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Chapter 30

Posted on August 7, 2008

Elizabeth frowned as she looked at the frosty windowpanes. I hope it shall not get colder in the next few days. She shook off the bit of sombreness and chose to think of happier things as she dressed. Her cheer had returned by the time she entered her father's study. "Good morning, Papa."

"Good morning, my Lizzy." he replied. "You seemed to enjoy your evening at Netherfield."

"Oh, I did! It was so good to see Anne and Georgiana again; and I had nothing to fear of meeting the earl and countess." She sighed happily as she gave Sirius a piece of her muffin.

"I must admit I was a bit worried for you too, but I have always thought that wherever you are known, you must be respected and valued. It appeared to take no time for them to accept you."

"I am glad they did. I had expected them to look at me only to find fault."

"And I understand all is going well for the wedding?"

"I believe it is. I know Mama's nerves shall allow me little rest, but I hope to spend some time with Mrs. Ashley before she leaves and with Uncle Gardiner when he arrives."

"Perhaps I shall see if I can distract her a little..."

Fate seemed to smile on Elizabeth that day, and her father's interference proved unnecessary. At breakfast, Mrs. Gardiner informed her that Mrs. Ashley had requested a bit more of Elizabeth's time if she could spare it. Mrs. Bennet begrudgingly agreed, and Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth were at Mrs. Ashley's door immediately following the meal.

An hour later, Jane's blue gown had been trimmed with dark blue ribbon, and Mrs. Gardiner went to find Jane. Elizabeth used the time to thank Mrs. Ashley, and to assure her of much future patronage.

Jane could not believe her eyes when the dress was presented, and a few tears slid down her cheeks when she saw herself in the mirror. The dress was perfect for her, and only Mrs. Ashley was able to notice a small flaw in a seam, which she remedied immediately.

Elizabeth ordered tea, and they all chatted as Elle helped Mrs. Ashley pack the last of her possessions. When she was ready, Darcy's coach was ordered, and everyone said their goodbyes. Only Elle would see off her aunt.

By now, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley had become such regular visitors, it seemed odd to have luncheon without them. Mrs. Bennet was allowed to dominate the conversation, and even Mr. Bennet did not complain of the frippery.

They were nearly through the main course when Mrs. Hill entered. She walked toward the master and quietly informed him there was a coach on the drive.

Mrs. Gardiner stood. "Oh please, brother, do not trouble yourself. It should be Mr. Gardiner, and I would be quite happy to greet him."

Mr. Bennet, never one to exert himself, quickly acquiesced.

Several minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner entered the dining-parlour. A place setting had been added to the table, and they settled in easily.

Afterwards, Mr. Gardiner played with his children as the family visited. Mrs. Bennet was so pleased with her brother's presence, she did not put upon Elizabeth; and when Mrs. Philips arrived, she was lost.

Elizabeth was glad for the time to relax and enjoy the family's companionship; she only wished one other person could be there, but he was at Netherfield entertaining his own family.

That evening, the entire Netherfield party was to join them for dinner, and as the time approached, Mrs. Bennet's nerves increased. Shortly before the appointed time, she was still overseeing the servants, and Jane and Elizabeth nearly had to lead her to her rooms by the hand to prepare herself.

Mrs. Bennet had the reputation of one of the best hostesses in Hertfordshire, and she did not disappoint. She served five courses, including fish, and watched over her staff, who performed flawlessly. So occupied was she, that she was unable to be overbearing and loud.

Elizabeth spent the time getting to know Darcy's family and watching them interact with her own. Lord Sherwood was more relaxed as he teased Darcy, and occasionally her. She could see the marked resemblance to Colonel Fitzwilliam, especially after Sirius snuck in and befriended the earl.

In Elizabeth's estimation, the evening was a success, and she only wished there had been an occasion for a few minutes alone with Darcy.

Sunday morning dawned clear and cold, and with only a day to go before her wedding, she feared it would be interminable. Perhaps it was fortunate that it was a Sunday, for after her morning tea, there was church, where they would meet the entire Netherfield party, and of course, the typical Sunday luncheon at Longbourn.

During the mid-day repast, Darcy and Elizabeth were inseparable as they chatted with their friends and family; though they sought an opportunity to escape, as had become their habit on similar occasions. It was too cold to slip outside, but they did manage to find some privacy in the east parlour for a few minutes, with the door open.

When Anne grew tired, Elizabeth helped her to a guest room and stayed with her for a short time, reassuring her that she was impressed with her marked improvement.

The Netherfield party left shortly after the rest of the guests, allowing the Bennets and Gardiners a 'quiet' night amongst family. As they prepared to depart, Darcy pulled Elizabeth aside. He began to speak, but found himself lost for words. Thus they just stood, apart from the others, holding hands and gazing silently at one another for several long moments. Finally, he raised her hand to his lips, then softly uttered, "I shall see you in the morning, my love."

For the remainder of the day, the Gardiners did their best to occupy Mrs. Bennet, while Jane and Elizabeth busied themselves with the Gardiner children. From time to time, Elizabeth would look around, trying to record mental images of her last night as a girl at home.

Later, when she retired, she was joined by Jane. They curled up in Elizabeth's bed and recalled fond memories and spoke of the forthcoming changes in their lives. Jane fell asleep long before Elizabeth did, but it was still a comfort having her there, as she tried to anticipate the changes in her life that would begin in a few short hours.

Elizabeth woke with the sun, and knew immediately this was the day. She looked over at Jane and stroked her cheek. She would miss having her sister always at her side. Her mind drifted from Jane, to her father, to the promises of married life. Feeling the anxiety building, she decided to get up.

Sirius seemed to be unaware that today was anything special. He sought his morning affection, and then went to lay by the door as she dressed.

She was greeted warmly by the cook and the maids in the kitchen as she gathered her tray. Preparations for her wedding breakfast were already well underway, but all took a moment to wish her well.

When Elizabeth entered her father's study, she found him gazing out the window, with a faraway look. She nearly laughed at the similarity to Fitzwilliam's stance when he had something weighing on his mind.

"Good morning, Papa." she greeted him cheerfully.

"Good morning, my Lizzy." he responded with an effort to sound happy, though the hitch in his voice could not be missed. "So today is the day..."

"It is, indeed." She smiled; there was no way to conceal her happiness, for though she was feeling many emotions, nothing could compare to the fact that today she was marrying Fitzwilliam Darcy, and only for the deepest love.

"I am amazed you have time for your old Papa." he said wryly.

She walked to where he stood. "I would not miss this morning with you for anything, Papa." She placed herself in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder; something she had not done in years.

He could not help but embrace her as he kissed her head. "I am truly happy for you, my Lizzy, but I shall miss our mornings dearly."

"As will I." She pulled away, then led him towards his chair and the rather impatient Sirius.

They used their time to discuss favourite remembrances as they shared their muffins with Sirius. "I believe I shall even miss this silly beggar when you are gone." He patted the dog as Elizabeth watched, torn.

Elizabeth's bath was ready by the time she returned to her chambers, and Elle wasted no time getting her mistress into it. Everything had been laid out and ready for Elizabeth, and even Mrs. Bennet could find no fault when she barged through the door.

As she had not yet dressed herself, Mrs. Bennet only remained a few minutes - just long enough to encourage her daughter to make haste, and to provide the comfort of knowing she would be at her daughter's side to help with any final necessary adjustments.

Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief once her mother was gone; they would have to hurry if they wished to minimize her interference. Thus she was seated at her vanity, dressed in all but her gown as Elle styled her hair, when Jane entered. Elizabeth took a moment to admire her sister, a vision in her new blue gown, and then all three turned their attention back to Elizabeth's preparations.

While not inconvenienced, they were surprised Mrs. Bennet had not returned a half hour before they were due to depart. Elle helped Elizabeth into her dress, and they were all pleased with her appearance.

When Mrs. Bennet did finally return, she carried on about the ineptitude of Longbourn's household staff. She had been delayed by problems in the kitchen, and trouble with the decorations; even her own maid had needed to repress her dress at the last minute. She apologized to Elizabeth for her delay, before she was distracted by her elder daughter.

"Where ever did you get this dress, Jane? It is so beautiful; Mr. Bingley will be pleased..." Mrs. Bennet carried on as Jane deftly led their mother from the room. Elizabeth laughed at the scene. A moment later, Jane was replaced by Mrs. Gardiner, who immediately declared that Elizabeth was quite lovely, after wiping away a stray tear. With a few quiet words of encouragement and wishes of felicity, Elizabeth was led by her aunt to meet her father in the front parlour.

Mr. Bennet had to swallow a lump in his throat when he saw Elizabeth. It seemed to take a full minute for him to form words. "Lizzy... you are beautiful." He looked her over from head to toe again. "You are not my little Lizzy any more, are you?" he said sadly, but with an air of pride.

With her head bowed and a shy smile, she replied, "I suppose not..."

Taking her arm, he led her out to the waiting coach. It was only then that she thankfully noticed the air was not so frigid, and she could see the others already walking towards the church.

Mr. Bennet assisted his two eldest into the carriage, then joined them himself. Nothing was said on the short journey; mere words were insufficient for the emotions felt by the passengers.

Everything became a whirl when they arrived at the church. Many of their friends and several of the tenant families waited outside. Elizabeth remembered smiling at Charlotte as they walked past.

Glad for her father's supportive arm, they entered the church and started up the aisle before her eyes could fully adjust. She caught a flash of red amongst their guests and fleetingly thought, Colonel Fitzwilliam, but in the very next moment, her eyes found her Fitzwilliam.

He wore the most profound expression as he watched her approach, and when she smiled at him, he reciprocated. The aisle at Longbourn Church had never seemed so long before.

Elizabeth was pulled from her reverie by the voice of Pastor Johnson, having nearly forgotten the presence of others. Forcing herself to focus, she listened to all he said and replied accordingly. Though most if it became a blur, she would always clearly remember their vows to one another...

"I, Elizabeth Alexandra, take thee, Fitzwilliam James to my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."

This was followed by Darcy placing a gold band upon her finger. "With this Ring I thee wed, with my Body I thee worship, and with all my worldly Goods I thee endow: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

When the service was over, Elizabeth, Darcy, Jane and Bingley went to sign the register. She neatly signed, 'Elizabeth Bennet' then looked at it for a moment, running her finger below the name before she looked up and smiled at her husband. She was now Elizabeth Darcy forevermore

Chapter 31

Posted on August 14, 2008

The wedding breakfast had been all that was expected, and more. The décor was lovely, and the food plentiful, beautiful and delicious. Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were surrounded by their dearest friends and family, as well as members of all four and twenty families with whom the Bennets socialised.

Elizabeth had enjoyed greeting their friends and receiving their congratulations, but the hours they had celebrated at Longbourn were beginning to wear on her. Her husband, she knew had wished to depart long ago, though she had to give him credit for his gentlemanlike manners and extreme patience; he must have understood there would be no escape before now. If they had required a half-day's travel, they would have been able to depart earlier; but she was grateful they had but three miles to traverse in her new carriage.

Mr. and Mrs. Darcy found Mr. Bennet and Mr. Bingley talking in a corner. Darcy began making their excuses as Elizabeth scanned the room for her mother. Mrs. Bennet was talking to Mrs. Goulding, with an unusually withdrawn Jane at her side. Elizabeth was surprised both by her sister's expression, and by the amount of time she had spent with her mother rather than her betrothed. She would have to find an opportunity to draw Jane aside during the Christmas Eve dinner at Netherfield.

The newly wed couple quickly said their goodbyes to Darcy's relatives and the Gardiners, while the Bennets congregated outside to wish them well. As Elizabeth hugged each of her sisters, she saw her husband lifting Sirius into the new carriage. She then went to hug Jane, and could not help but notice the tears freely flowing down her dearest sister's cheeks. "I shall see you tomorrow, dear Jane." she whispered.

"I know, Lizzy..." Jane stuttered. "I am so happy for you, but I will miss you all the same."

"And I you." Elizabeth replied, wiping the tears from Jane's cheeks before hugging her again. She then said her farewells to her parents, before Darcy escorted her to the carriage. She quickly patted Milton's head before her husband handed her up, and as she stepped inside, she noticed Sirius, lying contentedly on a cushion fitted by the opposite door, which had not been there on the short ride from the church. She smiled warmly at her dear husband as he sat across from her. "You think of everything... Mr. Darcy."

He laughed. "I think of you... Mrs. Darcy. Though I doubt it makes a difference on this trip, I thought his comfort would add to yours when we do travel further."

"You are so thoughtful; and I do love you, Fitzwilliam."

"As I love you, Elizabeth." He leaned forward and took her hand before placing a light kiss upon her glove.

After a few moments, Elizabeth commented, "I was pleased to see Colonel Fitzwilliam today, though we did not get much opportunity to speak with him."

"As was I when he arrived at Netherfield last night. He said he left London the moment he was dismissed. I thought riding in the darkness rather foolish; and even though the moon was nearly full, it was terribly cold. I suppose he is used to harsh conditions though..."

"I am sorry we did not get much time to speak to him today, will he be able to stay through the holidays?"

"He expects to return to duty on Saturday, so we will be able to celebrate and visit together."

They heard the sound of gravel crush beneath the carriage. "We are here." Elizabeth stated, suddenly a bit nervous, though not sure why.

"Indeed." Darcy replied.

As the carriage rolled past the front of Netherfield House, Elizabeth looked at Darcy. "Why are we not stopping?" she asked.

"We shall not be staying here." he answered as the carriage rounded the house and headed towards the stables.

Neither spoke as the carriage passed all of the outbuildings and started down a narrow road. "The dowager cottage!" Elizabeth exclaimed; her husband nodded. "I had all but forgotten about it, though I now recall that Lady Robson resided there when I was a child."

"Bingley suggested it, so we examined the cottage and found it quite comfortable; an improvement, I believe, to beginning our married life in a house full of relatives.

Elizabeth blushed as she nodded her concurrence.

When they stopped in front of the large cottage, Darcy assisted his wife, and her dog, from the carriage. It did appear well tended and very cosy. They walked towards the front door, which was opened by a man who seemed vaguely familiar to Elizabeth, allowing them to enter. Once inside, Elle approached Elizabeth and began assisting with her pelisse as the man assisted Darcy. Thus relieved, Darcy introduced Elizabeth to his valet, Mr. Wilson.

"Congratulations, sir. Mrs. Darcy, it is an honour." Wilson bowed deeply.

Elle followed suit with a low curtsey. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy. There is fresh tea and some cakes in the mistress' sitting room."

"Thank you, Eleanor." Elizabeth responded.

Darcy then asked of his wife, "Shall you be needing Eleanor's assistance now?"

Once she assured him she was fine, he dismissed their servants, allowing them to depart to the far sector of the house before he led his wife to her chambers.

They settled in the sitting room and sipped their tea, sitting side by side on the sofa. It was a warm, comfortable room, and they relaxed, savouring being alone together for the first time in well over a week. They spoke easily and quietly, gradually moving closer towards each other, hand in hand. Somehow, Elizabeth found her head resting on her husband's shoulder as they talked, and she felt a sense of comfort she had never known.

They had all the time in the world, and there was no fear of interruption. Gradually fingers began to explore and their lips met sweetly. Everything was so wonderful and so right as their kisses increased in intensity.

Elizabeth was momentarily shocked when their lips separated. They gazed at each other; words were unnecessary as Darcy stood, holding his hand out to his wife. She took it, and they walked hand in hand into the bedchamber, closing the door with a resonant click.

Later that evening, as they still lay abed, Elizabeth whispered, "Fitzwilliam..." almost distantly. "Jane and I used to say we would only marry for the deepest love..." He was a bit surprised by the remark but did not reply. "I never had any idea how much I could love you. Even when I accepted your proposal, I scarcely knew I would feel like this."

He tightened the arm wrapped around her and kissed her forehead. "I know precisely what you mean, my love. I had never loved anyone like I loved you then. Yet I love you more each day, and each moment."

She snuggled into his embrace, and continued talking, simply enjoying the closeness.

Elizabeth was just nodding off when she heard and felt her husband's stomach rumble. She startled for a moment, then began giggling. "Oh, Fitzwilliam... I suppose we should get up. We can get a bite and check on the dogs."

Darcy kissed her cheek. "I knew I married a brilliant woman." He sat up, and for the first time noticed the heavy silk dressing gowns that hung over the footboard. He reached for them and handed Elizabeth the small peach one before donning the large navy one.

They were happily greeted by Sirius and Milton when they opened the chamber door, and Darcy and Elizabeth were quite willing to accommodate them with petting and scratching. The dogs' warm fur made it apparent they had been sleeping comfortably on the hearth before their keen hearing had detected their owners' approach.

Not wanting any intrusion upon their privacy, Elizabeth removed the tea setting from earlier, while Darcy retrieved a tray of fruit and pastries and a bottle of wine from a cabinet. Once he had filled their wineglasses, they settled in comfortably on the sofa, and were soon joined by the dogs. They conversed easily as they sipped their drink and picked at the food, sometimes feeding each other, occasionally kissing. All four were quite content.

When Elizabeth started yawning, Darcy looked at the clock, surprised at the hour. "It has been a long day, my dear." he remarked. "Perhaps we should retire."

Not compelled to argue, she soon found herself in her husband's arms, being carried back into their bedchamber. He laid her gently upon the bed before he quickly extinguished the candles and lamps within their rooms and joined her, pulling up the counterpane.

Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Darcy whispered endearments to one another as they snuggled close. He kissed his wife's temple, and her ear, as he stroked her silk covered hip. He could not recall being happier. A moment later he heard the softest of snores. Quietly fighting the urge to laugh, he pulled his wife just a little closer, rested his head against hers and whispered, "Good night, Mrs. Darcy." He soon joined her in slumber.

Elizabeth woke the next morning, knowing something was different. It took a moment to realize that she was held snugly in her husband's embrace. She smiled to herself and wiggled a little bit, waking her senses and realizing that nearly every inch of her backside was pressed firmly against him. But why does it feel like I have no room to move at all? She finally had to open her eyes to solve that mystery; atop the counterpane, Sirius and Milton slept soundly, snuggled beside her.

A moment later, she was startled by a whispered, "Good morning, Mrs. Darcy."

She turned what little she could to meet her husband's gaze. "Good morning, Mr. Darcy."

While the dogs were soon ejected from the bed, the newlyweds remained for some time. Well past their usual hour, they finally decided to remove themselves and order breakfast.

They ate in the mistress' sitting room, discussing their plans for the day. Sirius, of course, made his presence known and was soon receiving bits of muffin from both Darcy and Elizabeth. Milton followed Sirius' lead.

"I take it you have every intention of teaching my dog bad habits as well." Darcy said sternly.

Elizabeth smiled at him innocently. "If they are to be brothers, we cannot treat them dissimilarly, and I cannot deprive Sirius of his muffins." She paused for a moment, then continued in an arch tone, "Should you insist on denying Milton, you should remove him at once."

Needless to say, Milton was soon happily consuming muffins as well.

After breakfast, Darcy retired to dress in a guest room, as there was only one dressing room off the mistress' chambers, and Elle was assisting Mrs. Darcy within it.

When they reunited a little more than an hour later, they set off to explore the house. After all the time spent with wedding preparations, the near solitude and lack of outside demands was quite welcome. They found the diversion enjoyable, until it was time to dress for Christmas Eve dinner at Netherfield

Chapter 32

Posted on August 21, 2008

Despite the chill that had returned, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy opted to walk to Netherfield House mid-afternoon. It was not worth troubling so many servants to have the coach brought for a mere quarter-mile's travel. The walk proved refreshing for the couple, as well as the pair of dogs that accompanied them.

They entered through a back door, and were still promptly met by Smith, Mr. Bingley's butler. "Good day, Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy. As he saw to the removal and storage of their heavy coats, he continued, "Mr. Bingley is with the other gentlemen in the billiards room. Miss Darcy, Miss Mary and Miss Catherine Bennet are in the drawing-room with the Gardiner children. Miss De Bourgh is resting, and the other ladies are in the front parlour.

"May I be of further assistance, sir?"

"That will be all, Smith. Thank you." The servant bowed and left. Darcy turned to his wife. "Shall we look in on our sisters first?"

"Certainly, Fitzwilliam." she answered, and they headed for the drawing-room.

When the footman opened the door, all eyes, except Meg's -- as she continued to play Hark the Herald Angels Sing on the pianoforte -- turned to see Darcy and Elizabeth enter. Lady Pamela rushed to the door, stopping only for a moment at Elizabeth's feet before greeting Sirius and Milton. Elizabeth smirked at the dogs, afraid to look up at the footman's expression.

Georgiana, enough of a lady not to run, walked over quickly to greet them. "Brother!" she exclaimed. She then paused and looked at Elizabeth with realization. Her voice calmed a bit, but she still smiled broadly as she reached for her hand. "Sister."

"Yes... Sister." Elizabeth smiled fondly at the younger girl as she squeezed her hands. "How are you, my dear?"

Before Georgiana could answer, they all became aware of young Colin tugging at Elizabeth's skirt.

Elizabeth squatted down to meet him at eye level, and he threw himself into a hug. "We're singing Christmas songs, Cousin Lizzy!"

"So I have heard! Will you be singing to everyone tonight?"

"Oh yes. All of us will." the young boy replied proudly.

"Will you sing us a song, Lizzy?" asked Constance, looking at her with wide, eager eyes.

"If you wish." Elizabeth assured her cousin, then turning to her new sister, added, "Especially if I can convince Georgiana to accompany me."

Georgiana and Elizabeth went to look through music, abandoning Darcy. Glad to see the women he loved most getting along like sisters, he sat on the sofa nearest the instrument to watch their activities.

When the Darcy ladies had made their choice, they decided to practise a time or two. Mary, Kitty and the Gardiner girls moved to the other side of the room to continue their practise, while Colin sat down next to Darcy.

Both sat in rapt attention, watching Elizabeth and Georgiana as they rehearsed. At the end, they applauded, then Colin turned and tugged at Darcy's sleeve. He took a deep breath when their eyes met. "Mr. Darcy, sir... Miss Georg-anna is very pretty... and she plays so nicely..." He took another deep breath, gathering his courage. "Can I marry her, sir?"

As much as he was inclined, Darcy knew he could not laugh. It took a moment to find a response, then in a kind, but serious voice, he answered, "Miss Georgiana is a very special young woman, and I can see why you admire her. How old are you, Master Colin?"

The boy sat up straighter. "I shall be five next month, sir."

Unaware that they were now being observed by the ladies nearby, the corners of Darcy's lips raised a little. "Nearly five; you are quite the young man, but I am afraid that is still rather young to be thinking of marriage. You should at least finish your schooling, do you not agree?"

Colin nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, sir."

"Good man." Darcy patted his head. "For the time being, I am sure Miss Georgiana will be very happy to have you as a friend and cousin."

The small boy grinned and hopped to his feet, bowing formally. "Thank you, sir."

He turned, and both looked up into the faces of the two Darcy ladies standing beside the pianoforte, smiling back at them.

A few minutes later, Darcy and Elizabeth took their leave, and began walking to the front parlour.

"You handled that very well, Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth met her husband's eyes with a proud, but amused, smile.

"I enjoyed talking to young Master Gardiner. He seems a very good boy. In the future though, I would hope for a less awkward topic."

Elizabeth squeezed his arm as the footman opened the door to the front parlour, terminating their conversation. All of the ladies greeted them warmly, but Lady Sherwood and Mrs. Gardiner promptly invited the couple to join them.

Young Jamie Gardiner played contentedly with blocks at his mother's feet, and the Darcys were careful not to disrupt him as they sat on the sofa across from their aunts.

While they all chatted amiably, Elizabeth glanced over to see her mother speaking incessantly to Jane and Louisa on the other side of the room. She easily recognized the look of feigned interest on Louisa's face, and poor Jane looked pale and distressed. She would have to find her way over soon to determine why Mrs. Bennet's conversation was affecting them so.

Marianne Gardiner had noticed her niece's glances to the other side of the room, and a few minutes later, as the topic of conversation concluded, she said, "I am sure you are not so interested in ladies' conversation, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps you would prefer to join the gentlemen."

Darcy turned to Elizabeth. He would prefer the gentlemen's company in general, but was not eager to leave his new bride. Deferring to her choice, he asked, "Would you mind, Elizabeth? I will be happy to stay if you prefer it."

She was not eager to lose his proximity either, but well aware of the situation in the room, she replied, "Oh, do go, Fitzwilliam. I must speak with my mother, and I am sure you would prefer male company."

The couple excused themselves and Darcy held his wife's hand as he escorted her across the room. Polite greetings were exchanged before Darcy kissed and released her hand and departed to find the gentlemen.

Jane hugged her sister and secured her hand as they sat. It was clear she was distressed.

Mrs. Hurst was the first to speak. "You look radiant, Elizabeth. Marriage must agree with you."

Her grin breaking out fully, Elizabeth replied, "Oh, Louisa, I do not think I can be happier."

"Of course you are happy, Lizzy," interjected Mrs. Bennet. "Your husband has ten thousand..."

"Mama!" Elizabeth admonished in a sharp whisper. "You would not want Lady Sherwood thinking I married Mr. Darcy for his money, especially when you know nothing could be farther from the truth!"

"Oh fine, fine. If you will not have me praise your husband, then we must speak on Jane's wedding! I have so many ideas!" Thus began an uninterruptable monologue already heard by Louisa and Jane.

Mrs. Hurst made her escape a few minutes later, declaring a need to check on dinner, but it had little effect on Mrs. Bennet, who continued to talk of flowers and ribbons and lace.

Elizabeth thought themselves saved when the gentlemen, sans Colonel Fitzwilliam, entered a short time later to escort them to dinner. She was pleased to see Jane on Mr. Bingley's arm and gently encouraged Darcy to follow immediately behind them, placing a distance between Jane and her mother.

They met Colonel Fitzwilliam, the young ladies and the elder children in the hall outside the dining-parlour as they approached from the other direction. Anne quickly detached herself from her cousin's arm, and despite accepted manners, was promptly hugging her newest cousin, who had not the chance to remove her arm from her husband's.

Bingley led the party into the dining-parlour and carefully directed Jane to the chair at his left. Darcy assisted Elizabeth into the chair next to her sister, and they all gave a quiet sigh of relief as they watched Mr. Bennet leading his wife to the far end of the table. Bingley sat at the head of the table, and Darcy walked around to the chair across from his bride. He was just about to sit when Mrs. Bennet appeared at his side. Concealing a groan, Darcy helped his mother-in-law into the chair between himself and Bingley.

The table was laden with food of every variety, and Bingley made a point of thanking Mr. Bennet and his hounds for the traditional venison, then led his guests in a holiday prayer.

There was little conversation as the meal was served, but once the majority of servants had absented themselves, and the few remaining were not nearby, conversation resumed. Bingley asked Elizabeth about the accommodations, and she expressed her pleasure and gratitude. The young couples tried to control the conversation, but at the first moment of silence, Mrs. Bennet began speaking, and despite the mixed company, Jane's wedding plans were again the predominant topic.

Both Jane and Elizabeth looked at their plates more than anywhere else as they blushed becomingly while trying to eat. Elizabeth once touched her sister's arm, trying to convey her support, but Jane was comforted far more by her betrothed's occasional touches and hand holding under the table throughout the banality of excesses.

Everyone, but especially those at Mr. Bingley's end of the table, was pleased to relocate to the drawing-room at the conclusion of the meal for the evening's musical entertainment. The children were thrilled to be greeted by Sirius, Milton, Lady Pamela and Catey. Once the adults were settled in, they moved to the pianoforte, while the dogs settled near their owners.

The children started off, singing several Christmas carols, including The First Nowell.

While Elizabeth resumed her seat by Darcy, everyone looked up to watch a servant bring in a violoncello, and another a chair, both of which were placed in front of the pianoforte. Those not of the Fitzwilliam clan looked around in surprise, not knowing who played the instrument. Elizabeth quickly figured it out as the colour of Colonel Fitzwilliam's face was quickly approaching the hue of the coat he had worn at her wedding.

Blushing nearly as much as her cousin, Georgiana spoke up. "I appealed to my aunt to bring your instrument, Geoffrey. Here it sits, and you know what must follow."

"You are a very strange creature, my cousin! -- always wanting me to play before everybody! If my vanity had taken a musical turn, you would have been invaluable; but as it is, I would really rather not sit down before those who must be in the habit of hearing better performers than I."

"Your humility, Colonel," said Elizabeth, "must disarm reproof."

"Nothing is more deceitful, my dear," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It is often, and especially with my cousin, an indirect boast."

"You suggest, Darcy, that I wish to put myself on display?" the colonel glared at his cousin.

"I do indeed, Fitzwilliam, for you have always been proud of your musical ability. Do just go forth and appease my sister, rather than entertaining us with your 'arguments.'"

The colonel finally went and settled with his instrument. "If I must perform, you will forgive me if I do not play a Christmas carol, for this is completely unexpected." Turning to Georgiana, he asked, "Do you have the music for the Beethoven Sonata we practised in town?"

"I do." Georgiana grinned, pointing to the music already in front of her.

Fitzwilliam took a deep breath and composed himself as he began to play. He seemed to lose himself in the music, and it proved an enjoyable performance.

Little Jamie was asleep in his mother's lap, and Colin was nearly so, leaning against her. Mr. Gardiner requested the nurse and his carriage, and everyone sang While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks at Night, before the Gardiner children were bundled up and sent back to Longbourn with their nurse.

Cards were suggested, and tables were set up for the remainder of the evening. As Mrs. Bennet approached Jane, she was interrupted by Mrs. Gardiner, and Bingley quickly directed his betrothed to a table for four with Elizabeth and Darcy.

Elizabeth wasted no time in taking her sister's hand. "Are you well, Jane?"

Squeezing her sister's hand tightly, Jane replied, "I am well, Lizzy, but I fear for my sanity if Mama persists in talking of wedding arrangements until April. She has scarce left my side since your wedding breakfast yesterday."

"We shall have to think of what to do then. In the meantime, we owe our gratitude for Aunt Gardiner for her intervention." Elizabeth smiled and Jane nodded.

The foursome chatted more than they actually played, and aside from the newlyweds' solitude, it was the best, most comfortable company they had found in more than a week.

Anne was the first to claim a need to retire, and Georgiana quickly agreed it would be best for her to go as well. They said their goodnights, and along with Lady Pamela and Catey, left for their chambers.

When Darcy noticed Kitty yawning a short time later, he suggested it was time for Elizabeth and him to depart, a suggestion quickly mimicked by Mr. Bennet, and everyone began to go their separate ways. Darcy wasted no time acquiring their coats, and he and his wife were soon walking back to their cottage.

They again dismissed Wilson and Eleanor promptly, then retired to their chambers. Once there, they wasted no time in proving the servants unnecessary for the tasks at hand

Chapter 33

Posted on August 28, 2008

When Elizabeth woke, something seemed odd. She felt... She felt like someone was watching her. Then she felt his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

As her eyelids began to flutter open, her husband kissed her brow. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Darcy."

Her bleary eyes took a moment to find the ones gazing at her, but when they met, she smiled. "Merry Christmas, my love."

They did not remove themselves from the bed for some time, but when they did, Elizabeth noticed the blazing fire and the missing dogs.

"You must have been up early, Fitzwilliam!"

"I was not awake much earlier than you, in fact; simply long enough to call for breakfast and have the dogs taken out."

Darcy pulled the bell, and in seemingly no time, Eleanor, followed by Sirius and Milton, arrived with the breakfast tray. Darcy thanked his wife's maid as she set out the meal and he and Elizabeth greeted their dogs.

Once Eleanor was gone, the Darcys ate a leisurely breakfast, talking, touching, gazing and, of course, sharing muffins with the dogs.

When they were nearly finished, Darcy grasped his wife's hand. "I have a present for you, my love." He reached his free hand into the pocket of his dressing gown and pulled out a small box, which he handed to her.

She smiled shyly as she accepted it, and colour infused her cheeks as she opened it to find a simple, yet elegant emerald necklace and earrings.

"We have many fine family jewels, but few I thought you would find appropriate for day to day or for church; and when I saw these, I thought of you."

"They are lovely." Elizabeth said, lightly brushing the stones with her fingertips. "I have something for you too."

She got up from the table, then disappeared into their chamber, returning a moment later with a small paper-wrapped parcel and handing it to him. "Merry Christmas, Fitzwilliam."

As he pulled back the paper, he smiled. Inside were four crisp white linen handkerchiefs, each with different embroidery. Two bore his initials, another had a very neat seal.

"They are beautiful, Elizabeth." he said, taking the one with the crest and unfolding it before running his thumb over the embroidery. "I shall use this one today. Thank you." He leaned forward and kissed his wife.

Their kisses grew more ardent, but they knew there was no time. Pulling back suddenly, he said, "If we do not get ready soon, we shall be late for church."

They quickly ate a few more bites before going their separate ways to dress for the day.

They arrived in front of Longbourn Church an hour and a half later. Darcy assisted his wife from their conveyance, and they joined their families before entering the building.

Pastor Johnson led an inspirational service, reminding everyone of the day's holiness, and afterwards, he joined the Bennets and their guests at Longbourn.

The Christmas Day celebrations were more subdued compared to the evening before. Gifts were given to each of the children before they departed with their nurse, and the remainder of the day was spent with everyone visiting and conversing.

Elizabeth and Darcy were speaking with Colonel Fitzwilliam when they were joined by a less than jovial Mr. Bingley. Knowing something was amiss, Elizabeth looked about the room at her first opportunity, trying to find Jane. It was not difficult, for as expected, she was at her mother's side.

Darcy and Elizabeth moved a couple of times to speak with others, and each time Bingley accompanied them. Never seeing Jane apart from her mother, Elizabeth excused herself to see if she could be of use to her sister.

She joined Mrs. Bennet and Jane while they were speaking with Pastor Johnson, and as soon as she could, she asked to speak privately with Jane for a few minutes. Mrs. Bennet sputtered, and was clearly not pleased, but it would have been more embarrassing for her to deny them, and she finally nodded her assent.

Elizabeth led her sister to a far corner of the room, where they sat together on a small chaise.

"I take it Mama is still speaking of your wedding." Elizabeth patted Jane's hand.

"She speaks of nothing else, and has even run off Charles." Tears began to well in her eyes. "This morning, Aunt Gardiner suggested I return to town so she could help me shop for my trousseau. Mama was thrilled with the offer, but insisted she must go as well."

"I must think; perhaps there is something I can do."

"You should be thinking about leaving for Pemberley in two days. I am sure all will be fine with Aunt Gardiner's assistance." Jane tried not to sigh, but Elizabeth still heard it.

Darcy and Bingley joined them a few minutes later, and accompanied the sisters to the dinner table.

Mrs. Bennet tried to catch her eldest's attention, but the Darcys and Bingley led the way Mr. Bennet's end of the table. She found there was little time for disappointment though, as her hostessing duties took priority, and Mrs. Bennet was an excellent hostess. Her table was impressive, laden with turkeys, pheasant and fish, not to mention several corner dishes and a beautiful plum pudding.

Elizabeth could not help glancing at her elder sister frequently as they ate. Though clearly more at ease than she had been earlier, Jane was quieter than usual. Her mother's relentlessness was obviously weighing upon her.

The party separated after the meal, and Mrs. Bennet wasted no time claiming Jane. Elizabeth started speaking with her Aunt Gardiner, who tried to alleviate her niece's concerns. In time she began to relax as her aunt was sure she could help find ways to occupy Mrs. Bennet and allow Jane some freedom.

Feeling better, Elizabeth eagerly joined Anne and Lady Sherwood. They spoke some of their plans to return to town the next day, and of their hopes of returning to their estate soon thereafter; as soon as the doctor gave Anne leave to travel so far.

"And you leave Friday for Pemberley?" Lady Sherwood asked, and Elizabeth nodded. "You will love it there, Elizabeth. My sister, Anne, made it such a lovely home, and even with some updating in recent years, Fitzwilliam has kept it so."

"Everyone makes it sound so wonderful, Aunt Juliet. I am eager to see the house and meet Mrs. Reynolds; but more than anything, I look forward to exploring the many paths Fitzwilliam has described. Pemberley sounds like Paradise."

The gentlemen returned a few minutes later and Darcy was promptly at his wife's side, as was Lord Sherwood. Darcy and Elizabeth continued visiting with his relatives for some time before Darcy led her to the quiet chaise in the corner.

They sat, and Darcy took her hand. "I am glad you do not seem as distressed as earlier, my love. Though I notice you are still watching Jane..."

Elizabeth nodded. "I am worried for her, but she insists she will be fine, and my Aunt Gardiner has assured me she will do her best to have my mother and Jane attending different matters." She sighed. "Mama is being so much harder on Jane than she was with me. I can only think it is because Jane will not resist her efforts or that she thinks Mr. Bingley far too affable to cross her..."

Darcy unconsciously traced designs on her palm with his thumb. "After speaking with Bingley and your uncle, I have been thinking that perhaps we should stay in town a few days before we go home to Pemberley. You would be able to take her to the finest shops in Mayfair; and perhaps that might convince Mrs. Bennet, or more likely, your father, that her presence in town is unnecessary."

Gazing up with hopeful eyes, she asked, "I thought you were needed at Pemberley immediately?"

"We must return soon; but a few days shall not affect us terribly. I would much prefer to see you happy; and I would be pleased to be of help to Jane and Bingley."

Elizabeth squeezed her husband's hand as she gazed adoringly at him. "You truly are the best of men, Fitzwilliam!"

Before the couple left for the evening, they sought a few minutes alone with Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth carefully explained the advantages she could offer Jane, thus making it unnecessary to incommode the Gardiners, whose carriage and house were already quite full.

Mr. Bennet agreed that the idea had merit, but Mrs. Bennet was torn. She was thrilled at the opportunity for Jane, but distressed at the idea of missing it herself.

"Well, if you are going to London, Lizzy, Jane and I could travel and stay with you."

"Mrs. Bennet!" admonished her husband. "Even I shall not agree to that. Darcy and Lizzy have made a very generous offer, especially as concern for us should be the last thing on their minds so soon after their own wedding." He then turned to his daughter and son-in-law. "We shall discuss this tonight, and I shall send a note in the morning. Thank you for your generosity, son, Lizzy."

With the issue addressed, Darcy and Elizabeth soon departed for the serenity of their cottage, and settled in for the night quite comfortably.

They did not leave the cottage the next day, and the only word from without was a short missive from Mr. Bennet informing them that the Gardiners and Jane had departed early that morning, unaccompanied by Mrs. Bennet, and inviting them to break their fast at Longbourn the next morning as they left the region.

Darcy jotted off a short reply, accepting the offer, and left it in Wilson's care before returning his attention to his wife for the remainder of the day.

Darcy and Elizabeth rose early Friday morning and quickly consumed a pot of tea and shared a few muffins before dressing in warm travelling clothes.

They did not stay long at Longbourn, merely enough to quell their appetites and say their farewells. Tears ran down Elizabeth's cheeks as she hugged her father. "Thank you for everything, Papa. I shall miss you dearly."

"As shall I, my Lizzy. You have done well for yourself; I do not think you could have found another man half so deserving as Mr. Darcy."

Shortly thereafter, a new coach containing a content husband, wife and bloodhound, and pursued by a Dalmatian, left the county of Hertfordshire via the London road

Chapter 34

Posted on September 4, 2008

The rumble of the carriage wheels as they entered the cobblestone streets of London caused Elizabeth to stir.

Noticing this, as he had every other movement as she slept, her husband tightened his embrace and kissed her brow. "Did you sleep well, my love?"

A content grin slowly spread across her features. "I did." she replied quietly. "I do not believe I have ever travelled so comfortably."

"Indeed. I am much pleased with this carriage; it is well sprung." he added, sounding quite serious.

"It is lovely; and I have never been in finer. However, my dear," She turned her head and moved her eyes upwards until their gazes met. "I believe I thought only of my pillow."

Darcy grinned mischievously and nearly growled, "I am glad to hear it." before his lips seized hers.

It would only be a few minutes before they reached the house, so their kiss did not last long. Darcy was soon seated opposite his wife, adjusting his waistcoat and cravat while she repaired her hairpins and replaced her bonnet.

When better prepared, they opened the shades, and Elizabeth gazed out the window at the fine shops and large houses along Oxford Street.

"It will be but a moment." Darcy said as they turned onto Davies Street; and when the carriage stopped, Elizabeth had to fight her jaw's urge to drop in awe.

While not as ornate as some of the facades they had passed, the house where they had stopped was immense, with small well-tended gardens behind wrought iron fences on either side of the stairs. To her, it was simply the most beautiful townhouse she had ever seen.

Elizabeth met her husband's eyes and noticed his smile as he assisted her from the carriage, and with what seemed a strange combination of pride and relief, stated. "You approve."

Squeezing his hand, she replied, "I see nothing of which I cannot approve."

He took his wife's arm, and when Sirius was on the ground beside Milton, led her up the stairs. The door was promptly opened, and inside the huge entry hall, Elizabeth could see a grand staircase and marble floors; but most importantly, right inside stood a long row of servants, eager to greet their master and new mistress.

She was introduced to the entire staff and hoped she could remember all of their names. At the bare minimum, she could not forget Mrs. Leigh, the housekeeper or Flemming, the butler.

While they waited for their tea, Darcy took Elizabeth on a short tour of the principal rooms, including his study and the library. He then led her upstairs to their suites, where tea had been set up on a table in the mistress' sitting room. As they warmed up, Milton, followed by Sirius, trotted through the open door into the master's sitting room, where they could hear him loudly lapping water. The couple had just started speaking again, when both dogs returned; Milton carried the orange slipper in his mouth and plopped contentedly before the fire.

Elizabeth smirked. "I have not seen Milton's trophy in some time."

Darcy blushed. "Wilson had packed it away. I did not wish for it to appear with so many relatives around. As we are alone, and you apparently approve of... it... I expect there is no problem with him possessing it."

Grinning, Elizabeth patted her husband's hand. "There is no problem at all. I am quite pleased with the services he has provided."

After their tea, they separated long enough to bathe and have their basic needs attended. Even in the finest coaches, travelling was tiresome and dirty. With just more than two hours until dinner, and no intentions of leaving their quarters, they dressed simply and Elizabeth left her hair unbound to dry.

Both recovering pens and their monogrammed stationery, husband and wife settled at the mistress' table, side by side, to write notes to their aunts, much as they had done at Longbourn when announcing their engagement little more than a month before. Has it really been but a month?

Elizabeth invited Jane and her aunt to meet her at the townhouse the next morning to begin shopping for Jane's trousseau at some of the fashionable shops in the neighbourhood.

Darcy chose to write to his own aunt, asking that if she could spare the time, he would wish for her to use her knowledge and contacts in many exclusive boutiques to aide in the endeavour.

The letters were dispatched, and they relaxed in each other's company until it was time to prepare for dinner. They might have preferred to remain alone in their quarters for the remainder of the night, but even in their own home, they had to adhere to the expectations of propriety.

Thus, they gave themselves over to the ministrations of Wilson and Eleanor, and dressed to dine in a small corner of a large dining-room table. Afterwards, they toured a few more rooms, until settling into the music room, where both sat before the pianoforte while Elizabeth played.

While there, they received replies from both aunts; both were quite happy to join Elizabeth, and Lady Sherwood added that it would be a good opportunity to get some new dresses for Anne.

The couple was followed by their dogs as they retired early that evening; and while tea and muffins were sent to this mistress' sitting room early the next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy did not emerge until much later than the master's usual wont.

Still, Mrs. Darcy was ready for her outing well before the other ladies arrived, and Darcy remained at her side until they departed.

Lady Sherwood saw the shopping party into all the best shops on Bond Street, where the merchants were eager to please one of their most illustrious patrons and the new Mrs. Darcy. The ladies leisurely admired the wares at the milliners and examined the design books at the modistes while Jane and Anne were measured and aided in their selections.

As she sat in Mrs. Duval's shop, Elizabeth watched as the proprietress assisted Jane. The lady held up various fabrics, and explained why certain styles would be more becoming on her than others.

When Jane had questions, Lady Sherwood and Mrs. Gardiner were more than happy to advise her, and everyone was pleased with the results. True, Lady Sherwood had a tendency to choose very fine laces and trims, which was a novelty to Jane, but there was never any argument over how deeply to cut the neckline or how much lace to apply.

Anne was also relishing the attention, as she had never been to a proper modiste, and the choices her aunt left to her discretion were much more liberal than her mother had ever allowed.

For the most part, Georgiana was content to sit with Elizabeth and browse the sketch books, but when she found a design she simply adored, her aunt brought Elizabeth into the conversation, and soon the dress, with a few minor modifications, was being ordered for the girl.

When the chattering and laughing group of ladies returned to the townhouse on Davies Street, it was nearly dusk. They were tired from their outing, but had enjoyed the venture immensely. As such, they spent very little time saying their goodbyes, though before departing, Jane hugged her sister, saying, "Thank you for all this, Lizzy. I had dreaded the idea of shopping for my trousseau, but this was nothing like I had imagined earlier."

Once the ladies were gone, Darcy wasted no time in leading his wife to the privacy of their chambers. Though little time remained before they would have to prepare for dinner, Elizabeth sat in Darcy's lap on the sofa and gave him a brief summary of the outing. Occasionally they would kiss or reach up and touch the other's face or hair, but for the most part, they simply enjoyed the closeness.

As expected, they did soon venture from their rooms for dinner, then settled into the library, where they shared a book of Shakespeare sonnets. Both proved quite adept at quoting their favourites, and the book was only opened on occasion when they discussed or debated details of a poem.

They retired at the earliest they felt propriety would allow, and took full advantage of the privacy.

Elizabeth was the first to wake on Sunday morning, perfectly comfortable, wrapped within Darcy's arms. How quickly she had become accustomed to the securing warmth of his embrace. As she moved a little and turned over, she found herself grateful for her husband's large bed, which provided ample room for the two of them, as well as their dogs. Milton and Sirius slept soundly by her feet.

This morning, it was her turn to watch her beloved wake. He looked so peaceful with his closed eyes, smooth brow and slow breaths. She lay beside him for a some time, simply studying the line of his jaw, the shape of his lips... his stubble... Finally, unable to resist any longer, she reached up and touched his cheek, slowly sliding her fingers towards his chin. She loved him; there was no other way to explain what she felt in her heart as she watched him slumber.

Elizabeth was so entranced watching his countenance, she did not notice his hand. When it grasped hers, she started, and once her heart slowed again, she caught the boyish grin on her husband's face, still resting upon the pillow with his eyes closed. "Teasing, teasing man." she muttered before her lips were captured.

Being newly married and not officially in town, the Darcys could easily have foregone church, but such was not their way. After a light breakfast of muffins and tea, they dressed and departed for St. George's Hanover Square. They entered shortly before services were to begin, and settled into a pew a bit further back than usual, but one where they were less likely to be observed, and more likely to depart easily after the service.

The lesson was a typical for the season, but very well delivered by the young minister; and they were glad they had decided to attend.

As they waited to depart, Darcy introduced a few of the nearby people. All offered kind congratulations, and as soon as they could, the Darcys made their way to the door where they were greeted by the Reverend, Mr. Messick, then returned to their house.

While they walked, Darcy explained that he had known Mr. Messick many years; the third son of an earl, he had attended Cambridge at the same time as Darcy. Once home, the couple did their best to sequester themselves for the remainder of the day.

Having never paid more attention to Georgiana's purchases when out with her aunt than settling the bills, Darcy had not believed the stories he had heard of how women loved to shop. Needless to say, he was astonished when he was advised that the ladies planned another outing on Monday. He soon resigned himself to acceptance, yet was still surprised to find the outcome much like Saturday.

Tuesday, at least, was meant to be quieter. Lady Sherwood had other obligations, so Elizabeth joined her sister and aunt at Gracechurch Street while her husband and Bingley visited Angelo's. The gentlemen would join the party at the Gardiners' in the afternoon.

As such, Mrs. Gardiner and her nieces visited a few of her favourite nearby shops and then returned to her home to sort through Jane's purchases. They were sitting in the parlour drinking tea and talking merrily when the gentlemen joined them.

"Did you enjoy your sport?" Elizabeth asked her husband as he sat beside her.

Kissing her hand and retaining it in his, he answered, "It was excellent exercise, and a reminder that I should practice more." Dropping his voice a little, he added, "At least I am still able to best Bingley."

Mrs. Gardiner served tea to the gentlemen and talk became more general. It had been a pleasant half hour when Darcy suggested it was time for him and his wife to leave.

As they had invited them earlier, Elizabeth was just confirming when the Gardiners and Jane would arrive at the townhouse for dinner, when a servant entered the room with an express for Jane. All were surprised, and Jane opened it immediately. As she read, her hands began to tremble and tears filled her eyes.

Bingley looked tormented, having no idea how to respond. Instinct told him to pull Jane into his arms, but he knew such an action was unacceptable.

Elizabeth, however, was instantly at her sister's side, partially sitting in the corner of the sofa between Jane and its arm. She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and quietly asked, "Jane, what is it? Is everyone well?"

Jane bit her lip, but could not speak. The tears began to roll down her cheeks as she looked imploringly towards her sister. Finally, she held forth the missive for her sister to take.

Elizabeth immediately recognized the hand that had penned it.

31 December 1811

Your mother,
F Bennet

Elizabeth rubbed her sister's back and looked up at her concerned husband. She held up the note, and when he took it, she wrapped her free arm around Jane, pulling her closer. "It shall be all right, Jane. All will be well. Somehow...all will be well.

Chapter 35

Posted on September 11, 2008

As the Darcys returned to their house, Elizabeth looked sadly at her husband. "What are we to do, Fitzwilliam? Is there anything to be done for Jane?"

Darcy leaned forward and took her hand. "While you were calming your sister, Bingley and I spoke at length." He bit his lip, then looked directly at his wife. "I believe we have a plan... if you think Jane will agree."

He explained everything to her, and when they arrived at the house, Darcy immediately began making his arrangements while Elizabeth planned for their dinner guests.

A few hours later, when the Gardiners and Jane arrived, they were greeted warmly by the Darcys and Mr. Bingley. They were also introduced to the other gentleman in attendance. "May I introduce my friend, the Reverend, Mr. Henry Messick. He is a friend of Bingley's and mine since our Cambridge days, and as Elizabeth and I are here but a week, we thought to include him this evening."

Discourse flowed smoothly, though Jane was exceedingly quiet. It was clear she was trying to enjoy herself, though her mind was much engaged.

Just before dinner was announced, Elizabeth took Jane aside to speak privately. "Are you faring any better, Jane?" she asked.

"Perhaps a little." Jane squeezed her sister's hand tightly. "I just wish... She has been so... so obsessive, Lizzy. We have had such a nice time these past few days, and now Mama is coming, and she has all but said she will not cease speaking of the wedding." Tears began to fill Jane's eyes anew.

"Jane," Elizabeth began, selecting her words carefully, "did Mr. Bingley tell you that his solicitor applied for a Special License?"

Jane nodded.

"And did he tell you that he received the license on Monday?"

Nodding again, Jane almost inaudibly added, "He showed it to me. We were so happy."

"I do not suppose you know that he has the license with him tonight."

Jane looked at her sister questioningly.

Elizabeth assured her, "He does." Then taking a deep breath, Elizabeth reached for her sister's other hand as well. "I know Papa will be displeased, at least for a while, and Mama would be very unhappy... but you are of age, and within this house right now are Mr. Bingley, a Special License and a minister.

"Mr. Bingley was terribly worried seeing you so upset this afternoon, as were we all. You should think on what I have told you, and if you wish, speak to Mr. Bingley, and make a decision." Elizabeth looked into her sister's tearful eyes again. "We all love you very much, Jane; and at this moment, our only desire is for your happiness."

Jane said nothing for a time as she bit her lip. Finally, just above a whisper, she said, "You seem very happy since you married Mr. Darcy..." She quickly averted her gaze towards the floor.

Trying to get her sister to look her in the eye, Elizabeth answered in her most assuring voice, "I am very happy, Jane. Every aspect of marriage to Mr. Darcy has been wonderful." Elizabeth patted her sister's hand.

"Thank you, Lizzy." Jane whispered.

After a couple more minutes, during which very little else was spoken between the sisters, they returned to the others, or more specifically, their gentlemen. Elizabeth slipped into the conversation, and ensuring the Gardiners and Mr. Messick were engaged, allowed Bingley the opportunity to withdraw and speak quietly with Jane. She had done her part; anything that would happen now was up to her sister.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Leigh entered the room to inform her mistress that dinner was ready, and Elizabeth, in turn, invited her guests to adjourn to the dining-room.

With a glance at his friend and new sister, Darcy offered his arm to his wife. In a nearly automatic move, it was promptly accepted.

As her husband began to lead her from the room, Elizabeth looked back to ensure the Gardiners and Mr. Messick were following. Grasping for something to say to keep the guests' attention directed towards the front of the group, she ventured, "I hope you shall enjoy this, Aunt. We have a most wonderful cook."

As expected, at least by the Darcys, Bingley and Jane followed, but trailed well behind the others. When they reached the table, they took the two remaining chairs, across from each other, and on either side of their hostess.

Elizabeth tried to attend the lively conversation that occupied most of the table, but she was often distracted by the near silent pair at her sides. While Bingley and Jane spoke little to anyone, even each other, Elizabeth was somehow certain they were engaging in a sort of silent discourse. She tried diligently to focus on her duties as hostess and attended the others.

Servants came and went, courses changed, yet through most of the meal, the dynamic did not.

Not sure what exactly drew her attention, Elizabeth knew her suspicions had proved correct as Jane nodded her head slightly, with a light blush and a shy smile. A broad grin spread across Bingley's face. A similar method was employed by Elizabeth as she relayed the information to Darcy.

During the final course, Bingley and Jane gradually joined the others on the topic of Perceval's decline, something on which everyone had an opinion.

When they finished, Darcy faced his wife. "Dinner was perfect. Thank you, Mrs. Darcy. We shall remain a few minutes, and join you shortly."

Nodding, Elizabeth replied in kind, "Certainly, we shall be in the drawing-room." She then rose from the table and led her aunt and sister from the room.

The moment the footman closed the drawing-room door behind the ladies, Jane hugged her sister. "Oh, thank you, Lizzy!" The grin was apparent in her voice, and Elizabeth was certain she felt a tear hit her shoulder.

Happily embracing her sister, Elizabeth replied, "I believe I have thought only of your happiness, Jane. I could not bear your grief this afternoon."

Mrs. Gardiner looked on, not certain of what had transpired during the evening, even though she had been aware, even before dinner, something had.

When the sisters broke apart, Jane grasped Elizabeth's hand and turned towards the other lady. "Aunt Marianne, I hope you will support us in this, but... even if you do not," she squeezed Elizabeth's hand, "I am of age, and I have decided to marry Mr. Bingley tonight."

Her aunt looked astonished at the news, but not upset. After watching her speechless aunt for a minute, Jane resumed. "Lizzy and Mr. Darcy have helped Mr. Bingley with the arrangements, but the decision was left to me, and I considered it carefully."

Mrs. Gardiner watched her nieces closely, giving each other support as they had always done. Finally, the older woman spoke. "I understand why you wish to do this, but do you realize the implications of marrying quickly? It might not have been an issue but for Lydia's quick wedding."

"I have thought about it, Aunt." Jane released Elizabeth's hand and took her aunt's, leading her to the nearest sofa, where they sat. "Charles and I had discussed that before today; our actions have been completely above reproach. The only likely gossip would be in Meryton, and they have been talking of our attachment for months already. I would not be surprised that in my absence, Mama has been telling anyone who will listen of her plans for my wedding. They will likely understand my choice.

"I do love my mother, and I shall be sorry to disappoint her, but I can no longer allow her to control my life. I will marry Charles, and live under his protection. I will be mistress of my own home, and my own life." Jane's voice was confident, and never wavered. "I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life as Mrs. Charles Bingley."

"But what of your father?" Mrs. Gardiner asked.

Jane wished to look to Elizabeth to support, but did not. She looked into her aunt's eyes and answered, "I shall write him tonight, before we leave here. I know he will not be pleased, but when he realizes my reasons, he will understand. I also suspect that when he learns of Lizzy's involvement, he will forgive me, if for no other reason than he could not remain angry at her."

"And if he does not?" prompted her aunt.

Jane closed her eyes and gathered her strength. "I pray that will not be the case, but I am prepared to live with the consequences."

Mrs. Gardiner took Jane's hand and squeezed it. She met Jane's look with a smile. "It does sound as though you have considered this carefully. While I would prefer you wait, if you are absolutely certain, you have my support."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt!" Jane sat straighter and smiled brightly.

Elizabeth sat down beside her sister and began to explain how the idea had been formed, but before long, they were joined by the gentlemen.

Mr. Gardiner briefly questioned Jane, but assured she knew her own mind, added his approval to the sudden wedding.

With this news, Darcy sent a messenger off with notes already written to Bingley's man and to the Gardiners' housekeeper. Mr. Bingley, finding no reason to delay produced the Special License and a small gold ring.

Elizabeth took a long look at her sister. Being her best dress, Jane had worn the blue gown made by Mrs. Ashley to dinner at the Darcys'; and the hint of pink that suffused her delicate features and her shy smile only enhanced her beauty.

When Mr. Messick was ready, he began the ceremony with no pomp or circumstance; Jane and Bingley stood side by side as he recited the causes for marriage and began to lead the couple in their vows. Soon they were hand in hand, and Bingley slid the ring onto Jane's finger. With a blessing upon the union, the minister declared them man and wife.

Mr. Messick produced his register, and once it was signed, the festivities began. Flemming entered with a bottle of Clicquot 1802 champagne, and a pair of maids brought a fruit cake and glasses.

Darcy made a toast to the future of Mr. and Mrs. Bingley, and the group sat in the drawing-room eating cake and talking. The young couples began to discuss their more immediate plans with Darcy's announcement that since Mrs. Bingley would no longer require her sister's presence, he and his wife would depart on Thursday for Pemberley.

The Bingleys would remain at Mivart's for a few days before returning to Netherfield. Mr. Bingley would write his sisters on the morrow -- they would be familiar enough with his penmanship to discern the news -- and likely visit the Francises and Caroline again as they departed the city.

Jane's missive to her father could wait no longer though, and once Elizabeth provided her with paper and a quill, she sat down to write. When she was done, she handed the letter to her sister, asking her to review it.

31 December 1811

Dearest Papa,

I fear you shall be disappointed in me, but I have had to listen to my heart and my conscience. Nearly an hour ago, the Darcys' minister here in London presided over my wedding. I am now Mrs. Charles Bingley.

I must tell you, Papa, I was willing to wait until April, though I had wished for an earlier date. However, I have no regrets for choosing to seize the opportunity to wed this evening.

You are well aware of how Mama behaved over Christmas, and were apprised of her intentions had she accompanied me to town.

I am so grateful to Lizzy for changing her plans to accommodate me, and it has been a wonderful experience shopping in the company of Lady Sherwood, Miss De Bourgh and Miss Darcy as well as Lizzy and Aunt Gardiner. The companionship and respect among these women is unlike anything I have known before.

Today, however, all I have come to appreciate these past days seemed to be wrested from my grasp by the arrival of an express from Mama, stating she would arrive here tomorrow by post. She seems compelled to spend every waking minute with me, planning her perfect wedding.

I am sorry, Papa. I do love her, but I can no longer submit to her whims. When Mr. Darcy's friend, the minister, joined us for dinner tonight, the opportunity was perfect, and the choice to marry now was clear.

Lizzy and Mr. Darcy are very happy for us, and Uncle and Aunt Gardiner were swayed by my conviction and our assurance we had considered the issues at hand. They have given us their support, and even signed the registry as our witnesses.

I am so happy, Papa, and my only concern is having disappointed you. I pray for your forgiveness.

I shall write again in a few days. For now, please advise Mama that her trip to Town is no longer necessary.

Thus, I sign myself,
Your loving daughter,
Jane Bingley

Mr. Messick left almost immediately thereafter, giving Elizabeth some time to say farewell to her aunt and uncle, as they would not see each other until spring.

When the Gardiners had departed as well, Mr and Mrs. Darcy decided to retire, and as they ascended the stairs, arm in arm, followed by Milton and Sirius, Elizabeth said, "Thank you so much for helping Jane, Fitzwilliam."

"I could not watch my new sister, my closest friend, and most especially, my dear wife suffer so. This quick marriage will invite new questions and problems for them, but I believe they will be able to address them together."

They did not speak for a few moments as the footman opened the door to Mr. Darcy's rooms and they entered, bidding him good night.

Elizabeth had thought to speak further on her sister's marriage, yet the topic slipped from their minds once they reached their rooms and dismissed Wilson and Eleanor for the night. Soon they were quite occupied preparing themselves, and each other, for bed

Chapter 36

Posted on September 18, 2008

Everyone in the Darcy townhouse was awake and busy preparing for the couple's departure well before dawn. Whether making breakfast or packing lunch, heating bricks, harnessing the horses or seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were dressed in their warmest travelling clothes, the house was alive with activity in order that the Darcys could leave at first light.

With limited daylight and unknown winter conditions, they needed to take advantage of every minute of light available to them.

The sun was not even above the horizon as Darcy assisted his wife into the carriage. Given the chill and the early hour, they settled in side by side under a warmed, heavy rug, and with heated bricks at their feet. A moment later, Sirius lay upon his cushion, and very soon, their journey began.

Their carriage was followed by another, laden with their trunks and also conveying some servants, including Wilson and Eleanor. Normally, they would have been sent ahead by at least a couple of hours, but the Darcys planned to travel from dawn until dusk, and they could not be certain of the weather in the north. Therefore the carriages would remain together for the journey.

For nearly the first hour, as they travelled through, then departed the streets of London, the Darcys nestled quietly, occasionally speaking of nothing of import.

Deciding there was enough light to read, Elizabeth moved in order to retrieve one of the books they had brought. It was enough for them to realize how cold it had become in the carriage. Darcy reached for a large satchel on the other seat, and opened it to remove a new, warmed rug, wrapped around some still warm bricks. He placed the bricks on the floor, and pulling Elizabeth back into his embrace, covered them with the rugs.

They took turns reading Shelley's Denham. Darcy helped his wife from the conveyance and into the inn, where they planned to remain a full half hour, in order that everyone had a chance to warm themselves, as well as getting the bricks reheated and the rugs rewarmed.

The couple found a table near the front of the establishment, and once seated, ordered coffee and hot savoury muffins.

When Eleanor entered a moment later, Darcy excused himself to look out the front window, where the second coach had stopped. Eleanor used the opportunity to ensure that Mrs. Darcy's needs were being met, and after assuring her mistress was well, she departed to join the other servants as they partook of the warmth and sustenance.

Darcy returned to his wife almost immediately. They took their time consuming their light, but warming repast, even though Elizabeth could recognize her husband's eagerness to be on their way again. When he noticed activity near the carriage, Darcy excused himself to watch from the window as the new horses were harnessed.

Elizabeth observed him for a while, then began to prepare herself to depart. When she looked at the table, she noticed the one muffin remained on the tray. Wrapping it in a handkerchief, she placed it in her reticule. It would be a nice treat for the dogs when they reached their next stop.

Darcy returned to the table a minute later and assisted Elizabeth with her fur lined pelisse before donning his heavy greatcoat. Once they were ready, they returned to the carriage and were soon back on the northbound road. The rest of the day followed the same pattern, travelling about two hours and stopping again. It was starting to get dark when the carriage pulled into the little town of Bromham.

The innkeeper offered them his best rooms, and hot water was being carried up even before the second carriage arrived. By the time their tubs were filled, Wilson and Eleanor had seen the trunks taken upstairs and were ready to be of use.

Elizabeth enjoyed the hot bath, and when she was done, Eleanor had everything she needed unpacked and ready. Once dressed, Elizabeth dismissed her maid for the night and joined her husband for dinner.

Observing their dogs sleeping contentedly by the fire, they left the room and descended the stairs to dine in the inn's tavern, hoping to hear news from the north. Unfortunately, there were few other travellers, and not one had come from as far as Derbyshire.

Afterwards, the Darcys returned to their rooms for the night, with no need or desire for anyone but the other. They entertained themselves for a time, then retired early, preparing for another day much the same as this.

Again they woke before dawn and were ready to depart at first light. The day proceeded much as the one before, and by nightfall they had made Lutterworth.

This inn was a little more crowded than the one the night before, but they met a gentleman travelling from Lancaster, who told them that there had been a great snowfall two days prior. The Darcys were surprised to learn he had been in Lambton since that day; and he confirmed that barring a new storm, the main roads were now quite passable.

With that good news, they visited with the gentleman a bit longer before retiring, again to rooms inhabited only by their dogs; for like the night before, they had dismissed Wilson and Eleanor before dinner.

The Darcys left the inn at dawn on Saturday, hoping to arrive at Pemberley mid-afternoon. Those plans, however, were thwarted when snow began falling. Fortunately it was light, but unwilling to take any chances, they stopped immediately upon reaching the next town, despite it not being their intended destination for this leg of the journey.

The inn was small, but Mr. Cooper, the owner, was very accommodating to the Darcys and their servants. He quickly provided steaming tea and a hot, hearty lunch for all; and though he seemed surprised at first, he was agreeable to allowing Milton and Sirius to sleep by the front door.

Elizabeth watched her husband with concern. He looked out the window often as they ate, but once they were finished, he positioned himself by the window, staring out at the snow. His stiff posture and distant gaze reminded her of the Fitzwilliam Darcy she had first met. She had not seen him like this for some time.

When she could take it no longer, she walked over to him and placed her hand on his arm.

He started, then looked at her with a very small smile. "Elizabeth." He simply looked at her for a long moment, then sighed. "I so wanted to make Pemberley today, for you to see our home."

Elizabeth squeezed his arm and spoke quietly. "I do wish to see Pemberley, Fitzwilliam, but if we must wait, so be it. Troubling your mind over it will not make the storm move faster."

Eventually, she convinced him to sit with her near the fire, and the next time he looked out, very few flakes were in the sky. Darcy said a little prayer as they returned to the window. They had been at the inn for more than two hours. Still, there was little more than an inch of new snow on the ground. If the skies cleared soon, there would be enough time to try for Pemberley; they were no more than fifteen miles away.

As they watched and waited, the clouds to the north grew thinner and fainter until patches of blue began to appear. There were a few small towns further along the road, so they would easily be able to find shelter should they meet another storm.

The coaches were readied and hot bricks and warm blankets prepared. Soon the Darcys were on their way home.

With new snow on the ground, they travelled slowly. After the first hour, Darcy began looking at his watch every few minutes, and the sixth time he did so, Elizabeth turned and placed her hand on his cheek. "Fitzwilliam, your anxiety will not get us there sooner." She turned her face up and reached to kiss him.

After about a minute, Darcy disengaged their lips and sighed. "I am sorry, Elizabeth. I am simply eager to reach home, and while we are finally approaching Lambton, at this pace, it will be nearly an hour more."

"We will not be risking the light, shall we?" she inquired with concern.

"No, we should have no trouble arriving before nightfall if we are not stopped again. I am simply tired of travelling, and eager to be home. And more importantly, to share my home with you."

She encouraged him to talk of the house, and the gardens, and the paths they still might be able to use, despite the wintery conditions. They paused the conversation briefly as he pointed out Mrs. Ashley's shop, and a few others Mrs. Gardiner had mentioned, as they drove through Lambton.

Elizabeth was comfortably nestled beside Darcy as he talked. She had not even paid any mind to his hold on her hand until he squeezed it, pointing out the window with his free hand. "Lizzy! Look!"

She had to move to see what he was looking at, but when she did, she noticed that what had been a low stone wall was gradually increasing in height, and up ahead, it met with a tall, stone column.

It, like its mate on the other side of the drive, must have been at least seven feet tall, and just above the middle of each, etched neatly into a single block of limestone was the name, PEMBERLEY.

Squeezing his hand, Elizabeth grinned and gazed at her husband lovingly. "We are here."

"With these conditions, it shall still be at least ten minutes before we see the house." They sat quietly, watching the snow-laden trees as they passed.

Eventually, the carriage began to slow, and Elizabeth looked at her husband. The grin on his face told her he had expected this. Looking out the window, she saw the woods come to an end, and as they entered a large clearing, the road turned. From the window, she could see an expansive valley blanketed in white. The trees were sparse, and there was a little snow-covered bridge over a small, frozen stream. Elizabeth was most impressed as she gazed down upon the large, handsome stone building situated almost as if it had grown there. Even blanketed in white, she had never seen a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste.

The other carriage passed them as they sat looking over the estate, and a moment later, Sirius nudged them, as if trying to understand what they were doing.

Darcy looked at the dog, and then his wife. "Would you like to walk to the house? It is exactly half a mile along the road from here. It will allow us to stretch our legs, and watch the sunset."

Elizabeth immediately agreed to the suggestion, so he exited the carriage and assisted his wife and her dog from the conveyance before sending the coachmen on their way.

With smiles on their faces, the couple walked very close together, their arms intertwined, as the pair of dogs scampered about together.

They were not long into their walk when the sun touched the horizon, and colours began to paint the sky and the snow as they approached the house. There was no need for conversation as they simply observed their world. Elizabeth could not imagine a more perfect homecoming.

By the time they reached the house, the sun had disappeared, but with all the snow and the thin cloud cover, it was not yet dark. Darcy whistled for the dogs to come and kissed Elizabeth's hand as they began to ascend the stairs.

As they reached the top, the door opened. Unlike their arrival at the townhouse, here they were met only by four people. Wilson and Eleanor aided in the removal of the couple's heavy outer garments, while the other pair seemed quite happy to greet the dogs, despite their wet, snowy coats.

Once Darcy was able, he turned to the butler and housekeeper, and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, it is my pleasure to introduce your new mistress, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy.

Mr. Reynolds bowed as his wife curtseyed and replied. "It is an honour to welcome you home, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy."

~ * The End * ~