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Chapter 8
Posted on Friday, 22 June 2007
No one was pleased to awake to a crack of thunder again on Wednesday. All had hoped with the rain easing earlier the day before that the relatively dryer state of affairs might have continued throughout the next day. However, all were disappointed as the noisy rhythm of the rain beating against the roof and window panes seemed to go on endlessly.
Almost everyone, except Lydia who chose to sleep in yet again, trudged into breakfast with a noticeable dampening of spirits. Conversation began quietly as most remained sleepy and dull from the incessant watery onslaught. Halfway through the meal, it came to both Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet's attention that conversation continued through Jane's constant efforts. She asked her brother much about his life before learning the truth of his real family and discussed various issues with Mary and Kitty. Both Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth were pleased to note Jane's more cheerful countenance and spirits. By the end of the meal, Jane's efforts to buoy the conversation proved successful in that smiles were more prevalent and eyes more bright.
Once every plate was empty, the entire group trooped into the drawing room with a greater cheerfulness than having started the day with. Each picked up various occupations that were left from the previous evening. Richard settled down to a discussion of books with Mary who took note of some of the titles her brother mentioned and determined to read as many of them as soon as possible. Observing her brother's more informed comments on the subject, Mary felt the need to read up on the subjects they discussed so that she could argue her point in a more knowledgeable way. Elizabeth and Jane sat a little ways off from the group and discussed recent events especially the previous day's revelations. The Earl and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet took to their own little corner where they shared stories of Richard's childhood and the Bennets' lives for the past twenty-eight years. The last person, Kitty, sat at the piano and resolutely practiced what little she had learned, repeating a section until she made very few or no mistakes.
An hour or so after settling down to their various occupations, they heard a knock at the entrance and Hill answering it. Soon, Hill opened the drawing room door to admit a soaked Mr. Denny (1). As soon as he entered, Kitty sat up with a wide smile which caused Richard to raise his eyebrow and share a look with Elizabeth who simply shrugged slightly and smiled.
Although she was just as surprised as everyone else at her unexpected guest, Mrs. Bennet immediately stood and acted the perfect hostess.
"Mr. Denny, it is a pleasure to see you, please take a seat and I will order some tea. We will also see if we can find you something dry. What brings you out in this storm?" Mrs. Bennet enquired.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bennet, but I must decline the tea and dry clothing as I am required to return once I have delivered this missive from Colonel Forster." As he pulled a letter out, he glanced over at Kitty, tilting his head as he noticed her position at the piano before returning his attention to Mrs. Bennet.
Kitty's face fell but she said nothing.
"Colonel Forster directed me to give this to a Colonel Fitzwilliam and to await any reply."
At this, Richard stood to identify himself as he guessed the content of the communiqué, "I am Colonel Fitzwilliam . . . urmmm . . . Mr. Bennet may I use the library for a moment."
Mr. Bennet nodded his assent and Richard left that way after asking Mr. Denny to join him.
A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Denny and the Colonel emerged. Nobody except Kitty missed the relieved smile on Richard's face. Denny took his leave of the Colonel and the Bennets, but before he left he glanced again at Kitty. She had been watching him from the moment he left the library. Denny looked down at the floor, took a deep breath and left.
None of this little interaction went unobserved by the Colonel who determined to learn a little more of Mr. Denny's history with the Bennets. However, a more immediate concern forced him to put it in the back of his mind for now. Deciding that the best time to make his announcement was now, he called for everyone's attention.
"Colonel Forster has just informed me that Mr. Wickham is being transferred today. We are finally going to be able to breathe a little easier with Wickham gone."
Each person let out a sigh of relief, except Kitty, Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam. Catherine's mind remained firmly on the lost opportunity in speaking to Mr. Denny and his all but ignoring her. Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam's thoughts, however, were on a very different track. "What did the Colonel wish to have a response on if he was just informing you of the transfer?" The Earl asked.
"Oh, that. He simply asked if he should send someone with Wickham to ensure he actually arrives at his new post. I told him it might be wise to send two men on the pretence of some kind of business so that he can be assured of Wickham's arrival without it looking like an escort."
The Earl nodded and Mr. Bennet relaxed. "That makes sense. That way it ensures that we do not have to worry about him getting loose on the world again and running into him."
"Indeed. I do not trust Wickham and I want to be absolutely sure of his location so that my sisters are safe from him. This way, I will have the two officer's report to make certain of that."
After the announcement, the low hum of conversation resumed and Kitty became even more single-minded in her practicing. The sounds of the crackling of the fire and the ever present pitter pattering of the rain on the roof and windows led to a cozy and peaceful feeling for all those at Longbourn even though the occasional boom of thunder and flash of lightning made Kitty jump.
Still, the day for letters was not yet over. Just before lunch, the post arrived. All pondered how anyone would be willing to deliver mail in this weather. However, after reading the return address on one particular letter, Mr. Bennet motioned to the Earl and both retreated to the Library. Wondering at what could cause the sudden exit, Elizabeth and Richard looked at each other as if the other could explain what happened.
Meanwhile, both gentlemen were sitting across from each other in silence in the library. Mr. Bennet sat at his desk with the unopened letter in his quavering hands. He swallowed hard as looked at the letter with a mixture of fear, anger, anxiety and loathing. Setting the letter down carefully like one would set a dangerous animal; he took out his handkerchief and wiped his damp hands on it. Edmund Fitzwilliam's reaction was more subdued. He did not shake nor perspire, but simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath to stop the uneasiness in his stomach from growing.
Finally, the Earl broke the silence, "So, Mrs. Smith wrote to you. I knew it would not take very long for her to respond once she received my letter informing her that you and your family are now aware of the situation."
Sighing, Mr. Bennet nodded. "Yes, she has written, but I feel torn. Curiosity and a certain sense of fairness compels me to hear what she has to say, yet anger and bitterness at her act pushes me to throw it into the fire. I know the better choice is to read it and I will, but it is hard to put aside the hurt for the lost years and lost opportunities."
"I know, but let me reassure you about one thing. Based on what I saw when I met her, I feel that she has punished herself far more than either you or I ever could. She blamed herself for twenty-eight years and is a tortured and drained woman. Her health has suffered and has not forgiven herself for what she has done. I feel that the guilt has done more to punish her than not listening to what she has to say every will. In some ways, I think we may come off with the better end of the deal."
Incensed at the Earl's last comment, Mr. Bennet looked up at him in fury. Shaking the letter at the other gentleman, he allowed his rage and resentment to control his reply. "How could that be possible? You sit there and tell me that some good may come out of this? How can being robbed of a son for twenty-eight years be good?"
Edmund Fitzwilliam held up his hands in a calming gesture only allowing the other gentleman to silence himself before responding, "I do not mean to infer that losing out on those precious years was good for you and your wife. I know the strain you and your wife have suffered, how the lack of an heir guided your actions and affected your daily lives. I know you worried over your daughters' futures if something should happen to you (2 & 4). I know you mentioned how your wife's behavior and personality deteriorated because of these worries.
However, I ask you to think for just a moment what the benefits might have been. Would you even still have five wonderful daughters or might you have stopped when difficulties arose during the births? Remember your wife mentioned either a stillbirth or miscarriage at some point. Might, Elizabeth, your favorite, not been born (8)? Even if she had, would you have been as close to her as you are now if Richard had been here? Would any of you have been as grateful for having Richard or would you have taken it for granted that you had an heir?
How many things might have changed for the worse had Richard been raised here? Richard probably would not have joined the army and thus had not had the means to rid the area of someone like Wickham. He probably would not have even known Wickham's real character in any case. Would Richard have made the contacts and connections he did as the younger son of an Earl(3)?
As for my family we are dealing with the pain of not having mourned a child we had never known we lost. At the same time, we have to turn over to you, a son we raised and loved for all these years. Yet, even though it is painful to acknowledge you as his real family and to part with our familial relationship to him, we know that we are grateful for those years. It helped us keep our sanity after so many losses. Richard has been a joy to our family and now he will be to yours as well. We only fear losing all connection to him, but hope that, maybe, we can still be a family, only not one of blood, but of esteem, friendship, trust and caring. I hope in some ways that I am not losing a son I love, but rather gaining another whole family as a part of my own."
Finally sitting back, Lord Fitzwilliam wiped away a tear that had trailed down his cheek during the outpouring of all the pent up pain he had been experiencing since the beginning of this misfortune. He became silent as his throat had tightened to the point that no words could make their way out.
Mr. Bennet watched the emotions run through the Earl's face and eyes. Seeing the pain this was causing, he lowered his head in shame. I have no right to take out my pain on a man who is suffering as much if not more than I am. I at least gain a son; he only gains the knowledge of a son that died and losing one that he raised as well.
After some time, Richard Bennet Sr. finally found the words to apologize. "I am sorry. You are right. I can offer no excuse for my behavior in taking my anger out on you sir. All I can say is that I was too wrapped up in my and my own family's pain at the discovery of the many years we have lost with Richard that I could not see the suffering of others as well. Still, it is no excuse. Please accept my apologies."
Nodding, Edmund Fitzwilliam answered, "I accept and it is easily forgiven. For I know I have not always reacted to situations in the best manner either. Let us put this incident behind us."
"Agreed." Mr. Bennet answered before returning his gaze to the letter. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to read what she has to say for herself." With that, he opened the letter. When he finished, he closed his eyes and set it down. Indeed, the Earl is right. She has been a tortured woman. Her conscience has done the work for us. Letting this go will be the best way to form a family with my son rather than drown in the pain of revenge.
"You were right. The past is over. I will show this to Fanny and talk to her before I reply. No doubt I should also inform Richard and the girls as well."
Hesitatingly, Lord Fitzwilliam replied, "Perhaps, it might be best only to show it to your wife and Richard. I mean some of the girls might be somewhat difficult. Ummm . . . "
Mr. Bennet nodded as he understood the Earl's meaning. "I know what you mean. I think I will tell Elizabeth though. She is by far the most sensible of all the girls (2)."
Wishing to hurry this along, the Earl asked, "Would you like to talk to them now?"
"I might as well. I just want to put this all behind us and forget it."
"As do I." Noticing Mr. Bennet's move to rise, Edmund Fitzwilliam continued quickly, "No, No. Do not rise. I will call them in here to talk with you and join the others in the drawing room."
"Why not stay here?"
"I would feel more comfortable not intruding. Besides, I might be able to ease any concerns of the others." The Earl smiled wanly.
"Thank you and I apologize again for my previous behavior."
"As I said, do not worry about it. This situation is rather taxing and I do not think anyone of us will have avoided some kind of emotional outburst by the time it is done." With that the Earl exited the room and soon Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth and Richard joined him.
All took their seats and Mr. Bennet noted the curious looks exchanged by his two children. His wife sat patiently waiting for him to speak, however, he noticed her anxiety in the way she kept wringing and twisting her handkerchief. Finally, Mr. Bennet started, "I have just received a letter from a Mrs. Smith, the midwife who delivered Richard."
Closing his eyes, Richard took a deep breath remembering the conversation he had held with his adoptive father after his first meeting with his real parents. Elizabeth gasped obviously vacillating between anger and curiosity. Mrs. Bennet swallowed in an attempt to remain calm, "What does it have to say?"
"Here, I will let each of you read it." He handed the letter to his wife who read it while Richard stood and moved behind her as to read over her shoulder and Elizabeth leaned over to read from the side. Mr. Bennet watched as his tears formed in his wife's eyes; Richard remained expressionless only nodding on occasion; and Elizabeth's lips formed a thin line though her features softened as she finished reading.
"How do you all feel about this?" Mr. Bennet posed to his wife and children once they finished reading.
His wife responded first, her voice choked with tears. "I want to forgive and forget. I do not want to remember any of the pain of the past years. I only wish to focus on making the future better with our whole family."
Elizabeth looked back and forth between her parents and lowered her eyes in consideration. Speaking in a slow, deliberate voice as if what she had to say was difficult for her, she finally replied, "I too want to forget this. We have each other and that is all that is necessary."
All three turned to Richard who only looked at them. After a few moments, he took a deep breath. "I know it might be natural to be angry at Mrs. Smith for switching me at birth. Yet, I feel I must thank her for if she had not, I would not now have two families who are both caring and loving. Not many people can say that. Many do not even have one family to turn to, but I have two. Let us let this go."
Everyone breathed a relaxed sigh.
Sitting back in his chair, Mr. Bennet nodded. "I will write a letter to Mrs. Smith and inform her that we bear her no ill will and send our thanks for her revealing the truth so that we could be a family once again."
As he pulled out paper, pen and ink and Richard and Elizabeth rose to leave, Mrs. Bennet turned to her husband and smiled, "Do you need any help, dear?"
Mr. Bennet smiled back, "Not at the moment though later would be nice. It will be like old times."
Richard and Elizabeth looked at each other with raised eyebrows while their parents continued to stare adoringly at each other oblivious to all others in the room. Finally, Richard managed a cough to bring them back to reality. Both parents blushed while their son found the ceiling rather interesting and their daughter's attention focused on something she saw on the floor.
"Well, I will go see to lunch." As Mrs. Bennet hurried out, Richard grinned at his sister before following his mother out. Instead of following too, Elizabeth lingered behind.
Noticing that his favorite daughter (8) had not left and seemed hesitant to bring something up, Mr. Bennet asked, "Is something wrong, Lizzy?"
"I am not sure, Papa. Just before I left Hunsford, Charlotte asked that I write as soon as possible about what happened to prevent her husband from coming here himself. I know that we cannot inform Mr. Collins of the truth until the Fitzwilliams have the opportunity to inform their family since he would immediately report the entire situation to Lady Catherine(5). I simply do not know what to write to prevent Mr. Collins from coming here not to mention the fact that no matter what I do write, it will be an outright lie to Charlotte."
"I see the problem. Well, Lizzy, perhaps it is a good idea that we think about this together. That way we both know what is being said and can keep to the same one." Mr. Bennet covered his mouth with his hand as he frowned and thought about a possible solution.
"I assume you told her it was nothing serious already, only that I wanted you home for some reason?"
"Yes, Charlotte read the note, and I told Mr. Collins that nothing was wrong only that you had something to impart to your daughters."
Mr. Bennet smiled, "I am sure Mr. Collins appreciated your meaning."
"Somehow I doubt it."
"Well, I recommend you tell Mrs. Collins that I was desperate for some sanity at home. Tell her also that I wanted to discuss with you and your sister the possibilities of taking the family on holiday to Brighton this summer (6). That should be plausible enough. I think Mrs. Collins might understand that you cannot say more. After all, she is usually a very sensible woman(7)."
Frowning, Elizabeth looked at her father, "Usually." Pausing, she sighed, "Well, it will have to do. For some reason, the only ideas I could come up with were so fanciful, I had to laugh at myself. Somehow I doubt Charlotte would believe my telling her that you intend to sell Longbourn so that we could move elsewhere or would be very much appreciated."
"Now that would have been quite an idea. I am sorry I did not think of it." The mischievous expression on Mr. Bennet's face made Lizzy laugh as she left him to write his letter and she to write hers.
After the letters were written, the rest of the day passed without incident. Lydia joined them for lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon re-trimming her bonnet. The rest of the family returned to the pursuits they had started in the morning with the exception of Kitty who almost had to be dragged away from the piano by her brother who insisted she take a break.
References
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 15.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 1.
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 7 & 10.
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13.
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 6.
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 18.
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 22 & 23.
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 17.
Chapter 9
Posted on Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Thursday morning greeted everyone in the same manner as the past three days - with the ever present pattering of rain. Although some felt indifferent over the continued state of the weather, others' displeasure persisted at the never ending downpour. As Elizabeth belonged to the latter group, her frustration grew at every drop of rain and boom of thunder. Unable to rest in peace, she threw back her covers and wearily made her way to the window and pulled back the curtains. The view provided no relief. Grimacing as she observed the patterns the rain created on the window as they trailed down the pane, she turned away to dress. Elizabeth desperately needed a ramble through the trees and greenery of the forest around Longbourn1 . Even though she loved her family, she needed time alone to reflect on all the events of the past days and the rain prevented her obtaining it.
As Elizabeth left her room with the intent to borrow one of her father's books, she crossed paths with Kitty who also found it impossible to return to sleep.
Over the early morning, everyone but Lydia slowly made their way into breakfast. Many remained sleepy eyed, but the smell of cinnamon rolls and other breakfast foods provided enough incentive to draw them out of bed.
Throughout the meal, Elizabeth stared out the window watching the drops of rain hitting the pane and the brilliant flashes of lightning in the distance while picking at her plate of food. As the meal progressed and her inattention grew, she drew the attention of Jane and her parents. While they recognized the same frustration with the inability to walk outside that she exhibited since a small child, they still worried about her1 . Elizabeth remained oblivious to their concern and continued to stare out of the window desperately watching for any signs of the clouds breaking. This preoccupation made her equally oblivious to the growing silence at the table as more bestowed their attention on her.
"Elizabeth!"
Jumping, she turned and looked into the face of her rather annoyed and concerned brother. It had not escaped her notice that everyone was staring at her and her brother, "What is it?"
"Oh, I only tried to gain your attention for a full ten minutes without an ounce of success. Your absorption with the weather on the other side of that window prevents others from garnering your attention at all."
"I am sorry. I simply do not like being forced to stay inside for such long periods of time."
"I can see that, but you have to occupy yourself with other activities including holding conversation. Hmph . . . you are just as bad as Darcy when the weather is like this. He dislikes any form of inclement weather impeding his outdoor activities."
A number of them turned toward the Colonel with surprised looks.
"Oh, poor Lizzy! To be compared to Mr. Darcy and after he only thought of her as tolerable2. " Giggling, Kitty paused for only a moment, "I wonder if that means he is only tolerable too?" She tipped her head thoughtfully with a mischievous smile.
At first, the humour of Kitty's comment failed to register as evidenced by the silence in the room. Yet, when they realized absurdity of it, everyone laughed. For Richard, it started when his lips twitched in his desperate attempt to keep from laughing at his former cousin's expense. From there on, no one could keep a straight face. Everyone laughed, even Elizabeth, who, although a little mortified at the comparison, could not but laugh at her sister's perspective.
While they all enjoyed the joke, Lydia walked into the room. However, upon hearing the laughter, she asked what could possibly be so funny. Kitty informed her and even Lydia could not avoid laughing despite her continued ill humour.
For the first time in days, Lydia joined everyone in the drawing room while the gentlemen, upon the Earl's request, adjourned to the library.
Both Richard and Mr. Bennet guessed the nature of the conversation as both had expected it for some time.
After settling themselves comfortably, the Earl began, "As good as this visit has been, I think it would be best if Richard and I traveled to London tomorrow or Saturday at the latest should the weather allow. It is going to be difficult keeping this secret secure from my sister and I want to be the one to inform her. Thus, I think the best thing to do is inform the rest of my family as soon as possible. I would also like to see how my wife has fared this past week."
"Of course. I understand. This poor weather has kept callers away, but should we have one pleasant day, they will be here. I know I saw several curious looks directed at you both last Sunday and if the Lucas' receive word of this, they will write to Mr. Collins who will inform Lady Catherine de Bourgh in short order3 . I will make sure that everything will be ready for you to travel tomorrow or the next day as long as the roads are passable. It would be no use for you to travel if only to be delayed by the mud."
"That is true. However, if we can leave tomorrow, I think it best to do so. The sooner Richard and I return to London, the sooner my sister can be informed. That will not be a pleasant experience. Also, I need to discuss any plans with my wife. If we all agree to an informative family dinner approximately a week from now, assuming we can leave in the next two days, it will give us time to send out the invitations no later than Tuesday. That should give Charles and Alice enough time to travel to London. They will most likely choose to bring their three children as well. My only concern with my sister will be Anne's health, but I do not foresee that to be a major dilemma. Darcy and Georgiana are in London, so that will not pose a difficulty either. So, they should all be able to arrive by a week from tomorrow. Does not that sound about right, Richard?" The Earl commented as he counted off one finger with each guest mentioned. Both gentlemen turned to study the young man when he did not respond. Richard sat in the chair staring at his hands in an uneasy manner.
"Richard, what is wrong?" The Earl asked.
"I have come to a decision about something, though I fear you may think it too sudden to go through with. However, I feel, considering my new situation as heir to Longbourn and out of concern for my sisters' welfare, that I will resign my commission once we return to London. I now have several responsibilities to my sisters, and if anything should happen to me, they would again be at the mercy of a cousin who listens far too much to my overbearing Aunt4 ." Richard twisted his hands together before looking up apprehensively at his father and the Earl.
"I rather expected you would. I am not upset nor disappointed, but rather the opposite. You recognized a new responsibility and are trying to meet it immediately." Lord Fitzwilliam allowed his happiness in his adoptive son's decision to protect his family show in his eyes.
Mr. Bennet's face expressed equal pleasure, "Thank you. You do not know what a relief it is to know that I will not have to worry about you. It also relieves my worry over the girls to know they have an elder brother who will do whatever he can to protect and care for them."
Relaxing, Richard again smiled in relief, "Thank you." It eased his mind a great deal that these two gentlemen agreed with his decision. He truly was worried over his sisters' should Mr. Collins' ever gain control of Longbourn. Still, what really concerned him was his new cousin's dependency on everything Lady Catherine dispensed as advice no matter how grossly unfair and unkind or ridiculous the recommendation5 .
Finally, attempting to rejoin the conversation, he addressed his adoptive father, "You know we must make some decisions regarding the way we inform the rest of the family. How are we going to accomplish this?"
"Well, as I mentioned earlier, I think we should invite everyone for a family dinner. That way we can form a united front or at least deter Catherine from reacting too strongly."
Nodding, the Colonel understood, yet he decided to take a chance and ask to include someone that might make Lady Catherine a bit upset. "Indeed, could we also invite Mr. Bingley? I mean, he is a close friend of Darcy's and knows all the Bennets and has an estate nearby6 . It would be easier to inform him with the rest of the family."
"Is it just that or are you trying your hand at a little matchmaking," asked Mr. Bennet with a twinkle in his eye.
The blush spreading across Richard's face confirmed his father's suspicion. Nodding while sharing an amused glance with the Earl, Mr. Bennet contemplated the possible reasons for his son's interference in this matter.
"Do you feel Bingley would make a good match for Jane?"
"Absolutely, otherwise I would not have asked to invite him to the dinner."
While Mr. Bennet sat back pondering the merits of permitting the young man another chance to court his eldest daughter, his son tried to think of another reason to allow the match without revealing Darcy's interference7 . His smile after a few minutes reflection signified his success.
"If you are concerned about Bingley's steadfastness, then I suggest we use the upcoming dinner as a test."
Interested in what his son had to say, Mr. Bennet turned toward him, "How so?"
"My former Aunt, Lady Catherine will object to his presence at a family dinner. I have no doubt she will also protest the revelation of my being a Bennet and not a Fitzwilliam. My Aunt is very forthright with her opinions no matter how insensitive they are8 . My suggestion is that we use Mr. Bingley's reactions to my Aunt's less than tactful comments as a guide to his true feelings."
Edmund Fitzwilliam, who until now remained silent, indicated his agreement with a nod, "If he can endure my sister's criticism and displeasure, he is certainly a fine gentleman. I have met few people capable of resisting her and fewer still who choose to defy her. If I and my wife had been blessed with a daughter, I would not object to any man courting her who could at least tolerate my sister."
Laughing lightly, Mr. Bennet agreed. "I must say from what I have heard from my cousin9 and now from the two of you, Mr. Bingley will have quite a test. All right, you may continue in your little matchmaking scheme."
Making a face, Richard rolled his eyes at the reference to his interference. I am not a matchmaker! I am only trying to put to rights the mess my cousin has made of things7 .
"Well as I said earlier, the dinner should be set for a week from tomorrow so that everyone will be able to attend. We will need to invite Charles and Alice who will need to bring their children, so we will have to arrange a separate location for them. I do not think they, or we, could endure another of my sister's child rearing lectures. We have to invite Lady Catherine and Anne, naturally. That only leaves Darcy and Georgiana and we already mentioned Bingley, but we must be sure that we do not invite his sisters. That is the last thing we need; Miss Bingley and Lady Catherine at the same time." The Earl shook his head with distaste and Richard shuddered. Mr. Bennet grinned at that particular scenario thankful that he did not have to worry about it.
"The seating will be interesting for Mama to try to arrange what with both Darcy and Aunt Catherine in attendance. Well, it will simply have to do."
"Indeed, it will." The Earl sighed in resignation before shaking his head. "So, our plans are fixed. If the roads are passable, we leave tomorrow or the next day."
"We might as well inform the ladies now; otherwise, they will be put out, but they will be put out anyway at your leaving."
As Mr. Bennet predicted, the ladies of Longbourn were indeed put out. Kitty's disappointment expressed itself through the tears building up in her eyes. However, her brother mollified her distress by telling her he would not be gone long. Elizabeth and Jane were downcast, but fully understood the need to travel to London. Mary, by far, reacted with the most cheer. Instead of focusing on her regret on losing her brother's company, she started to discuss issues with her brother to gain his insight into what to research in his absence. She enjoyed debating with him and wished to improve her knowledge so that she could argue her side more reasonably.
Mrs. Bennet had to turn away for a few moments to recover her emotions, but managed a weak smile upon returning her attention to her son. She refused to think of his absence and like her daughter Mary focused instead on his return.
The only one to look upon Richard and the Earl's return to town with delight was Lydia. Yet that joy lasted no longer than it took her to realize how dull everyone would be until her brother returned.
The rest of the evening was spent again in conversation; everyone, except Lydia, spent as much time with Richard as possible. Most hoped the weather would make traveling the next day impossible so that they might enjoy Richard's company one more day before he left. The state of the roads granted their wish for the next day; however, it only served to delay the departure a single day.
Chapter 10
Saturday morning dawned clear and bright with hardly a cloud in sight much to the chagrin of the ladies of Longbourn. All arose early to partake an early breakfast with the Colonel and Earl who planned to leave as soon as the meal ended.
The entire family trouped out the front door to the awaiting carriage, all expressing their farewells and their eager entreaties for the Colonel's swift return.
"I almost wish the storm had continued so that you would not leave. This week will be unbearable." Kitty looked down as she attempted to blink away tears. She really liked her new brother. He showed her attention that she rarely received in the past. It was as if his presence alone altered her family's dynamics for even her sisters and parents grew more attentive.
Before Richard could reply, Elizabeth put an arm around their little sister, "Indeed, your willingness to endure another storm just for the sake of our brother's company demonstrates your feelings for our brother. Only, instead of focusing on the week without him, use that time to prepare for his return during which we can enjoy his company for a more lengthy time."
With that Kitty smiled a little as she wiped the tears from her eyes and flung her arms around her brother, "Oh, I shall miss you until you return, but I will do as Lizzy says and try to think of everything I can that we can talk about and do. Please be careful on your journey and hurry while you are gone so that you can return that much sooner."
Touched by his sister's concern, Richard returned the embrace, "Hopefully, everything will turn out as we expect and I shall be back no later than a week and a half. Perhaps I shall find some easier music you can practice on while I am away."
"Oh, brother, Thank You!" Kitty again hugged her amused brother.
After extracting himself from his over-enthusiastic sister, Richard moved on to take his leave of Mary who stood by with a small smile.
"I too will be preparing to continue our debates when you return and I assure you I will be more than ready to win it this time."
"Well then, I look forward to them with greater delight, but do not suppose that you will win them for I fully intend to do so."
"No, brother, you will not this time. Anyway, have a safe journey for you shall be inundated with requests and activities when you return." She curtsied to her brother as she was not used to actively displaying her affections even to her sisters.
"I fully intend to return quickly and as safely as possible." He bowed to his sister's curtsy before turning to Jane.
"I hope everything goes well and you have a pleasant and safe journey. Your company will be sorely missed."
"Indeed, hopefully it will be very successful in more ways than one. I hope that I may be able to inform more than my former family with the news and maybe impart some other news as well?" Richard grinned as Jane blushed and averted her eyes to stare at her hands.
"It is so nice to have an elder brother to turn to and depend upon instead of always being the one everyone looks to. Thank you for all your help, brother, no matter how everything turns out." As she looked up, Richard could see the tears that threatened to fall and the weak but very sincere and grateful smile. Taking her hands in his, he returned the smile.
"Well, I must say it has been nice being the elder for a change. I am very happy to have the means to help my sisters when at all possible. Thank you for allowing me to help."
Jane smiled and nodded as he released her hands and went to take leave of Elizabeth who had witnessed the exchange happily.
"Well, Richard, you are off to announce your real family to your adopted one including the great Lady Catherine de Bourgh." Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with mischief. Richard laughed.
"I certainly am. And as we both know, she always has an opinion about everything10. '"
"Truly, and you must endure the criticisms and her pronouncement of what really is and what must be." Elizabeth paused as her manner changed from teasing to serious, "I only hope she is not too hard on you. She will not like this, I am sure, but I hope that she will at least accept it."
"Do not worry, Lizzy. My fa . . . The Earl knows how to handle his sister and she will not dare defy him. Trust me, everything will be well."
Both smiled and embraced for a moment. Elizabeth encouraged her brother as he now had to attempt a leave-taking of his youngest and most discouraging sister.
"Lydia, I hope . .. well . .." Lydia interrupted before he could say more.
"Goodbye, brother." She spat the relationship as if it were distasteful before giving a curt nod and turning away.
Sighing, Richard shook his head as he turned to join the Earl in taking leave of his parents. I do not know what I can do to convince my sister that I am not that terrible or that I am not replacing her. I do not know if I will have the patience to endure this petulant attitude she displays.
" . . . and I so look forward to meeting Lady Fitzwilliam when you and Richard return. I hope she will not mind if I start asking her about Richard's childhood."
"I am sure she will be happy to meet you as well, madam. As for asking her about Richard, she will love to discuss anything you want to know about him as it is one of her favorite subjects. I hope you do not mind if she asks a number of questions in return as she wants to know about Richard's family."
"Of course not. It is inconceivable that she would not want to know about his family. I could not imagine not wishing to know the same."
"Then I think we can expect a swapping of stories upon our return." Lord Fitzwilliam smiled at the enjoyment they would all have relating all those childhood stories. Mr. Bennet simply stood by and grinned at the interaction.
"So my dear, you will have all you wish of gossip on our son's life; more than he would probably want revealed too." His eyes twinkled at his son who rolled his eyes in return as he came up beside the Earl. Mrs. Bennet pursed her lips and blushed in embarrassment.
"Richard, behave yourself."
At Mr. Bennet's sudden guffaw and the Earl's poor attempts at hiding a smile under his hand, she turned to her son and noticed the look on his face which clearly expressed the question, "What did I do?" Realizing her error, she shook her head.
"I meant your father, Richard. His full name is Richard James Bennet. I am sorry you felt I was reprimanding you. I assure you, it was meant for your mischievous father."
To this, her husband laughed, "Indeed, my dear, it is a talent I possess."
Enjoying the good natured bantering between his parents, Richard looked off for a moment as a few things came to mind. Would this have been the norm for my whole family, if I had remained? or would it have digressed into the kind of life they have lived? How much will yet change, the longer I stay with them?
"Richard? . . . Richard!" The Colonel jumped as his mother's shout brought him out of his thoughts.. He blinked for a few moments as he adjusted his attention.
"Richard, are you all right, I called you several times, but you seemed so far away."
"I was only lost in my thoughts, wondering how many things might have been different, if I had been raised here." This topic caused a melancholy silence to drift over the group as Mrs. Bennet struggled to restrain her tears; Mr. Bennet put an arm around his wife and sighed; the Earl looked away from the group, closed his eyes and swallowed hard; and Richard lowered his head before putting on his brave front and changing the subject.
"Well, Lizzy feels that we will be in for quite a time when we inform Lady Catherine of the new situation." This subject brought the sparkle back to Mr. Bennet's eye, a raised eyebrow from Mrs. Bennet and a hearty response from the Earl.
"Oh, that is for certain. Catherine will express her thoughts on the subject very adamantly and will demand we follow her judgment8. If she decides to present any difficulty, the only thing that may sway her is my title. Her conscientiousness towards differing rank usually induces her to shift her position. However, I cannot predict her reaction to this piece of news." Lord Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes as he anticipated an unpleasant evening less than a week away.
"Well, then, we better leave now so that we may get that out of the way and return as soon as possible. Mrs. Bennet, Mother, I will miss you and look forward to spending more time with you upon my return." The Earl walked away at this point to take leave of the Miss Bennets leaving his adopted son to spend a few private moments with his real parents.
As soon as the Earl left, Mrs. Bennet reached over and embraced her son quickly before pulling back, "Richard, I will miss you so much until your return. Please be careful and have a safe journey to London and when you return as well." He kissed his mother's cheek as a couple of tears threatened to fall from her eyes and then turned to his father.
"Well, Richard, you shall have to hurry to return for I am sure that the next week or two will be torture for us all as everyone will be melancholy at your removal. Not to mention, I will find little respite from it due to several of your sisters invading my library to research before your return." Here Mr. Bennet paused from his teasing and turned more serious, "Please be safe. I do not think any of us could handle losing you after only just meeting you."
"I will be careful and everything will be alright. I look forward to coming home."
The Earl observed Mr. Bennet's delight at Richard's referral to Longbourn as home. At the same time, he felt his own heart constrict at the feeling of loss.
Soon after, Richard and Lord Fitzwilliam entered the carriage and started their journey to London where they would inform the entire Fitzwilliam family. It was one storm they wished they could avoid and did not know how well they would weather.
After a few delays on the route, mostly due to the previous week's weather, the Earl and Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived in London. They barely stepped out of the carriage when Lady Fitzwilliam exited the house greeting them both with a warm embrace. She immediately shooed them in to refresh themselves and all but ordering them to attend her in her private sitting room where she had a lunch prepared for them. Both shook their heads at her eagerness, but did as she instructed.
Thirty minutes later, they sat enjoying both the food and relating the previous week's happenings to her including Richard's plans to resign his commission. Lady Fitzwilliam very much enjoyed hearing about her adopted son's family, especially his sisters. Only after the meal finished, though, did Lady Fitzwilliam broach the subject of the upcoming disclosure to the rest of the Fitzwilliam family.
"So, what shall we do about informing the rest of the family? I am sure you have made plans already."
"You know us too well, Elizabeth. We thought a family dinner on Friday ought to give everyone enough time to come if we send the invitations Monday or Tuesday at the latest. I know Charles and Alice will make it. Richard told me on the way here that he wants to invite Darcy and Georgiana himself. Oh yes, and we must include Mr. Bingley."
Startled at the mentioning of her nephew's friend, Lady Fitzwilliam looked between her husband and son, "Mr. Bingley?"
"Yes. I want to invite him and inform him as well. You see, my sister Jane cares deeply for him, and I believe he feels the same but some kind of misunderstanding has occurred and he has not returned to Hertfordshire7 & 17. I hope to use this as an opportunity to bring them back together."
Elizabeth Fitzwilliam's eyes' danced in amusement, "It seems you are developing the same habit as my goddaughter."
Richard rolled his eyes, "Oh, please, do not compare me to Emma, mother11 . I am not actually matchmaking, rather attempting to clear up a misunderstanding between two people that do care for each other. Matchmaking is simply putting people together who do not know each other or do not see eye to eye."
"Mmmhhmmm." Lady Fitzwilliam calmly took a sip of tea as she traded an amused look with her husband.
"Mama!"
"Alright, Richard. I know you are not actively trying to match make, but it is still similar enough."
"Can we please get back to the discussion at hand as we need to do?" Edward Fitzwilliam knew that if he did not break this up now, it could go on well into the next day. He really believed his wife and son enjoyed arguing over Richard's unmarried status.
"I guess so, but this argument is not over."
"Of course not, mother."
"Thank you. Now as I was saying, the one we will have the most difficulty with is my sister, Catherine. Catherine will come, but I fear she will try to impose herself on Darcy and insist on staying at his Townhouse." Pursing her lips in exasperation, Lady Fitzwilliam nodded in agreement.
"That is too true. She will make the excuse that Anne should spend some time at her future home12. Poor Anne, she does not desire to marry Darcy, but must suffer her mother's wishes imposed upon her. I wish we could do something for her, but Lady Catherine accepts no arguments on the subject. I guess the only thing we can do is help Darcy. We need to think of something to keep Lady Catherine from staying at Darcy's home even when she descends upon them. I do not think we need doubt that she will stop at his home first." She looked over her tea cup at her husband and son.
"True, Elizabeth, but how? My sister can be quite determined."
"Why not have Darcy make the claim that several rooms are under redecoration or renovation and he is not able to provide room for her at the moment." Lady Fitzwilliam sighed as another thought struck her, " Knowing her though, she may insist on staying to oversee the changes made in order to ensure their accordance with her views of what her daughter's home should look like."
Richard sat there pondering the subject and looked up when his adoptive mother finished speaking.
"Actually, I have an idea. If I go over and spend the day at Darcy's Townhouse when she is expected to arrive, I can remind her of your expecting her here. She would not dare slight you after the effort you will have made at providing proper rooms for her and Anne."
"She may just decide it would be worth it in order to stay at Darcy's."
"If that happens, Richard can send me a note. I will go and escort her here myself." The Earl set down his cup with an air of determination. His wife sent him a glare for his harsh handling of her favorite tea set.
"Alright, I think we have that situation well in hand, but what do we do about Charles and Alice? You remember what happened the last time we had both they and your sister staying here at the same time."
"We can air out the old blue rooms we closed off easily before they arrive. I am sure they will not mind staying in them if it means steering clear of my sister. There is even a room next to them that we can convert into a nursery and schoolroom for the children. After their last encounter with their Aunt, they do not want their children subjected to her and I cannot say I blame them. The baby already cries whenever she hears my sister's name."
"From what little she has heard of her great-Aunt, it is no wonder she cries. Charles and Alice's tension as well as the older children's distress does not promote tender feelings for her Aunt. I remember how frustrated Evangeline grew in her Aunt's presence and how she allowed little James to hide behind her."
"Well, perhaps we will think of a better solution before they arrive. However, we can keep the children away from her and in the nursery although I doubt if we can prevent her from lecturing Charles and Alice again. We cannot avoid all interaction before the dinner."
"Unfortunately, that is true. Even though they find it infuriating to deal with Lady Catherine, Charles and Alice will put up with her in order to maintain some harmony and peace for us. I only hope we can prevent any major disagreements forming before our announcement. That is the last thing we need."
"Truly."
As the silence stretched out, no one knew what else to say. Finally, Colonel Fitzwilliam broke the silence, "I think I shall retire. I am feeling rather tired after our journey today. Might we finish this discussion on Monday?" After receiving an affirmative from his parents, he embraced them both and retreated to his room. He never noticed his mother's concerned eyes following him out the door. However, the Earl noticed his wife's expression.
"Elizabeth, Richard is fine. I have seen his interaction with his family and it all will be well."
"Oh, I know it will be, but I also know that Richard is finding it more difficult than you might imagine. He hides his feelings well, maybe too well."
"What makes you think that?"
"Simply by the look in his eyes. He is tired, more than just the fatigue of a long day and journey. I think he puts on the air of control and joviality to keep everyone calm. Even though he is struggling with it, he knows everyone else is too. He would not consider adding his own troubles to anyone else's especially when Lady Catherine's reaction is yet to come. He needs to talk to someone, Edmund, but he does not know who."
"He should know he can talk to us."
"He knows, but as I said, he also knows we are dealing with the discovery of our real child's death. Do your really think he would want to burden us with his own concerns? He feels our anxiety over the upcoming announcement to our family and worries over their reactions. Richard will not burden us. He might have gone to Darcy about this, however, for some unknown reason he feels he cannot. I will go up and talk to him in a few minutes, he needs a confidante or he will snap before this is all over."
"What if he declares he is fine and refuses to talk about it?" Elizabeth Fitzwilliam smiled secretively.
"He will not. He learned long ago not to thwart me when I am sure something is troubling one of my children; and he knows I will never stop thinking of him as anything but my son."
About half-an-hour later, Richard found himself still dressed and seated in front of the fireplace in his room. He looked around musing how at home he felt in it. It was simply furnished, but nice sized for him. Richard remembered his childhood and all the time he spent in this room. How much of this would have been different had I grown up at Longbourn with my sisters? Would they have invaded my room when they wanted to talk to me like I did to Charles? Would I have spent as much time in my room alone, or would I have joined Jane in lessons, or Lizzy on a walk or Mary and Kitty on the piano or . . . well, I do not know what I could have done with Lydia, but if I had grown up there, how might things have been different?
A light knock on the door which he recognized instantly as his mother's interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in, Mama."
Lady Fitzwilliam entered the room to see her son straightening a little in his chair, obviously preparing for the inevitable. She walked over and took a seat across from him and decided to come straight to the point. "Richard, please, tell me how you are feeling? I know this has been difficult. We might be dealing with different aspects of this situation, but I know that each of us has found it equally difficult."
Richard sighed, "Mama, my sisters are wonderful to me, all except Lydia that is and that, I believe, is because she is jealous. She thinks I am replacing her especially in our mother's affections. My parents," he observed her flinch at the reference, "are very kind. They too have suffered and yet, sometimes I wish we had never found out. I know it is not right, but . . . it is all so much. Many will object to this change including Lady Catherine. I have five sisters to protect from the likes of . .. Umm .. . cads and the like."
His sudden fumbling with words caused his mother to raise an eyebrow. Richard swallowed as he realized she would want to know what he had intended to say and why he had not wanted to tell her. In order to prevent her questioning, he hurried on, "I know I have been guardian to Georgiana, but she is only one person to protect and that responsibility I share with her brother. I am now the heir to an estate; not a large one like _______ or Pemberley, but still an estate. Will I be capable of handling all the responsibilities an estate entails? How do I even handle it all? I know you and Papa will be there to help, but you will have to divide that time between there and here."
Pausing, a fearful look flashed in his eyes for a moment before he continued, "Can I even be sure that the friends I have will accept this? I know Darcy has been like a brother to me, but will this change or hurt our friendship substantially or will we weather it? How much is this situation going to affect my life too? It is so easy to just focus on helping you and Papa, my parents, and my sisters, but it is so hard to figure out how to deal with it myself. It would have been so much simpler not to have known and yet I want to know them. It is just so much to handle and there has not been much time to deal with it all. If it is not one thing, it is another. Not to mention that I find that not only do I have to adapt to a new family but fix problems my old one has created for them. I simply feel so alone in this."
Lady Fitzwilliam observed the tear that trailed down her son's face as well as his absentmindedness in brushing the tear away. While her son could be very sentimental, he always took care not to cry in front of people. She witnessed the frustration and sadness in the stiff posture and the tiredness in his eyes. Most people never noticed when Richard was upset as he as he almost always managed to persuade people he was always happy; nevertheless, having raised him and spent so much time with him as a child, she could see the signs of depression brewing.
Leaning forward, she took her son's hand in hers and rested them on the arm of his chair, "Richard, you are not alone, but you must tell us when you are upset. You talk to me because right now you have no choice and cannot trick me into believing you are well. I know you want to spare me your troubles when you know what I am dealing with already. However, you are hurting under all this change and need the comfort of family and friends who understand as much as I do. Remember, you now have several sisters and two new parents to turn to, but you must confide some things in them, if you are ever to truly become a part of their family."
Here she paused as she chose her words carefully, "Also, I do not know what problems our family has created for the Bennets, but I am guessing that it has something to do with Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley."
She grinned internally when her son's head shot up to meet her eyes. She could still read him like a book, but putting that aside she continued, "Even so, it is not just your responsibility in helping them. I am sure others would be willing to help, if you only asked. I would very much like to help, if you will let me. Please, Richard, let me help?"
Richard closed his eyes as he understood his mother's logic in settling the situation. He realized that he had again taken charge of the situation and neglected turning to those who could be of assistance. However, he frowned at her intuition being correct, again.
"Mama, I would greatly appreciate all the help you can provide, but you are right, I do not want to burden you with more."
"Nonsense, Richard. You are not a burden and although you are now a Bennet, you are still the son I raised and love. I want to help you, now tell me what has happened." Richard nodded and gave in.
Over the next few minutes, Richard related everything from his belief of Darcy's interference in Bingley and Jane's relationship to Elizabeth's dislike of Darcy and Darcy's admiration for her 13. For her credit, Elizabeth Fitzwilliam sat there silently listening, only raising her eyebrows on a couple of occasions namely the discovery of her nephew's admiration for a young lady.
"Well, I can imagine this is a fine mess Darcy has created. I shall have to talk with him. I will not mention the interference, naturally, for I do think it would be better coming from you after the dinner Friday. He will not question your knowledge of it as he will mine. What you have told me helps me make sense of his current behavior. He looked a little worn when he called upon us after he returned to London last week. I have also heard by way of Georgiana that her brother has been a little distracted as well. I can use that as my excuse to call. He will not refuse to talk to me."
"For sure he will not. You have been like a mother to him since Aunt Anne passed away."
"I wish I had not needed to take that role, but with Anne's untimely death, there was no one else." Realizing how depressing the conversation had turned, she tried to lighten the conversation. "I could not very well leave him in the hands of his Aunt Cat now could I?"
Swinging his head over to face his mother, he took note of the sparkle in her eye. He immediately closed his mouth which had somehow fallen open.
"How did you know of Darcy's and my nickname for Aunt Catherine?"
"Well, let me just say that you might want to be absolutely sure the Library is empty before you start holding a conversation you do not want overheard."
Richard frowned trying to think of when that might have happened, "When did you overhear us?"
"Almost fifteen years ago at Rosings. It has provided us with a great deal of amusement over those years."
"You mean you told Papa? or was he there too?" He swallowed wondering what his father thought of this.
"He overheard you as well. We were trying to affect our own escape from his sister too."
"By hiding in the Library?"
"No, by taking the side entrance out. Sir Louis showed your father . . . errr . . . my husband the door one day so that we could escape when we needed to. Apparently, he never told Lady Catherine about it."
"You mean to say Rosings has a secret passage we could have used to get away from her all this time and you never told us?"
"It is not exactly a secret passage, it is more like a hidden door to the corridor beyond. We never told you because Sir Louis asked us not to. He feared you boys would continually use the door and one day forget to close it and thus preventing any future means of escaping his wife on occasion."
"Oh." When he did not say anymore, Lady Fitzwilliam continued.
"Well, anyway, I will go call on Darcy on Tuesday while you are resigning your commission."
"Actually, I would like to call on Darcy first. I want to extend the invitation myself and talk to him, if that is acceptable."
Lady Elizabeth smiled, "Of course it is. I will simply call on Wednesday in order for him to have a bit of a break from our interrogations."
"Thank you, Mama."
As silence pervaded the room and the heavier feeling of earlier began to return. So that her son might not dwell on recent troubles, Lady Fitzwilliam needed to lighten the situation and there was only one way she could be assured of success. Her grin alerted him and he groaned as she began.
"So, you admit to matchmaking. After all, you said Miss Elizabeth does not like Darcy and you declared earlier that matchmaking involved putting people together who did not initially get along."
Richard rolled his eyes knowing that he would forever endure his mother's teasing for this, "No mother, she does not like him. However, much of the situation involves a great deal of misinformation. Thus, I am simply correcting that. I believe that I am rightfully upset that Darcy insulted Lizzy 2 , and I will talk to him about it. I will also correct her view of him by relating my own experiences with Darcy. If after that, Darcy fails, then I will not push her to accept him or give her grief over it."
"I understand much has happened, but I still think you should ask Emma for help in your plans."
"Urgh, Mama! Once and for all, I am not interested in Emma and will not start courting her! I still remember how curt that gentleman whose brother is married to her sister, oh what is his name . . . Knightley as I recall, acted toward me when we visited a year ago 14 . All I did was laugh and joke a little with Emma and he became quite cool. I only wish the gentleman would realize how in love with her he is and propose and for her to accept that she returns his affections so that you will stop torturing me with the idea of courting her! 15 "
Her eyes danced as she suppressed her mirth at her son's irritation. Lady Fitzwilliam watched him as he pursed his lips and stared at the fire with his arms folded and slouched back in his chair with his legs extended on the floor in front of him. She still remembered him doing this as a child whenever he was highly annoyed with someone.
"Well, be thankful son, that although I would wish for a match and tease you with it, I would never force one upon you like Lady Catherine does to her daughter and attempts to do to Darcy. I will tell you my hopes, but wish for your happiness."
Richard's annoyance softened and he smiled as he looked over at the woman who raised him. He leaned forward and reached and took her hand in his, "Thank You, Mama. You always try to do what is best, but always listen to the needs and troubles of others too."
"Everything will turn out well. You will see. We may have troubles now, but everything will turn out for out best."
Chapter 11
Sunday passed with little excitement and the Fitzwilliams, including the Colonel, enjoyed further discussing the week at Longbourn. Lady Fitzwilliam longed to meet Richard's sisters. She particularly wanted to meet Miss Elizabeth who not only received such glowing reports from Richard but acquired her nephew's affection too.
Monday finally arrived and by noon the family had finalized the plans for the dinner. The Earl and Richard spent the afternoon writing and sending the invitations while Lady Fitzwilliam made arrangements with the housekeeper and servants to have certain rooms aired out and prepared. Once learning the identity of one particular guest, the housekeeper and all the servants immediately set to work organizing the rooms as most had experience with that guest's exacting requirements. No one looked forward to the upcoming visit and all mentally prepared themselves for the criticism soon to come. No one complained either, knowing how the family would suffer as much as they.
As Richard insisted on resigning his commission first thing in the morning and visiting Darcy to extend his invitation immediately after, he retired early. Before he fell asleep, he mentally added shopping to his list. He needed to choose a few gifts for his sisters.
Richard walked up the steps to Darcy's townhouse. The morning had gone well and his resignation was readily accepted. A couple of his fellow officers whom he considered friends expressed their regret at his leaving, but wished him well in whatever pursuit caused him to leave. He grew exasperated when the one winked at the other and conjectured about his reason for resigning. He failed to persuade them that he was not in the process of becoming engaged.
Looking at the door, he sighed apprehensively before taking a deep breath and knocking. He did not know why he felt suddenly nervous. Only a few moments passed before an older footman answered the door.
"Why Colonel Fitzwilliam, this is a surprise. I am sure Mr. Darcy will be very happy to see you."
Richard smiled, he had known this man since he was a child and deeply respected him for the patience he had shown him with all his antics, "Mr. Johnson, it is good to see you well. How is your leg? Has it healed well?"
"Oh, indeed, it has. Mr. Darcy was very kind in calling the doctor, but it has healed very nicely and I have finally been allowed to resume my duties. Thank you so much for asking. Would you like me to take you to Mr. Darcy?"
"Indeed, I have come to issue an invitation to both he and Georgiana. Would it be possible to see him now?"
"Certainly, sir, though I should tell you he has one guest, a Mr. Bingley."
"All the better, I have an invitation to extend to him as well."
"I will take you there, then. Though I doubt you need me to lead you there." Richard smiled in response.
After being announced, Richard entered the study to see his fatigued cousin stand up to greet him. Despite the out-of-character appearance, Darcy still greeted his cousin with much enthusiasm. Bingley also greeted him cheerfully even though he looked somewhat depressed.
"Fitzwilliam, it is good to see you. How is everything at home? Did you and your father have a good journey?" Darcy greeted his cousin. As Bingley stood to take his leave, Richard reacted quickly. He had to keep him there and knew one subject capable of generating interest so he spoke quickly.
"Everyone is fine. My father and I did have a good journey. Would you believe that the business my father recalled me about took me into Hertfordshire?" He witnessed how both gentlemen looked startled and then extremely interested. So he continued as he took a seat and the other two gentlemen resumed theirs, "I actually met Miss Bennet's family while I was there."
"You did? How were they? Did you see Miss Elizabeth there? I heard her family had asked for her immediate return." All of Darcy's questions came so quickly that it could easily be interpreted as eagerness.
"Yes I saw Eliza . . . Miss Elizabeth there. Her family had some good news and wanted her to return to join them." Darcy frowned deeply at Richard's slip.
"How did you find them? What kind of good news?" Understanding Bingley's concern over the type of good news, Richard quickly put it to rest.
"Apparently, something came up involving curtailing the entailment on the estate 16. I think all felt quite a bit of relief. They all seemed quite nice. I found the five Miss Bennets quite agreeable and Mrs. Bennet thoughtful and amiable." The now former Colonel found it difficult to keep a straight face at the other gentlemen's expressions. Darcy's face was priceless. His eyebrows reached for his hairline and his eyes clearly indicated that he thought his cousin suffering from some illness or a severe head wound. Bingley remained totally unaware of anything that was said except for the fact that were still five Miss Bennets.
"So did the business you had turn out well?" Darcy asked as he grumpily changed the subject.
"Yes it did and it is why I am here."
Feeling a little out of place, Bingley rose, "I think I shall take my leave now . . ."
"No, please Bingley, stay. This should interest you as well as it involves some neighbours close to your Netherfield estate."
"It does?" He asked as he returned to his seat clearly wondering if it involved the Bennets somehow.
"Yes, it does." Richard paused as something crossed his mind. Anxiously, he continued to speak as if he worried about saying something unpleasant or rude, "Bingley, before I say more, might I ask if your sisters are here?"
Sighing, Bingley closed his eyes for a moment. My sisters certainly know how to make themselves unwelcome. Even Colonel Fitzwilliam who gets along well with everyone does not want them near. I am even beginning to agree with him. "Caroline and Louisa went shopping again. I am assuming you do not want them to hear or know about what ever it is you are to reveal?"
Richard raised his eyebrows and looked over at Darcy who looked equally surprised at this candid and annoyed comment from Mr. Bingley. Even though they both knew that Bingley was well aware that they only tolerated his sisters' behaviour, they had never heard him speak so openly about it.
"Do not be surprised. Over the past few months in Town, I have seen how little liked my sisters are by many people and I can understand it. They have become tiresome even to me. Every day they express their opinions on this or that multiple times and ignore my own thoughts on the same issues. If you are bothered by their presence or wish to tell me something without their knowledge, simply tell me and do not worry that you will insult or hurt me by doing so." Bingley observed the still stunned expressions of his friend and the Colonel. Well, I dare say they are surprised at the more strong-minded person they have just encountered compared to the indecisive person I have been.
"Alright. Ah . . . Well, it does make this easier. I came today on behalf of my parents and myself to announce a family dinner, Friday evening, where an announcement will take place. I came to invite Darcy and Georgiana and I extend it to you as well, Bingley."
"But if this is a family dinner . . ." Bingley started to protest.
"It does not matter. You will have as much right to hear about this as my family."
Richard watched the gentleman sit there and consider if he should intrude or if his curiosity about the Hertfordshire family was stronger. Apparently, the later held the greater sway, for he looked up with a wide smile, "Thank you. I shall be sure to come."
"Good. Now, Darcy, what about you and Georgiana? Will you come?" For a moment he felt concern that his cousin would actually refuse to attend. Darcy looked a little pale. However, the fear disappeared when Darcy nodded.
"Yes, Georgiana and I will attend. How can I refuse the opportunity to discover why you are acting so mysterious. I only have one question and concern. Is Lady Catherine to be there?"
"Yes, she is invited." Darcy groaned. Bingley raised an eyebrow, intrigued at anyone disconcerting his friend while Richard sympathized with Darcy's predicament.
"We will come, Fitzwilliam, but please place Georgiana as far away from her as possible and inform your mother that she exercise all of her skills to keep Aunt Catherine from frightening my sister."
"Do not worry, my mother knows how to handle Aunt Cat and, besides, Charles and Alice will be there too. Alice has a talent for turning a conversation in a more desirable direction. As soon as she arrives I will let her know the situation. I have no doubts she will help to the best of her ability."
"Thank you." The relief etched into Darcy's face was conspicuous.
"Did you really think I would shirk my duties as Georgiana's guardian? I can think of some things you know."
Darcy winced, "I did not mean to imply that Richard and you know it. I only fear the effect our Aunt will have on her."
Richard's expression softened, "So do I." Pausing for a moment he realized how much they had said in front of Bingley. Thinking it best to leave, he stood.
"Well, I have to go. I only came to deliver the invitations. Look forward to seeing you both at the dinner on Friday."
"Wait, Richard, can you not stay for even a few minutes? Surely you can answer a few questions?" Grinning to himself, Richard could see his cousin wanted to know about the Bennets as much as Bingley did who immediately seconded Darcy's request.
"No, I cannot. I am sorry to disappoint your curiosity, but I do have more business to attend to and you would gain no more information than you already know. Goodbye." With that, Richard walked out the door leaving two very curious and annoyed gentlemen in his wake.
References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7-8, 10, 18; Volume 2 Chapter 5, 10-13; Volume 3 Chapter 7, 12, 16-17.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 23; Volume 2 Chapter 1-3, 7; Volume 3 Chapter 6
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13; Volume 2 Chapter 6-7, 9
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13, 19; Volume 2 Chapter 8, 14
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3, 4
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 10-12
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6-8; Volume 3 Chapter 14, 16
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 14
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6-8
11) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 1
12) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16
13) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3, 5-6, 12; Volume 2 Chapter 10-12
14) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 1, 18, 25, 28
15) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 47, 49
16) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7; Volume 2 Chapter 6
17) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 21; Volume 2 Chapter 1