arm, and the other gentleman, who was immediately being nudged by the happy dog. The ladies rose to greet the new arrivals.

Bingley smiled at his sister. "Louisa." Then turning a bit, "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, what a pleasant surprise to find you here!" His gaze had only rested on Elizabeth for a moment before being captured again by Jane. I would like to introduce you to Colonel Geoffrey Fitzwilliam, Darcy's cousin, and Darcy's sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy." He then tore his gaze from Jane and turned back to his new guests. "Colonel, Miss Darcy, may I introduce Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Once the protocol was observed, Mr. Bingley was seated at Jane's side. Everyone noticed as they resumed what had become their accepted situation; sitting inches apart, speaking very quietly to one another, oblivious to the rest of the world.

As Colonel Fitzwilliam walked towards Elizabeth, Milton greeted the young woman firmly attached to Mr. Darcy, then returned to Elizabeth's side before the colonel had walked the ten or so paces to reach her. The colonel was a finely dressed gentleman of about thirty. He was not handsome, but he seemed to make up for it with charm. He took her hand and bowed over it, then smiled broadly as he took the seat beside her and began speaking clearly. "Miss Elizabeth, I am so pleased to make your acquaintance. I have heard much about you and your sister in the last four hours; though I had not heard of you before being advised last evening that you shall soon be my cousin." He turned and looked provokingly at Darcy.

Accepting the challenge, Darcy responded smoothly, "If you had remained in Weymouth, you would likely have learned of our engagement a full day earlier."

Both continued with gravely serious voices. "Yes, but I am in service to my king, not to you, Mr. Darcy."

"And His Majesty has sent you to protect the good people of Hertfordshire, Colonel?"

"No, duty only took me as far as London; but upon arrival in town, I was given a week's leave. I had thought to stay at your townhouse with Georgiana, as my parents are still in Bath, but upon arrival, I was informed of both your engagement and Georgiana's imminent departure. What choice remained?"

"So you felt compelled to impose yourself upon me, and the kindness of Mr. Bingley."

"Indeed, Cousin. I could imagine no better use of my time."

Elizabeth watched in awe, never having seen her Mr. Darcy in such a debate. She was so entranced, she had scarcely noticed Milton laying on her feet or Mr. Darcy and his sister seating themselves on the settee across from her and the colonel.

Through the gentlemen's 'conversation,' Miss Darcy never blinked an eye or looked surprised. She simply sat beside her brother, holding his arm and gazing at Milton.

Suddenly, Georgiana giggled, but it was barely audible; in fact, Elizabeth probably would not have noticed if she were not looking at her. Still, she blushed and covered her mouth with her free hand.

Elizabeth decided this was her golden opportunity. "Miss Darcy, you do not seem shocked; do your brother and cousin often argue so?"

Georgiana glanced up and caught Elizabeth's eye before returning her gaze to the dog. "Constantly." she whispered with a small smile, which Elizabeth did not miss.

Darcy looked at Elizabeth, maintaining his tone. "Is there a problem, Miss Elizabeth?"

She briefly displayed a huge smile, just short of actually laughing. Taking a moment to try collecting herself, she replied, "No, sir." as a half grin fought its way back and her eyes glimmered. "I simply have never seen you like this before. I did not think you had it in you, Mr. Darcy."

Georgiana stared at Elizabeth, amazed at her sudden inclusion in the scene, as Colonel Fitzwilliam interjected, "I see you have much to learn of your fiancé, madam. We shall have to talk, so I can advise you on this grave mistake you have made."

"You shall do no such thing, Colonel. Miss Elizabeth is already committed, so she will simply have to tolerate my few slight imperfections."

Elizabeth could take no more. "Miss Darcy, does your cousin always bring out ungentlemanly behaviour in your brother?"

Georgiana smiled shyly, but found the ability to answer. "I am sorry, Miss Elizabeth, he does." She eagerly continued, "You must know Fitzwilliam is an excellent brother. Colonel Fitzwilliam is a good guardian as well... But when together, they sometimes bring out the worst in each other." Suddenly, she bit her lip and turned scarlet as her eyes again fell to the floor.

Elizabeth laughed lightly. "It is all right, Miss Darcy." She tried to reassure the younger woman. "I am very happy that Mr. Darcy can be silly, and that you can appreciate it. I hope that means that we will get along very well."

Georgiana looked up with a small, timid smile, but did not speak. The colonel interjected, "Miss Elizabeth, you must tell us how you came to be betrothed to my dour cousin."

She smiled as she turned to look at her inquisitor. "I must admit that at first, Mr. Darcy did seem quite reserved, especially in company. However, we met one morning when I was walking with my dog, Sirius. We talked and became fast friends." She turned her gaze to Darcy. "I suppose from there, it seemed but a moment for our imaginations to jump from admiration to love, from love to matrimony."

"Indeed, Cousin," Darcy spoke up, "It took no time to realize that Miss Elizabeth was uniquely matched to me in mind and spirit. I could waste no time securing her affections." He smiled back at Elizabeth. For a moment when their eyes met, everyone else in the room vanished.

"Miss Elizabeth," interrupted the tiny voice of Miss Darcy. "I... I want to thank you again for the nice letter you sent to me this week... I... I liked your stories, especially the ones of your dog."

Elizabeth smiled at her soon to be sister. "You shall have to meet Sirius; he is an excellent companion. I understand you have a dog of your own as well?"

A smile began to bloom on Georgiana's face. "Yes, Lady Pamela. Would you like to meet her?"

Elizabeth smiled openly at the girl. "Indeed I would."

"Be advised, Miss Elizabeth." interjected Colonel Fitzwilliam. "That dog is entirely spoilt!"

Elizabeth turned her gaze. "I believe Mr. Bingley gave me the same admonition about a certain Dalmatian, and he seems amiable enough." she teased.

"For a coach dog, Milton is spoiled, but he is nothing to ‘her ladyship.' Consider yourself warned."

"I thank you, Colonel." she said with a smile before turning to Georgiana again. "It is a risk I shall gladly take, as I am eager to meet Miss Darcy's companion."

Georgiana turned to her brother and spoke just above a whisper. "Fitzwilliam, do you think Mrs. Hurst would mind if I went to my room to rest a little? And might it be all right for Miss Elizabeth to go with me for a few minutes?"

He asked on her behalf, and with the information that she was to be occupying the same room Jane had previously, Elizabeth and Georgiana were on their way upstairs. As they passed a window, Georgiana commented on the pouring rain.

"It has been like this since yesterday morning. Was it much hindrance in your travels today?" Elizabeth asked.

"Fortunately, we missed most of the heavy rain. There were some very muddy spots along the road, but Mr. Bingley's coachmen did an excellent job." Georgiana quietly replied.

When they entered Georgiana's room, they were met by an excited and friendly Lady Pamela dancing in circles.

"She is certainly a friendly little dog. Is she a King Charles Spaniel?" Elizabeth inquired in a warm, friendly voice as she knelt down to play with the pup.

Georgiana knelt too, and Lady Pamela immediately began licking her mistress' face. "She is, Miss Bennet. I am very fond of her."

Elizabeth petted the dog. "I can see that, and please feel free to call me Elizabeth. We shall be sisters in a month's time."

Looking up from her dog to Elizabeth, Georgiana responded in a quieter voice. "Thank you Miss... Elizabeth. I am truly happy for you and Fitzwilliam." She tried to put forth a shy smile. "I would be happy for you to call me Georgiana."

They sat on the chaise and Lady Pamela was instantly in her mistress' lap. Only a minute later, she jumped down and ran off, only to return a quickly with an odd, soft ball, which looked a lot like an old rolled-up stocking, and settled herself on the chaise between Georgiana and Elizabeth as they stumbled along a few friendly topics, trying to forge a new friendship.

About twenty minutes later, Georgiana was struck by a bout of yawning, and apologized profusely for her poor manners. Elizabeth reached out and took her hand. "Please do not apologize, Georgiana. You have had a long trip, and I have easily kept you too long. I am sure you must wish to rest and have a hot bath before dinner."

Georgiana could not disagree, and with a small, but genuine smile, concurred. Elizabeth looked at the small dog sleeping between them and lightly patted Lady Pamela's head before excusing herself.

She returned to the parlour the party had previously occupied to find only her fiancé, reading in the peaceful room.

"Elizabeth!" Darcy smiled as he walked over to greet his betrothed. "I was not expecting your return this soon; though I must admit I hoped..."

As the footman had closed the door behind her, she melted into his arms and smiled. "I cannot complain of the circumstances."

"My sister?"

"Is resting. She was tired from her journey, so after a short conversation, and meeting Lady Pamela, I left her to rest and recover." she said warmly, not moving from Darcy's embrace. "I was rather surprised at just how shy Georgiana is; but I do think we have embarked on the road to friendship."

"You are so good. Thank you, Elizabeth."

"There is no need to thank me. I wish to be her friend." She looked up and after a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, their lips met in a gentle kiss. Upon separating, she asked, "Where has everyone gone?"

"Bingley and my cousin have retired to rest, and Mrs. Hurst and your sister have just left for a tour of the house." His voice dropped as he continued. "I suspect we have a few minutes to ourselves." His lips again found hers.

Still, it was not long before decorum, and possibly the fear of detection, led them to separate and sit appropriately to converse. They were engaged enough that they did not realize they had been alone for nearly half an hour when Louisa and Jane returned.

Noticing the break in the weather, the Bennet sisters decided it would be best to depart for home then. While everyone would have preferred they stay, all present agreed it likely the best opportunity.

The coach was readied, and Darcy assisted the ladies when they took their leave, locking his eyes with Elizabeth's as he kissed her hand.

The daylight was waning as they arrived home. Both sisters, but especially Jane, worried for Mr. Darcy's coachmen as darkness fell and clouds began to shroud the half moon. Fortunately, they had returned to Netherfield before the clouds loosed their wrath once again.

Chapter 16

Posted on Monday, 5 May 2008

Sunday morning dawned quietly; and Elizabeth went straight to her window when she rose. The sky was grey, but no rain fell. On the other hand, mud and puddles were everywhere. The area had been thoroughly doused overnight.

She was rather subdued as she and her father began their morning together. Sirius seemed to notice this as he nuzzled her and settled his head in her lap. Mr. Bennet tried to keep her engaged, talking of the news in his latest papers.

The rain did not start again, but the road saw no real improvement in the early daylight hours. Mr. Bennet declared they would have the small carriage make two trips to get the family to church, which was only missed under the direst of circumstances.

As Elizabeth was climbing the stairs, heading towards her room, she heard a commotion in the entry. She descended to find her muddy fiancé being assisted by Mrs. Hill.

"Mr. Darcy." She smiled, completely taking in his appearance. "This is a pleasant surprise."

He returned her smile. "Good morning, Miss Elizabeth. I decided that given the condition of the roads, it would be best I ride over myself to attend church with you. I believe I shall be the only resident of Netherfield who ventures so far today."

"And do you plan to attend church as you appear now, Mr. Darcy?" she teased.

He laughed. "Well, I was hoping to find some accommodations where I might change. I did come prepared for such."

"I believe we can oblige you." She turned. "Hill, please show Mr. Darcy to the blue guest room and have Mr. Reed attend to anything he may need."

"Yes, Miss Lizzy." the servant answered.

"If you will excuse me, Mr. Darcy, I must also prepare for church." She then departed for her room.

An hour later, the family and Mr. Darcy convened in the breakfast-parlour. Mr. Collins was again disappointed as his intended was once again between her father and Mr. Darcy, and in fact, the only available chair was at the other end of the table, across from Miss Lydia and next to Miss Mary.

Afterwards, Mr. Bennet coordinated the seating in the smaller carriage. He and Darcy sat across from his wife, who was flanked by Jane and Elizabeth. Mr. Collins was left to escort the other three girls. Elizabeth smirked once she noticed the arrangement.

Mr. Darcy sat in the Bennet pew next to Elizabeth while Mr. Bennet graciously sat one behind with Mr. Collins and Mary.

After the second lesson, Pastor Johnson began his announcements with the one most awaited by Darcy and Elizabeth.

"I publish the Banns of Marriage between Fitzwilliam James Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire and Elizabeth Alexandra Bennet of Longbourn, Hertfordshire. If any of you know cause, or just impediment, why these two persons should not be joined together in holy Matrimony, ye are to declare it. This is the first time of asking."

There was silence for a moment, but Darcy and the Bennet ladies all turned when they heard movement and Mr. Collins clearing his throat from behind them.

Mr. Collins was starting to stand when Mr. Bennet grabbed his sleeve, firmly pulling him back to his seat. Darcy and Elizabeth could hear him trying to speak or making some odd noises before her father whispered sharply. "You will not make a scene here today, Collins!"

Seeing his patron taking control of the situation, Pastor Johnson was quick to continue with his other announcements and proceed with the service. When Elizabeth was able to pull her attention from Collins, she found her hand was somehow ensconced within Darcy's, where it remained until they had to rise for the next hymn.

When the service was over, the family began to make their way towards the exit together.

"Excuse me," spoke Mr. Collins, "I would like to speak to Mr. Johnson for a few minutes."

Mr. Bennet gave him an assessing look. "Let us stay behind then." Turning to Darcy, he asked, "Son, would you please escort Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth... and Kitty and Lydia back to Longbourn whilst we wait?"

"Certainly, sir."

As Darcy sat next to Mrs. Bennet in the carriage, Elizabeth was grateful that her mother was still so in awe of her future son that her effusions were minimal.

Once at Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet was quite willing to leave the young couple to themselves, but as they wished not to breach propriety, they found themselves at the pianoforte.

Elizabeth played Bach's The Musical Offering as Darcy turned her pages and they chatted a little. When she finished, they looked through the stack of music.

"How about this?" he asked, holding forth the score for Mozart's Andante and Five Variations.

"That is a duet, sir."

"I know it is, Elizabeth. I am certainly not as skilled as you on the instrument, but I can play the second part on this piece."

Elizabeth smiled broadly. "You do continue to surprise me, Mr. Darcy. Let us play then."

They played and teased and laughed; and this was where they were found when Mr. Bennet and the rest of their party returned from the church.

Soon they sat down to luncheon, and Elizabeth could not help but observe how quiet Mr. Collins was. There were no compliments to the cook or praise for the possessions of Longbourn. Perhaps most obvious was the complete absence of Lady Catherine De Bourgh and Rosings from his conversation.

Shortly after lunch, Mr. Darcy felt compelled to take his leave. "I really must spend some time with my sister today. I am sure she is not enjoying being left behind in a strange house, even if our cousin is there to entertain her. I do wish the weather would have allowed me to bring her for church." He held Elizabeth's hand as he spoke. "Georgiana spoke very fondly of you last night; you apparently made quite an impression."

Elizabeth blushed as she smiled. "She is a very sweet girl, as you said; I like her very much. I feel silly for having been nervous... I have never met anyone so shy."

"Yes, it concerns me, as she is so much worse than before... well..." He stared seriously at the floor before looking to Elizabeth. "I am hoping that having a sister like you will help her regain some of her confidence."

"I shall certainly try, Fitzwilliam. I shall like having Georgiana as a sister."

Elizabeth sent word to have his horse readied while he changed back into his riding clothes. She excused Hill, offering to attend him as he departed; thus they had a few minutes of solitude in the entryway for him to take his leave.

During this time, Mr. Collins disappeared into his rooms and was not seen until dinner, again retiring immediately after.

Elizabeth was curious about the sudden change, but could not even whisper to Jane about it as they were always in company.

Finally, when they retired, she was able to slip into Jane's room. "Did something happen with Mr. Collins after I left church today?" Elizabeth asked.

A bright blush suffused Jane's cheeks as she quietly replied, "I do not think Papa realized how loudly he spoke, or that Mary and I could hear. At least I think the two of us were the only ones who could..."

Elizabeth was flustered. "What did he say to Mr. Collins that brought about such change?"

Jane continued to avert her eyes, but told her sister what she had heard. "He said that if Mr. Collins embarrassed our family by challenging the banns; or if he continued to harass you and Mr. Darcy, he would find himself evicted from Longbourn, regardless of the weather or it being Sunday... And then... I was rather shocked... Then he said that he would see to it that there would be no Longbourn for him to inherit; he would rather destroy the estate than see it left in the hands of someone who could care so little for his family..."

"But... Papa loves Longbourn..."

Jane smiled at this. "Papa loves you, Lizzy."

A small smile began on Elizabeth's face. "So, what happened then? What did Mr. Collins say?"

"Well," Jane tried to replay the scene in her mind. "He stammered a little bit; and Papa was looking at him so sternly. Pastor Johnson came back our way then, so that was the end of it. They discussed the lessons, and Papa never left Mr. Collins' side. When the carriage returned, Papa said our goodbyes and hurried us on our way.

"No one spoke the whole trip home; and you have seen the changes since our return."

The sisters chatted more about lighter subjects before they both fell asleep in Jane's bed.

The sun shining in Jane's window awoke Elizabeth. It seemed more like three weeks than three days since the sun had been bright in the morning.

Elizabeth hummed to herself as she dressed and went down for tea with her father.

"You seem in good spirits this morning, my Lizzy."

She grinned. "It is a lovely morning, Papa. Waking up to a sunny morning always lightens my spirits; you know that!"

"I do, my dear." He replied, feeding a piece of muffin to Sirius. "I also know your young man will be about and your own personal modiste should arrive today."

She giggled quietly. "Must you always tease?"

Unfortunately, the weather did not hold, and it was raining again before breakfast was finished. Mr. Collins said not a word during the meal.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Collins knocked on Mr. Bennet's study door and absented himself from company for the remainder of the morning.

Jane and Elizabeth took advantage of the quiet and settled in the front parlour to work on their embroidery and await their guests while Sirius napped before the fire.

It stopped raining about an hour later, and Elizabeth was still sitting impatiently, trying to focus on her embroidery as the ever patient Jane quietly worked on her own.

Shortly before lunch, a carriage leading a horse delivered Mr. and Miss Darcy, Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Miss Darcy shied behind her brother as much as possible, even though only Jane and Elizabeth were in the room. Sirius was quick to greet the party, and Darcy scratched his head affectionately.

"So this is the famous Sirius." teased Colonel Fitzwilliam as he also greeted the dog.

Sirius then poked around Darcy to greet Georgiana. A smile grew on her face as she bent down to pet and meet the dog. Sirius licked her face and she began giggling.

Bingley promptly apologized for being the only member of his family to visit, but citing the ball, he added that his visit would also be rather short. He seated himself next to Jane and was immediately oblivious to the rest of the party. Almost as quickly, Darcy claimed the seat on the sofa next to his betrothed, while Georgiana took the chair next to Elizabeth and the colonel sat across from the couple.

Georgiana sat quietly, staring at the floor, until Sirius laid his head on her lap. She smiled and began petting him, though she still did not look up.

Conversation for the first few minutes was rather stilted, until Elizabeth ventured, "Did you know that Mrs. Ashley is to arrive here today, Georgiana? I hear you know her very well and highly recommend her services."

A huge grin broke on Georgiana's face. "Oh, Elizabeth, she is wonderful. She makes nearly all of my dresses, and they are as nice, if not nicer than the ones I bought in town. And she is so kind! Did you know that she grew up at Pemberley? Her mother was my grandmother's maid, and my grandmother insisted she study with my aunt's drawing master."

Elizabeth was rather surprised by the effusion. "I had not heard that." she inserted before Georgiana continued.

"Wait until you see her designs. She draws them so beautifully, and then, of course the dresses..." Georgiana abruptly fell silent. When everyone looked up, they saw Mr. Bennet quietly chuckling in the doorway.

Elizabeth greeted her father, and Mr. Darcy introduced his cousin and sister.

"I am sorry to interrupt, my dear." Mr. Bennet addressed Miss Darcy. "Do continue."

When Georgiana did nothing but silently stare at Sirius, Mr. Bennet realized what had occurred and started on the colonel. "It is a good thing you have opted against your regimentals, sir. Once my youngest and silliest daughters hear we have an officer in the house, they are sure to be quite enamoured. Perhaps the absence of scarlet may protect your sanity to some degree."

As if drawn by the reference, the sound of running in the hall was terminated by the appearance of Kitty and Lydia within the doorway. Without turning, Mr. Bennet continued, "Miss Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, may I introduce my daughters Miss Catherine and Miss Lydia?" As soon as they had curtseyed properly, they took seats as close as possible to the colonel and began inquiring about his life in the military.

Darcy and Elizabeth's eyes met with a silent laugh, but only for a moment. Elizabeth quickly turned and said, "Georgiana, I would like to show you our pianoforte, if you do not mind? Perhaps you could see if we have any music you like, or maybe you could help me with a problem or two?"

Georgiana looked up, "Th... thank you, Elizabeth, I would like that." she whispered. Elizabeth and Georgiana left the parlour for the quiet of the drawing-room, and Mr. Bennet took a seat and began speaking with his future son. Once they were seated at the pianoforte, Georgiana spoke quietly. "Oh, Elizabeth, thank you. I was so nervous. I... I am not comfortable..."

Elizabeth held Georgiana's hand. "I understand. Fitzwilliam told me how shy you are; and Kitty and Lydia are much the opposite. In fact, they sometimes overwhelm me." She smiled encouragingly. "We shall be sisters soon. I will do what is necessary for you to be comfortable, so we can know each other better."

They looked through music and talked until luncheon was announced. As they sat at the table, Darcy and Elizabeth sat on either side of Georgiana, much as Lydia and Kitty managed to trap the colonel between them. Mr. Collins sat by Mary, but spoke to no one.

As they were finishing, Mrs. Hill came in to say that a carriage was approaching the house.

Chapter 17

Posted on Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Mrs. Ashley was a lively, petite woman of about fifty, who took Longbourn by storm. Darcy made quick introductions, but she was rather preoccupied with overseeing the placement of the several trunks and baskets she and her niece had brought with them. Mrs. Bennet, who had been oddly scarce all morning, made her appearance, taking in all of the activity.

"Whatever is in all of these trunks? It practically looks like you are here to stay!"

Mrs. Ashley stopped, stunned at the interruption by the woman she had not yet met, but who was apparently the mistress of the house. She smiled politely. "Most of this is for Miss Elizabeth, ma'am; silks and laces, and of course my sketches and needles and such. It would be difficult to begin on her trousseau without them."

"Oh! We must see them to be sure!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet. "Only the finest for my Lizzy!"

Elizabeth quickly interjected, "Mama! Can we not allow Mrs. Ashley to get in the door and rest from her travels? She will be here until Friday. There will be plenty of time to see what she brought." She turned to their newest guest, "Once your trunks are arranged, could I convince you and your niece to take some tea by the fire, Mrs. Ashley?"

"That would be lovely. Thank you."

Elizabeth and Jane were soon serving tea to a large party in the parlour. Mrs. Ashley spoke some of her trip to Hertfordshire and mentioned how honoured she felt by Mr. Darcy's request for her services. After just enough time to not be considered rude, Mr. Bingley declared his need to depart, reminding all, that like his sister, he still had ball preparations to attend.

Mr. Bennet also took this as his cue. "Well, Darcy, as you have brought all this upon me, I should leave you here while I return to my study; but that would leave me in the sole company of my cousin, and rather than suffer him as a chess partner, I suppose I could have some mercy. Or perhaps I can play the colonel and leave you to entertain Mr. Collins."

Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy accepted the invitation. Before leaving the room, Darcy again thanked Mrs. Ashley for coming so soon and quickly kissed the back of his fiancée's hand.

With the gentlemen removed, the ladies of the house were anxious to inquire of Mrs. Ashley's talents and contacts, and of course, the content of her trunks and baskets. The modiste, however, had her own agenda. She made some slight responses to try appeasing the ladies before returning to Mr. Bingley's parting words.

"Am I to understand that Mr. Bingley will be holding a ball tomorrow night?" she inquired.

"Oh yes!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet. "Unfortunately, with the weather in recent days, my girls have been unable to go into Meryton to purchase new adornments for their gowns. They all, especially Lydia and Kitty, have been so disappointed..."

Mrs. Ashley chose this point to interrupt. "I may, perhaps, have some ribbon and lace to spare. I shall check later this evening. But as I was engaged to aide Miss Elizabeth," She turned to face Elizabeth. "I would like to start immediately and see your wardrobe and discuss what you may want or need for tomorrow night, as well as begin on your trousseau."

"By all means, Mrs. Ashley." agreed Elizabeth. She looked at Jane, then Georgiana. "Do you think it would be possible for Miss Darcy to join us upstairs? I do not believe she would be in the way." I would like to invite Jane too, but then we would think it close quarters.

"Certainly. It is a pleasure seeing Miss Darcy again."

Elizabeth, Georgiana, Mrs. Ashley and her niece, Eleanor, or Elle, went to Elizabeth's room to begin. Elizabeth showed Mrs. Ashley her closet, and she immediately set to inventorying the gowns. Georgiana and Elle sat on the foot of Elizabeth's bed and began discussing the latest news from Derbyshire.

"You have some very nice gowns, Miss Bennet." came the voice from the closet. "Is there one you had already chosen for the ball?"

Elizabeth went to stand by the woman and replied, "I was thinking of the lilac or the mint, but if you have another suggestion, I would be interested."

"The lilac is nice, but this pale yellow one has such potential." She pulled it out and inspected the stitching and seams. "I could take a tuck here and add some beads... Would you try this on for me, Miss Bennet?"

Elizabeth agreed, and was about to call Sophie, the maid she shared with her sisters, when Elle offered to assist her. As she helped Elizabeth change her petticoats and dress, she told Elizabeth that she was assisting her aunt as her maid as well as with any dressmaking tasks assigned, but her hope was to one day be a lady's maid.

As Elizabeth changed, Mrs. Ashley retrieved her sketch book. When Elizabeth was done, she began drawing and making notes of how she would wish to change and adorn the dress. She sent Elle to retrieve some needed items, then showed her sketches to Elizabeth and explained how she would modify how the skirt flowed.

Elle returned with two baskets, one full of lace, the other all sorts of beads and buttons. The foursome looked at several choices. "Oh, Elizabeth!" exclaimed Georgiana. "This lace would be perfect along the neck." She held up a thin, delicate strip.

"It is beautiful, Georgiana." agreed Elizabeth.

Mrs. Ashley smiled proudly. "It is an excellent choice, Miss Darcy. You have a very good eye. My daughter, Nicole, made it."

Elizabeth immediately concurred that it was lovely, and in a short time, Mrs. Ashley had pinned in the lace and some obvious adjustments. Elle carefully assisted Elizabeth out of the dress and Mrs. Ashley took all of her measurements. Then she was off to begin her modifications.

When Elizabeth was back in her muslin day dress, she noticed that some curls had fallen. "Oh, I shall have to repair my hair before we return to company."

"May I assist you, Miss Bennet?" Elle offered eagerly. "I style my sister and cousins' hair anytime they will let me."

"I can repair it myself, Elle. It would not be right for me to ask it of you; but if you are offering because you truly wish to do it, then you may."

"Oh, ma'am, I would be very happy to do it." So Elizabeth took a seat at her vanity, and Elle removed all the pins from her hair. As she brushed Elizabeth's hair, she said, "You have beautiful hair, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth watched in the mirror as Elle pulled up sections of her hair and pinned them place. When she was done, Elizabeth was impressed. It was not overdone or ostentatious, while it was fancier than how she typically wore her hair.

"Thank you, Elle. It is beautiful." said Elizabeth, well pleased.

"You are very welcome, Miss. I would be happy to help you with anything else; but if you are all right, I should return to my aunt."

Elizabeth smiled. "By all means, Elle, do go. We must be returning to company ourselves."

Elle took Mrs. Ashley's remaining basket and returned to their rooms, while Elizabeth and Georgiana went back downstairs.

The gentlemen were still in Mr. Bennet's study, so the two girls joined Elizabeth's sisters. A fresh tea service was requested, and then Elizabeth sent Barbara to make sure that Mrs. Ashley felt well accommodated. She and Georgiana sat with Jane and told her all about the goings-on upstairs.

Word of their reappearance must have made it to the study, as Sirius came into the room, followed closely by Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Darcy could not take his eyes from Elizabeth. "You look lovely, Miss Elizabeth." He could not restrain a smile. "Did you enjoy your session with Mrs. Ashley?"

She nearly glowed with happiness. "She and Elle are wonderful, Mr. Darcy. I cannot thank you enough for your generosity."

"You are very welcome." He captured her gaze and held it. "I am glad you are pleased."

Darcy, Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam declined an invitation to dinner, wanting to return to Netherfield before dark. Darcy could find no opportunity to see Elizabeth alone, so he kissed her hand and told her how much he looked forward to seeing her at the ball the next evening.

Mrs. Ashley and Elle also declined to dine with the family, citing the amount of work to be completed by morning. Elizabeth wondered if they were concerned that Mrs. Bennet would wish to preserve the distinction of class, but she would not press them to change their minds.

Elizabeth did try on her dress again before bed and was very pleased with the changes.

"I would like to see it on you one more time before lunch tomorrow; if you do not mind. Then I can ensure everything is right before you ready yourself for the ball."

Elizabeth agreed to the request and wished the women a good night.

Tuesday turned out to be a beautiful day. There was scarcely a cloud in the sky, and the few that did persist were fluffy and white.

Mr. Bennet laughed to himself as his Elizabeth was so distracted over her morning tea. He had never seen her like this before, but could not bring himself to tease her. The evening's ball would be her first occasion as the future Mrs. Darcy. She would never again be simply the second Bennet daughter. She had every right to be excited.

Mr. Collins was again quiet at breakfast and retired immediately with Mr. Bennet.

"What ever has happened to Mr. Collins?" wondered Mrs. Bennet aloud. "I am happy to see he is no longer bothering you, Lizzy, but he is neglecting Mary as well!"

The girls had no answer for her, as the three who knew the reason felt it was safer to leave her thinking it a mystery.

When Elizabeth saw her dress again, she was amazed. "Are you certain this was my dress, Mrs. Ashley?"

"It is, Miss Bennet, and I cannot wait to see it on you. Do you mind?

"How could I? You have done wonders!"

When she saw herself in the mirror, she was even more impressed. "It is beautiful and looks so elegant... and yet..."

"Yet?" pressed Mrs. Ashley.

"Yet it does not make me look like I am putting on airs... like I am trying to show up my friends. It is perfect! Thank you!"

"Think nothing of it, miss. This is why I am here. Now let us get this gown off so Elle can press it." Mrs. Ashley left the room and Elle aided Elizabeth with her gowns.

As Elle was buttoning up Elizabeth's morning dress, she inquired, "Miss Bennet, I noticed you only have one maid for you and your sisters. I was wondering... if you would like... I could serve as your maid tonight. I would be quite honoured to do so."

Elizabeth turned and looked at Elle. Once they made eye contact, she responded. "I can only accept if you wish to do it. If your aunt has suggested it or you feel compelled to offer, then I can do as I always have, with Sophie and my sisters."

"Oh Miss Bennet, I do wish it. I have always loved fashion and I know much about being a lady's maid. Grandmère taught me a lot before she passed on, and I always asked questions of her and my Aunt Michelle. If only for one night, it would make me very happy to attend you."

"Very well. Then I shall let you know when it is time."

About three hours later, Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to find that Elle had a bath ready for her; the steaming water scented with lilac and rose oils. "I asked Sophie about your preferences." Afterwards, Elle helped her with her layers of dress, excepting the modified gown.

Elizabeth had not noticed before, but on her vanity were a collection of hairpins adorned with yellow silk rosettes and beads that matched the ones sewn onto her dress. "If you would like, Miss Bennet, I made these hairpins for you; but if you have others..."

"Shh, Elle. You should not have gone to the trouble, but they are beautiful, and I could not imagine anything else. Do you also have a hairstyle in mind for me?"

She did, and in what seemed no time at all, a thoroughly impressed and excited Elizabeth Bennet was coiffed and dressed and ready to depart for the Netherfield Ball.

Chapter 18

Posted on Monday, 19 May 2008

As the Bennet carriage entered the gates of Netherfield Park, Jane squeezed Elizabeth's arm and pointed out the window. The ballroom windows glowed with unparalleled brightness. "They must have a thousand candles in there." whispered Jane.

The sisters spoke amongst themselves as they exited the carriage, and Elizabeth gave one last silent prayer the youngest two would not be an embarrassment.

They entered the foyer to see Mr. Bingley and the Hursts receiving their guests in turn. When Jane and Elizabeth reached their hosts, Mr. Hurst greeted them, "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, you both look very lovely tonight." He kissed the hand of each before his wife collected the hands of both.

Louisa leaned forward, speaking quietly. "Jane, Elizabeth, I must thank you for all your help. I think you will be pleased with the way everything turned out."

Both sisters squeezed her hands, and Jane quietly replied, "It was our pleasure, Louisa, and we are eager to see it all."

Charles Bingley gazed from Jane to Elizabeth and back several times before he greeted them quite properly. "Welcome to Netherfield. Have a wonderful evening."

They smiled and thanked him before making their way into the ballroom, both feeling his gaze still upon them. They had no chance to question Mr. Bingley's behaviour, as upon entering the ballroom, they were met by Mr. and Miss Darcy.

Once Darcy and Elizabeth set eyes upon the other, they seemed to become oblivious to the room and the people surrounding them. Neither moved or spoke. After several seconds, Jane and Georgiana turned to the other, unable to watch their siblings any longer as they fought to suppress their giggles.

Georgiana finally nudged Darcy, breaking his trance. He blinked, then stammered, "Elizabeth... you are... gorgeous..."

Elizabeth's face glowed. "Thank you, Fitzwilliam. Thank you for everything. I feel like a princess." She sighed happily.

"You deserve nothing but the best, my love." Suddenly aware of their lack of privacy and his poor manners, he shifted his focus to Jane. "Miss Bennet, you are a vision of loveliness."

The foursome began to chat, and were soon approached by Colonel Fitzwilliam, wearing a fine scarlet uniform, much different from the local militia regiment.

"Putting yourself at risk in your regimentals, sir?" teased Elizabeth.

"It is only proper, Miss Elizabeth. I was, however, hoping that by engaging myself for the first three sets with the three loveliest women in the room, that I may be somewhat protected." Jane and Elizabeth smiled at the compliment while his cousins rolled their eyes. "I believe your first sets are already secured, as is mine," he glanced at Georgiana. "but is it too late to secure the second and third, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet?"

They accepted, assuring him of their concern for his dilemma.

Mr. Bingley and the Hursts finally entered the ballroom a few minutes later. The master of the house wasted no time in approaching his friends. "The music should start in just a moment. I insist that in light of your engagement, you and Miss Elizabeth must lead the first set, Darcy." While he hated being the centre of attention, Darcy ceded to the directive rather than arguing, and took Elizabeth's arm and led her to the floor. Bingley and Jane followed, as did the Hursts and the colonel and Georgiana.

It did not take long for others to join the lines, and a minute later, the music started. As they danced the first figures, Elizabeth could not but notice how quiet everyone was. Even the talkative Mr. Bingley was mute. Darcy's lack of conversation did not bother her much, but she decided she could not allow it to last and made some slight observation on the dance. He replied absently, and was again silent. After a pause of some minutes she addressed him a second time with -- "It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy -- I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples."

Realizing he had just been admonished, he smiled at his fiancée. "I am sorry, Miss Bennet, I was deep in thought."

She gave a small laugh. "This is a strange time to be pondering the issues of life, Mr. Darcy."

"Not that... I was thinking I have never danced a first set before." He grinned. "And I find I rather like it."

They made their way up the line, and when they reached the end of the set, they noticed Sir William Lucas standing by, and as only he could do, he addressed Darcy.

"I have been most highly gratified indeed, my dear sir. Such very superior dancing is not often seen. It is evident that you belong to the first circles. Allow me to say, however, that your fair partner does not disgrace you, and that I must hope to have this pleasure often repeated, of course, at your celebration, but perhaps again when another desirable event," He glanced at Jane and Bingley. "shall take place. What congratulations will then flow in! I appeal to Mr. Darcy -- but let me not interrupt you, sir. You will not thank me for detaining you from the bewitching converse of that young lady, whose bright eyes are also upbraiding me."

They could not easily pick up their discourse again, but communicated their shock and amusement as best they could with their eyes while Jane and Bingley approached the end of the line.

Darcy and Elizabeth made a few general remarks, but their attention could not but be drawn by the oddly quiet couple again beside them. Jane looked to her sister, and Elizabeth tilted her head, showing her confusion.

Elizabeth had just returned her gaze to her betrothed, when she heard her sister ask, "Mr. Bingley, are you well? You have said not a word during this dance."

Darcy and Elizabeth tried not to pay attention, but curious about his odd behaviour, they could not help but notice as Bingley looked at Jane as though surprised to hear her voice. After a moment, he responded, "I was just... I was wondering... how you would respond... if I asked you to marry me... Jane."

Jane froze, and the engaged couple quickly returned their gazes to one another, making a pointed effort not to watch as they listened with rapt attention. Jane finally stuttered, "Are you... Are you asking me... to marry you?"

"Well, this would not really be the place..." Mr. Bingley suddenly turned crimson as he noticed his sister and brother-in-law dancing up the line. "But yes, Jane, I am asking you to marry me." He grinned like a silly schoolboy.

Elizabeth's jaw dropped, but Darcy was able to keep her gaze locked. The Hursts had just passed them when they heard Jane's clear response. "Yes, Charles, I will marry you."

Having obviously also heard her answer, the Hursts looked at Bingley and Jane, but the younger couple was oblivious. Louisa finally caught Elizabeth's attention, and without speaking, Elizabeth was able to confirm her suspicions.

The remainder of the dance seemed very long. The couples gradually relaxed and tried to enjoy the dance, but the first three couples had entirely too much on their minds to be interested in anything else.

As the dances of the set finished, Jane was immediately embraced by Elizabeth and Louisa while Bingley received the quiet congratulations from Mr. Darcy and Mr. Hurst. The three couples, along with the colonel and Georgiana started to walk towards the refreshments when they were accosted by Mrs. Bennet.

"Jane! Jane! Is it true? Mr. Bingley proposed!!" The whole group blushed with embarrassment.

"Shh. Calm down, Mama." Jane tried. "But yes, Mama. He proposed and I accepted."

Elizabeth squeezed Darcy's arm and held her head down as her mother prattled. "Oh Jane, I knew it was only a matter of time! Such a fine husband, and the pin money and coaches! It is not all that Lizzy shall have, but you have done quite well for yourself."

Darcy's free hand covered Elizabeth's, and he whispered something soothing in her ear, though she was so affected, she was not aware of what he said. He redirected the group, steering them towards Mr. Bennet, who laughed at their approach.

Mr. Bennet fought to maintain a stern mien as the young man escorted Jane towards him, "Do I understand we need to speak privately, Mr. Bingley?"

"It is up to you, sir." Bingley tried to maintain a respectful tone in spite of his scarlet visage as he rambled ahead, "I am afraid I have already acted quite impulsively, and I am sorry for any embarrassment, sir, but I am hoping you shall approve."

"I have not been so amused in some time, Bingley. I shall enjoy having you as a son. Shall we announce it now, before Sir William has told everyone?"

A much humbled Bingley assented. "Yes, sir. If you wish it."

Mr. Bennet led both betrothed couples to the middle of the room. There had already been enough attention upon the group, and it took little effort to gain the focus of everyone assembled.

He began speaking loudly, "I believe everyone here has heard the news of my Elizabeth's betrothal to Mr. Darcy..." He kissed her hand, then gave it to Darcy, who repeated the gesture. "But I am very pleased to announce that she is not my only daughter engaged to be married. Just this evening, I have given my consent for Jane..." He kissed her hand. "to marry our host for the evening, Mr. Charles Bingley." He gave Jane's hand to Bingley and bowed to both gentlemen before walking away. Mr. Bingley kissed Jane's hand and their audience applauded.

The happy couples made their way back to the edge of the room, receiving many congratulations along the way. When they arrived, the colonel handed Elizabeth a cup of punch, saying, "I believe the next set will begin soon, and I understand my dull, reserved cousin and his sister intend to sit it out.

"You, however, Miss Elizabeth, and I will have to show them how to enjoy a ball."

Elizabeth laughed. "Why do I suspect that Mr. Darcy was not alone in arranging Georgiana's dance card?" The colonel tried denying the accusation, but there was no escaping the charge.

As the music began, Colonel Fitzwilliam led Elizabeth to the set. They found their dance to be enjoyable as their conversation was quite amiable, and they were surprised when their set ended.

They rejoined Darcy and Georgiana, and as a group walked around the room, greeting some of their Meryton neighbours. They stopped when they reached Bingley and Jane, who were speaking with the Hursts.

When the cue for the next set was given, the colonel wasted no time claiming Jane as his partner. Elizabeth had to resist the urge to laugh at Bingley, whose sad expression reminded her of her four year-old cousin, Colin Gardiner. Darcy could only tolerate his bereft expression so long, and was compelled to remind him that he should also be attending his partner for the dance if he had one.

"Oh yes! I have forgotten; I am to dance with Miss Long." He took a couple calming breaths and went to find his partner. Darcy had reverted to quiet observation and was pleased, thinking he might have Elizabeth to himself for the duration. It was not to be though, just as the music began, she was approached by John Lucas, Charlotte's brother, and propriety demanded she accept. Darcy watched her head towards the dance floor, noting that at least his eyes would not have to leave her form as she danced.

Georgiana was excited when the supper set arrived. She was to dance with her brother, then depart for bed after the meal. It was generous of Fitzwilliam to allow her to attend as much of the evening as she had. They walked to the floor, accompanied by Bingley and Elizabeth, who would dance next to them.

Not surprisingly, Mr. Bingley chose to talk about Jane and ask questions about her throughout the dance. As much as Elizabeth liked the gentleman, she was pleased that he would rejoin her sister, allowing her to dine peacefully with her fiancé.

Darcy ensured that as they sat, he had his two most beloved women on either side. Georgiana would be particularly shy as she did not know the people sitting across from her, but at least she had her cousin on her other side.

The meal seemed perfect at first. The white soup was delicious, and the fish divine. However, they had scarcely begun their meat course, when Mrs. Bennet's voice was heard clearly from further up the table. "Oh, Mrs. Goulding, I am completely overcome! Not one but two of my daughters engaged to such rich gentlemen! And just think, they will be able to throw the others in the way of other rich men!"

The colour drained from Elizabeth's face as she gazed down at her plate. She had just known this was coming, but had hoped, prayed, that her family would find restraint this night. After a moment of shock, Darcy resisted the urge to stare at his fiancée's mother or react rashly and looked at Elizabeth. In a heartbeat, he was holding her hand under the table and whispering comfortingly in her ear.

Mr. Bennet also surprised many as he tried to gain control of the situation by interjecting. "Indeed, Mrs. Bennet, our two eldest have found themselves such kind and honourable men. I believe they should be very happy."

As conversation resumed in that section of the room, Mrs. Bennet's voice could be recognized, but she did not drown out the others or make a spectacle of herself again. Elizabeth wondered at the change, but could not complain.

Gradually the colour returned to Elizabeth's cheeks and she resumed conversation with the people around her. After dinner, Darcy suggested a short walk in the near garden before Georgiana had to turn in. It was warm for a late November evening, so wraps were not necessary as they walked along a bright, torch-lit path near the house.

Suddenly, Georgiana giggled as she pointed to the French doors of the library. There was Milton with his front paws on the glass; his tail lashing wildly. The group looked at one another and went up to see if the door was unlocked. Fortunately it was, and the dog greeted the trio eagerly.

As the dog nudged her, Elizabeth could not help but notice the orange shoe in Milton's mouth. She looked up at Darcy, who was an unnatural shade of red as he refused to meet her eyes. Georgiana thought to help the situation, "He apparently found it here. Milton carries it everywhere and refuses to give it up."

"Oh." was all Elizabeth could utter, so she bent down and petted the dog for a couple of minutes and told him he was a "good boy." After a while, Darcy led Milton back inside and left him there, locking the door (as it should have been with so many people around), before he led the ladies back towards the ballroom. They walked quickly around the edge of the room, bidding Georgiana a good night when they reached the front hall. She ascended the stair and Darcy and Elizabeth returned to the festivities.

Elizabeth looked up at Darcy, and when he caught her teasing inquiry, his colour, which had not returned to normal, flushed anew and he shrugged his shoulders. There was really nothing for either of them to say, so after a moment, Elizabeth looked away. Unfortunately, she noticed her cousin walking towards them.

"Mr. Darcy... as always, a pleasure, sir." he stuttered, bowing deeply. "I was pleased to receive a missive from Lady Catherine this morning." He looked away for a moment, as though deciding what to say next. "I am certain she would wish for you to know that she and Miss De Bourgh are well." He looked up into Darcy's nearly expressionless face. "Wonderful news, is it not?" He looked down at his hands, drawing Elizabeth's attention to their twitching. "I came this way, however, to ask my lovely cousin, Elizabeth, for the next dance... I had hoped to dance with all my fair cousins."

Elizabeth had to accept; though she dreaded the prospect. His demeanour had changed in recent days, and now, he seemed different still. All she knew to prepare for was poor dancing and sore toes, as she had seen him dance with Mary and Charlotte. She squeezed Darcy's arm and smiled encouragingly at him before she accepted Collins.

Elizabeth then scanned the room, finding Bingley and Jane nearby. "If you will excuse us until then, Mr. Collins, Mr. Darcy and I wish to speak to Jane." Still holding Darcy's arm, they walked towards the other couple.

The couples chatted for a while, and Darcy secured Jane for the next set. Bingley began his forlorn look immediately, but Darcy was quick to admonish him. "You have had the pleasure of dancing with my fiancée, it is only fair." Elizabeth suggested he ask Miss Lucas, Miss Maria or one of her other sisters. He was hesitant to leave the group, but as Mr. Collins nervously came forth to collect Elizabeth, he decided to try.

Mr. Bingley ended up enjoying his dance with Charlotte, and Darcy and Jane were surprisingly well matched. Even Elizabeth was not too upset; Mr. Collins did not seem as nervous without Darcy at her side, and he only compared Netherfield to Rosings once, and otherwise praised his hosts for the evening. As expected, her toes suffered some, but even that was not as bad as she had anticipated.

Elizabeth danced the next two, one with a local gentleman and another with Mr. Denny of the militia. Darcy surprised her by dancing one with Mary.

She had mixed feelings when it was time for the last set. Elizabeth was both exhilarated and tired, eager to dance with Darcy and sorry to know they would part company soon. There was no need to talk much this time, and they left most of their communication to meeting eyes and joining hands.

After the last chord, Bingley took Jane with him to see off his guests. Elizabeth and Darcy joined the rest of the Bennets until their coach was ready to depart. When nearly all the guests had left, Elizabeth hugged Louisa and complimented her on her success.

Darcy held Elizabeth back as the group went to wait outside. They did not separate from the rest, but they waited behind everyone else for the Bennet carriage to pull up. They could hear Lydia complaining about the wait that all believed Mrs. Bennet had orchestrated. Taking full advantage of the delay, Darcy placed his hands on Elizabeth's waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "I had a lovely evening, my love."

She leaned back a little and replied, "I did too. It was nice to finally dance with you."

As no one seemed to notice, Darcy's hands never moved. Impulsively, he leaned to his right and bent down, placing a quick kiss on Elizabeth's neck. "Fitzwilliam!" she admonished, still in a whisper. She did not move away, however.

"Oh Lordy, how tired I am!" exclaimed Lydia. Mr. Bennet and the others were trying to soothe her, when Darcy bent and kissed the left side of Elizabeth's neck. She shuddered and looked up at him, with his smug grin.

Just then, the Bennet carriage pulled up to the door; the last one. Darcy took her hand, and held it as her mother and younger sisters climbed aboard. When it was time for Elizabeth to enter the carriage, he kissed her hand and said, "I shall see you at Longbourn tomorrow, likely about noon. Do get some sleep." He then handed her up. Lydia and Kitty already looked half asleep as she took her seat. Bingley finally, reluctantly, helped Jane up. Once Mr. Bennet and Mr. Collins climbed atop, the Bennets were on their way home.

Chapter 19

Posted on Monday, 26 May 2008

Elizabeth woke in a very good mood, vividly remembering her dreams of a dashing young gentleman. She smiled to herself.

My dashing young gentleman.

Finally willing to take in her surroundings, she opened her eyes. The sunlight cast on the floor told her she had slept late.

It must be after nine. I had best be getting up.

She had just sat down at her vanity and begun brushing her hair when she heard a tap at her door. When she acknowledged it, Sophie entered.

"Miss Lizzy? I was coming to see if you were up; if you needed my help... and Mr. Collins asked after you."

Elizabeth watched the girl closely as she spoke, wondering what was going through his mind now.

"He told me he had seen Mr. Darcy riding up the drive, and to tell you they would wait for you in the west parlour."

She thanked Sophie, and as the maid did her hair she pondered the goings on downstairs.

Why would Fitzwilliam be here so early? And alone?

When she was ready, she descended the stairs. Her first priority was to let Sirius out. She paused before she passed the closed door to the west parlour. Perhaps Darcy would want to walk with her. Elizabeth looked at Sirius. He stood, facing her, neither eager to enter the room, nor trying to encourage her towards the back door. She looked several times between the dog and the door and the turn in the hall.

Something is not right.

Sirius walked in two tight circles then sat between her and the door. She patted his head.

"What's going on, boy? Should we go in here?"

She made to reach for the doorknob, and Sirius nudged her hand. She looked at him quizzically.

"Outside then?"

He let her pass him, then got up and walked beside her. Just then, Mr. Bennet entered the hall.

"Good morning, my dear."

He paused to take a long look at his daughter.

"You look perplexed."

She tried to smile at her father.

"Yes, Sirius is acting strangely, and I cannot figure him out. I was told Mr. Darcy was in this parlour, but Sirius is not eager to see him... nor will he leave my side, even though he has yet to be out this morning."

Just then they heard someone running down the front stairs.

Lydia!

She came into the hall and stopped, surprised to see her father and sister just standing there. She shrugged her shoulders, then said, "Good morning." before flinging open the parlour door and disappearing inside. Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth looked at one another for a moment, but then... the sounds that were coming from the room... Both walked towards the door, which was standing wide open, and looked inside. There, a mere three feet inside the room, was Lydia, kissing, and being kissed by Mr. Collins. He wore no coat, and his arms, in open shirtsleeves, were wrapped around her waist; her fingers were in his hair. Elizabeth turned, disturbed at the sight; Mr. Bennet just stood there, watching, his jaw dropped.

"Oh, Lizzy..." she heard Mr. Collins murmur.

She shuddered and suddenly felt ill; she had to regain control of her thoughts.

It could not be... I did not see...

The next thing she knew, Elle was holding her up. "Miss Bennet, are you..." Elle must have turned and seen. "My goodness! Miss Bennet, come..." The girl drew her a few feet away from the door before Elizabeth collapsed, sitting on the floor, still trying to make sense of it all.

"MISTER COLLINS!" she heard her father in an unfamiliar, commanding voice. "You will learn your future wife's name, and until such time as she is your wife, you will unhand her!"

There was dead silence for a moment, finally broken by Mr. Collins.

"C... C... Cousin Lydia? I... I thought you were Elizabeth! You were supposed to be Elizabeth... I need to marry Elizabeth!"

SLAP!

"Lydia, go to your room. I will need to talk to you, but for now I must speak to your fiancé." intoned Mr. Bennet.

"I will not marry him, Papa!" screeched Lydia.

"You will. I saw you, as did your sister and... this... this Mrs. Ashley's niece! Someone who is not part of this household! To your room! Now!"

Lydia ran upstairs, wailing, while Elizabeth still sat on the hall floor, her head on her knees, Sirius' head in her ‘lap,' with Elle trying to attend her.

"As for you, Collins! You should be grateful that you imposed yourself on Lydia and not Elizabeth. I would not want to see Mr. Darcy's reaction to you insulting his fiancée."

"But... but... Lady Catherine... Mr. Darcy cannot marry Elizabeth."

"ENOUGH COLLINS! Button your shirt and get in my study NOW!"

Elizabeth heard her father's footsteps approaching her, then his hand stroking the top of her head.

"Miss, take Lizzy to her room and get Jane. And please ask Sophie to see that they and Lydia have breakfast upstairs."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Bennet helped Elizabeth to stand and pulled her into his arms. "All is well, my Lizzy. Go upstairs, and after you eat, perhaps you and Jane might walk."

Elizabeth hugged her father and nodded her head against his chest. "Thank you, Papa."

Elle then began to lead Elizabeth upstairs.

"And miss, you might want to leave Elizabeth's door ajar for a few minutes. Sirius, come!"

He patted his leg.

"Collins, you WILL be in my study when I return!"

Elizabeth was sitting on her bed with her head on her knees when Jane entered.

"Lizzy, are you all right?"

Looking up, she replied, "I am fine, Jane. I was just so shocked. Oh..." She moaned slightly and put her hand to her temple. "I do have a headache."

Jane embraced her sister as she continued.

"Mr. Collins meant to compromise me, Jane... And now Lydia must marry him."

Jane listened as Elizabeth told her of all she had seen and heard. Sirius returned and also settled on the bed by his mistress. Once the story was done, Jane saw that Elizabeth took some powders for her headache and ate some breakfast. As the breakfast tray was being removed, Elle returned, and was greeted happily by Sirius. She patted his head and dropped a deep curtsey before she quietly addressed his mistress.

"Miss Elizabeth, I hope you are better now... I want you to know I shall say nothing of... of that horrible man. Not to anyone, not even Mr. Darcy or my aunt..."

"Thank you; I appreciate that very much, Elle."

Elle then offered to help Elizabeth repair her appearance and was doing so when Sophie entered with Jane and Elizabeth's pelisses and bonnets.

"Your father told me to bring these. He suggested you walk to Oakham Mount for the fresh air."

Elizabeth and Jane set out with Sirius a few minutes later. The sun and clear skies were refreshing, and they began to recover their spirits. As they were approaching the crest of the hill, they heard hooves coming up the path behind them. Jane and Elizabeth turned to see their fiancés approaching. They could tell immediately, this was no coincidence. As soon as he was near, Darcy pulled his rein and dismounted. Before she even realized it, Elizabeth was trapped in his embrace.

"I am here, Elizabeth." he whispered in her ear as he rubbed her back.

Elizabeth was oblivious to the others, but Darcy kept aware of his surroundings. Bingley and Jane had greeted each other warmly, and Bingley had kissed her hand before they walked arm in arm slowly up the path and around the curve. Darcy held his fiancée for a long time, as she tried to bury her head in his chest. He finally heard her murmur, "You know."

"Your father wrote..." Darcy fought his anger; he needed to comfort Elizabeth. "He thought you would be happier away from the house while he resolves the situation... I cannot say that I disagree."

He pushed back her bonnet and kissed her head.

"And you know there is no place I would rather be than with you."

She tightened her arms around his waist.

"But Lydia... Mr. Collins... He meant to..."

"I know, my love. It would change nothing with me if he succeeded. I am glad he did not, for it hurts me enough to see you this upset."

He stroked her hair and kissed the only small spot of her forehead that was exposed.

"I am tempted to call him out..."

Elizabeth pulled back and looked up at him. "No, Fitzwilliam!"

He pulled her back against him. "I said I am tempted. I will respect your father's wishes and help to carry them out if necessary."

After not receiving a response, he continued. "I am so sorry to have brought this upon you, Elizabeth... I am certain it is his obsession with my aunt and her desire for me to marry my cousin."

Elizabeth looked up and reached to touch his cheek. "Do not blame yourself... He..." "... is not worth worrying about.

Trust your father, my love. Trust me. I wish I had done something before; but I assure you that he will never impose upon you again."

"Thank you." She tried to smile.

In an attempt to raise her spirits some, he pointed to their two dogs, rolling in the grass and chasing one another.

"It almost seems they have missed each other."

She laughed lightly. Darcy moved so one arm remained around her waist. Elizabeth rested her head on his arm and they began walking up the path again. When they reached the crest of the hill, they noticed Jane and Bingley kissing near the woody copse. They turned the other way and found a secluded spot of their own. Elizabeth looked up at Darcy and smiled. "You know... they may not have such a bad idea..."

After some time, the couples rejoined one another and walked to Netherfield. They arrived about an hour later, their spirits much improved by the exercise. Sirius and Milton accompanied the group into the house, and as they entered the drawing-room to join the others, Milton ran past them and towards the pianoforte. He stopped and began growling. Everyone turned to see the cowering spaniel beneath the instrument drop the orange slipper she had been chewing. Sirius had stayed by his mistress' side, but even he seemed to be watching the spectacle. Darcy laughed, but all were shocked to hear Georgiana.

"Fitzwilliam! How could you!"

He stopped laughing.

"Milton!" he called.

The Dalmatian picked up his slipper and trotted swiftly to his master, sitting before him, his spoil still in his mouth.

"Down." The dog complied.

Darcy then turned to his sister, to whom Lady Pamela had immediately run.

"She should know by now not to take his toys; especially those he prizes so."

Georgiana pouted a little as her dog jumped into her lap. Mr. Bingley invited everyone to sit, and while everyone was settling in, Sirius walked over to Georgiana, curiously sniffing the small creature in her lap. After a short while, he sat and thumped his tail a little. When Lady Pamela dropped her head down on her mistress' lap, Sirus flopped down on the floor, laying atop Georgiana's feet. The group was quite comfortable, sitting and chatting; and soon lunch was announced. All of the human members of the party made their way to the dining-parlour, while the dogs were excluded from that room. It was a good meal in excellent company. They returned to the drawing-room after lunch to find all three dogs curled up together, under the pianoforte, though Milton clearly retained possession of his slipper.

Elizabeth had just convinced Georgiana to play a duet, when the butler tapped on the door. "Excuse me, there is a Sergeant Odom here for Colonel Fitzwilliam."

The colonel's visage was suddenly quite serious, and he seemed nearly a different man than had resided at Netherfield the last several days. He excused himself, returning only a few minutes later.

"I am sorry, but I have been summoned to town immediately. Would it be possible for us to take two fresh horses?"

Mr. Bingley offered a pair and sent word to the stables for them to be readied. The colonel departed again, and when he reappeared about twenty minutes later, he was wearing regimentals. He took leave of everyone in turn, thanking his hosts and offering congratulations to Bingley and Jane. He hugged Georgiana and then took Elizabeth's hand.

"It has been an immense pleasure, Miss Elizabeth. I do not understand how my cousin won a lovely lady like you, but I wish you all the best."

He kissed her hand.

"I shall endeavour to return for your wedding."

Colonel Fitzwilliam then shook Darcy's hand and was gone. When Darcy realized that afternoon was nearly half gone, he suggested it was time to return the Bennet ladies to Longbourn, and ordered his carriage readied. The gentlemen spoke quietly to one another before they escorted the ladies towards the entry. Mr. Darcy, alone, would escort the sisters, so they took their leave and departed.

Their arrival at Longbourn was unlike any before. Mrs. Bennet was in raptures that her Lydia would be married, even before Elizabeth. She spoke of nothing else.

"Oh, Lizzy, Mr. Darcy, you must speak to your Mrs. Ashley. She absolutely must make Lydia's wedding dress! You must see the dress she is working on today, it would be perfect for my Lydia!"

Holding her fiancé's arm, Elizabeth could feel the tension building. Very coolly, but politely, Darcy replied,

"Mrs. Ashley is here to assure Miss Elizabeth is properly attired to move North, and that is her priority; but if she feels she has the time, she may certainly help Miss Lydia. If you do not mind, I must speak to Mr. Bennet now."

"Oh, certainly." Mrs. Bennet prattled on. "Lizzy, take Mr. Darcy to your father's study."

Elizabeth squeezed Darcy's arm and led the way, tapping upon her father's door when she reached it.

"Lizzy, you are back. Come in, my dear."

She entered, leading her betrothed.

"Mr. Darcy would like to speak to you, Papa."

She closed the door, then led him over to the desk and sat down herself. Darcy looked at her for a moment, but Mr. Bennet did not seem surprised, so he sat as well.

"Elizabeth and I have discussed the events of the morning, sir. I am certain why Mr. Collins has acted so, and I feel compelled to ensure that Elizabeth is no longer imposed upon by him."

Mr. Bennet studied the younger man for a moment.

"So what exactly are your plans, Mr. Darcy, do you intend to take up a room after all? Would you prefer a guest room or one near the family?"

Darcy's eyes widened some as he resisted the complete shock at the elder's suggestion.

"Uhm... If necessary, I would take a room here... I suppose between Collins and... the rest of the family."

A red hue tried to spread across his cheeks. Elizabeth smiled, restraining a giggle. Mr. Bennet grinned.

"You are welcome to stay anytime, son, but if you do settle in here, I might have a very hard time letting you remove my daughter."

Darcy took a moment to formulate a response, so Mr. Bennet continued,

"It is really not necessary, though. Mr. Collins will be staying at the Meryton Inn tonight, and when he returns from Kent."

Both Darcy and Elizabeth gave a sigh of relief. Mr. Bennet continued.

"Pastor Johnson will read the banns, and Lydia and Collins will be married December 17. Collins will be returning to Kent in the morning, to inform his patroness and make arrangements. He is to return on the 16th, but he will not stay here, and he will never be alone with Lizzy."

"Oh, thank you, Papa!"

Elizabeth overlapped Darcy's more subdued, but no less relieved, "Thank you, sir."

Chapter 20

Posted on Monday, 2 June 2008

Light was just beginning to come through the window when Elizabeth woke Thursday. Wrapping herself in her quilt, she moved to the window seat and settled in to watch the sun rise.

Sirius moved with her, placing his head in her lap. She absently rubbed his ears as she waited, her mind already drifting to the evening before.

After she had left her father and her fiancé in the study, she went upstairs to Mrs. Ashley. The older woman did not seem to mind that Elizabeth had been absent all day, when she should have been poring over drawings and choosing fabrics.

Mrs. Ashley had kept herself busy by going into Meryton with Elle to peruse the shops; and they had also met Mrs. Massey, the small town's dressmaker. They had also begun work on Elizabeth's new wardrobe. Two dresses were already basted and ready to try on; one, a dark green wool morning dress, and the other, a heavy periwinkle silk evening gown. Both were nearly perfect, and only needed a few very minor adjustments.

They also reviewed several new drawings. Mrs. Ashley seemed to understand Elizabeth's tastes perfectly. Elizabeth smiled to herself. She could get used to this.

As her mind wandered, her face took on a dreamy expression. She recalled when Fitzwilliam left Longbourn the evening before. Her heart almost broke when he entered the carriage... but before...

Perhaps he felt as she did. Those kisses had to last a long time; their several hours of separation, not to mention the time they would likely be in company when reunited. Oh, how she longed for him to come back to her.

Elizabeth realized the sun was fully above the horizon and shone brightly. It was time to dress and join her father.

"How are you this morning, my Lizzy? I hope you slept well."

"Better than I had expected, Papa. Thank you for sending Fitzwilliam yesterday; he was such a comfort... But what about you? Will everything be all right with you?

He sighed. "Collins and Lydia seem to have accepted their fate. After I talked to each of them, they spent some time together, talking. In a strange way, I think it will work out for them.

"In the meantime, however, your mother is obsessed with arranging three weddings, and Lydia is whining about your modiste, declaring she needs one, or specifically Mrs. Ashley, more than you. I suppose it is no different than I should have expected."

Elizabeth frowned at the creases on her father's brow. "Well, I apparently need much more than I ever expected; I know she cannot take on Lydia."

"I would not even ask, my dear." he replied. "So, did Sirius enjoy his walk yesterday?" He fed the dog a piece of muffin as he tried to lighten the conversation.

"He seemed very happy to be out. It is not easy being housebound for days on end." Mr. Bennet wondered if she was talking about the dog or herself.

Soon thereafter, she declared it time to ready herself for the day.

Mr. Bingley arrived just as the family sat down to breakfast. He brought apologies from Darcy, who had remained behind to attend some letters of business.

Knowing Jane would be quite occupied, Elizabeth spent some time with Mrs. Ashley, then returned to her father's study.

As she helped her father with his accounts, Elizabeth returned to the subject of her youngest sister. "I mentioned Lydia to Mrs. Ashley, and she had a few ideas. She already has sketches and patterns that would be appropriate for Lydia; and she is willing to lend them to Mrs. Massey. She might also have some evening gown designs that would work for the wedding dress.

"Mrs. Ashley will not have much time, but she did offer to take Lydia's measurements and order one dress and some necessities best purchased in London."

Soon there was a knock at the door. Darcy had been a bit surprised at being directed to the study upon his arrival; but he nearly gasped when he entered the room and saw Elizabeth comfortably seated behind the desk. He then spied Mr. Bennet reading in his chair by the window.

"Good day, sir." he greeted Mr. Bennet and shook his hand. Darcy then went to the desk and raised Elizabeth's hand to his lips. "Good morning, Elizabeth. I must apologize for my delay in calling."

"There is no need, Fitzwilliam." she answered. "Mr. Bingley explained, and I was able to spend time with Mrs. Ashley before coming to help my father." She paused with a warm, loving smile. "Please sit down; I shall be but a few more minutes."

He sat, and she returned her focus to the ledgers. Darcy watched her, and must have borne a curious expression, because Mr. Bennet suddenly volunteered, "Lizzy has always had an aptitude for figures. She has been helping me with my books since she was fifteen."

Darcy smiled as he replied, "I must admit I was unaware of this talent."

The colour rose in Elizabeth's cheeks as she tried to maintain her focus. Mr. Bennet spoke again, "So you are not stealing my Lizzy away to manage your estate while you become a man of leisure, Darcy?"

The younger man was taken aback by the jest, so Mr. Bennet continued. "I know, son..." he grinned. "I can assure you, however, she will manage your home quite efficiently."

"Oh, Papa..." she started to admonish him before Mrs. Hill's knock was heard upon the door.

"Yes, Hill?" Mr. Bennet asked as the servant entered the room.

"Sir, Barbara has just come to me. She was cleaning the room previously occupied by Mr. Collins. She found this," Mrs. Hill handed him a folded letter, "and brought it straight to me."

Mr. Bennet began to unfold the missive as she continued. "I did glance at it, sir... and felt I should bring it to you immediately."

All colour drained instantly from Mr. Bennet's face as he read. Darcy and Elizabeth watched him closely.

"Hill... Can Barbara read?"

"Yes, sir. But she is a good girl. I did not ask if she read it, but she brought it to me only minutes after going upstairs, and she is now waiting in the hall."

Silence reigned for several moments. "It is fine, Hill. Tell her that I appreciate her quick actions and that we trust and value her."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Hill curtseyed and left.

Mr. Bennet stared at the letter in his hands, probably reading it again. Darcy and Elizabeth's concerned gazes shifted between Mr. Bennet and each other.

"Papa?"

Mr. Bennet looked up into his daughter's eyes in apparent confusion; he then looked at Darcy. Without saying a word, he held the missive towards the younger man.

Darcy's eyes went wide immediately, as though he recognized something. In seconds, before he could have read far, he sprang from his chair and walked to the far window. Elizabeth watched him closely as he read and periodically ran a hand through his hair.

When he finished, he dropped his hand, still holding the letter, to his side. Fitzwilliam Darcy simply stood, staring out the window.

Elizabeth looked from one silent man to the other. "Fitzwilliam?" He turned and ran his hand through his hair again. "Papa? Will not one of you tell me what is going on?"

Silence persisted until Darcy forced himself to meet her eyes. "Elizabeth, you should not..." He glanced down at the letter. "I..."

Darcy walked back to the desk and handed the letter to Elizabeth, then sat down with his head in his hands. Elizabeth looked at the men, and her hands trembled as she raised it to read.

25 November 1811

Mr. Collins --

It concerns me deeply that I have not heard from you since your express of 19 November. You declared then that your trip to Hertfordshire must have been Divine Intervention, and you assured me you would separate my nephew from the country nobody.

Yet here I sit, nearly a full week later, with no further news. I would have expected the deed accomplished by now.

Darcy is engaged to my daughter. His supposed engagement to this Miss Elizabeth Bennet is a farce. Have you not challenged the banns or license posting?

That girl must not succeed in her ambitions. Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

I am counting on you, Collins. Resolve this now.

Lady Catherine De Bourgh

The men had watched her closely as she read, and when her trembling hands set it on the desk, she found Darcy kneeling on the floor beside her, pulling her into his embrace.

He could feel her sobs as he held her tighter. "This changes nothing, Elizabeth. We are only informed now of Lady Catherine's desperation. You know what Anne wrote; and you can have no doubt of Georgiana and Geoffrey's opinion." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Elizabeth. Nothing will change that. And I was planning to tell you later today, I received a letter of congratulations from Lord Robert and Lady Juliet. Lady Catherine has absolutely no power over us, my dear."

Elizabeth looked up, tears shining in her eyes. She and Darcy just gazed at each other for a long moment until she whispered, "I love you, Fitzwilliam."

He boldly kissed her forehead, and then helped her to her feet. They then went over to Mr. Bennet and sat, Darcy not giving up the small hand he held.

"Well, son," began Mr. Bennet, "what is to be done now?"

"I am quite tempted to act rashly... to jump on a horse and give Lady Catherine a piece of my mind! If she were a man, I would..." He spoke sharply and tensed both hands, squeezing Elizabeth's more than was comfortable. Darcy was livid.

He then took a deep breath and forced himself to relax for a moment. In a distant, serious tone, he began again. "I shall write to my uncle, the earl. He is head of the Fitzwilliam family. Lady Catherine will have to accept that he has given us his blessing."

The distant look in Darcy's eyes kept the others from speaking. "Lady Catherine gives her opinions freely to anyone who will listen, and interferes with everyone at Rosings. She repeatedly advises her tenants how to arrange their lives, and speaks constantly of her presumption that Anne and I will someday marry... But she has never made an effort to impose her will on anyone...

"Even in this letter," He pointed towards the desk where the letter sat. "She seems only to be encouraging Collins to pursue his own attempts to separate us. It would have been impossible for her to have sent Collins for her purposes; he had already departed Hunsford before my letter of announcement left Netherfield. And he began imposing on Elizabeth the second day he was here; the day he apparently sent an express to Lady Catherine."

Mr. Bennet's tension was becoming apparent, and he began to interrupt Darcy, who would not give up his point. "Wait, sir. I am not excusing her, but trying to make sense of it all... I do not think she will do anything further; still the best course of action is for me to write Lord Sherwood and enclose her letter, if you will allow it. He will know best how to control his sister." Darcy squeezed Elizabeth's hand again, but this time in a softer, reassuring gesture.

"Will that not take days, Fitzwilliam? Did not the colonel say he was in Bath?" Elizabeth asked quietly.

"He was, but they returned to town this week. The letter I received this morning came from his house in London." Darcy glanced at his watch, and noticing it was but 11:30 suggested, "If I were to send my note quickly, it is possible we could have a response this night." He turned to Mr. Bennet. "Would you approve this plan, sir? Could you spare a servant to Netherfield to fetch my courier?"

Mr. Bennet rose to ring for a servant. "To ease my Lizzy's peace of mind, I will gladly send one."

Darcy found a clear spot of desk and situated himself. A moment later, Elizabeth placed as sheaf of paper and his quill before him. He could not restrain a small smile, in spite of the anxious morning.

Elizabeth returned to her books as Darcy sent off a note to his man at Netherfield and started writing a letter to his uncle. Every so often, she would stop to observe her fiancé as he wrote so industriously. She was watching him intently when he startled her by speaking. "Mr. Bennet, may I enclose this letter, sir?"

Mr. Bennet promptly agreed to the request, and the missive was ready before a knock announced the arrival of Darcy's servant.

Elizabeth soon put the ledgers away, and Darcy suggested a walk in the garden before lunch. Bingley and Jane joined them, but once they passed the wall of the pleasure garden, the couples separated.

Elizabeth pouted, "Jane and Mr. Bingley are terrible chaperones. They have abandoned us."

Darcy laughed as he pulled Elizabeth into a little nook. "I believe the same could be said about us, my love." He immediately claimed her lips.

After a few minutes, they separated. Once she could control her breathing, she looked at the two dogs lying across the path, in the sun. "You two are no better."

Darcy pulled her closer, and reached up to play with the mischievous curl at her hairline. "I should ask your cook for a couple of bones." He kissed Elizabeth's lips lightly, then looked into her eyes. "Are you well, dearest?"

"I am fine." She smiled up at him for a moment, until a glimmer of sadness appeared in her eyes. "I must apologize for my behaviour this morning." She looked down, but rested her head against him.

"Apologize?"

"I am so embarrassed. It is just... so much has happened... Mr. Collins and Mr. Wickham... Miss Bingley... Even though I know better... knew you were mine... The way you and my father reacted to the letter... When I read it, I was just so afraid this was one thing too many. I was afraid of losing you."

Darcy lifted her face and gave her a quick kiss. "You shall not be rid of me so easily, Elizabeth Bennet." As he bent to kiss her again, they heard a loud, shrill, "Jane! Lizzy!" It was time to return for lunch, but the couple was not inclined to return until they had completed their kiss.

During the meal, Mrs. Bennet suggested that Elizabeth and Jane should call on Charlotte that afternoon, if the gentlemen did not mind, as Charlotte had tried to call the previous morning, but for all the activity.

The young couples decided to walk to Lucas Lodge, and Kitty chose to accompany them, as she wished to visit Maria. Mr. Bingley's carriage was driving up the road towards them, but stopped when it reached the group. Mrs. Hurst and Georgiana emerged.

They had been on their way to call at Longbourn, but here were the people they intended to visit. They chatted for a few minutes on the roadside before Louisa decided she should continue on her way and pay her call on Mrs. Bennet while Georgiana joined the others.

As they resumed their walk, Kitty, being much calmer outside Lydia's presence, made an effort to speak to Georgiana, though she did not make much progress at first.

As they approached Lucas Lodge, Charlotte and Maria emerged to join their friends. The group rearranged themselves as the two men watched the two groups of women. Darcy was pleased to notice that quiet Maria Lucas seemed to draw out Georgiana more than usual, so he had only to sit back and observe the ladies until the air started to cool and they said their goodbyes to the Lucases before returning to Longbourn.

Bringing only three bolts of fabric, one basket of adornments and the drawings of dresses that would be appropriate for Mrs. Collins, Mrs. Ashley met with Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth and Lydia in Mrs. Bennet's parlour. Elizabeth and Mrs. Ashley were very firm, and would not give in to Lydia's whining and complaints. Lydia finally agreed to Elizabeth's offer, and eventually selected two morning dresses and an evening gown.

Elizabeth was surprised upon her entrance to the drawing-room to see Kitty conversing quietly with Darcy and Georgiana. She joined them, and thus they sat until dinner.

Their guests stayed later than usual that evening. No one seemed to take note, except those waiting, hoping for a letter from Lord Sherwood. The sky grew dark, and Mr. Bennet, Darcy and Elizabeth strove to remain engaged with the others, and not let on to where their thoughts often wandered.

Darcy was almost resigned to calling for his carriage, when Mrs. Hill announced that his courier had arrived. He went to thank the boy and collect his missive, silently agreeing to meet Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth in the study.

When Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth entered, Darcy was sitting in a chair by the desk, reading his letter. Mr. Bennet poured two glasses of brandy and a glass of sherry before taking his seat.

"My uncle says he shall go out to Rosings on Saturday, but he is not concerned." Darcy handed the letter to Elizabeth.

Fitzwilliam-

You must imagine my astonishment upon arriving home this afternoon to find your urgent letter and your boy awaiting a response. Once I realized your missive pertained to my sister, I wondered why you had gone to the trouble.

I do agree that the enclosed letter to her clergyman is worrisome; I have not seen her trying to exert such authority in a very long time. With Anne's health, you know she has resigned herself to issuing decrees to the people of Hunsford and Rosings, and her influence does not extend beyond there. She has not even left Kent since I took her and Anne to Pemberley after your father's passing. I cannot imagine her making any more of an effort than she already has.

No matter how much she wishes to see you marry your cousin, she must know that Anne's health would never allow it, and that her hopes are in vain.

You remind me so much of your father at times like these; always serious and determined, especially when it has to do with the welfare and happiness of your family. As such, I know you will not rest until I concede to your wishes. Although I assure you it is unnecessary, I will go to Rosings on Saturday morning and talk to Catherine. On the off chance I do find anything amiss, I shall send a courier directly from Rosings.

I shall also add that I was fortunate to see Geoffrey yesterday for a short while before he returned to Weymouth. He could not praise your Miss Bennet enough, and he was anxious to tell me how quickly Georgiana attached herself to her.

Tell your young lady not to worry; all will be well. I look forward to meeting Miss Bennet; she must be very special to garner such a devoted following.

Regards,
Uncle Robert

Relief was evident in Elizabeth's small grin. "I take it the colonel is much like his father." She handed the letter to Darcy, who passed it to Mr. Bennet.

Darcy smiled. "Very much so. Do you feel better now, Elizabeth?"

"Better indeed..." She met his eyes. "I would still prefer a clearer understanding; but the reassurance helps."

"I agree. Let us hope we do not hear from Lord Sherwood until next week." Darcy raised his glass, a motion mimicked by the others.

Mr. Bennet passed the letter back to Darcy, and a few minutes later, the group returned to the others in the drawing room. They all enjoyed a peaceful twenty minutes until they were advised that Darcy's carriage was ready.

As Darcy was about to step outside, he recalled he had left the letter from his uncle on Mr. Bennet's desk, so Elizabeth escorted him back to the study. Once he had retrieved it and said his goodnights to Mr. Bennet again, he found himself alone in the hall with Elizabeth. It seemed a perfect opportunity to quickly say their farewells.

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