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Chapter 21

Posted on Monday, 9 June 2008

"Good morning, my Lizzy." welcomed Mr. Bennet as Elizabeth and Sirius entered the library.

"Good morning, Papa." she replied warmly.

She set down her tray of tea and muffins and settled in. "Did you sleep well?" her father asked.

"I did. I think I was asleep before my head touched the pillow."

They sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping their tea and feeding bits of muffin to Sirius.

Mr. Bennet finally inquired, "So, your Mrs. Ashley goes to London today?"

"Yes, Papa." she answered. "Jane, Lydia and I are going into Meryton with her this morning to see Mrs. Massey about Lydia's dresses and to make a few purchases; then she and Elle will leave after lunch."

"And what will Mr. Darcy be doing with all his free time today?" he teased.

"We will meet Mr. Darcy, along with Georgiana and Mr. Bingley, while we are in Meryton; and when our errands are done, they will return with us." She smiled, knowing how carefully she had planned.

After the surprises the last two days, everyone was pleased that this outing did go according to plan. Arrangements were made for Lydia's dresses, and several purchases were made. On occasion, even Georgiana and Jane made suggestions; and more surprising, Lydia seemed to listen.

Mrs. Ashley again watched closely as her trunks were removed and loaded on the Darcy coach that had brought her from Derbyshire. Once she was convinced that everything was properly secured, she and Elle were on their way to the Darcy townhouse in London.

At Longbourn, the afternoon was filled with long walks, conversation music and other typical distractions of young friends and lovers. No one was surprised that the Darcys and Bingley stayed to dinner and did not leave until late in the evening. As they departed, Bingley issued an invitation for Jane and Elizabeth to spend as much of Saturday at Netherfield as they wished, and another inviting the rest of the Bennets to supper.

The blue skies that welcomed Saturday did not last the morning. Grey clouds rolled in, trying to cast their hue upon the moods of everyone in Hertfordshire.

They had no chance of prevailing over Jane and Mr. Bingley. Especially since their engagement, he was far too happy to succumb.

While the residents and guests at Netherfield that afternoon only noticed a couple of short, light showers, Darcy and Elizabeth were very aware of the dense, dark clouds to the southeast.

Both were far too logical to believe in omens, but knowing that Lord Sherwood had intended his trip to Rosings, the dark clouds were cause for concern. Even as Darcy assured Elizabeth and himself that it was merely twenty miles of good road, their minds did not find respite.

The couple kept themselves occupied with the others, and occasionally alone, maintaining their spirits and keeping their minds engaged.

At one point in the afternoon, while Elizabeth was turning music pages for Georgiana, she was surprised by Milton, slipper in mouth, nudging her arm. When she moved, he laid his head in her lap.

Darcy had been watching the dog's approach, and was inclined to laugh, until his eyes met Elizabeth's. She smiled, on the verge of laughter, but somehow, it caused him to flush. He really needed to find a new prize for his dog.

The rest of the Bennets arrived, and everyone settled in for a big family dinner. Louisa had managed her hostess duties well, and arranged everyone so that conversation flowed easily; perhaps in part because Lydia and Mrs. Bennet were at one end of the table while Elizabeth, Darcy and Georgiana were at the other.

The gentlemen and ladies separated for a short while after the meal, and Lady Pamela was brought to join the women. She was much admired by Mrs. Bennet, Kitty and Lydia; and while the dog thrived on the attention, her mistress withdrew. Elizabeth took her hand, but was still considering what to say when Kitty approached them. "Lady Pamela is very sweet, Miss Darcy." she said quietly as she sat on the sofa beside Georgiana.

By the time the men entered, Kitty and Georgiana were engrossed in a quiet conversation as Lady Pamela slept on the sofa between them.

Darcy and Mr. Bennet joined Elizabeth, and while none admitted it, Lord Sherwood and Lady Catherine were never far from their minds. No word had been received before the Bennets' departure, but Darcy managed to pull Elizabeth aside as they departed, and promised that if he received any word, he would dispatch the news to Longbourn. He then carefully kissed her temple and returned her to the departing party before assisting her into the carriage.

The sky was still grey as Sunday dawned. Elizabeth eagerly dressed and went down to her father. She was pretty sure that if news had been sent from Netherfield, she would have known it by now, but she still could not breathe easy until she was assured no word had arrived from Lord Sherwood or Mr. Darcy. Once her father had confirmed it, she relaxed and enjoyed their early tea.

The Darcys, Hursts and Mr. Bingley arrived at Longbourn shortly before the Bennets planned to depart for services. As it was warm enough, and the paths were dry, the large party walked to the church. Everyone was greeted warmly, and Mrs. Bennet soaked up the attention. She had two daughters to be married within a month, and the banns would be read for both of them today.

During the second lesson, Elizabeth could not help thinking that although it was only the second time she had done so, it felt right sitting next to Fitzwilliam as they listened.

A few minutes later, however, her attention was fully drawn from Pastor Johnson by the sound of barking. Barking? Sirius never barks... And the only time I heard Milton was that day in Meryton... Wickham?

Elizabeth looked up and caught Darcy's questioning eye.

The barking stopped as abruptly as it started. Neither Darcy nor Elizabeth relaxed. Something was wrong.

They tried to return their attention to the pastor as he finished the lesson, and both sat fully alert as he began the announcements.

"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..."

"There can be no such marriage!" Everyone turned to where the unfamiliar voice rang from the back of the church. "I do not know how this Elizabeth Bennet could aspire to such a match; but Darcy is engaged..."

"Lady Catherine!" Darcy bellowed. He was now standing, holding Elizabeth's hand as she turned, but remained seated at his side. "You have no business here; you will not insult Miss Bennet, and I have never been engaged to my cousin!"

He turned to the front. "I apologize, Pastor Johnson... everyone. I will speak with..." He turned to glare at the woman, continuing coldly, "my aunt... outside."

Darcy raised Elizabeth's hand and quickly grazed it with his lips as she gazed up at him with defiance and certainty. "I am sorry, my love. I shall remedy this problem immediately." He then walked toward the back of the church and took Lady Catherine's arm, leading her outside, not allowing for any resistance.

When Elizabeth heard the door close firmly, she turned back towards the front, and noticed a very small Georgiana at her side. Elizabeth pulled her close and wrapped her arm around the girl. "Fitzwilliam will take care of her, Georgiana. Have faith."

Elizabeth could feel the girl sobbing. "I am so sorry, Elizabeth."

"Shh Georgiana. Your brother will make it all right." Then with one arm around her soon-to-be sister and both of Georgiana's hands in her other hand, Elizabeth sat tall and straight and returned her attention to the pastor.

"...Lydia Eileen 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."

Elizabeth could vaguely make out her mother's murmuring and moaning, but also perceived Jane's soothing voice, so she maintained her stature and focus.

Georgiana calmed as the service went on, but Elizabeth did not move until they rose for the Benediction. Still, she held the younger girl, trying to give her strength and comfort.

As soon as the pastor finished, Elizabeth turned and kissed Georgiana lightly on the cheek, whispering, "Stay with Kitty. I must go to your brother."

Looking up with wide eyes, Georgiana nodded. She hugged Elizabeth and tried to stand taller, and when Elizabeth released her, she nodded and forced a look of resolve before she took Kitty's offered hands and sat down next to her.

Elizabeth then turned to walk out, but her father stood at the end of the pew, blocking her exit. "I must go to Fitzwilliam, Father." She said with determination.

"I cannot let you go, Elizabeth."

"You must, Papa. I need to be there with him." She tried to stand taller and assert herself more. "I need to face the dragon." Elizabeth would not give in.

"I will go with you then." He looked over his family, then turned to Jane's betrothed. "Bingley, please keep everyone here. If we do not return within ten minutes, leave by the side door and take my family home."

"Gladly, sir." The young man replied.

Mr. Bennet then took Elizabeth's arm and allowed her to lead him to the rear of the church. When they exited the building, they were immediately met by Sirius and Milton. They could see Darcy and the woman standing under a tree some distance away. Both looked tense and unyielding.

"Let me go, Papa. This is something I must do." He was not entirely sure why he did so, but he did release her arm. She began walking towards Darcy, and Mr. Bennet trailed slowly behind, allowing her the distance she apparently needed.

Lady Catherine saw Elizabeth first as she approached, a dog close at either side. Turning from Darcy, she stepped towards the girl. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet, I presume." she said icily. "You can be at no loss to understand the reason of my journey hither. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I come."

Darcy moved to Elizabeth's side as she stood proud, unaffected, replying. "It is neither my heart, nor my conscience, madam, but I know why you are here.

"Miss Bennet," replied her ladyship, in an angry tone, "you ought to know that I am not to be trifled with. But, however insincere you may choose to be, you shall not find me so. My character has ever been celebrated for its sincerity and frankness, and in a cause of such moment as this I shall certainly not depart from it. I know from Darcy's letter, as well as from Mr. Collins, that you believe yourself engaged to my nephew. As Mr. Collins failed in his office, I resolved on setting off for this place, that I might make my sentiments known to you."

Darcy started to speak, but Elizabeth cut him off. "Your sentiments have been quite clear for days. Lord Sherwood even now has proof of it."

"This is not to be borne! Miss Bennet, I insist on being satisfied. It is clear my nephew has made you an offer of marriage; but your arts and allurements may, in a moment of infatuation, have made him forget what he owes to himself and to all his family."

"Mr. Darcy is always concerned with his responsibility to his family."

"It ought to be so, but it is obvious he has lost the use of his reason; so let me be rightly understood. This match, to which you have the presumption to aspire, can never take place. No, never. Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now, what have you to say?"

"I say that Mr. Darcy is an honourable man, and if he was engaged to Miss De Bourgh, he never would have made an offer to me."

Lady Catherine hesitated for a moment, and then replied --

"The engagement between them is of a peculiar kind. From their infancy they have been intended for each other. It was the favourite wish of his mother, as well as of hers. While in their cradles, we planned the union: and now, at the moment when the wishes of both sisters would be accomplished in their marriage, to be prevented by a young woman of inferior birth, of no importance in the world..."

"Lady Catherine!" interjected Darcy. "My mother never expressed such wishes to me, nor did my father. Anne and I have never been more than friends and cousins; and you know as well as I that she has not the strength or ability to be the proper Mistress of Rosings, let alone Pemberley. And would you have your daughter risk what health she has trying to bear an heir?

The older woman began stuttering at the accusation. Darcy did not allow a response though.

"As well, Lady Catherine, Miss Bennet is not inferior by birth; she is a gentleman's daughter."

"True. She is a gentleman's daughter. But who was her mother? Who are her uncles and aunts? Do not imagine me ignorant of their condition."

"Whatever my connexions may be," said Elizabeth, "if your nephew does not object to them, they can be nothing to you."

"Perhaps he does not see it as you have ensnared him with your wiles. You must see that if you marry, you will be censured, slighted, and despised by every one connected with him. Your alliance will be a disgrace."

"These are heavy misfortunes," replied Elizabeth. "But the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine." Unable to resist, she looked coyly up into Darcy's eyes.

"You will not change our sentiments, or our plans, Lady Catherine." added Darcy. "There is no impediment to our marriage; not only do we have Mr. Bennet's approval and blessing, but Lord Sherwood's as well. I have two letters from him this past week clearly stating as much. We have had enough!"

All three turned when they heard a horse quickly approaching them. As a muddy boy of about fourteen dismounted, Lady Catherine screeched, "Why are you here, boy! You should be at Rosings!"

The boy bowed deeply. "Lord Sherwood sent me, ma'am. I am to deliver a letter to Mr. Darcy."

"Lord Sherwood was at Rosings?" she inquired in disbelief.

"Yes, ma'am. Yesterday afternoon."

"You have a letter for me?" Darcy sought the boy's attention.

"Yes, sir." He turned to extract the missive from his saddlebag. "I should have made it last night, but my horse was lamed, and we had to walk slowly several miles in the rain and mud to the next town. I am very sorry, sir."

"I understand. Cool your horse and rest a bit. I may need your services in a few minutes."

"Yes, sir." The boy then walked his horse away from the group.

Elizabeth and Lady Catherine watched in silence as Darcy began reading. A moment later, he handed a missive that had been included to Lady Catherine, who took it and opened it eagerly.

Darcy stepped over so he was standing next to Elizabeth as he continued reading. When he was done, he handed her the letter, maintaining his close proximity and watching her expressions as she read.

30 November 1811

Fitzwilliam --

I am sorry to inform you that Lady Catherine is not here. She left with Anne this morning in a rage. I can only expect she is on her way to you.

I was much delayed by severe rainstorms, and did not arrive until late afternoon. There is no chance I will be able to reach you before she does, but I hope this letter will.

I have enclosed a note for my sister. If she arrives, give it to her immediately. For your information, it tells her to desist and reminds her that I am also Anne's guardian and the trustee of Anne's estate for another four years; as well as the fact that she is not in line to inherit. It should be enough.

Otherwise, be firm and stand united. Catherine only thinks herself supreme.

I wish you well, nephew. I will spend tonight here as it still rains and dusk approaches. Send any replies to the house in town. I shall risk the censure of the Church to return in the morning.

Regards,
Uncle Robert

Elizabeth looked up just as Lady Catherine finished reading her missive. "I shall leave you now, Darcy." the older woman stated resignedly. "I must return to Anne, she is not well."

"Lord Sherwood stated that you have brought Anne; yet she is not here. Where have you left my cousin, madam?" Darcy's voice grew colder.

"We stayed last night at the Red Lion Inn in Tring. I had meant to speak with you before church this morning, but she was too weak. She is there with Mrs. Jenkinson... I must go back to Anne now." Lady Catherine spoke absently.

"Then you shall go to her." Darcy said. "However, you will wait for me, madam. I must speak to my fiancée, but I shall escort you and see how my cousin fares." He then took Elizabeth's hand and led her away. They had not gone far before he inquired, "Georgiana?"

They kept walking, but Elizabeth looked up and captured his gaze. "She was quite shaken at first, but I assured her that all would be well. She was much calmer when I left her with Kitty; and I shall check on her promptly when I return to Longbourn."

"Thank you, Elizabeth. I must... Anne should not have travelled so far, especially with the rain yesterday... I must see her, Elizabeth." he said quietly, but with conviction. The earnest look in his eyes told her there was no cause for concern.

She squeezed his hand. "Go then. Do you think you shall be back this evening?"

"I will hope for earlier, but be assured, Elizabeth, I shall not retire tonight without seeing you one more time..." Darcy smiled as he looked into her eyes. He would ride the boy's horse to Tring and back, while his coach conveyed the boy to Netherfield to deliver a note of instruction to Darcy's man.

Lady Catherine had already been seated in her carriage when Darcy was ready, so he kissed Elizabeth's hand, mounted the horse, and was swiftly on his way.

Chapter 22

Posted on Monday, 16 June 2008

Mr. Bennet offered his arm to Elizabeth, and they walked back to the church. As they had hoped, everyone but Pastor Johnson was gone. Mr. Bennet invited him to lunch at Longbourn, and they were soon on their way.

Elizabeth was quick to apologize for Lady Catherine's interruption of the service, informing him of the details she felt relevant. He was shocked, but no less so than when the woman had interrupted his service.

When they reached Longbourn, it was apparent that Mrs. Bennet had seen their approaching the house, as her voice suddenly rang out. They could not make out her complaints until they entered though. "Where ever is Mr. Darcy! Oh, Lizzy, what did you do? Tell me Mr. Darcy has not left! Oh, Mr. Bennet, what ever shall we do?"

"Mama, it is all right." Elizabeth replied calmly. "Mr. Darcy did leave with his aunt; but only to check on his cousin, who is ill." She tried to soothe her mother.

"He left with her? How could you, Lizzy? You let Mr. Darcy get away. We will be ruined!"

"Mama, stop this." Elizabeth's voice was stern. While Mr. Bennet disappeared, leading Pastor Johnson to his study, Elizabeth gently led her mother into the front parlour. "Let me get you some tea. Mr. Darcy shall return this evening. He has assured me, Mama."

To her relief, it appeared her sisters had removed any guests from the immediate vicinity. Elizabeth found herself committed to the task of soothing her mother, and with some time, tea and effort, Mrs. Bennet no longer screeched and gesticulated, but merely sat down, stood up, paced and muttered.

Lunch was rather late for a Sunday. No one was surprised that Lydia was the loudest in the party, though her contribution mostly consisted of grunts and hrmphs, since Mrs. Bennet was too preoccupied with Lizzy's loss to concern herself with Lydia; and Kitty was engaged in a quiet conversation with Georgiana.

Afterwards, Elizabeth convinced her mother to rest, allowing her some freedom, and the opportunity to visit with Georgiana and the Hursts while Jane and Bingley disappeared into the study with Mr. Bennet and Pastor Johnson.

Elizabeth saw Darcy enter the gates just as dusk fell. She quickly excused herself and tiptoed to the front door, glad she had passed no servants. Quickly grabbing her pelisse, she slipped outside.

Darcy was very pleased to see Elizabeth exit the house, and he dismounted quickly, meeting her at the bottom of the stairs and pulling her into his arms.

Their embrace ended quickly though, as both knew they were in full view of the house. They walked arm in arm as Darcy led his horse toward the stable.

"How is Georgiana?" Darcy asked with great concern.

Elizabeth gave his arm a squeeze and looked up. "She is fine. I spent a good part of the afternoon with her, Kitty and Mrs. Hurst. She does not seem distressed, and she has not drawn back into herself again either."

He sighed. "That is a relief."

They slowly walked on in silence, and once he had handed off the horse to a groom, they turned back towards the house. Before they reached the door, Darcy suddenly asked, "Do you mind staying outside for a few more minutes? We need to talk."

Elizabeth studied his eyes for a moment, then led him to a bench near the kitchen door, where they were unlikely to be seen or overheard. They sat, and he took both of her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"How are you, my love?" he asked as his thumbs traced her palms. "I am so sorry about Lady Catherine, Elizabeth." Concern was etched in his voice.

She smiled up at Darcy. "I am perfectly well. My mother was rather distressed for a while, but she has calmed..." Elizabeth sighed before she reached up and touched his cheek. "Lady Catherine did not upset me. I have learned and grown much this week; I had only to meet your eyes, and I knew all would be fine."

Darcy could only respond by pulling her into his arms and seeking her lips. Once they were again assured of their... lack of distress... Darcy sat back and again sought Elizabeth's hands.

"I was thinking... wondering if you thought I should delay my trip into town."

Elizabeth tipped her head. "Your trip has been planned for some time; I thought you had appointments to keep."

"It would be inconvenient, but I will delay them if you wish me here... So much has happened in recent days; I must think of you first."

Elizabeth grinned. "You are always so thoughtful, Fitzwilliam; but I shall be fine. Attend to your business; then hurry back to me."

"I promise I shall." He smiled in return and kissed her hand. "I also wanted to talk to you about Anne." Elizabeth nodded and he continued. "The travelling was very rough on her, and I think she and Lady Catherine will be stuck in Tring for several days... She does claim to feel well enough for visitors though. With such a slight distance to travel, I have promised her I would take Georgiana to see her tomorrow, which can easily be done before our departure for town."

"It is sad to think her mother is so obsessed with us that she would do this to her own daughter. I am glad to hear she fares well enough for visitors. Georgiana will be pleased." Elizabeth replied.

Darcy squeezed her hand a little. "Anne also begged me to convince you to go too. It seemed all she wanted to do today was ask me to tell her all about us... about you. She is quite eager to meet you."

"I would be willing, but would not Lady Catherine object?" She tilted her head as she awaited his answer.

"I sent a letter to my uncle before I returned, informing him of all that had transpired today. She knows exactly what I have told him, and I have told her that because of how she upset Georgiana today, I will not allow her presence during her visit tomorrow. I will brook no opposition."

Elizabeth thought for a moment. "I shall still have to ask Papa; but if Miss De Bourgh is truly well enough, I would be happy to meet her."

"Thank you, my dear." He said as he reached up and ran a finger along her hairline before he leaned in and kissed her.

A short while later they rejoined the others inside. Mrs. Bennet was effusive with her praise and was ever grateful for Mr. Darcy's return. Georgiana was pleased to learn of the plans to visit Anne, especially when she learned that Elizabeth was likely to accompany them.

After dinner, as Mr. Bingley was quite content to remain at Jane's side, Mr. Bennet asked Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy to join him in his study. Amongst other issues, Darcy mentioned the visit to Anne scheduled for the following morning. Mr. Bennet was uneasy at first, but Darcy told him of his warnings and terms; and his certainty that Lady Catherine would no longer impose upon them. He also assured Mr. Bennet that should she, or anyone, ever try to interfere with their relationship, Darcy and Elizabeth would stand united, much as they had that morning.

Plans were made for the morrow and the Netherfield party soon departed.

It was very slight, but Elizabeth had sensed a change in Jane. She was not happy. Once she was prepared for bed, Elizabeth tapped on her sister's chamber door.

When Jane bid her enter, Elizabeth sat next to her sister on the bed. "Despite Mr. Bingley's presence this evening, you have not seemed yourself. What is wrong, Jane?"

Elizabeth could see tears welling in her eyes as Jane looked at her. "We set our wedding date today."

"Should that not be happy news?"

"Yes... but... it is not until after Easter; the second of April. Charles does not have to depart for an estate two days away; and with Lydia's rushed wedding... Papa will not let us marry until the dust has settled."

Elizabeth hugged her sister. "With all of the preparations, you will be amazed how quickly it goes."

Jane tried to force a smile. "Mama is pleased that she will have more time to help with the arrangements." Jane actually did smile now, unable to resist teasing her sister. "Oh, how her nerves suffer with two weddings less than a week apart!"

Her humour did not last though; but Jane soon relaxed with her sister's comfort, and they were soon asleep.

Mr. Bennet was standing by the window when Elizabeth entered his study Monday morning.

"Good morning, Lizzy." he said without turning.

"Good morning, Papa." she said as Sirius went to nudge his hand.

He patted Sirius' head, but still did not turn. "Are you well, Papa?" Elizabeth inquired.

Finally turning and moving to his chair, he replied, "I am fine. I was just thinking about you and Mr. Darcy and your confrontation with his aunt."

"Yes, Papa?"

"You have done very well for yourself, Lizzy. I like him; and I could not have parted with you to any one less worthy."

Bingley, Darcy and Georgiana arrived just before breakfast and ate with the family. Immediately after, Darcy, Elizabeth and Georgiana set off on the short trip to Tring.

"I must warn you in advance, Elizabeth." said Darcy. "Meeting my cousin will probably be surprising to you... Her spirits are unusually good, but she does have the appearance of someone who has suffered all her life. With this strain of travel in the wet and cold, she is very weak and tires easily."

Elizabeth nodded. "I understand; it is to be expected."

He continued, "You will see, however, she is not... ordinary... I suppose you can say she is a bit of a rebel. She is good, and perfect and quiet under her mother's watch, but tends to throw propriety to the wind when Lady Catherine's back is turned. She is likely to think of you and address you as family, even without having met you before."

As they entered the inn, they were met by a young woman, apparently Miss De Bourgh's maid. As she led them up the stairs, she said, "Miss De Bourgh has been eager for your arrival. She wanted you to know that Lady Catherine retired to her room when she saw your coach arrive." She then opened a door. "Mr. Darcy is here, Miss De Bourgh."

A small voice said, "Thank you, Jessica." and the maid departed.

To Elizabeth's surprise, Georgiana was the first to enter the room. "Anne!" she greeted. When Elizabeth came through the door, Georgiana was already hugging the frail woman on the chaise.

"Georgiana... I would not have... recognized you... So lovely... So grown up." As Georgiana sat in the chair next to the chaise, the tiny woman looked up. "And this must be... Elizabeth." A warm smile spread across her thin face.

"Yes, Anne," answered Darcy. "This is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, my cousin, Anne."

Anne smiled and patted her chaise. "Come sit here and talk... to me... Elizabeth... I see Darcy told you... I care not... for formalities."

Elizabeth looked at Darcy, then went and sat beside Anne. There was plenty of room; the chaise was large, and Anne seemed to take up very little of it. Once she was seated, Anne took her hand. "Fitzwilliam told me so much... about you yesterday."

When Elizabeth looked up at Darcy, Anne explained, "I like to listen... please tell me... about yourself, Elizabeth."

Darcy sat next to his sister as Elizabeth began to speak; telling stories of herself and her family, and Sirius, of course. Darcy and Georgiana interjected some while Anne was an attentive audience. Elizabeth was only interrupted briefly when the maid brought tea and adjusted Anne's pillows so she could partake of it.

Anne listened with rapt attention. She would close her eyes sometimes, but the curve of her lips and her occasional pats on Elizabeth's hand showed she was still listening. After nearly an hour, Anne removed her hand to cover a yawn.

She looked at her guests and smiled weakly. "Forgive me... please... I am so tired... Thank you, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled. "The pleasure has been mine... Anne."

Taking Elizabeth's hand again and squeezing it, Anne said, "I am sorry... for my mother..."

"Do not worry yourself about it. She could not hurt me. And while I am displeased at how your trip affected you, I am very pleased for the opportunity to meet you."

Elizabeth was rather surprised when Anne pushed herself up so that she sat straight. "I love Fitzwilliam... Elizabeth... like a brother... He has not been so content... in years." She smiled.

Elizabeth looked at Darcy, then she squeezed Anne's hand and leaned closer before she whispered, "I shall do my best to make him happy."

The group took their leave and were soon back in their coach. Their silence was broken by Georgiana's quiet voice, "I did not expect her to look so frail. Will she recover, Fitzwilliam?"

"I hope so, Georgiana. More than anything else, I believe she is just weak and weary." Darcy turned to Elizabeth. "While Anne has never had a strong constitution, at Rosings she is usually well enough to attend company and to go for short walks. She particularly likes going out in her phaeton."

Georgiana giggled. "That she does, but if you should have the fortune of meeting my cousin on the road, give her plenty of room."

The trio chatted quietly as they travelled, but as they neared Meryton, they gradually grew quieter. When they arrived at Longbourn, Georgiana chose to stay in the coach while Darcy escorted Elizabeth in the front door.

Mrs. Hill took Elizabeth's pelisse and bonnet and once they were hung up and she found that Mr. Darcy was there but a minute and did not need her assistance, she gave Elizabeth a motherly warning look and returned to her other duties. Left to themselves, they engaged in a warm farewell, knowing it would be days until they saw each other again.

Chapter 23

Posted on Monday, 23 June 2008

2 December 1811

Dearest Elizabeth-

How well that sounds! I realize now that it hardly seems right, this is the first I have written to you.

We arrived safely at the townhouse just after darkness fell. Gladly, we made the lights of town by dusk. The journey would be considered uneventful, but for my sister's near constant talk of you and her other new Hertfordshire friends. You have all had such an effect on her.

It seems strange returning to this house right now. Though I have known it my whole life, I am seeing it with new eyes; and I am eager to show it all to you. Some rooms are in desperate need of updating, and others I am sure you will love as they are. I walked from room to room tonight, wondering at your opinions.

As I think of how you will see this house, I long to show you Pemberley. It is so much more than a large manor house; it is a wonderful home with many memories; and the potential for so many more. I love it dearly, though it has seemed empty in recent years. I cannot wait for us to go home after the holidays.

I am missing you already, my love; and shall do my best to complete my business expediently and return to you. As such, I should turn my attention to reviewing some contracts and documents before I retire.

My courier shall leave at first light to have this in your lovely hands as early as possible. Please send him back with your reply whenever you wish.

Yours,
Fitzwillliam

3 December 1811

Dearest Fitzwilliam-

I see your point; I rather like addressing you as Dearest Fitzwilliam. I am already used to your presence, and have missed you dearly today.

I am glad you were able to put off your departure yesterday as I was happy for the extra time with you, and the opportunity to meet Anne. I like her very much, and still cannot believe Lady Catherine dragged her to Hertfordshire! When you have news, please keep me informed of how she fares.

Mama was quick to take advantage of my lack of company last night, so I spent a good deal of time with her going over wedding details and making plans for Christmas. Though it seems most of the celebrations will be at Netherfield, there is still much to do here.

Amongst other things, I usually help Hill and Cook to make up the tenant baskets, and Jane and I deliver them. This will be the last time for us here; we will both be in our own homes next Christmas. Fortunately, Mary and Kitty seem to realize this, and are taking an interest. They may even help us deliver the baskets this year.

Perhaps those thoughts inspired me to make the most of my time during your absence by convincing Jane we were due to visit our tenant families this morning. As she will one day be mistress of this estate, we took along Lydia, who was not a resentful as I had expected. Do I even need to tell you Mr. Bingley accompanied us? All went very well and it was a good experience.

Weather permitting, Jane and I will accompany Mr. Bingley, and perhaps Mrs. Hurst, on visits to his Netherfield tenants tomorrow.

Observing Jane and Mr. Bingley's happiness today, only made me miss you more, but the occupation prevented my dwelling upon it.

I hope Milton and Lady Pamela enjoyed the trip. Give my love to Georgiana; and I shall dream of you until your return.

Yours,
Elizabeth

3 December 1811

My darling Elizabeth-

I apologize for not sending word of the dogs in my last missive. Milton was in high spirits from his run for about half an hour after our arrival. He slept the remainder of the evening and most of today. In contrast, Lady Pamela rested in complete comfort as we travelled, and has been her typical, mischievous self, only encouraged by her indulgent mistress.

I have had a busy day here, but I remind myself that the sooner I complete my business, the earlier I may return to you.

Mrs. Ashley wants you to know she has been visiting all of the most fashionable modistes, though I notice she seems to have a preference for the French ones. She tells me not to concern myself, and assures me that you will be quite pleased. Georgiana seconds that notion; especially after I allowed her to go out with Mrs. Ashley today. I believe my sister returned with as many parcels as Mrs. Ashley did!

We dined with our aunt and uncle this evening. They were amazed at the changes in my sister since they last saw her; and we both told them that most of the improvement has come on in the last ten days.

There is no news on Anne, other than that she is resting and her strength is improving. My uncle is going up to Tring with his physician tomorrow to see for himself; and to try and determine how soon she might be transported to his house in town.

I was pleased to see you have been busy. Activity at least occupies the mind, if not the heart. You and Miss Bennet are wise to take Bingley under your wings. Your sister will be the making of him; and his tenants will be blessed with such a mistress.

You remind me once again that Pemberley has been without a mistress for far too long. Mrs. Reynolds, our most wonderful housekeeper, does what she can for the tenants, as do I; it is not the same though. In the last few years, Georgiana and I have distributed our Christmas baskets, which will be done by the staff in our absence this year.

I never gave it much thought before I met you, but Pemberley has really needed you; and Pemberley will love you as much as I hope you love it.

I shall hold you in my dreams and count the hours until I can again hold you in my arms.

Fitzwilliam

4 December 1811

My Fitzwilliam-

It is good to hear all is going well in London. I pray that your business will swiftly come to a satisfactory conclusion.

As planned, Mr. Bingley, Jane and I visited the Netherfield tenants today. They were all very kind and seemed pleased with his display of interest in their lives. Mrs. Hurst was unable to join us, as she was feeling quite unwell; but must have improved as she and Mr. Hurst did join us for luncheon and a nice afternoon visit.

Oh! As I had walked to Netherfield this morning, Sirius was with me. During our visit this afternoon, he found one of Milton's toys, though I am at a loss as to why he would have left it stuffed behind a sofa cushion and pillow. Sirius eagerly sniffed around the sofa, making an absolute pest of himself, but once he found it, he lost interest, so it safely awaits the return of its proper owner.

I suppose I must conclude soon as I would not want your boy riding in the countryside after dark, even if the moon is still nearly full.

I am missing you dearly and send you all my love.

Elizabeth

4 December 1811

Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth-

Tell me we shall never be parted once we are married. I am missing you more than I anticipated, which is truly something, as I expected to miss you considerably. Fortunately, I have enough business to occupy my mind most of my waking hours. Come evening though, I eagerly await your missives.

It is a pleasure to read of the efforts you and your sister are taking with Bingley. He still has much to learn about estate management, and I have been happy to help my friend; but he will do well to learn from you, Miss Bennet and your father as well.

You may have noticed my boy brought a package for your father today. It is a draft of your settlement, and I believe he will be pleased.

I also recalled today that we need to select a maid for you. If you do not already have someone in mind from Longbourn, you will have to let me know if I should contact an agency; or perhaps you might consider Mrs. Ashley's niece, Eleanor. It was walking into my sister's room and seeing Eleanor showing Georgiana's maid how to do some hairstyle that reminded me.

Oh, and I do have good news. I briefly stopped in to see my Aunt Juliet this evening, and learned that my uncle remains in Tring. His physician believes that under his care, Anne can be safely removed to London, and they will do so tomorrow, or I suppose today as you are reading this.

I love you dearly, my Elizabeth, and now count the minutes until I can return to you.

Always,
Fitzwilliam

PS: Milton has no toys.

5 December 1811

My dear Fitzwilliam-

The days are progressively longer here without you; and my thoughts are so easily distracted. I have found that no matter how much I enjoy reading, and how often I have found comfort in the pages of a book, my mind simply cannot become engaged by written words... at least those not written in your hand.

I have surprised myself by finding solace at the pianoforte. Georgiana was kind enough to lend me some music, and I have been diligently practicing and expanding my repertoire.

I shall pray for Anne today, that she is indeed well enough to travel and that she is able to bear it well. Please send my regards when you are able to get word to her.

As to the selection of a maid, I do believe Eleanor would be an excellent choice. She was very helpful while she was here, and showed some promising ability. I liked her very much. Otherwise, I could only think of Sophie, who also serves my other sisters. I would not wish to take her from them, nor do I think she would want to leave the area.

I suppose it is too early to begin counting the seconds, so I shall count the minutes with you, longing for your presence once again.

Lovingly,
Elizabeth

PS: No toys? Well, it was some orange artefact I have seen in your dog's possession. Perhaps I should ask Mr. Bingley to retrieve it for you?

5 December 1811

My beloved Elizabeth-

I am pleased to say that my business is nearly completed. I have several appointments on the morrow and one on Saturday morning. I hope to reach Longbourn mid-afternoon, but definitely by dusk.

Georgiana sends her love, and is also eager to return, though she has not lacked for occupation while here. Aside from her shopping spree, she has seen her music master twice; and as my uncle was away, Aunt Juliet took her to Montagu House today.

You will also be pleased to know I have received word that Anne is now settled into my uncle's house. I intend to visit her tomorrow, doing my best to ignore her mother's presence. Apparently the physician ordered several blankets, rugs and hot bricks and administered a sedative so she would sleep most of the journey.

I miss you, my Elizabeth. Your warm smile and brilliant eyes fill my mind, and I long for your presence. I shall endeavour to think of my business, for its completion shall give me leave to return to you.

Longingly,
Fitzwilliam

PS: Whatever Sirius may have found in Bingley's home is likely there for a reason, and it is probably best not to tamper with it.

6 December 1811

My love-

How my heart aches for you; words cannot explain. Papa could not resist teasing me this morning about my lassitude. Even his accounts and figures were insufficient as a distraction. I was almost surprised that everything balanced in the end.

Though rather cool, it was nice today, so Sirius and I walked to Pitstone Hill. I recalled how I first met you there, for is that not where I truly first met you?

I remember my shock at seeing the saturnine Mr. Darcy playing with my dog; and I shall never forget the first time I saw your smile.

Do you ever wonder if everything between us would have progressed so well had we not met that day? Would I have only seen you in company; would you have continued to conceal your true self?

I suppose we shall never know, and I am grateful that events transpired as they did. We may someday laugh that our happiness began with a lost handkerchief.

I love you Fitzwilliam. Come back to me soon.

Always,
Elizabeth

Chapter 24

Posted on June 30, 2008

It was still dark when Elizabeth awoke. She tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was flooded with thoughts of him. He is coming back today! she sighed happily.

Realizing she would get no more sleep, she sat up and lit a candle. Her clock showed it was 5:35; the sun would be rising soon. She might as well get up.

Her room was very cold, so she pulled her quilt around her and rang for Sophie before settling into the window seat.

Staring off into the distance, her mind was completely engaged as the sky began to slowly brighten.

"Good morning, Miss Lizzy." Sophie entered the room and immediately turned her attention to the fire. Once it was blazing nicely, she laid a dress on the chair in front of it before slipping out practically unnoticed.

Elizabeth, hardly aware of the changes or activity, did not stir until the sun was fully above the horizon. She had spent nearly an hour daydreaming.

After dressing quickly, she let out Sirius and gathered her tea and muffins as usual.

When they entered the study, Mr. Bennet was rather taken aback by Elizabeth's musical, "Good morning, Papa."

"My goodness." he replied. "Where ever did this jovial Lizzy come from? My Lizzy has been sullen and quiet the last two days."

"Oh, Papa; I am so sorry. I have been missing Mr. Darcy so much."

Mr. Bennet smiled with a distant look in his eye. "I know, Lizzy. I was once young and in love myself."

Elizabeth looked at her father questioningly.

"You must know I love your mother, my dear. She was a beautiful girl; she is still a handsome woman; but time and her nerves have not been good to us." He sighed. "Of course, I think you shall find a better friend and companion through the years in Mr. Darcy; and perhaps having three daughters well settled may ease your mother's nerves in time."

"I do hope they shall; it would please me very much to see her happy."

Elizabeth retreated to the drawing-room promptly after breakfast and seated herself at the pianoforte. This was her only chance to escape her thoughts. Selecting a few pieces Georgiana had given her, she sat in front of the instrument and told herself to focus.

She began with a sonata by Cimarosa she had not yet tried, and forced herself to work her way through it.

When she had accomplished her feat, poorly but completed nonetheless, she moved on to Johann Sebastian Bach's Preludio I. All right, Elizabeth. Think. Breathe.

She began to play. This had to be her favourite amongst Georgiana's music. The deeper tones resonated and tried to soothe her anxious mind. Play the first two notes of each phrase with your left hand; articulation is allegro* and legato.

Still, she could not lose herself in the music; Elizabeth had to force herself to concentrate on the changes in tempo, and particularly the changes in volume that shifted with the intensity of each passage.

Now focus! This is where it shifts... piano, forte, piano, pianissimo. Getting the shifts right was important for the emotion of the piece.

Elizabeth finally felt the music take her over towards the end as she began the calando*, and when she reached the final chord, she held her hands above the keys as it faded away.

Suddenly her skin tingled all over. Her body reacted before her mind. Every nerve was alert. His lips. Her neck. "Fitzwilliam." she sighed.

She turned, and in a heartbeat, her lips found his.

They were not engaged thus but a minute, for Darcy, at least, was well aware that the door was open, and many persons were about. As he pulled away from her, he noticed the tears running down her cheek; everything else about her visage assured him they were tears of happiness.

"My Elizabeth." He took her hands. "How I have missed you."

"I know, my love... for I have missed you dearly." She could not help but bite her quivering, smiling lip. Darcy could not restrain his own smile at such an image.

While she had realized they were alone for only a few short minutes, it suddenly struck her that he should not have returned alone. "Georgiana?"

"She has chosen to stay in London; at my uncle's. I will tell you more in a few minutes. This seclusion will not last long."

As though in confirmation, it seemed but a moment before they were aware of footsteps in the hall and a tap at the doorframe. "Miss Lizzy," began Mrs. Hill. "Your father expects you and Mr. Darcy in the study."

"Thank you, Hill." she replied and stood, still holding Darcy's hand.

Mr. Bennet greeted them from his reading chair as they entered his study. "Well, son, you have chosen a fortunate time to return. My Lizzy and I are the only ones here; the rest of my family has gone into Meryton."

While he tried to overlook Mr. Bennet's hint, Darcy had to agree, he was fortunate. With the typical number of people inhabiting Longbourn, it was unlikely he and Elizabeth would have had their few minutes of privacy.

They sat down near Mr. Bennet, wishing they could be alone, or at least touch. Oh well, they just had to make the best of it.

"I take it your business in town was completed successfully?" Mr. Bennet inquired.

"Yes, sir." replied Darcy. "I should not have to return to London before the Season; and I will need to discuss with Elizabeth how much of it we intend to partake." He tried to school his features, but Elizabeth was nearly certain he would be quite happy avoiding the Season altogether. It would be expected of them though.

"I am certain we shall have plenty of opportunity for that." she smoothly changed the topic. "What you must tell me now is why Georgiana stayed in town."

He looked at her for a long moment. "I presume you have told your father about Anne?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, he knows that she and Lady Catherine are now at the earl's townhouse..."

Darcy smiled. "Well, Elizabeth, that is no longer the case. Anne remains, but Lady Catherine was expelled."

A confused expression crossed Elizabeth's face. "Why would the earl eject his own sister?"

"Apparently, she thought she could convince my Aunt Juliet to protest our marriage in support of her ambitions... Their argument apparently ended up loud enough that the servants alerted my uncle. Needless to say, Lady Catherine was removed within the hour, along with Mrs. Jenkinson."

Elizabeth bore a surprised expression. "I can scarce believe it."

"Indeed. When I called yesterday morning, my aunt relayed Anne's request that Georgiana stay with them as well, so they could spend more time together. She deliberated a little, as she did want to come back with me, but decided it would be a good opportunity for them to know each other better."

"And Anne? How does she fare?"

"She is, of course, confined to her apartments; but her colour is much improved. She appears to have more strength, and right now seems happy to be staying with my aunt and uncle."

"I am pleased to hear it. She has been put though so much this last week." she smiled sadly.

Shortly thereafter, they heard the commotion of the others returning and went to join them. They were not surprised to see Bingley amongst the Bennet women as they entered the drawing-room.

"Oh, Mr. Darcy!" exclaimed an eager Mrs. Bennet. "We are all so happy to have you back. You must tell us all about your trip to London!"

Darcy glanced at Elizabeth, who made no effort to hide her smirk. "There is not much to tell, ma'am. My time was mostly dedicated to business; and the rest I spent at home or visiting my family.

"I did acquire a few things while there." He added as he turned back toward the door and picked up the small leather satchel that sat beside it. Opening the bag, he began taking out packages and handing one to each lady. Mrs. Bennet received a box of fine chocolates, while each girl received monogrammed notepaper.

Elizabeth was admiring the fine paper and the beautifully scripted ‘ED' with a small bluebell beside it. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Lydia examining hers so closely, running her thumb over the monogram. I suppose it must have ‘LC' on it. This reaction from Lydia was shocking, Elizabeth had expected Lydia to insult or shun the gift.

"What flower is this, Mr. Darcy?" asked Lydia.

"Georgiana picked them; let me see for a moment." He walked over to her and looked. "It is called twinflower. It grows in Scotland mostly, though there is some in the most northern counties."

Lydia smiled up at him and said, "Thank you."

It was nearing lunch, and when Mr. Bennet entered the room, Darcy gave him a box of cigars. The party then moved to the dining-parlour.

Shortly after the meal, the two young couples claimed a desire for a walk, and quickly slipped out. Sirius and Milton had been napping together near the door, but were quick to greet and join their companions.

They started in the gardens, but once through, followed a path towards the creek, well within the sparse woods. Upon reaching the bridge, the couples separated and Elizabeth led Darcy to a small clearing with a large rock.

She sat upon it, commenting, "I love this place; I come here often in the summer to read."

"It is too bad you have lost interest in the activity then." he teased.

"I suppose we must find another way to occupy our time." It took little thought or imagination to decide upon something.

Some time later, Darcy pulled away from Elizabeth, knowing they had to stop. They sat silently for a few minutes just holding hands until Darcy reached into his pocket. "I have something to show you, Elizabeth."

She looked up to him with mild surprise. "What is it, Fitzwilliam?"

He opened a small book and removed a newspaper clipping, handing it to her. She took the small scrap and read.

Mr Alexander Bennet of Longbourn, Meryton,
Hertfordshire announces the wedding of his
daughter, Elizabeth to Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy
of Pemberley, Lambton, Derbyshire. It shall
take place on 23 December 1811.

Elizabeth smiled broadly and a tear escaped her eye.

"It appeared in both papers on Thursday. I almost included a clipping with the letter you received yesterday; but I wanted to show it to you myself." He wiped away her tear and gave her a light kiss. "My aunt has sent copies of the papers with me... along with a letter for you."

Elizabeth tipped her head in inquiry; a hint of challenge in her voice. "Your aunt sent me a letter; and this is the first you have mentioned it?"

Darcy's smile fell a little in embarrassment. "I also brought letters from Anne and Georgiana... I am a selfish being, Elizabeth. I have allowed my wish to spend every moment with you to keep them from you. Can you forgive me? If you wish, we can return to the house and I shall retrieve them post-haste."

"How can I not forgive you, Fitzwilliam; when my thoughts have been so similar?" Elizabeth reached up and kissed him. With a slightly more serious tone, she admonished, "Just make certain I get my letters before you leave tonight."

He agreed, and put away the clipping; and thus they relaxed, talked, skipped stones, played with the dogs... kissed some more...

Despite the chill of the early December air, it was nearly time for dinner when the couples returned to the house.

When the meal was completed, Mr. Bennet thought to invite the younger men for a brandy, but in the end decided to let the entire party retire to the drawing-room.

After some coffee and socializing with the entire group, Darcy convinced Elizabeth to play; and by offering to turn the pages, the couple was separated from the rest of the party.

During the first number, their arms accidentally brushed more than they should have, and Darcy had to resist playing with the little curl at her neck or brushing her cheek. He was completely distracted by her; she fought to maintain her focus and managed to limit her mistakes.

Once she finished her first piece, Darcy asked her to play the Bach prelude. "It is one of my favourites. I was not aware you knew it."

Elizabeth glanced up with a smile. "Georgiana gave it to me, along with a few other pieces I would not be surprised to learn you favour."

Elizabeth and Jane escorted their suitors to the door when it was time for them to depart. Darcy pulled Elizabeth into the front parlour, stealing a few kisses and giving her the promised letters and newspapers.

After the gentlemen departed, Elizabeth slipped up to her room to read her missives.

She read Georgiana's first, then Anne's. Both were much as expected, happy for the opportunity to spend time together; Georgiana would miss Elizabeth and her sisters as she had planned to return, and Anne looked forward to an opportunity to meet and visit Elizabeth's family.

Elizabeth held the letter from Lady Sherwood, turning it over, examining the seal, wondering at the contents. Finally, she laughed at herself for tarrying and opened the missive.

Dear Miss Bennet-

I must begin by apologizing for my sister's behaviour towards you and Fitzwilliam. Her sentiments are shared by no one, and her actions are an embarrassment to the family.

The rest of us, the earl and myself especially, are pleased for you two. I have heard nothing but near constant praise from my son and nieces, and Fitzwilliam nearly seems a different person. Oh, in essentials, I believe, he is very much what he ever was. He will always be serious and quiet, much like his father; but now he seems content, and he smiles more easily.

My husband and I look forward to meeting you ourselves, and shall be arriving at Mr. Bingley's home for your wedding and the holidays on Friday the twentieth.

Regards,
Lady Sherwood

PS: I have sent two of each Thursday Paper that contained your wedding announcement. I have pressed copies of mine still, and thought you might like to save yours. While Fitzwilliam is most thoughtful, I doubted he would think of this. JF

Realizing how the time had escaped her, she put away her letters with the intent of replying on the morrow.

*Dictionary of musical terms courtesy of pianobarb

Allegro -- cheerful or brisk; but commonly interpreted as lively, fast

legato -- joined; i.e., smoothly, in a connected manner (articulation)

piano or p-- gently; i.e., played or sung softly (dynamics)

forte or f -- strong; i.e., to be played or sung loudly

crescendo -- growing; i.e., progressively louder (contrast diminuendo)

pianissimo or pp-- very gently; i.e., perform very softly, even softer than piano.

decrescendo or decresc. -- same as diminuendo or dim. (see diminuendo, dim.)

diminuendo, dim. -- dwindling; i.e., with gradually decreasing volume (same as decrescendo)

calando -- falling away, or lowering; i.e., getting slower and quieter; ritardando along with diminuend

Chapter 25

Posted on July 7, 2008

"Good morning, my Lizzy." called out Mr. Bennet, laying down his newspaper as Elizabeth and Sirius entered his study with their morning tea.

"Good morning, Papa." She set down the tray and served his tea as Sirius settled in his place, already begging for muffins.

"I have been reading the most interesting news about the American president and the activities on Gibraltar and in Sicily." he responded in a wry voice.

"Oh, has there been more of that? Or are you still reading Thursday's Times¹, Papa?"

"I suppose you have found me out, my Lizzy." He laughed softly. "I take it you have seen it then?"

"Yes, Fitzwilliam showed me a clipping, and his aunt sent copies of the papers." She looked at her father, then gave Sirius a piece of muffin. "I was surprised at how it affected me; seeing it in print. Sometimes all this seems more like a dream; but I am so happy it is not." She noticed the sadness in her father's eyes, and her voice dropped. "I shall miss these mornings with you, Papa."

"We both will, my dear; but I always knew this would happen someday. Why do you think I am always trying to get Darcy to move in here?"

Elizabeth laughed, and they relaxed and enjoyed their tea until it was time to prepare for breakfast and church.

Darcy and Bingley arrived at Longbourn just after breakfast, ready to accompany their betrotheds to services.

Shortly after he entered, Bingley said, "I must apologize for my sister. She wished to attend with us, but was feeling unwell." He then turned to Jane and Elizabeth. "Truly, I am concerned. Given how seldom she excused Caroline or me from attending services, she must truly be ill."

As she was already wearing her gloves, Jane risked her mother's censure by taking his hand. "I am sure she shall be well."

The large group walked together to Longbourn Church and settled into their newly accustomed places. Gratefully, today there were no barking dogs and no interruptions. Darcy and Elizabeth's banns were read for the third and final time as the couple surreptitiously held hands and smiled at one another; they were now fully entitled to marry. Collins and Lydia's were read for the second time, and Elizabeth was surprised by her sister's glowing countenance during the reading. It made no sense to her, and when she allowed herself to imagine Mr. Collins reading his own banns in Hunsford, she had to bite her cheek hard to not laugh at the image in her mind.

Pastor Johnson and several of the other families joined the Bennets luncheon per the usual Sunday routine. Elizabeth made certain she and Darcy greeted everyone before taking advantage of the throng to slip out of the rooms.

Quickly donning his greatcoat and her pelisse, they escaped to the fresh air; Elizabeth knew that there would be little time for privacy in the next two weeks. Her suspicions proved true, as their only opportunity for more than a stolen few minutes came on Tuesday.

With Bingley's news that Louisa was faring no better Monday morning, Jane and Elizabeth decided to walk to Netherfield the next day, even though they would have to arrive too early for proper visiting.

Shortly after they had walked through Meryton, Sirius' ears perked up, and after a moment, he went running ahead. It was at this point that Jane and Elizabeth heard the horses headed towards them; and very soon they were pleased to meet Darcy and Bingley.

The gentlemen were quick to dismount, in order to escort the ladies to their destination. Jane and Bingley soon outpaced Darcy and Elizabeth, who were quite content to ramble slowly. Milton and Sirius did not seem to mind, but one member of their party apparently did; Darcy's horse nudged his shoulder.

"No, Prometheus." He said sternly as he pulled down on the rein. They continued, and Darcy gradually let up; a few minutes later, the horse nudged Elizabeth.

Darcy started when she turned and patted the horse's nose. "I have no apples today, Prometheus."

"Apples?"

Elizabeth turned and smiled. "I suppose I did fail to mention that. When I was at Netherfield last Wednesday, I saw him in the paddock and went to visit him."

"I had thought you did not like horses?"

"No, my love." Elizabeth turned to him and took his left hand in her right. "I simply do not ride. I have no problem, as long as I am not expected to sit atop them."

He turned to her, joining their free hands. "Why is that?"

"I never took to it well when Papa tried to teach me; then I fell and broke my arm... Besides, I have always been quite happy walking."

He gazed into he eyes and began drawing circles on her right palm with his thumb. "You realize, my dear, there are areas in and near Pemberley that I would love to show you; but would take too long or be very difficult to reach on foot." He leaned down and stole a brief kiss, his left thumb never stopping its ministrations. "Would you be willing to try riding again... if I taught you?"

There was a look of uncertainty on her face, but she did not break eye contact. He continued. "I would only ever see you upon a horse I trained myself."

She felt herself drawn in by him. "Shall I not be able to refuse you anything, Fitzwilliam?" She raised herself on her toes and pecked his lips. "I shall try."

He smiled broadly and pulled her into his arms, whispering in her ear, "I hope you shall never want to deny me, my dear. As far as the riding, I will not force you; if I cannot teach you to like it, I will not expect you to continue. He then led her to a small woody copse and where they expressed their contentedness.

A few minutes later they were back on their way.

When they reached Netherfield, Elizabeth found Jane and the two of them asked after Louisa, who was happy to receive them in her sitting room. She did not elaborate other than to say she was feeling much better, but had indeed felt ill the last few mornings.

Mr. Hurst opted to remain with his wife while the sisters then enjoyed lunch with their young men. Afterward, they waited in the front parlour for Mrs. Bennet's arrival with the carriage. It was imperative that they accompany her on calls, as there was limited time before guests began arriving for the weddings.

When they entered the room, Elizabeth walked towards the sofa where she had sat upon her last visit. As she approached, Darcy whispered in her ear, "It is not there."

"Dare I ask if Milton has it? Or has it been confiscated?"

"As much as I abhor the... artifact, I must recall that he earned it; so it is somewhere around here, but gratefully out of sight for the moment." After a few minutes in good company, Bingley recalled something he wished to show Jane, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth on their own for a short while; but that was all it lasted, for the sound of an approaching carriage was soon heard.

The remainder of the week progressed more as Monday had; Mrs. Bennet monopolized the time of her three engaged daughters, and the two gentlemen spent time with their future father-in-law or attended their ladies when they received callers at Longbourn. There was very little opportunity for privacy.

After the gentlemen left on Friday evening, Mrs. Bennet called Jane, Lizzy and Lydia to her rooms. Once she had them seated, she began pacing nervously.

"I must speak to you girls at once. There will be others to attend in the house starting tomorrow, so I can put this off no longer... I must explain your duties to you... your duties in the marriage bed."

Elizabeth was more taken by Jane's red hue than her mother's words. "Jane will not be married for months, Mama. Must she hear this now?"

Mrs. Bennet glared at her second daughter. "I have no desire to do this more often than I must; besides Jane can use the knowledge to make sure that Mr. Bingley does not try to anticipate his vows. Young men will do so."

Elizabeth and Jane gasped. Lydia replied dreamily, "I would not mind if Mr. Collins wished to do so; but he only returns the night before our wedding."

The others all looked at her in shock and awe. "You must never speak so, Lydia!" responded her mother in a sharp voice.

"Now girls, I should probably have spoken to you before now as to some of this. I must expect your young men have tried to kiss you; and I would hope you have tried to resist their advances." Turning to look at Lydia, she continued with unusual gravity, "Though we know for certain that one of you has not...

"Anyhow, yes, kissing can be an enjoyable diversion, but it stimulates the male mind to desire more... To rights he is not entitled to until you bear his name. Once that has occurred, whether you like it or not, your husband may do as he wishes with you."

She looked around, as though searching for the words to continue. "The first time will hurt, there are no two ways about it, but you must not react. Let him have his pleasure and he may let you be for a few days. Though when a marriage is new, your husband will want to come to you often; but that decreases in time, especially if you can provide him a son or two. But after the first time, it is not so bad, and can even be pleasurable. He may touch you and remove your gown, but you must not react. Let him do as he wishes, and then he will leave you alone..."

"That is not what Harriet says at all, Mama. She says she flails and screams, and that it is in all ways wonderful; and that is with vile old Colonel Forster." Lydia shuddered violently. "I could not even imagine kissing him!" Elizabeth and Jane both dropped their jaws, and Jane's face went instantly from a warm blush to pasty white.

"Lydia!" Mrs. Bennet, however was flushed and flustered.

"Oh, Mama! I will look forward to it." said Lydia with a distant look in her eye. "I know William is not as handsome as Wickham or Denny, but he kisses so much better than Chamberlayne or John Lucas." She rose and stood with her hands on her hips. "I look forward to joining my husband in the marriage bed!"

Elizabeth took Jane's trembling hand in hers, unable to remove her gaze from the spectacle.

"Lydia Eileen Bennet! I have had enough of you! Get yourself to bed so I may try to speak to your sisters without your silliness."

Quite pleased with herself, Lydia retired. "Oh what that child does to my nerves! Must I explain more, or do you understand, girls? You simply must not allow your betrotheds rights they do not have, but once they have the right, you must gently submit... If for any reason, you do not wish to at some time, you may try locking your door or claiming a headache; it has always worked with your father, but I have heard some husbands are not so kind. Do take care, my dears."

Jane and Elizabeth nodded and quietly answered, "Yes, Mama."

"Do you have any questions?"

Elizabeth looked at Jane, who was still extremely pale and answered for both of them. "I think we have heard enough, Mama. Thank you."

Mrs. Bennet smiled, pleased with herself for accomplishing her duty. "Very well then. Now off to bed with you two."

Jane and Elizabeth went to their rooms and dressed for bed. Even without Sophie's assistance, Elizabeth rushed through her preparations and went quickly to her sister's room. As soon as Sophie left, the sisters curled up in Jane's bed.

"Oh Lizzy, I do not know what to think!" exclaimed Jane, holding her sister's hands.

"You know I have seen you. Do you like it when Mr. Bingley kisses you, Jane?"

Nodding very slightly, Jane whispered, "Yes."

"Then I believe we have nothing to fear. I have no better understanding now than I did an hour ago; but I know that I trust Fitzwilliam, and all will be as it shall."

Jane nodded slowly, but still bore a look of trepidation; thus Elizabeth continued, "If it will further ease your mind, we can speak to Aunt Gardiner when she arrives on Monday. Will that do?"

"Yes, Lizzy. Thank you."

Gently embracing each other, the sisters tried to find sleep. Jane did not want to think of what had been said, but her mind kept racing back to her mother's advice. Elizabeth was aware of every move her sister made and could not relax until Jane's breathing changed. When that finally occurred, Elizabeth took a deep breath, allowing her mind to drift back to the salient parts of the earlier conversation. She smiled to herself... if his kisses felt that good...

1 These were articles in the Times on Thursday, 5 December 1811. The issue can be viewed by registering at Times Online Archive . Please do not go looking for Darcy and Elizabeth's announcement though. I only have so much power as a fanfiction authoress

Chapter 26

Posted on July 10, 2008

When Elizabeth entered the kitchen Saturday morning, Cook advised her that her father had been there and already left the house. She quickly drank some tea and shared a muffin with Sirius. Mr. Bennet was seldom called away so early, but it did happen from time to time. Breakfast would not be for another two and a half hours, so despite the chill air, she decided to walk to Oakham Mount.

She would have to walk briskly if she hoped to sit and take in the view for any time at all; and the exercise would also help her keep warm. The crisp air added to the flush of her cheek as she walked and Sirius wandered about her.

As she crested the hill, she realized she was not alone. A handsome man sat atop his gallant steed, looking over the valley. At the same time, a Dalmatian ran towards her and Sirius ran past her from behind.

"Good morning, Fitzwilliam." she called.

Turning abruptly, he answered. "My love," then dismounted quickly. "What brings you here so early, Elizabeth?" He smiled warmly as he approached and captured her hands in his.

"Papa is out on the estate already, so I chose to walk."

He kissed her eagerly, as though they had not seen each other just the night before.

When she could, between kisses, she asked, "And you?"

He had to pull away to answer. "I am out for my usual morning ride... which unless I can get you on a horse, may soon be a less common way to start the morning."

Elizabeth looked down guiltily. "I would not ask you to change your routines, Fitzwilliam. I..."

Reaching down, he lifted her chin. "I expect we will both have to adapt, to many things, my dear. Perhaps we shall discover an altogether different way to welcome a new day." He kissed her lips softly.

He continued. "I am so glad we met up this morning; we have had so little time to ourselves since my return."

Elizabeth sighed. "I doubt this week shall be any better." She rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped her in his embrace.

They walked up to the apex of the hill and Darcy pulled Elizabeth in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist as she leaned into him. They stood thus to take in the in the prospect for a few minutes, before deciding Elizabeth had to return to Longbourn. Descending arm in arm, they discussed matters important only to them; and when they reached the pales of Longbourn, Darcy politely kissed Elizabeth's hand, promising to see her later in the morning.

He only just managed to keep that promise, for while he arrived at Longbourn about ten o'clock, Elizabeth was above stairs, engaged by her mother. He was at least relieved to spend the time in Mr. Bennet's office, as the elder gentleman had long returned from his early morning business.

It was nearly noon before Elizabeth made an appearance; and likely only then because a Darcy carriage, presumably bearing Mrs. Ashley appeared on the drive.

Elizabeth and Darcy met in the front hall, along with her mother and Lydia, and he assisted her with her pelisse before they went out to greet the heavily laden carriage. Even upon first glance, Elizabeth was certain it bore more trunks than when it had departed two weeks before.

Darcy assisted the ladies from the coach, while Mrs. Bennet and Lydia tried to seize the attention of the older woman, eager to see what she had brought.

"I am pleased to be here again, Mrs. Bennet. Thank you so much. If you would be so kind though, I would like to see my trunks unloaded and placed before we begin extracting the contents. I think you will be quite happy with the results." Mrs. Ashley spoke calmly, trying to soothe the eager matron.

"Yes, yes. I suppose we can wait that much. My Lydia is so eager to see her wedding gown; oh, and of course, all of Lizzy's things..."

Elizabeth took hold of her mother's arm. "Mama, we shall have plenty of time to see what Mrs. Ashley has brought. Let us go into the house and give her and Eleanor room to see to everything." She began leading her mother into the house, hoping that the reduction of the welcoming party would be preferable to Mrs. Ashley and her niece than a proper greeting from herself. "Lydia, please join us." she called back.

Lydia looked up the steps at her sister and mother, but did not move, so Darcy quickly ascertained that his coachmen were assisting Mrs. Ashley and excused himself, offering his arm to Lydia. She looked at him with a rather blank expression for a moment before she took his arm and was led into the house.

Once Lydia and Mrs. Bennet were situated, which included several minutes of their most anxious behaviour being displayed before Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth slipped from the room to greet their guests and to ensure their needs would be met. Mrs. Ashley and Elle greeted Elizabeth warmly and assured her everything had gone well in London, and all of the unloading was proceeding well.

Elle was quick to seize her first chance to speak, "Miss Bennet, thank you so much for the opportunity to serve as your maid. I will be quite happy to begin immediately if you wish."

Elizabeth smiled at the girl. "Let us get you settled in first, Elle; but I will be happy to have your assistance when the time is right."

Once she was convinced that the women did not desire a meal, she slipped to the kitchen and ordered tea to be sent up to Mrs. Ashley's rooms and advised that luncheon did not have to be delayed on their behalf. She then quickly returned to the front parlour, concerned for having left her betrothed in such company.

Her anxiety proved unnecessary, as Jane and Bingley had joined the party. The gentlemen sat speaking together on one side of the room while Jane tried to keep her mother and youngest sister occupied. Jane smiled at Elizabeth and nodded her head, telling Elizabeth that she could join the men, which she quickly did.

Darcy and Elizabeth, while unable to find privacy, did not separate until Mrs. Ashley sent word that she was ready for Miss Lydia.

Joining her mother and sister, Elizabeth was impressed by the complete outfit laid out from a new chemise and corset to long white gloves and a lovely bonnet with white silk flowers. The dress was far nicer than any Lydia had previously worn; it was apparent how well the light jade green offset her auburn tresses. When she tried it on, it fit perfectly; Mrs. Ashley would not need to make any adjustments.

They also went through the remainder of the trunk brought for Lydia, which contained more undergarments, gloves and accessories. Lydia and Mrs. Bennet squealed with delight as each item was extracted, making Elizabeth hope that her mother might be otherwise engaged as she sorted through her trousseau.

The gentlemen stayed through dinner, and at her first opportunity, Elizabeth told Darcy how impressed she was with all Mrs. Ashley had done for Lydia, and admitted she was eager to see what was brought for her. She thanked him once again for his thoughtfulness and generosity, which he, of course, said was unnecessary.

After the men departed, Elizabeth went to Mrs. Ashley's rooms. She had unpacked and hung up four of Elizabeth's new dresses. After examining them all closely, Elizabeth declared them all lovely. Mrs. Ashley asked if it was not too late for her to try one on, and she eagerly agreed.

A soft lemon evening gown was selected, and Elle took it to Elizabeth's room to change. Mrs. Ashley appeared a few minutes later, and while Elizabeth could see no defect, Mrs. Ashley saw a need for one small adjustment.

Before she left, Mrs. Ashley asked if they would be able to hang some of the dresses in her room, and Elizabeth gladly agreed.

As it was indeed late, Elle offered to help Elizabeth prepare for bed, eagerly taking up her new duties as lady's maid.

"Good morning, my Lizzy." greeted Mr. Bennet as Elizabeth and Sirius entered the next morning.

"Good morning, Papa." she replied with a warm smile. "I missed you yesterday morning; and we scarcely spoke all day."

"You and Mr. Darcy did not appear too upset with the turn of events." he replied with a wry smile.

"You saw us?"

"Yes, on my way back from the Burkes', I saw you two coming up the lane." He fed Sirius a piece of muffin.

She smiled. "We did have a very nice walk, Papa. We have had so little time together with all the preparations."

"I understand, my dear. I am glad you enjoyed yourself yesterday, but I am quite happy to have you to myself this morning."

The gentlemen and the Hursts arrived just after breakfast to accompany the Bennets to church. Louisa was still not feeling well, but said she was much better than most other recent mornings.

Darcy and Elizabeth sat side by side in the pew, as was now their custom, and smiled to each other as the banns were read a final time for Lydia and Mr. Collins, quite content that theirs had been completed. After services, they returned to Longbourn arm in arm and remained together as they visited with the neighbours who had gathered.

As it was Sunday after all, Mrs. Bennet set no expectations for her daughters. She, herself, worried about accommodations for her sister Gardiner, who would arrive on the morrow with her children; but she declared the wedding preparations in order. Thus Elizabeth and Darcy were able to spend time together, most often at the pianoforte, where they could at least speak in privacy.

When it was time for the gentlemen to depart, Elizabeth slipped out with them to say her goodnights. Darcy pulled her into the front parlour for a quiet moment alone, and she snuggled into his arms. This was likely the last quiet day they would have for a long time. Guests would be arriving for the weddings, and most would stay through Christmas. She sighed. "One more week, my love. It will seem a very long week..."

Darcy kissed her lips lightly. "I know, my dear; and I can hardly wait.

Chapter 27

Posted on July 17, 2008

There had been little opportunity for Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet to enjoy their morning tea, when the displeasure of Mrs. Bennet sounded throughout the house. Calls of "Hill! Hill!" rang out, and servants could be heard bustling through the halls.

It was but a couple of minutes before Mrs. Bennet barged into the room. "Oh, Lizzy! I have been looking everywhere for you. There is no time for you to sit around sipping tea with your father! My sister Gardiner and her children will be here; and Mr. Collins is coming! With Lydia's wedding..."

"Mrs. Bennet!" interrupted Mr. Bennet sternly, but without raising his voice. "You most certainly are aware that Lizzy intends to spend the morning with Mrs. Ashley."

"Oh, she can do that after Lydia's wedding." she replied easily.

"Lydia does not need Lizzy's assistance to marry Mr. Collins. The wedding shall take place tomorrow morning with or without her. On the other hand, Mr. Darcy is paying Mrs. Ashley to work on Lizzy's trousseau. Do you think he would like her sitting around doing nothing for two days? Do you think Mr. Darcy will be happy if Lizzy is not prepared for her wedding?"

Mrs. Bennet waved her right hand at her husband. "Mr. Darcy seems to be very much in love with Lizzy. I am not worried about him! Come, Lizzy."

"Do you really want to take that chance, Mrs. Bennet? Mr. Darcy is a young man used to having his way. Let Lizzy prepare for her wedding; and call on one of your other four daughters if you truly need assistance."

Mrs. Bennet's feet seemed planted as she looked around in confusion, uhming and sputtering.

"If that will be all, you may leave us, Mrs. Bennet. Good morning."

Looking at her husband for a long moment, Mrs. Bennet finally shrugged her shoulders and departed.

With her father's permission, Elizabeth had breakfast with Mrs. Ashley and Elle, relieving her of at least one change of clothes, and allowing them to begin earlier.

They soon converged on Elizabeth's room, starting at the most reasonable place; though it was a bit of a surprise to Elizabeth. Elle opened a trunk and began extracting undergarments: chemises, petticoats, stockings, corsets... Elizabeth watched with a look of confusion as garment after garment was laid out on her bed.

Walking over, she ran a finger down a chemise. "Silk?"

Mrs. Ashley smiled broadly. "You may think it an indulgence; and I suppose it is. I recommend that every woman have at least one set of silk undergarments. You will love the feel of them, and Mr. Darcy... Well, Mr. Darcy can afford for you to always wear silk."

Elizabeth knew Mrs. Ashley was hiding something, and she was inclined to think it was likely for the best. Still... "I do not see the purpose... I would expect muslin to be just fine."

Mrs. Ashley schooled a knowing smile. Taking Elizabeth's hand, she calmly said, "You will understand in time, Miss Bennet. For now, let us get you into some of this so you may begin trying on dresses.

Elizabeth had to admit she liked the feel of the silk against her skin, but still could not comprehend why she would wish to be so indulgent. She tried on dress after lovely dress, most of either heavy silk or velvet, as Mrs. Ashley told her of the many fine establishments she had patronized.

When all were exhausted and lunch approached, Elle helped her new mistress into one of her old morning dresses and restyled her hair.

Mr. Darcy, aware of his betrothed's plans for the morning, arrived just before lunch, and observed the house abuzz, as Mrs. Gardiner and her children were expected at any minute. Mr. Gardiner was far too busy to accompany them, but would travel the following Saturday to attend Elizabeth's wedding and celebrate Christmas.

Mrs. Gardiner had not arrived by the end of luncheon, and the young couples had effected their escape to the near gardens when they finally heard a carriage coming up the drive. They all walked to the front of the house to notice the Gardiner children emerging. Elizabeth squeezed Darcy's arm as they rounded the corner. While she was eager to greet her relatives, she expected he was apprehensive.

Elizabeth was immediately accosted and embraced by two small Gardiners. She smiled up at Darcy before she squatted down to hug her cousins properly. "Colin, Connie, how I have missed you. And look how big you have grown!"

Rising and taking their hands, she walked with the children, followed by Darcy, to the carriage, where Bingley was helping Mrs. Gardiner down while Jane held little Jamie.

Once they reached the rest, Elizabeth hugged the older woman. "Aunt Marianne, I am so glad you are here."

"It is very good to see you too, Lizzy." her aunt replied warmly. Elizabeth then introduced Darcy and Bingley to Mrs. Gardiner and Margaret, Constance, Colin and James, before encouraging everyone to go inside and get warm.

They settled into the drawing-room to warm up with tea and pastries, and were soon joined by the remainder of the Bennet clan.

Darcy could not help but observe the fine manners of Mrs. Gardiner and good behaviour of her children, even as Colin and Connie began to yawn and climb up on their mother.

Well aware of her children, Mrs. Gardiner excused herself and her family to rest and clean up from the journey.

The remainder of the family returned to their earlier pursuits, leaving Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth and Darcy on their own. They spoke some as a group, but more often, each focused on their betrothed.

Elizabeth expressed her building apprehension about Collins' eminent return, and Darcy told her that his uncle had written the pastor, advising him that Rosings was Anne's inheritance, reminding him of his true patroness' identity, and that said patroness supported both marriages. It was still anyone's guess as to how Collins had received the information, and how he would behave upon his arrival at Longbourn.

As they spoke, they heard a light tap on the door jamb; there stood little Margaret Gardiner.

"Excuse me, Jane, Lizzy... I was wondering... since I am now eight, and have no need for a nap... Do you think Uncle Bennet would let me look at some books in his library?"

Elizabeth smiled broadly, and with a small laugh, replied, "I think he would actually like it if you asked, Meg. You may go ahead if you wish, or would you like me to take you?

"I will be all right, Lizzy. Thank you." She curtsied prettily and was gone.

The course of the next hour drew each person closer to their partner, enabling them to hold hands as they relished the peace that seldom reigned at Longbourn. As do all good things though, their quietude came to an abrupt end with a sudden general increase in activity, punctuated by the sound of Lydia running down the stairs and past the drawing-room with excited cries of, "He is here!"

Elizabeth stiffened, sitting even more erect, and closed her eyes. In response, Darcy squeezed the hand he still held and leaned close to her ear. "I love you, Elizabeth."

She turned her head towards him and opened her eyes to look into his. A moment later, she mouthed the words, "Thank you."

Soon Mary, Kitty and young James Gardiner converged on the drawing-room. A few minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet joined the group, followed by Lydia, wearing a huge grin, on the arm of Mr. Collins.

Once he spied them, Collins was unaware of anything else, and led his betrothed toward Darcy and Elizabeth. Stopping immediately before them, he extracted Lydia's arm and said, "One moment, my dear." He then bowed low before them. "Mr. Darcy, my dear cousin Elizabeth, it is so good to see you both again; and looking so well. Do you by any chance have news of Miss De Bourgh? I have been so worried about her."

Darcy tried to conceal a shudder as he replied, "Last I heard from the earl, she has been improving."

Collins touched his brow with exaggerated concern. "I do hope she will be well enough to return to Rosings soon. She is the shining star of Hunsford Parish. Miss De Bourgh is so generous and kind; she even provided a carriage for this trip, so my Lydia may arrive at her new home in comfort tomorrow. Oh, and I do so look forward to introducing her to my dear Lydia. Her one recent missive said how she looked forward to it."

Elizabeth could only imagine how eager Anne was to meet Lydia, and fought to hide her smirk. Darcy nodded and evenly replied, "I do not expect she will be returning soon, but when she does, I am sure meeting Miss Lydia will be her top priority." He had to bite his lip, and hoped no one besides Elizabeth noticed.

Pleased by Darcy's kind words and condescension, Collins bowed again, collected Lydia's arm and went to sit near Mrs. Bennet.

As soon as Elizabeth felt enough in control of her sensibilities, she turned to Darcy and remarked, "I thought you an honest man, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

Colour infused his cheeks, but he dared not say anything for some time; and when he was again master of his emotions, they tried to resume their amiable conversation, though they were often unable to ignore Mrs. Bennet's effusions over Mr. Collins and his less loud, but interminable obsequious replies.

Mr. Bennet soon left the party, and gradually other family members began to disappear. When she noticed, Lydia also tried to effect her escape. "Mama, I would like to show Mr. Collins the winter garden before it gets dark. May we go out, please?" she asked in a surprisingly quiet and well mannered voice.

"Oh, my darling Lydia, of course you may go. Go enjoy the garden!" Mrs. Bennet began to sit back, pleased that her youngest daughter would be well married the next day. Suddenly, her mind raced. "Lydia, you must take Jane or Lizzy, of course!"

Darcy and Elizabeth agreed to go, while Bingley and Jane opted to remain within doors. No words were necessary for them to communicate their plans once outside. They lagged behind the other couple, allowing them room to speak privately, and eventually to sit upon a bench at one end of the garden. Darcy then led Elizabeth to a bench near the opposite edge, where they could still view Collins and Lydia.

They held hands and spoke easily, each looking across the garden from time to time. After several minutes so engaged, they noticed Lydia stand up suddenly. Collins also began to rise, but she put her hand on his shoulder and appeared to speak quietly to him. She then walked sedately at first towards Elizabeth, but as she progressed, her steps became more like an angry stomp.

"Lizzy, why can I not have a few moments peace with Mr. Collins? I know you do not chaperone Jane so closely; and I know you have gone off kissing Mr. Darcy! I admit what I said the other night was shocking to you, but nothing can happen in a few short minutes in the garden. Would you please just give us five minutes of privacy!"

Darcy's attention had been held by Lydia's shocking speech until Elizabeth choked out, "Lydia!" He turned and looked at her, and was struck with extreme concern. Her face was beet red, and a moment later, she buried it in her hands. He placed a hand on her back and looked up at Lydia.

"You should not be rewarded for such behaviour, Miss Lydia; but we shall turn our backs for a few minutes while Elizabeth recovers. Go back to your... betrothed..." He said coldly and firmly. He then stood and turned his back to Lydia, reaching down for Elizabeth's hands. Soothingly, he said, "Come, my love, let us turn this way."

Once both were resituated, Darcy pulled Elizabeth into his arms. "I am so sorry, my dear. Please do not let her upset you."

She nestled in his embrace until she was able to speak. "It is I who am sorry, Fitzwilliam... She is so... So frustrating... And embarrassing... So Lydia!" She tightened her embrace, clinging tightly. "I am so sorry."

He rested a hand on her cheek. "She will be married and gone tomorrow; and we shall be married in a week. Do not fret, my love."

They sat snuggled closely for a few minutes, and Elizabeth's breathing returned to normal. She moved a little, pulling herself closer. "I love you, Fitzwilliam." she said, just above a whisper.

"And I love you too, Elizabeth." He rested his lips against her askew bonnet. "We probably should be going in..." She nodded her head slightly as he thought about their current situation. Adjusting Elizabeth's head placement and covering her ear in the process, he whistled shrilly. Milton and Sirius immediately joined them, tails whipping wildly. "Good boys!" he said as he released Elizabeth and they played with the dogs loudly for a minute.

They made a production of standing, stretching and adjusting Elizabeth's bonnet before they turned around to head towards the other couple and the house. Collins and Lydia were sitting quietly, holding hands; though it was evident they had not been sitting so the entire time.

As they entered the house, Elizabeth took Lydia's arm and stated that they needed to prepare for dinner, then quickly led her up the stairs.

She later joined everyone, except Lydia, who arrived not long after her, in the drawing-room. She was scarcely a foot inside the door when she was met by Mr. Collins. "Cousin Elizabeth, you are a vision. May I escort you over to Mr. Darcy?" He offered his arm, and trying not to look askance, she tentatively rested her arm upon his, and he led her the full twelve feet to where Darcy stood by the sofa. When she removed her arm, he bowed low before him and said, "Your lovely lady, sir. You are most fortunate." Then with another quick bow, he was gone.

Elizabeth looked questioningly at Darcy as he stood to assist her to sit beside him. He simply shrugged his shoulders. She had not realized before, but Mrs. Gardiner sat in the chair beside their sofa, and had apparently been conversing with Darcy. He smiled at Elizabeth. "We have been speaking of Lambton; I recalled your having mentioned your aunt was from there."

The trio conversed amicably the remainder of the evening, interrupted only when Elizabeth played the pianoforte after dinner. It had been a long day, so Elizabeth excused herself shortly thereafter. She had hoped for a private chat with her aunt, but supposed there would be time for that in the week to come

Chapter 28

Posted on July 24, 2008

Elizabeth woke up happy; of course, she had most recent mornings. She would meet Darcy in church this morning... perhaps a preview of the coming Monday when she would become Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy. One week from today, she would wake up a married woman. She definitely had her reasons to smile.

She quickly got up and dressed, nearly running to her father's study. The house would be awake soon, and this was their only opportunity for a peaceful morning tea.

Neither felt inclined to speak and were quite content with a companionable silence. Sirius was also content, so long as they shared their muffins with him.

Their peace ended soon enough. Mrs. Bennet could be heard above stairs rousing the other girls.

Elizabeth excused herself immediately to dress for Lydia's wedding; for though Elle was now acting as her personal maid, Elizabeth had asked her to style Lydia's hair, and she wanted to ensure they did not need to rush.

She wore the first of her new dresses today, a morning dress that, while made of silk, was only modestly adorned. By the time her hair was done, she felt beautiful, but did not fear outshining the bride.

She found Jane, who was also completely ready, and they went downstairs to wait for the others. They were soon joined by Mrs. Gardiner, Meg and Connie -- Colin and Jamie would stay behind with their nurse.

Within the next ten minutes, Mr. Bennet entered the front parlour, and shortly thereafter, Mary and Kitty. Everyone waited, quietly visiting and watching the clock.

Five minutes before the wedding was due to begin, Mr. Bennet sent Jane to check on her mother and sister. She did not return, and a couple minutes after the event's appointed time, Elizabeth was dispatched.

Lydia stood in the middle of her room with her back to the door. She appeared to be fully dressed, while Jane, Sophie, Elle and Mrs. Ashley stood in a row along Lydia's bed. Mrs. Bennet was in constant motion around the bride.

Lydia turned when she heard Elizabeth's step at her door, earning both girls their mother's disapprobation.

"Lydia, you look beautiful!" Elizabeth gasped.

"Thank you, Lizzy. Can you convince Mama?" she pleaded.

"Mama!" scolded Elizabeth. "Lydia's wedding should have begun five minutes ago. She looks perfect; we must go!"

"But she is not ready!" wailed Mrs. Bennet.

Elizabeth took Lydia's hand and led her from the room.

"Elizabeth Alexandra, stop this now! Lydia Eileen, get back here!" screeched their mother.

Jane finally decided to exert herself, and grabbed Mrs. Bennet's arm. "Mama!"

As they descended the stair, Lydia squeezed Elizabeth's hand. "Thank you, Lizzy. I thought I would never get out of there."

The two sisters entered the drawing-room, and the occupants all complimented Lydia. "You should get her into the carriage quickly, Papa." suggested Elizabeth. "Jane can only restrain Mama so long."

"I shall see if I can help." Mrs. Gardiner slipped from the room as Mr. Bennet prepared to escort his two youngest daughters towards the back door, requesting his carriage be taken around.

Elizabeth tried to direct everyone else to the front of the house and was the last to exit.

Mrs. Gardiner and Jane escorted Mrs. Bennet at the front of the walking party. She had calmed, but was still muttering about how she had been wronged. Elizabeth followed at the rear with Meg and Connie.

Several of their friends, mostly the younger set, met them outside the church, Charlotte, John and Maria Lucas, several soldiers, Mrs. Long's nieces...

They began to enter the church and were met by the Philipses. Mr. Bingley had joined Jane, and they waited for Elizabeth, who was looking around.

"Where is Mr. Darcy?" she asked. Milton was at her side... and not muddy.

Mr. Bingley was restraining a giggle, never a good sign. "He is... inside... May I escort you in?"

Elizabeth accepted his arm with trepidation then ascended the stairs and entered the church.

A loud gasp escaped Elizabeth the moment her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. Darcy had indeed been inside. He stood stern and erect alongside Mr. Collins at the front.

Hearing the sound, he slipped out of his apparent trance and looked towards his betrothed with concern. Once their eyes met, she tried to ask him with her gaze how he had come to be in this position. He shrugged almost imperceptibly and bit his lip before dropping his eyes to his feet.

Kitty entered, and when she arrived at the front, Mr. Bennet appeared with Lydia on his arm. She wore a bright smile, but looked every bit a lady as she approached her bridegroom.

With everyone in their place, Darcy and Elizabeth's eyes swiftly found each other again, and they did not waver as they listened to Lydia and Mr. Collins reciting their vows.

When the service was over, Elizabeth waited patiently as Mr. and Mrs. Collins signed the register, along with Kitty and Darcy. Once his task was completed, Darcy joined Elizabeth near the door and kissed her hand before placing it on his arm. "You are a vision, my love." he whispered.

"And you have a story to tell me, Mr. Darcy."

They stepped out into the bright December sun and were met promptly by Sirius and Milton, who escorted them through the growing throng of well wishers. "I will explain as we walk to Longbourn."

They walked past the carriage bearing the De Bourgh crest and the braided and beribboned horses. Stopping when they neared the path, they waited for the Collinses to emerge, and once the new husband and wife had departed for Longbourn, Darcy and Elizabeth led the way along the path to the same destination.

"Your story, Mr. Darcy?" prodded Elizabeth as she glanced up at him through her lashes.

He cleared his throat, then started quietly. "I could not say ‘no' to the man's request... He approached me when Bingley and I arrived, and nearly kissed my shoes as he both apologized for imposing on my kindness and begged me to bestow the great honour upon him."

"So you took pity on him." she replied softly.

He nodded slightly. "To some degree, yes; but amongst his pleas and compliments, he correctly stated that Anne supports his marriage, and that next week we will be brothers. When I recalled that I made an offer to your father to assist him with this affair in any way necessary, I realized I had no choice."

Elizabeth squeezed his arm and smiled broadly as she looked up to him. "You did well, my love. Thank you."

When they reached the house, they stepped aside to allow Mr. and Mrs. Bennet to pass them in order to meet the carriage coming up the drive. Once the couples greeted each other and went inside, the remaining family and guests followed.

Darcy and Elizabeth quickly congratulated Mr. and Mrs. Collins, and hurried on so as not to delay the other well-wishers. They were the first to enter the lavishly decorated drawing-room, and were quickly joined by the rest of the Bennets, Gardiners and Philipses. It was a few minutes before other guests began to enter, and Charlotte, one of the first, immediately approached them.

"Eliza! It has been an age since I saw you last."

Elizabeth smiled broadly and took Charlotte's extended hands. "It has. My time has been much consumed by the weddings." She glanced up teasingly at her betrothed. "Though he calls daily, I scarcely see Mr. Darcy, it seems. I am certain he spends more time with my father than with me."

Darcy nodded and quietly added, "I would agree with that statement..." He bowed slightly and raised his voice a little. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Lucas."

The threesome chatted for a while, as guests continued to file into the room. Eventually Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and the newlyweds joined the festivities, and people began to mingle more. It seemed only a minute after the Collinses had entered the room, that they approached Darcy and Elizabeth.

Releasing his bride's arm, Mr. Collins bowed low before them. "I must thank you again, Mr. Darcy, for the great honour you have bestowed by standing up for me." He then seized Elizabeth's hand and kissed it. "My dear sister, Elizabeth, I am so pleased for you. You shall be marrying a fine man indeed."

In the meantime, Lydia had wandered away, and was talking with several officers. Her husband had not noticed, as he was still lavishing praise upon Darcy and Elizabeth. He finally left in search of his wife after Sir William Lucas joined the conversation.

Mrs. Bennet had outdone herself with the breakfast, and Elizabeth had never seen eggs prepared so many ways, nor so many breakfast meats; and she was amazed at all the fruits that had been acquired, given it was the middle of December.

Shortly after the meal, Elizabeth and Darcy were standing near Lydia and her friend, Mrs. Forester. They were conversing pleasantly with Bingley and Jane, when Mr. Collins approached his bride. "It is near time to leave, Lydia, my lamb."

Mrs. Collins turned to her husband. "Can we not stay longer, Billy? I have hardly had time to speak to any of my friends."

He patted her hand. "I am sorry, my duck, but if we do not leave soon, we shall not make Hunsford by dusk."

Lydia said goodbye to her friend and asked Elizabeth to accompany her upstairs as she readied herself to depart. As she changed into her travelling clothes, she rambled, "Lord! how I do like being married before any of you! Oh, I know you shall marry in a week, but I am the youngest, and I am the first! If I have time, perhaps I shall write you with advice; though I expect my husband will be monopolizing my time!"

Elizabeth maintained her calm demeanour as her sister talked incessantly, and helped to see that Lydia's wedding dress and last few personal items were packed for her journey. When they went downstairs, all of the Bennets went outside to see off the Collinses.

They all hugged Lydia and wished her happiness in her marriage. As the carriage rolled away, tears began running down Mrs. Bennet's face. "Oh, my Lydia! I cannot believe she is all grown up and gone! My baby is married!" She paused for a breath as Jane wrapped her arm around her mother. "Was it not a lovely wedding? Oh, I am so pleased for her; but I shall miss her all the same."

"It was lovely, Mama; and I am sure she will be very happy." replied Jane. "This has also been the most spectacular wedding breakfast, Mama. I am sure all of our guests shall agree."

"Our guests! Oh, Jane, our guests!" Mrs. Bennet began wiping her tears with her handkerchief. "We must return to our guests!"

Elizabeth walked slowly and was the last to enter the house. She was met by Darcy, who suggested she might like a short walk. He donned his greatcoat, and they returned to the brisk outside air.

Leading Darcy around the corner of the house, she melted into his arms as soon as she was certain they were out of sight. "I do not know if I can survive another week, Fitzwilliam." She nestled her head on his shoulder. "Although I suppose it will be quieter without Lydia." She released a small laugh.

"I would marry you this moment, my dear. I know you shall be fine; it is less than a week..." He smiled to himself. "And then you shall be my Mrs. Darcy forevermore."

They kept to themselves outside for a short time, but inevitably had to return to the gathering inside. Darcy and Bingley stayed until the last guests left, and managed to extract their betrotheds for short, proper goodbyes. They then left them to recuperate from their long, busy day.

Each family member went their separate way, and Elizabeth went to her room to lay down for a while. The family did not reunite until dinner, and from that point on, all they heard were Mrs. Bennet's effusions on her successes that day. Elizabeth was quite happy to retire that night.

Wednesday and Thursday passed very much alike; tea with Papa and Sirius, mornings with Mrs. Ashley, afternoons with Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth's silver lining was her brief time with Darcy.

Thursday morning did finally present her with the opportunity to try on her wedding dress. It was cream coloured silk with Pink Persian. Mrs. Ashley had kept this her own project, with only a small bit of assistance from Elle. Elizabeth was convinced that it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, and when she tried it on, absolutely no modifications were necessary. She felt like a princess, wishing Darcy could see her, and that this was the occasion that had warranted the dress.

When Mrs. Ashley declared they were done with Elizabeth's trousseau, it was still mid-morning. "Mrs. Ashley?" Elizabeth asked. "Would it be possible for you to get Jane's measurements? I know you can do nothing now, but I would like for you to make her a dress before her wedding."

The older woman smiled. "I am certain I could do that, Miss Bennet... In fact, I believe I have the perfect silk for her." She led Elizabeth back to her own rooms and opened a trunk, removing a bolt of blue silk. It would likely be considered sky blue, if not a shade lighter. "I did not use this, as it is not your best colour, but I am certain it would look quite lovely on your sister."

Elizabeth had to agree, and Jane was brought to Mrs. Ashley's room to have her measurements taken, and to look through the lady's sketch books. A design was selected, and Mrs. Ashley assured the girls that a dress would be ready for Jane well before her own wedding

Chapter 29

Posted on July 31, 2008

Friday morning, Elizabeth woke with a start. She recalled instantly that today she would meet her new family. Admittedly, she already had met and seemed to be accepted by Georgiana, Anne and Colonel Fitzwilliam, but this evening, she would meet the Earl and Countess of Sherwood. While she had been led to expect it would all go well, at the moment, she did not know whether to be excited or terrified.

Her father greeted her with a smile when she and Sirius entered his study. "And how are you today, my Lizzy?"

"Mostly happy, sir. I have so many conflicting emotions though. I am eager for the wedding, tired of the preparation, anxious about meeting Fitzwilliam's family, happy for our family's company, and sad about leaving Longbourn. It seems the only peace in my day is found here with you."

"I believe all that is quite normal." He patted her hand. "My mornings will change drastically, but it is your time to move on." Mr. Bennet looked into his daughter's bright, wide eyes. "I feel quite safe in assuring you that you will be very happy once the current pressures subside.

Sirius nudged Mr. Bennet, who gave him his much awaited piece of muffin.

After savouring her peace and tea, Elizabeth kissed her father's brow and retired. She would miss her father dearly when she was gone.

As Mrs. Ashley was done with her dresses, Elizabeth hoped to spend some time with her aunt; unfortunately, her mother demanded her attention immediately.

After listening to Mrs. Bennet spend three quarters of an hour describing the additional corner dishes that would be necessary for her wedding breakfast, and how her bride's cake had to be much larger than Lydia's, she was at her wits' end. She begged to be excused, claiming she had just realized a problem she had overlooked, and it was imperative she speak to Mrs. Ashley immediately.

Mrs. Bennet sighed deeply and excused her ungrateful daughter.

As she passed the drawing room, Elizabeth noticed Jane reading to Connie and Colin, while Meg sat quietly with a book of her own. Elizabeth could not help but smile. Jane had always been a favourite amongst their cousins, her steady sense and sweetness of temper exactly adapted her for teaching them, playing with them, and loving them.

She interrupted the group for a moment. "Excuse me, Jane, do you know where my aunt may be?"

"I believe she mentioned her desire to speak with Mrs. Ashley."

"Thank you." Elizabeth answered, and went upstairs to Mrs. Ashley's rooms.

She knocked on the door, and a moment later, Elle peeked out. She spoke into the room, "It is Miss Elizabeth."

There was silence for a long moment, then she heard Mrs. Ashley reply. "Do let her in, please, Elle." The girl opened the door wide and invited her in. There sat Mrs. Ashley and Mrs. Gardiner, each sewing parts of a blue silk dress.

"We had meant for this to be a surprise, Lizzy." said her aunt. "Well, at least for Jane."

"With Marianne's help, I should have the dress done before I leave tomorrow. It will have to be adorned later, but I think it will still look lovely on her if she wishes to wear it as your attendant."

Elizabeth nodded and began to speak, but stopped with a start. "I just realized; you must have known each other... from Lambton."

"Yes, Lizzy." laughed her aunt. "I knew from your letters to expect Mrs. Ashley, and I looked forward to renewing our acquaintance."

"I, however, did not realize your aunt, Mrs. Gardiner, was my Nicole's friend, Marianne Rogers, and was quite surprised to see her here."

"I visited with Mrs. Ashley Wednesday afternoon while she finished your dresses and your mother occupied your time. Then yesterday, when you mentioned the dress for Jane, I came to ask if I could help."

"You are so kind, Aunt." Elizabeth watched their busy hands for a moment. "Is there something I could do?" she offered.

"I can not ask it of you, Miss Bennet." answered Mrs. Ashley.

"This is for my most deserving sister, and I would be happy to do anything to please her." Elizabeth answered seriously. "Besides, I came in search of my aunt, and with the hopes of escaping my mother for a while."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled. "Then if Elle does not mind, perhaps you can sit here by me and take over her section of hem, and she could perhaps help her aunt with something else?"

Mrs. Ashley nodded her head and Elle replied, "Gladly, Mrs. Gardiner; as long as it is what Miss Bennet wishes."

Elizabeth sat and picked up the unattended section of hem. "Is there a particular reason you were looking for me, Lizzy?" asked Mrs. Gardiner.

"I had hoped to speak with you..." her voice dropped. "In private... about Jane... Perhaps we might find some time after lunch, and before Mama spirits me away for the afternoon."

Unfortunately, the conversation did not take place then, for it was imperative that Elizabeth and her mother sort through all of Elizabeth's possessions, which required the services of Sophie and Elle as well.

When they finished, she began to prepare for dinner at Netherfield; the dinner with Lord and Lady Sherwood. She had been able to put it out of her mind while busy, but as she sat in her warm bath, all her earlier thoughts and concerns flooded her mind.

She tried to breathe deeply and relax as much as possible. Hugging and petting Sirius also helped.

When she felt calmer, Elle helped her dress in her nicest old evening gown - for while she wished to look fine for Darcy's relatives, she did not wish to stand out against her family - and styled her hair.

When she was ready, Elizabeth met Jane and Mrs. Gardiner in the front parlour. They were soon joined by Mr. Bennet. "You look quite lovely, girls." He smiled proudly as he greeted them. The group spoke quietly for a few minutes, and when Mary joined them, he looked at his watch, then the two coaches sitting outside the window. "It is not too early. Why do you four not take Mr. Darcy's coach now, and we will meet you later. I have no idea how late Mrs. Bennet intends to be, and I am certain no one at Netherfield will complain of your early arrival."

They accepted his suggestion, and were soon on their way.

It was a short trip, and soon, the carriage pulled to a stop before the front door of Netherfield, and Bingley and Darcy were beside the coach. The four ladies were handed down by the gentlemen and led to the house.

Elizabeth had but placed a foot on the first step when she felt a dog's nose nudge her palm. She stopped and bent down. "Good evening, Milton." she said as she scratched his ears.

Darcy then continued to lead her into the house as Milton followed at their heels. They removed their wraps and walked as a group to the drawing room.

Elizabeth was the first to enter, and was startled by a happy cry of "Elizabeth!" and a sudden embrace. As she returned the hug, she could feel her skirts stirring, and a small dog sniffing at her feet.

When finally released, she answered, "Anne! You look wonderful!" Then noticing the quiet, but happy Georgiana, she pulled her future sister into a gentle hug. "I am glad you are back. I have missed you."

Darcy handled the introductions, then Elizabeth was swept away to a sofa and seated between Anne and Georgiana. "I did not expect to see you, Anne."

She was still terribly thin and pale compared to the others in the room, yet her complexion glowed with improved health and happiness. "I was afraid my Aunt and Uncle would not let me come. I have been unusually obedient and did everything the doctor and my aunt recommended. Even once here, I napped all afternoon, hoping to spend as much time with you as possible."

It was then that Elizabeth noticed Lady Pamela sitting in her mistress' lap, and yet something continued to seek her attention. Looking down, she spied a small tan terrier.

As Elizabeth picked up the dog, Anne reached over and patted her head. "This is my new dog, Catey. My uncle's friend, Mr. Scott, gave her to me. He thought a friendly companion might raise my spirits and help me recover."

Elizabeth grinned as she petted the dog in her lap. "What sort of dog is she?"

"Mr. Scott called her a Mustard Terrier. He breeds them for hunting at his estate in Scotland, but Catey is terrified of badgers. She is the sweetest thing though, and therefore an excellent pet." Anne leaned down, close to the dog, who began to lick her.

Elizabeth petted Catey. "I happen to adore a bloodhound who prefers hunting people to hunting deer. Catey seems a very sweet girl."

Anne excitedly boasted that she now had enough endurance to take Catey on short walks with Georgiana and Lady Pamela. The three then went easily from one topic to the next, very comfortable with the company.

The Earl and Countess of Sherwood were the next to enter the drawing room. Darcy was immediately at Elizabeth's side as she rose, and he led her toward the older couple.

"Uncle, Aunt, may I introduce you to Miss Elizabeth Bennet?"

Elizabeth curtseyed deeply, trying to maintain her composure. She had never been introduced to a peer before.

"Miss Bennet, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." said Lady Sherwood. "My nephew, son and nieces praise you constantly."

Elizabeth blushed. "I am not sure if it is deserved, but I am quite fond of them all."

Darcy introduced Mrs. Gardiner and Mary, then led his betrothed, aunt and uncle to an empty pair of sofas.

"I hope you had a comfortable trip here today." Elizabeth began quietly. "I was pleasantly surprised to see Anne."

Lady Sherwood smiled. "She was so eager to accompany us. I believe it motivated her to build her strength. She can be quite determined."

Elizabeth had to laugh. "I can see that." The thought crossed her mind that Anne was not the only determined soul in that branch of the family.

The conversation was carried by Lady Sherwood and Elizabeth, though Darcy and the earl did interject from time to time. They swiftly moved through the awkwardness of first acquaintance, and conversation became more relaxed.

Impulsively, Elizabeth glanced at the clock on the mantle. Where could they be? It was nearly another twenty minutes before the rest of her family arrived. Darcy again handled the introductions as both he and Elizabeth secretly prayed for their good behaviour.

Mr. Bennet held firmly to his wife's arm as the elder couples exchanged pleasantries. After a few minutes, Kitty escaped to sit with Georgiana and Anne, and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet went to sit with the Hursts and Mary.

Dinner was announced almost immediately, and before Darcy could rise, his uncle stood before them. "May I have the honour, Miss Elizabeth?" He offered his arm.

She smiled and nodded, demurely accepting his arm. As soon as she could, she stole a glace at Darcy, who smirked at her before he went to accompany Georgiana and Anne.

Dinner could not have turned out better. Seating had not been arranged, yet Mrs. Bennet found herself between Jane and Mrs. Gardiner at one end of the table while Elizabeth, Darcy and the Sherwoods were at the other end. Polite, sensible conversation reigned, and Mrs. Bennet's delight was only heard intermittently.

After dinner, the party separated, and the ladies retired to the drawing-room. Mrs. Gardiner now seemed to control Mrs. Bennet's arm as they joined Elizabeth and Lady Sherwood. Mrs. Bennet spoke eagerly of her joy at having her youngest well married, but was easily swayed to speak of Elizabeth's wedding and how happy she was for her daughter.

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, Elizabeth and Lady Sherwood joined Georgiana and Anne (and Lady Pamela and Catey, of course). Lady Sherwood mostly observed, as the younger ladies spoke further of the happenings of the last three weeks. Their easy repartee amazed her. She had never seen Georgiana so effusive, even when she had been at their home with Anne. The effect of Elizabeth's presence was abundantly clear.

She was further surprised when Georgiana suggested she and Elizabeth try to play a duet. With a little cajoling, Elizabeth agreed, and Georgiana led her to the instrument. Anne and Lady Sherwood followed, standing nearby where they could speak with the musicians and observe their interactions.

The piece was nearing its conclusion when the gentlemen entered, and they quietly made their way to their partners. Lord Sherwood took his wife's arm, and Darcy stood near Anne, very happy to watch his sister and soon-to-be wife play together. He was nearly disappointed when the music stopped.

Darcy walked over to the performers, taking Georgiana's hand as she stood. He whispered in her ear, and she quickly vacated her seat and walked over to stand by Anne. He then took Elizabeth's hand, and encouraged her to sit in the chair his sister had just vacated, allowing him to take the other in order to turn the pages. She played a piece she knew well, and had little need for the music.

Everyone, but especially those closest to the instrument, watched the couple's interactions closely. Though the Sherwoods had seen signs all evening, it was even more apparent how attached this young couple was. They were truly comfortable with each other, and often communicated without words.

After her song, everyone rejoined the company, and comfortable discourse seemed to be enjoyed by all. It was rather late when Mr. Bennet declared that his family needed to depart. The younger girls were eager to retire, so Mr. Bennet encouraged them and his wife towards the door. Mrs. Gardiner was quite willing to remain, and accompany Jane and Elizabeth soon thereafter.

As they said their goodnights, Lady Sherwood grasped Elizabeth's hands. "It has been lovely to meet you, Elizabeth." She smiled a warm, motherly smile. "I am already convinced you and Fitzwilliam shall be very happy together."

Elizabeth returned a genuine, heartfelt smile. "I thank you, Lady Sherwood. It has been an honour and a pleasure."

"Although the Church has not sanctioned it yet, you have already been quite accepted as family. Please feel free to address me as Aunt Juliet." She patted the hand she still held. "It has indeed been a pleasure. Good night, Elizabeth."

Darcy then escorted her out to the carriage. Both wore content smiles, knowing they truly had the full support of his family. Bingley was already assisting Jane and Mrs. Gardiner into the waiting carriage as they finally stepped outside. Darcy kissed Elizabeth's hand, before helping her up as well. He then looked up, smiled and said, "I had a lovely evening, ladies. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow. Good night."

With a slight jerk, the carriage began its return to Longbourn. All three sat quietly, Elizabeth unusually so. She appeared to be deep in thought before she finally spoke. "I suppose there is no time like the present to inquire, Aunt..." She took her sister's hand in hers. "Last week, our mother took us aside, along with Lydia... she... she tried to tell us about..." Elizabeth blushed, but squeezed her sister's hand and continued. "About the marriage bed..."

"Let me guess. It gave you little comfort?"

Both sisters nodded, but Elizabeth replied, "Exactly. I was concerned that she included Jane, when she will not marry for some time... Mama did not ease my mind, but when Lydia started talking about her friend, Mrs. Forester, I became truly worried for Jane... We need your advice, Aunt."

"Oh Lizzy, Jane... I am glad you asked. You should know that it is a special part of marriage. Other than it being a completely new experience, there is nothing to fear. You both have told me that you are marrying for love. Trust in that love, my dears."

Elizabeth smiled a little and nodded. She was about to thank her aunt when she heard Jane's voice. "Mama said... she said it would be painful."

"I can not say I know much of it. I have heard it can hurt the first time, but it may not. I do not recall it myself. Just remember that any pain is temporary, and soon forgotten. It is certainly not something you should concern yourself with for several months, Jane."

They heard the crunch of gravel under the horses' hooves and knew they were upon Longbourn's drive. "Promise me you will not worry." she finished.

Jane nodded.

"And Lizzy? You are well?"

"Yes, Aunt. Thank you so much."

Jane and Elizabeth went straight to their rooms to prepare for bed, as the hour was late indeed. Still troubled for Jane, Elizabeth went to her sister's room when she was ready for bed. Jane did seem content, yet Elizabeth suggested she spend the night. This would be one of their very last chances to do so

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