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Chapter 9 -- Quandaries

Posted on Tuesday, 1 April 2008

Thankfully, Mrs. Bennet was not often required to tax her mental capabilities. Her most difficult decisions in life revolved around what lace to purchase and to whom to tell the latest bit of gossip. However, the current situation was such that she was at a loss. At present Mr. Collins, the heir apparent, was intimating he came to make amends for the unfortunate circumstances of the entail by offering for one of her daughters. Normally, the prospect of an all but assured marriage would put her into raptures. Mr. Collins continued his monologue stating his intentions not requiring any immediate response from his hostess. This allowed Mrs. Bennet to consider the wisest, well, as wise as she ever could be dear reader, course of action.

Knowing that Mr. Collins would turn to Jane first, she knew she would have to quell that hope. Mr. Bingley has been so attentive and is so obviously a more eligible match for her dear sweet girl. Lizzy, well, thought Mrs. Bennet, normally this would be a fine opportunity for that headstrong girl, but there are all those gentlemen at Netherfield. Though she has tried, Mrs. Bennet could not quite determine which of those gentlemen were inclined toward her second eldest. She somehow though, did understand that with a court of all those men, even Lizzy could make a good match. Mary, now the middle daughter gave Mrs. Bennet pause. Thankfully for our dear Mary's sake, Mrs. Bennet's glance fell on the chair where Colonel Fitzwilliam had sat when he and Mary engaged in that lengthy conversation. Who would ever have thought that Mary would marry into the military? Mrs. Bennet quickly thought of her two youngest, but they were quite young and far too lively for the likes of Mr. Collins. As her favorites, she would not foist the affections of Mr. Collins towards them.

Finally Mr. Collins seemed ready for some sort of reply. Tragically, even this lengthy discourse did not allow Mrs. Bennet sufficient time to compose her thoughts. Accordingly the answer she gave to the bumbling suitor was quite muddled. All the gentleman was able to divine from the statement was that Jane Bennet was nearly engaged and apparently Mrs. Bennet was so flattered by his condescension that she could not compose herself.

If only Mr. Bennet had observed the exchange. As a true lover of folly, this was a sterling example.

Dear reader, though I also am fond of a comedy, the discomforting attempts towards courtship that Mr. Collins offered Elizabeth were more of a tragedy.

Elizabeth's sanity was preserved for this painful seven night solely due to her ability to outpace Mr. Collin's ponderous steps. Thus she would arrive at Netherfield at all hours to call on Georgiana. Georgiana, being fully sympathetic would harbor Elizabeth and instructed the servants to notify her no matter the time of day the charming Miss Bennet arrived. When an excuse could be found, Elizabeth would spend the entire day. On those occasions, Jane often was invited. Bringing her sweet temperament and a change of clothes for the oft muddied Elizabeth, Jane then divided her time between Mr. Bingley, Benjamin, and the ladies.

On these glorious days, the mornings were spent in the gardens. Elizabeth and Benjamin would play rousing games involving pirates, crusaders, and the like. Georgiana and Jane would stroll about until the two rouges either kidnapped the ladies or Georgiana was persuaded to play the pirate queen.

In the afternoon, the party divided. The sun's warmth and Benjamin's exhaustion would drive the party indoors. Jane would take Benjamin to his room for his rest where her gentle voice told those beloved tales. Elizabeth and Georgiana would find a cool room to sit and converse, sew, play music, or enjoy the silence that only good friends can share. Eventually Jane would join them and somehow at this point the gentlemen would search them out to determine whether everything was quite as it should be. Mr. Bingley would nearly stare at Jane when making his enquiries. Mr. Darcy would alternate between staring at Miss Elizabeth or at a spot somewhere over her left shoulder. This behavior caused much consternation to Elizabeth and amusement to Georgiana.

If a viable reason was stumbled upon, the two stayed for dinner.

Soon Mr. Collins felt it incumbent upon himself to offer a local lady the honor of his hand. Whether the lady felt the honor of this is unknown. What is known is that Mr. Collins quickly left the county and no young lady accompanied him on his return to Kent.

The Bennet household rejoiced, each member in their own fashion, over his hasty departure. The eldest finally were able to hold sensible conversation in their own sitting room and finally could receive Georgiana's morning calls. The younger girls, yes, even Mary, found nothing wanting in Mr. Collin's departure. Mr. Bennet was fully sensible to the peace regained in his study. Mrs. Bennet, well, she was able to calm herself as there were still plenty of eligible gentlemen for her girls.

On the morning after their cousin's departure, the eldest Bennet girls hosted an extended visit from Georgiana, her brother, and Mr. Darcy. Georgiana became engrossed with a conversation about the small flower garden with Jane, the principal guardian of those flowers. Accordingly, a visit to the spot was proposed. The five walked out together, though they were quickly separated into two groups.

Jane, Mr. Bingley, and Georgiana went to closely examine the garden. Mr. Darcy was left to entertain Elizabeth as she fell behind to fix a lace in her shoe.

"Miss Elizabeth, I must thank you for all you have done for my sister," he began.

Elizabeth interrupted, "I have done nothing Mr. Darcy. Georgiana is a sweet girl. I count myself blessed to name her as a friend."

"On the contrary, Miss Elizabeth, you have enlivened her again. After," here he paused for the slightest of moments, "a difficult situation last summer, I feared for her. She seems to have regained her good humor and liveliness."

Elizabeth demurely looked at her hands as they manipulated a blade of grass.

"I have never seen her this animated and cheerful," Mr. Darcy commented as Georgiana let out a sparkling laugh a few feet ahead of them.

"I believe, sir, that you are implying I have corrupted her to be as frank and incorrigible as myself!" Elizabeth teased.

Unfortunately, Mr. Darcy was not familiar with the fine art of teasing and mistook Elizabeth's meaning. "Miss Elizabeth, I assure you I would never malign a young lady in such an ungentlemanlilike manner." Mr. Darcy was stiff and awkward with his declaration.

Alas, Elizabeth seemed as bound to misunderstand Mr. Darcy as he was her. She took immediate office that he would presume she would insult a gentleman. She was offended that he thought so little of her intelligence. She was mortified that he would see her as little more than a particularly effective paid companion; one acquired without the difficulty of pay. The two went from a pleasant conversation to a brief but passionate argument to a harsh silence.

Mr. Darcy invented an excuse to return to Netherfield soon leaving his sister and Mr. Bingley to accept the invitation to supper at Longbourn.

The next day, Elizabeth wished to return the polite call of Georgiana. Staying true to her habits, she donned sturdy shoes and began the walk to Netherfield. Nearing the house, she found Mr. Darcy wandering the shrubbery.

"Miss Bennet," the gentleman said with no little surprise. Why he would not expect to see Miss Elizabeth traipsing across the countryside on a pleasant morning merely owned to the sad fact he was not as familiar with her as he thought.

"Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth politely replied dropping a curtsy. "I hope you are well this morning."

"I am well, thank you. And your family, how are they this morning?" he asked in halting tones.

"My family is well," Elizabeth replied, frustrated with this cold civility.

"It is a lovely morning, is it not?" Mr. Darcy continued. "It is on such mornings I find myself wishing to be at Pemberly."

Elizabeth made a polite response, giving Mr. Darcy all the encouragement needed to continue on the one subject on which he could speak at length. As he expounded the view from a particular field or the immense time required to ride the circumference of the estate, his countenance softened and an expression of wistfulness nearly overcame his features. However, Elizabeth was determined to continue walking at his side, not looking at his face. Thus, to her, this lengthy speech regarding his estate sounded to her as if he were a braggart.

Before Elizabeth could offer a response, thankfully, they were at the steps of Netherfield and the two parted ways. Elizabeth was most displeased as she was now, more than ever, in firm belief that Mr. Darcy was arrogant and inconsiderate. Georgiana noticed her ill mood, but wisely chose not to comment. The two spent a pleasant morning making a mockery as they attempted to play duets.

Later in the day, Georgiana went to find her brother. She had not seen him since breakfast and wished to spend some time with him. Determining that he was most likely to be found in the library she went thither. Her supposition was proven correct.

Upon nudging the heavy door ajar, she heard voices in earnest discussion. Quickly recognizing it was Mr. Bingley and her brother, she began to retreat. However, the subject matter was such that her female instincts propelled her to remain and eavesdrop.

"Bingley, are you quite certain? This is no small step for a man," Georgiana heard her brother say.

"Darcy, I am well aware of that. I love her. I am well able to care for a wife. This is what I wish," Mr. Bingley declared.

"Be that as it may, are you certain she feels as that she feels for you as you do for her? I have not detected any particular regard from Miss Bennet," at her brother's words Georgiana gasped.

"In addition there is her family. Her mother, three youngest sisters, and even her father exhibit positively ridiculous behavior. They are not exactly of our social circle," Georgiana was appalled as her brother continued.

"Are you certain you wish to align yourself with such a family?" Mr. Darcy concluded.

At this moment, Mr. Darcy was to receive a considerable shock.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy I am positively ashamed to call you my brother at this moment!" Georgiana flew into the library. Her face was flushed; her entire being tense with anger. She took a position directly in front of her brother's stance by the fire place. Though their statures were far from equal, the intense emotion flowing through Georgiana made her seem a more powerful creature than her brother.

"How dare you presume to know the feelings of a woman so far removed from your circle of intimates! How dare you to presume that the lack of shameless flirtation denotes a woman who does not love! To malign her family when you, yourself, associate with them and allow the eldest to be of my closest acquaintances is utterly hypocritical!" Georgiana paused to draw breath.

The gentlemen were in a mild state of shock. Neither ever witnessed such force from the young girl. Indeed she was showing a side of her personality yet to be explored.

"How dare you criticize a delightful young woman who is the picture of appropriate and genteel behavior. In fact, dear brother, she is very much like you. Neither of you express deep emotion, but that does not translate to a lack of such feelings. Perhaps if you looked to those with a deeper understanding of Miss Bennet's feelings and thoughts you might find a far different depiction of her attachment to Mr. Bingley? Perhaps if you had taken time to speak to me or her sister, Elizabeth, you would be well aware that she does indeed care for your friend. Perhaps if you took the time to look beyond the first impression you would see a thoughtful, deeply loving, intelligent young woman!" Georgiana finally realized what she had said.

For a full five minutes the three stood staring at each other, amazed by the preceding moments. Surprisingly, Mr. Bingley was the first to gather his thoughts into words. His question was unsurprising.

"Are you saying, Miss Darcy, that you believe Miss Bennet cares for me?" Mr. Bingley asked.

Georgiana looked away from her brother. "Yes, Mr. Bingley, I can say that I believe my dear friend cares very much for you." She offered a small smile.

Mr. Darcy was still shocked by the words and manner of his sister. He stood, staring at her with great incredulity. Mr. Bingley apparently gathered his gumption in addition to his thoughts.

"Well, Darcy, as much as you know I value your thoughts on any matter of importance, I must yield to the wisdom of your sister. I do believe that she may be more knowledgeable in this matter," Mr. Bingley was widely grinning by this time and quickly determining the earliest hour he could reasonably call at Longbourn in the morning.

Finally Mr. Darcy spoke, "It is apparent my sister is better acquainted with the issues at hand. You had best take her word over mine. Please excuse me." Mr. Darcy then quickly left the library.

With this outburst, Miss Darcy crossed from the realm of obedient and subdued school room miss to a young woman of known opinions and fierce emotions. It would continue to be a rough journey as she completed the transformation. Miss Darcy feared her brother was irrevocably upset with her. Even in his mood of anticipating every happiness, Mr. Bingley saw her distress. Knowing the surest way to improve her mood, he led her to Benjamin's rooms. The two spent the remainder of the afternoon with the boy.

Mr. Darcy was far from upset with his sister. In fact, he knew this day was inevitable. She would not remain the shy, quiet, girl who saw her brother as a father-figure. Inevitably she would become a young woman and realize her brother was nothing more than a young man struggling to maintain an estate and raise his sister.

As Mr. Darcy strode out from Netherfield he thought on the changes within his sister. He was pleased the discomfort and awkwardness of her youth were fading. Her confidence was admirable, especially knowing she would face the wagging tongues of the Ton soon. While her new found confidence would make life a considerably more challenging for him, he was wise enough to recognize that it would prove invaluable for his sister. He always knew she was witty, intelligent, and intuitive. Finally, the latch was lifted and she finally felt free to express herself. Problematic though it may prove, Darcy was grateful for this change.

Here though, he came to a discomforting thought. No matter how he examined the situation, the obvious fact was that the release of Georgiana's spirit was due to exactly one cause. Miss Elizabeth Bennet provided such guidance and support for his sister that he never could do. For a young man who had learned to manage an estate, household, and the Ton when other young men were off enjoying the pleasures of life, the recognition of his limitations was such he could not easily accept. Yet the evidence proved Elizabeth Bennet his superior in this matter.

To admit this rankled every fiber in Darcy. Here was a country girl of inferior breeding, little wealth, and less formal education. How could she possibly know more of raising a young girl than he?

Thus Mr. Darcy wandered the grounds of Netherfield for some time. His ramble kept him from dining with his friend and sister. As he ascended to his rooms and kept to himself that evening, he was unaware of the plans for the morning.

At a nearly indecent hour Georgiana Darcy left without notifying her brother of her departure. As she was escorted by Mr. Bingley, the staff of Netherfield saw nothing amiss. The two left on horseback for Longbourn.

Upon beginning to ascend the lane at Longbourn, the ladies of the house were thrown into a tumult. Elizabeth and Kitty were shooed down to greet their guests. Jane had the exclusive attention of Hill and the maid while Lydia and Mary were left to their own attention. For all involved, it was quite beneficial that Mrs. Bennet was still in her dressing gown and night cap.

Elizabeth rose from her curtsy and caught the significant expression in Georgiana's eye. Being quite quick herself, Elizabeth put the circumstances together and determined that today would set her eldest sister on the path to happiness.

In surprisingly short time, Jane came down the stairs accompanied by Lydia. The two youngest Bennet girls began an inconsequential discussion apart from the others. Knowing that breakfast would be delayed this morning and obviously there were more important matters to be settled, Elizabeth proposed a walk to Oakham Mount. The view was particularly pleasant at this early hour.

After Elizabeth and Jane gathered their bonnets and cloaks, the four set out on their morning walk. Georgiana skillfully took Elizabeth's arm setting the group in the perfect placement. The two young women followed the young couple at a comfortable distance. Neither pair could hear the words of the other unless a concerted effort was made, yet the girls could legitimately play the role of chaperone.

"Well, Miss Bennet, I do believe that we shall shortly be speaking of lace and flowers," Georgiana declared.

"Quite right, Miss Darcy. Alas for me, I believe all I will hear at home for weeks to come will be lace, flowers, satin, five thousand a year, and ‘what pin money'! How shall I ever survive?" bemoaned Lizzy.

The two gave up their pretensions and enjoyed a mirthful chuckle. Neither wished to disturb the pair in front of them.

"Do you think his family will approve of the match?" Elizabeth asked.

True to her developing nature, Georgiana hesitated a moment before saying, "His sisters are pretentious creatures. The younger has set herself after my brother. They seek status, fashion, and wealth. Happiness, love, and friendship are concepts they are ill-formed to embrace. However, the elder has a house in town and the younger often stays there. Especially with dear Benjamin, Miss Bingley chooses to stay with her sister, Mrs. Hurst. We both know that Benjamin heartily approves of your sister. The question there remains whether he will be willing to share her with Mr. Bingley!"

Elizabeth was sorry that Mr. Bingley's sisters were unlikely to be friendly to her sister. She paused for a moment as she realized that upon marrying Mr. Bingley, Jane would become instantly a mother.

"Jane will be facing many adjustments with her marriage. I do think that she will find great happiness with Mr. Bingley. As for Benjamin, he will find a wonderful mother and likely adore Jane," Elizabeth noted.

"Who could not adore Jane?" Georgiana said. However, her countenance fell as she said this and Lizzy just happened to catch the expression.

"Georgie, whatever is the matter?"

"My brother is the most ridiculous, superficial creature placed on this earth. Why he could not see how wonderfully made for each other Mr. Bingley and Jane are is utterly beyond my comprehension. And to say such unfeeling things! Oh, Lizzy, I have never been more furious in my life!"

Shocked by this sudden outburst, Elizabeth asked, "Whatever do you mean? Are you quite alright?"

Georgiana hesitated, but realized that as her only true, dear friend, she needed to unburden herself to Elizabeth. Telling the story of what passed the night before, Georgiana confirmed all Elizabeth's thoughts.

While Elizabeth previously had only a general feeling of Mr. Darcy's arrogance, managing nature, and complete disregard for the feelings of others her assumptions seemingly were confirmed. This new information vindicated her first impression of the gentleman. She congratulated herself on determining his nature as an excessively disagreeable gentleman.

The two conversed over the matter for a few more moments before a radiant Jane turned their way. Her beatific face confirmed their conjectures. Soon there would be a wedding at Longbourn.

Posted on 2008-07-24

The felicity of Mr. Bingley and Jane could only be surpassed by that of Mrs. Bennet. The great gossip of Meryton now had fodder for years of superior looks and flagrant gloating towards her neighbors. The pin money, horses, and carriages were enough to put her in raptures.

The happiness of Jane and Mr. Bingley was far more subdued but much more rationally founded. The two were near inseparable during the polite hours and this author can only imagine what happy thoughts dwelled in their dreams. Jane's youngest sisters were pleased as they anticipated the engagement ball, gentlemen in the finest attire, and dreamt of their own wedding arrangements. Elizabeth was all that could be imagined at the moment. She knew this engagement offered her sister heartfelt happiness sure to last her entire life. A sense of loss was already finding its way to Elizabeth's heart as she contemplated life without her sister at her side.

Soon the raptures of Mrs. Bennet took the form of slightly more constructive thoughts. Questions of what the trousseau need be and where the items must be purchased came to dominate her conversation. By extension, all in Longbourn were required to dwell on these issues.

One morning, not two weeks after the engagement, the entire Netherfield party was in attendance at Longbourn. Georgiana heard the excited statements and questions not seeking answers offered by Mrs. Bennet.

"Why, Mrs. Bennet, the shops in London are just the thing for dear Jane. Oh, I would love to take you to my modiste. The wonders she works are absolutely stunning," Georgiana said as much to Jane as to Mrs. Bennet.

Thankfully before Mrs. Bennet could overcome her astonishment and say something to the embarrassment of her daughters, Jane spoke.

"Georgiana, that would be so kind of you. However, I truly think that the shops here are more than adequate for my needs," Jane softly spoke.

"Darcy, did you not say that you were going to have to attend to some business in town at the end of the week? What say you to escorting a few of these ladies to town for some shopping?"

Nothing could be further from Mr. Darcy's intentions. However, the prospect was possible and far be it from him to deny his sister simple pleasures. Her current happiness seemed bound in this scheme as she looked with wide-eyed hopefulness at her brother.

"I do not see a problem with this. I must wonder where exactly the ladies should stay. It would be most improper for them to reside with you. In addition we need to determine what to do with Benjamin while we leave the manor," Mr. Darcy was ever the sensible one.

Mr. Bennet, thankfully, had chosen this morning to receive the callers with his wife and daughters. Yet again, Mrs. Bennet was thwarted by her husband speaking before she could draw breath.

"I believe I may safely vouch a solution to all your difficulties. My brother resides in London and the eldest girls often visit his family. With little difficulty their stay might be arranged in their home. In addition, my brother's eldest boy is just about Benjamin's age. Perhaps if you take the boy with you, he and my nephew might find enjoyment in each other's company. I believe my sister would be a valuable shopping companion to my girls as their mother will be needed here by the household and the youngest girls."

In lightning move of which the Colonel would have marveled, the trip was arranged without inconvenience to any party and the more than inconvenient presence of Mrs. Bennet was removed.

Surprisingly, Mr. Bingley sensed that Mrs. Bennet was about to let loose with her thoughts on the matter. Accordingly, he quickly proposed that the Netherfield party depart to arrange the details of carriages leaving the Longbourn party to arrange things with their London relatives.

One month later, the party departed for London. Delayed by business at Netherfield, they now had the planned upon three weeks to enjoy the excitement of the city, purchase the required items for the trousseau, and establish a lifelong friendship between Benjamin and the Gardiner lad.

Miss Georgiana Darcy enjoyed shopping with her friends. Never having had true sisters or even close female companionship of her own age this was a novel experience. However, her displeasure toward her brother continued. Her ire merely fed Elizabeth's frustrations.

The fractious pair were never overt in their behavior, but that made it all the more frustrating. The words they spoke were all that was proper to Mr. Darcy. However, they used the simple words that society dictated to cover the annoyance, displeasure, and censure in their voices. Mrs. Gardiner observed the behavior of her niece. The chaos of constant comings and goings in addition to Benjamin running through the house with her children made it impossible for her to speak with Elizabeth. No one else besides Mr. Darcy would have the fortitude to face the wrath of Elizabeth Bennet and her new assistant Georgiana Darcy. As he was the object of their displeasure, he was loathe to step between them.

Finally it all came to a point on the carriage ride home from the city. The party had stopped to refresh themselves and the horses at a small inn. Elizabeth and Georgiana separated from the group to enjoy a brief stroll in the field behind the establishment. When they returned, Mr. Darcy was quite anxious.

"Georgiana! Where have you been?" he said in the stern voice reserved for when he was truly anxious.

"I merely took a brief walk with Lizzy. After the morning folded into the carriage, my legs simply demanded it," and with a look of condescension learned from her brother, Georgiana took Elizabeth's arm and returned to the carriage.

Jane was waiting for them with Mr. Bingley in position on his horse next to the carriage window. Benjamin, tired from the journey and filled by the biscuits the innkeeper's wife offered already was asleep on Jane's lap. Once the footman handed her in, Elizabeth noted her sister's expression.

For a few moments, as long as it took the carriage to gain its speed and the gentlemen to pace themselves, the ladies in the carriage were silent. Finally Jane broke the peace as Elizabeth knew she would.

"Georgiana, I am about to take some serious liberties with our friendship and I would ask for your forgiveness, but I am most assured of my justness. You both are behaving in a juvenile, self-righteous, and abominable manner. No, do not interrupt me for I am not finished," Jane drew breath before continuing as her companions held theirs in mild shock.

"I know your displeasure with Mr. Darcy stems from unjust and unfeeling words he spoke. Not only did Charles tell me of this, but Mr. Darcy himself apologized. Charles and I were the wronged ones. While I appreciate that you took offense out of your care for me, you have simply taking that offense to an objectionable level."

"Georgiana, your brother simply wishes to protect those he loves. Charles is as a younger brother to him. Just as he strives to keep harm from touching you, he wishes to prevent from Charles experiencing hurt. The exact same feelings motivated him to caution my fiancee that have resulted in you two behaving like insensible harpies!"

"I am deathly tired of the cold silences punctuated only by colder words. We have only a fortnight until my wedding. These are the last days in my childhood home I will have to remember. They are the last days I will have to prepare. I will not have them spoiled by you. Please forgive Mr. Darcy. Charles and I have. For the next weeks I wish for peace."

Jane managed this passionate speech, a rare spectacle for her, without awaking the child on her lap. Once she spoke her mind, she glanced out the window and gently stroked Benjamin's hair.

Georgiana had never witnessed such from Jane before. Some of her previous insecurities resurfaced as she feared for her friendship with the young woman. Just as the insecurities grew to a nearly overwhelming level, Elizabeth spoke.

"Jane, I know I speak for both of us when I say that I am truly sorry that our behavior has diminished this special time for you. You are quite right. Will you ever find it in your kind heart to forgive us?"

With that, all returned to their former roles.

"Oh, Lizzy, as if I could ever be resentful. You are far too good to me!" Jane said with a hint of embarrassment regarding her earlier passionate response.

"Jane, you are the one who is far too good! You have forgiven my obstinacy. You know how reticent I am to let go of my first impressions of people. I promise that I shall behave from this point forward," Elizabeth said.

Georgiana retreated a bit into herself, but did venture forth to say, "I do apologize, Jane. I was resentful and judgmental. The same characteristics I was accusing my brother of exploiting. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you both. Now let us speak of more pleasant things." With that the three young women forayed into the ever fascinating topic of the wedding plans.

Though words were never spoken in apology to Mr. Darcy, all noticed the change in the young women's behavior. For the weeks remaining until Mr. Bingley and Jane were wed, the two girls behaved perfectly. Georgiana was again respectful. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was a pleasant acquaintance.

When the two women found the opportunity, they escaped their respective houses to the paths and their friendship. As Elizabeth saw her sister slipping from her grasp, she especially treasured the friendship of Georgiana. Though Jane would always be her dearest sister, Georgiana was quickly becoming an irreplaceable part of Elizabeth's life. Georgiana found in Elizabeth the confidant she had always been lacking. A brother so much her senior was an authority figure, not a companion. In Elizabeth, Georgiana found what all young women seek, someone to understand them.

Thus it was that the departure of Mr. and Mrs. Bingley for their wedding tour brought many tears. Elizabeth shed tears over her sister who was no longer bound just to her. As Elizabeth tried to smile through her misting eyes, she waved to the carriage. A small arm in a fine dress took Elizabeth's arm and held tight.

"They are well matched. They shall find every happiness together. If it was not her in that carriage, Elizabeth, it would be you in one not too far from now. You may no longer live under the same roof nor have the same name, but you will always be sisters. No man, no distance will ever change that."

"Georgiana, how did you become so wise?"

"Why reading, and this particular impertinent friend of mine," the young woman turned to face Elizabeth.

"Yes, quite true. I do believe that friend of yours is a veritable paragon of wisdom," Elizabeth said, offering a slight smile. "And of beauty." The two finally found laughter.

The celebration continued for a short time after the happy couple left. Benjamin was beyond all hope of settling as he was going to spend the time his cousin was on tour with the Gardiners. Mr. and Mrs. Bingley would return to Netherfield through London to retrieve their charge and establish their household in three weeks.

Once the Gardiner carriage left for London, another carriage was prepared for removal from Netherfield. One must note that the wedding breakfast was held at Netherfield as none were impervious to the constant hints of Mrs. Bennet. In order to appease her grand designs, the ever obliging Mr. Bingley agreed to the use of his home for the breakfast. Mr. Bennet was particularly pleased and in return offered his new son-in-law a particularly large amount of a particularly excellent port. All were quite content with the arrangement.

As is often the case, the best is saved for last, and the last carriage to leave from Netherfield for London was the grandest one. As it was to transport Mr. and Miss Darcy, it was a source of tears for both Elizabeth and Georgiana. The two were devastated to leave each other, but there was, at this juncture, no polite way to extend their friendship other than through letters.

So life settled to a quiet pace for several weeks. A significant rise in the volume of post arriving and departing from Longbourn was noticed. The new Mrs. Bingley wrote of the sights she saw on her wedding tour. Given the instability of the Continent, the tour consisted of sights in England. As she was little traveled to that point, Jane saw everything as grand. As a new bride, she was already predisposed to be pleased with all around her. As it was Jane, she would see no flaws.

In due time, the Bingleys returned to Netherfield. Benjamin brought a liveliness to the household that reminded Mr. Bennet of Elizabeth. Just as with her sister, Jane was able to temper the exuberance. Apparently the stay with young children his own age was quite agreeable to him and continued to help him heal his grief.

What of Elizabeth? She continued to take her rambles. The changing countryside always occupied her mind. Her mother's nerves, though temporarily lightened knowing one daughter was well married, soon returned to their previous state often requiring Lizzy to act as comforter. She continued her reading, chats with her father, and ample correspondence. Soon there were visits to Netherfield to see Jane. As they often included pirate kidnappings or Amazon explorations with Benjamin, she was never in need of additional excitement.

So abruptly the neighborhood was devoid of all gentlemen of marriageable age and considerable fortune. They were either happily settled with their wives or had left the district. This left our heroine in a pitiable predicament. However, Dear Reader, we are well aware that when a heroine lacks for adventure at home, she must necessarily leave home and hearth for the wilds in search of her story.

Posted on 2008-07-30

Spring brought the men of fortune to the neighborhood. Summer brought the courtship of Jane. The autumn brought a life changed. This chilly season saw Elizabeth often at her small writing desk.

October 30, 18--

"Lizzy, reading another letter from Miss Darcy are you?" asked Mr. Bennet.

"Yes, Papa. She was telling me of the second volume of poetry she just finished reading with her brother. The insights they discussed were very interesting. I shall recommend to her the book we just read with Mary. I think that Georgiana would appreciate it," Lizzy surmised.

"I am impressed with the volume and frequency of your letters. There must be a veritable ditch place of the post road between Derbyshire and Longbourn. Dear me, I do fear for the taxes," Mr. Bennet concluded with a bemused smile as he returned to his study. Lizzy returned to the parlor to write her reply to Georgiana.

Georgiana let out a soft sigh.

"What is the matter?" asked her brother. He was seated across from her in the library reading his own correspondence. As his letter was from Mr. Bingley, the distraction was a chance to give his eyes a rest from the blotted and spotted note.

"Oh, nothing brother. I am simply reading the latest letter from Elizabeth. Though it has been many months, she is feeling the loss of her sister. She is blaming it on the weather. It will take her time. Perhaps also it would take her own marriage to fill that void," Georgiana drifted into her own thoughts with her last statement.

‘He would need to be an intrepid soul to attempt to woo Elizabeth Bennet,' Fitzwilliam Darcy thought to himself.

Rousing herself from her thoughts, Georgiana went to her writing desk to pen her response.

May 23, 18--

"Lizzy, if you pace any more in front of the door we will have to replace the floorboards. Whatever is the matter?" Mr. Bennet asked.

"I have not heard from Georgiana yet. In all our months of correspondence we send our letters within a day of receiving a letter from the other. I sent my letter nearly a fortnight ago. There has been no response," Lizzy said.

"Perhaps the letter went astray. Why do you not write again? Perhaps she is wondering why you have not written," Mr. Bennet rationally suggested.

Lizzy did not even respond. She quickly marched up the stairs to her room to compose a letter to send out in that day's post.

"Still no letter from the north, Lizzy?" asked Mr. Bennet a seven night later.

"No, father. I am becoming concerned. I cannot imagine her dropping our correspondence without notice. Her relatives were coming to visit her, so I do not believe she is traveling. Indeed, I am at a loss to explain it," Elizabeth contemplated.

Just as Mr. Bennet returned to the book in his hand and Lizzy turned to the book she was idly staring at, a commotion was heard from the hall.

"Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet! You must come at once!"

The slightest sigh escaped Mr. Bennet as he placed a marker in his book and opened the door.

"Whatever is the matter Mrs. Bennet? Why such commotion?"

"Why the most impressive carriage has just turned on our drive! Look! It is now at our door!" the mistress of Longbourn nearly fainted at the excitement. Thankfully Hill kept some salts in her apron pocket.

Deciding his wife was in no form to face whatever business the carriage had with Longbourn, Mr. Bennet wisely suggested, "Mrs. Bennet, should you not prepare yourself for visitors? Why do you not return to the parlor in case our guests are in need of refreshment?"

"Oh, yes, my dear Mr. Bennet!"

From the study, Elizabeth smiled.

The door was then opened to reveal none other than an impressively dressed footman with a letter. It was passed to the Longbourn servant who in turn handed it to Mr. Bennet. Without opening the letter, he walked into the study and offered the letter to his daughter.

"Father?" she asked.

"It is addressed to you, Lizzy. I will hardly begin to open your correspondence at this stage of your life," he said.

Lizzy broke the seal. She did not recognize the imprint, but the coat of arms indicated someone of significance.

For a full minute, Elizabeth sat dumbfounded by this most peculiar letter. Finally, the fact that her very dear friend was terribly ill was realized.

"I must leave," Elizabeth said standing and beginning a determined walk to the door.

"Elizabeth, would you care to explain?" her father asked.

"Georgiana is sick. Her brother is gone. Her aunt is alone with her and begs me to come to stay to help. I cannot ignore this request. The carriage is for me to use. To carry me to Pemberley. Here, read this. I must pack." Elizabeth handed her father the note as she ran up the stairs to pack her trunk.

A bewildered Mr. Bennet followed his daughter up the stairs a few moments later.

"Are you certain you wish to do this? It is truly a long journey to make by oneself. I fear for your safety. Certainly a request from someone as Lady Fitzwilliam may not easily be dismissed, but if you have any reservations I will brave all her displeasure," Mr. Bennet prevaricated.

"Father, if this were Jane, do you think any of those argument would keep me here? Did they keep me here? I will not leave Georgiana to battle this illness herself. I will send word when I arrive safely."

Elizabeth managed to pack a small trunk in under a quarter hour. Her mother would inevitably begrudge the wardrobe she chose, but Elizabeth was not concerned with dinner parties or impressing any Peers. She thought only of her friend.

As Elizabeth rushed down the stairs, her father thought how he wished he were traveling with her. Not only for her safety, but he dreaded telling Mrs. Bennet of this.

Thus, Elizabeth was on her way to Derbyshire within three-quarters of an hour after it arrived. The horses were tired to be sure, but even they seemed to sense the urgency. Elizabeth was to Pemberley.

Posted on 2008-09-10

It was with great trepidation, relief, and exhaustion that Elizabeth stepped down from the carriage at the steps of Pemberley. As it was full night and her thoughts were already indoors, Elizabeth paid no heed to the exterior of the estate. The front door was open and a figure stood in state, waiting.

"Miss Bennet, I presume," the woman said as Elizabeth entered.

"Yes, Lady Matlock, I presume," Elizabeth replied regaining some of her vivacity in the well lit hall and in the face of a sensed challenge. She dropped the appropriate curtsy. Rising, she continued, "You summoned me and I left immediately."

"Yes, this is a most unusual situation as you are well aware, I am sure. First, we will put any unnecessary business to the side until my niece recovers. Second, I am, most definitely, defying convention and some of my better judgment having you here. However, it seems that you may be the best hope for my niece at this time. For her sake I will do anything. Third, you may address me as Lady Matilda. I am positive you have gathered I answer to many names, but that will also do for now. Well then, let us go to Georgiana."

Elizabeth Bennet was not one easily abashed. The master of Pemberley could readily attest to that. However, the presence, words, and manner of this most unusual Lady Matilda Matlock achieved that rare feat. Elizabeth quickly followed Lady Matilda up the imposing staircase using this opportunity to more closely examine the Countess of Matlock. Her dress was obviously of the finest and well tailored materials. The cut and trimmings were subdued. While her personality was apparently excessively noticeable, her taste was impeccably muted. Her hair was wound in a simple, but fashionable style. Elizabeth gathered that though the Lady Matilda was devoting herself to her niece's care, she still was determined to maintain her station's dignity. Curious as to whether the concern exhibited translated to affection that could overcome such dignity; Elizabeth followed Lady Matilda to Georgiana's room.

"The doctor was just here. He has come each morning and evening to determine Georgiana's needs. Currently she is running an exceptional fever and, while not unconscious, her mind is not at rest. I have had myself and some of Pemberley's most trusted maids with her at all times for the past week. Once you have seen to her, we will talk again in the morning room. A servant will show you the way," Lady Matilda dictated as she opened the door and ushered Elizabeth to her niece.

Elizabeth felt her breath hitch as she saw the girl on the bed. Crossing through the private sitting room she did not note the furnishings or glaze on the wall. All she saw was the ashen, drawn face of her friend. Abandoning all pretense of genteel behavior meant to impress the Countess, she rushed to the bedside and took Georgiana's hand.

"Oh my dear, Georgie," Elizabeth whispered as she used her hand to wipe away a few hot strands of hair. Catching sight of a basin and cloth, Elizabeth took a moment to dampen the cloth and wipe her friend's brow.

This brief time was sufficient to see that the Countess' worries were well founded. Georgiana was indeed quite ill, far beyond anything Elizabeth had previously witnessed. The fever could be seen and felt on any space of skin. The illness had dulled the bright tresses Georgiana normally shone. Her lips were thin and dry, indeed, the illness was affecting them to the point of cracking.

"Could not the cook make a balm for her lips? Has she been taking any water or other liquids?" Elizabeth finally spoke to whoever remained in the room.

Surprised by the sudden questions and their shrewd practicality, Lady Matilda answered, "I had not thought of the balm." Turning to the maid she said, "Molly go to cook and determine if such a thing may be found or made." Returning her attention to Elizabeth, "When she is lucid enough, we give her as much water and broth as she can take. It is most insufficient, but we have no other option at this juncture."

Elizabeth continued to stroke the poor girl's hair. Many times she had taken such a position when one of her sisters fell ill. Feeling all the emotions due to a sister arising towards her friend, Elizabeth recognized that her heart would be broken should the worst occur. Determining that she must help to do all possible to nurse her dear friend, near sister, back to health, she resolutely turned to Lady Matilda.

"Let us have that conversation, Lady Matilda. I will spend the remainder of the night watching over Georgiana." Elizabeth rose and moved toward the door. Lady Matilda looked to Elizabeth with an inscrutable expression as she too continued on to the morning room.

The room was lit, the impeccable servants of Pemberley could do no less. Entering the room, Lady Matilda sat in an imposing chair with a gesture to Elizabeth. Taking the seat offered in a much more modest chair, Elizabeth looked to the Countess.

"You obviously have your wits about you, though from the speed of your journey you are a bit reckless. Yet when such behavior is to come to the aid of a friend and a punctual response to a summons from a superior I must allow for it. I take it you are one of many Miss Bennets?" the Countess asked.

"Yes. There are now four of us, Lady Matilda. My eldest sister was recently married."

"So I understand from my family. Your experience in a sick room comes from nursing your sisters, I presume?"

"Yes, Lady Matilda."

"Well, you are here now and will be residing in the quarters next to Georgiana's. I am in the rooms across the hall from her. You will find a maid has been assigned to you. All servants will respond to you as if you spoke with my authority. I trust you will not have any difficulties behaving accordingly."

Elizabeth by this time was exceptionally puzzled by this strange example of a Peer. At times she was officious, arrogant, and condescending. Yet, she also seemed to offer some sort of respect towards Elizabeth. It was not so much in her words as her air. This Peer seemed to have a willingness to accept Elizabeth an equal. Though Elizabeth sensed this came as more of a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down to prove she was indeed worthy to be in such a place.

"Lady Matilda, I am sure that I will have no difficulties. Will there be any restrictions on my time or care of Georgiana?"

"Any stipulations of care or time will most obviously come from the good doctor. While I have nursed my own children and even husband through several illnesses over the years none of those ventured into such dangerous conditions as Georgiana now exhibits."

Sensing the underlying emotion and concern in Lady Matilda, Elizabeth remained quiet.

"My nephew, you must have gathered is not currently in residence. Most imperative business called the men in my life to the continent. Thus leaving me with Georgiana just a few days before the fever settled. By the time the illness manifested its strength, my nephew and husband had left the country. Within days of the onset, the illness deepened and the doctor became acutely concerned. It was at that time I sent for you."

By this time, Elizabeth was immensely curious as to the business of Mr. Darcy and the Earl of Matlock. Knowing now was not the time, nor was it any of her rightful concern, Elizabeth kept her curiosity to herself.

"The doctor tells me that he does not know the cause of the fever. She does not have any of the feared illnesses of Scarlet Fever, consumption, or the like. He believes she has taken an infection and is fighting it. Accordingly he offers various treatments in an effort to calm her sleep, cool her skin, and assist her when she is able to take a bit of broth. The various concoctions and treatments he offers seem to be more of a necessity on his part to be useful than of particular medicinal value. Frankly, Miss Bennet, he and I are at a loss as to how to proceed. She does not recover, nor does she worsen. The doctor fears if the fever does not break within the next day or two, she may never recover or if she does, have lasting ill effects."

Before Elizabeth could respond, her companion continued.

"Miss Bennet, I know not of your complete connection with my family. However, from what I have heard from Georgiana, the trustworthy Mrs. Reynolds, and my other various sources, I believe you to be an honorable, intelligent, capable young woman. If I thought any less you would not be here. From the sparse baggage brought with you I hope your family will send additional clothing as I anticipate you will not be leaving any time soon."

Sensing a moment to finally reply, Elizabeth rushed with, "Yes, my father assured me he would send a more complete trunk. I trust my sisters will ensure that all I need is included."

"Well, you will not have to worry about any grand occasions. Not that I care for them much under the best of circumstances. You will find the current schedule here most irregular. I have been taking the majority of my meals in my or Georgiana's rooms. Perhaps we may find that for at least one meal a day, taking it in the normal dining room will benefit our sanity and personal health. After you settle in and we see to Georgiana, we can determine that. I have barely slept for days so I intend to take the full advantage of your presence. I sense that even had I insisted, you would take this night's nursing duties."

Answering the impish, yet tired smile of Lady Matilda, Elizabeth responded, "Yes, I can be quite stubborn about such things. I will see to Georgiana this night. Perhaps we could breakfast together before I take a short rest in the morning?"

"That is a good course of action. Why do you not go to change out of your traveling dress before seeing to Georgiana? Then in the morning, do not trouble yourself with any foolish dressing for meals. I do not believe in hollow formalities at times such as this."

Nodding her agreement, Elizabeth rose with Lady Matilda and returned to the family's rooms. Elizabeth was shown to her chambers by the Countess who then returned to her niece.

Ever so slightly aware of her surroundings, Elizabeth vaguely took in the rooms intended for her use. A sitting room, bed chamber, and ample wardrobe were at her disposal. The efficient maid had already unpacked her small baggage and brushed out a dress for her to wear. The maid hovered nearby offering her assistance. Quickly washing the journey's dust off of herself and dressing in a serviceable gown, Elizabeth went to Georgiana.

Lady Matilda wished her good night and left Elizabeth to her lonely vigil.

Several hours later, as she sat at the bedside Elizabeth was jolted from her thoughts and prayers by the clock striking three. Standing, she slowly stretched her stiff back and arms. Upon moving from her seat, she saw the maid still in the room. The worthy servant was keeping as diligent a vigil as Elizabeth.

"I do not want to trouble you, but would it be possible for me to have some tea? If the kitchen fire is not lit, please do not bother the staff."

Standing and curtseying, the maid responded, "The fire is always lit, Miss. Most particularly when there is illness in the house. I will fetch some tea for you."

Elizabeth returned to the bedside.

"Oh, Georgie, you must recover. We have not finished our conversations. You know, it is most rude to leave a conversation unfinished. I do not know how life can be lived without you, dear. You see, you have become a sister to me. Jane is married, she belongs to another. You have filled the space in my heart that was left and made it all your own. I count myself lucky to have five sisters. Oh, Georgie, you must recover." The final words were barely whispered, yet the maid who had returned to hear the heartfelt declarations heard all. The tear on her cheek testified to her feeling all the emotion of the moment.

Soon another servant entered with a tea tray. "Pardon me, Miss Bennet, but the cook has sent this tray to you. She insisted you eat something with your tea."

"Thank you. I shall try. Please return to your rest. I shall be fine for the rest of the night."

Elizabeth gratefully took the cup of tea and enticing treats. The cook was wise in her choices, a tempting array of biscuits, fruits, and cheeses were a welcome repast after the coarse food of the inns.

Tucking an errant lock of hair away, Elizabeth resumed her watch with the tray now by her side.

Descending the stairs to breakfast, Elizabeth was slow and methodical in her movements. The stress and exhaustion of her journey, her worries, and her nighttime vigil wrought their mark on her thoughts and body.

A discrete footman offered guidance to the breakfast room. There she found Lady Matilda looking more refreshed for her night of sleep.

"Do sit, Miss Bennet. I truly meant my words last night. There will be no ceremony or such between us at this juncture. Sit, my dear." Lady Matilda motioned to the servants to serve Miss Bennet.

Soon facing a plate of appetizing breakfast foods, a hot cup of tea, and an appraising Countess, Elizabeth felt herself more alert.

"Georgiana slept through the night. However, her fever still rages and she is not settled. I do hope that this day will bring an improvement," Elizabeth noted.

"So do I. I must insist that you rest, at least until luncheon. Perhaps you would care to join me then in Georgiana's room."

"Yes, I find that even my stubbornness must agree to the chance to sleep."

The two had a simple conversation regarding Elizabeth's travels until they finished their meal. Elizabeth then gratefully returned to her bedchamber. She fell into the deep mattress and instantly was asleep.

Later that afternoon found Elizabeth again in Georgiana's room. Lady Matilda had gone to take a rest. Elizabeth offered the long needed opportunity for the older woman to recover from her time of nearly constant nursing.

Having found a book of verse, Elizabeth was reading to Georgiana. Occasionally she would offer her thoughts on a particular poem. Occasionally silence would overtake her.

During one of these particular moments of commentary, Elizabeth was quite adamant in her dislike of a particular love poem. So caught up in the sentiment, she nearly missed something of far more importance. Thankfully, the slight movement caught her eye.

"Georgie!" she murmured as her friend's eyelashes fluttered again. The name, said with all a sister's love, seemed to help the girl struggle for consciousness. The eyes stayed open for a moment longer, coming to rest on Elizabeth. A look of confusion and relief passed over the languid eyes.

"Elizabeth? Whatever are you doing here?" Georgiana nearly croaked out

"Oh, thank heavens! Do not worry. Your aunt called me here. I arrived last night. Now you just rest, dear one. Go back to sleep and recover your strength."

As Georgiana closed her eyes, Elizabeth returned to the now familiar movement of stroking Georgiana's hair. Something much practiced on her own sisters, it was a new and comforting feeling of safety to the sick girl. Once Elizabeth was sure Georgiana was sleeping comfortably and her forehead was no longer so hot to the touch, Elizabeth rushed from the room.

Racing across the hall, gathering the notice and concern of the otherwise subtle servants, Elizabeth rapidly knocked on Lady Matilda's door. The Countess opened the door herself just a moment later, greeting Elizabeth with a look of panic and concern.

"Do not worry! She has woken and was quite lucid. I think the fever is breaking!"

Lady Matilda rushed, matching Elizabeth's earlier sprint, to her niece. Indeed, she found Georgiana peacefully sleeping with a noticeably cooler temperature.

The two women, nearly strangers, found themselves embracing each other in joy and thankfulness.

Chapter 13 - A Quiet Interlude

Posted on 2008-10-08

For some time the two women kept to the sick room, watching Georgiana sleep. Periodically one would feel to see if the fever was indeed leaving the poor girl. Finally after nearly two hours of silence, confident that the fever was broken, Lady Matilda left to send off some much looked for correspondence.

Elizabeth stayed, keeping watch over her friend. After another hour passed, Georgiana woke.

"You really are here," she whispered.

"Yes, you must abandon all hope to getting rid of me. I am most determined to stay. Would you like a sip of water?" Elizabeth asked.

After Georgiana nodded, Elizabeth assisted her friend in drinking the first substantial amount of liquid in days. It took over a quarter of an hour, but the girl drank half a glass of water. The effort had tired her again.

"I fear that it will be some time before we may take one of our infamous walks, Georgie. Until then I will have to keep you entertained with my poor reading, horrible music, and worse yet, letters from my mother," Elizabeth teased.

"Oh, I your mother's letters are quite that terrible," riposted Georgiana. The faintest hint of a smirk showed she was indeed past the worst of the illness.

Elizabeth gave her a hard stare. "Just for that we shall get you changed into a new night gown. I can only imagine how long you have been wearing that. Do you want me to call your maid or am I sufficient help for you?"

Betraying her country upbringing and the practicalities of years living with four sisters, Elizabeth saw nothing amiss. Georgiana, slightly surprised, was even more surprised by her answer.

"If you truly do not mind, I would rather your help, Lizzy. Teasing though you might be, I think you are stronger and gentler than my maid could be," Georgiana shyly and hoarsely said.

"Very well then, my ulterior motive is accomplished. I now have leave to go through your wardrobe. What surprises I might find!"

Georgiana had to laugh, though the effort left her with a soft cough instead of soft laughter. Elizabeth returned with a simple and comfortable alternative for Georgiana. Elizabeth dressed Georgiana with all the care she afforded her own sisters. Once the task was completed, Georgiana was exhausted yet again. Tucking the girl in as she did to Kitty and Lydia when they were small, Elizabeth kissed the girl's now cooling forehead.

"Lizzy, I am so tired. You must be too," Georgiana said. Elizabeth began to shake her head, "No, do not try to deny how tired you are. I see those dark circles. Promise me you shall not return tonight. Go to your own room to rest, please?" The quiet plea was enough to persuade Elizabeth.

"Since you command it, it shall be so," Elizabeth made an exaggerated courtly curtsy. "Though I shall come to see you first thing in the morning. I expect to see dramatic improvement!"

With that Elizabeth left Georgiana who was already near to sleep. Quietly shutting the door as she left, Elizabeth leaned against the shut door. The fatigue and relief finally overcame her. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Though she did not notice her own tears, the footman nearby did. Within hours, all the staff was aware of the great heart that Elizabeth Bennet had. Within moments, Elizabeth's maid had a warm bath scented with rose oil waiting for her tired charge. Yes, Elizabeth had already earned the respect and affection of the Pemberley staff.

Elizabeth spent the rest of the evening and night in her chambers. A light meal was brought on a tray. The gesture was deeply appreciated as it allowed Elizabeth to dine while more comfortably attired. Following her early and simple meal, Elizabeth penned brief notes to her sisters. Jane received the longest while the remaining Miss Bennets were to receive only a few lines.

Finally, Elizabeth fell into a long, deep slumber. So deep and complete was her night, she woke confused as to her surroundings and recent happenings. Within moments she gathered her wits. For the first time since her arrival, Elizabeth took her time in her morning routine. This allowed her to get her first true impression of her rooms.

The light streamed in through the large windows. In the warm morning light, the rose colored bedding seemed to glow. The walls were covered with a flattering shade of the same hue. The beautiful drapes stretched the entire height of the towering windows. The furniture was covered with a soft velvet like fabric in a deeper color that was closer to the thick rugs. All the woodwork surrounding the doors were carved with delicate roses and vines. Elizabeth appreciated the dedication put into making this truly the Rose Room.

As always, Elizabeth was greeted by the maid assigned to her. An appropriate dress was already laid out and carefully prepared. Enjoying the maid's deft and gentle movements while arranging her hair, Elizabeth smiled thinking how Lydia and Kitty would relish this attention.

Before finding her way to the breakfast room, Elizabeth sought out Georgiana. She crept into the bedchamber and found the girl still soundly, and peacefully, sleeping. She silently retreated.

Elizabeth took her time descending to the breakfast room. Now that her anxiety over Georgiana's health was subsiding, she took her time to notice her opulent surroundings. What astounded Elizabeth was not the wealth displayed, but how natural and appropriate it all looked. There was no pretentious grandeur or flamboyant display of wealth. The furnishings, paintings, mirrors, floral arrangements, all spoke of the highest quality and the refined taste of the inhabitants. Nothing was out of place or uncared for, each detail was exactly how it ought to be.

Spending her youth in the frantic environment of Longbourn, did not lend itself to seeing such organization and style. With five girls, all riotous in their own manners, things had a habit of moving, falling, disappearing, or otherwise looking comfortably lived in. Not that their home was dirty or damaged, but it was what you would expect from a lively family of a moderate income. Pemberley was what you would expect from an exceptionally small, quiet family of substantial income. Yet Elizabeth felt the halls gave a sense of stability, respectability, and confidence. Laughing to herself at such a foolish thought, it was nonetheless her impression.

Finishing her slow journey to the breakfast room, Elizabeth entered just a moment before Lady Matilda came from another part of the house.

"Good morning, Lady Matilda. I do hope you slept well," Elizabeth said.

"Yes, I must say it was the best rest I have had since Georgiana fell ill. Have you seen her yet this morning?"

"Yes, Lady Matilda, I went to her room a moment ago. She was sleeping quietly. I did not want to disturb her. I thought I would return following the meal to see how she was," Elizabeth replied.

"I plan to do the same. However, even if she is awake, I shall not remain with her for long. Now that the danger has passed, there are matters I must attend to. Please forgive me if I neglect the two of you today. There are letters and matters relating both to Pemberley and Matlock that require my attention," Lady Matilda concluded.

Yet again, Elizabeth was curious as to the business this Countess managed. Respecting what was a natural boundary, Elizabeth continued with the safe topic of Georgiana.

"I am curious how you see Georgiana's full recovery proceeding. I have never witnessed such an illness. I can only imagine it will be some time before she is fully well again," Elizabeth asked.

"Quite honestly, I too have never seen such a debilitating illness of this nature. One small blessing is that we are in the warmer months so that she eventually will be able to take part of the healthy outdoors as she recovers," here Lady Matilda paused. "I suppose now is as good a time as any to discuss the initial duration of your stay. With your elder sister's marriage I can imagine your mother is feeling the loss of her two eldest daughters. Do you believe she could spare you through the summer months?"

Smiling, Elizabeth replied, "I have no doubt my mother will spare me, however I know my father will be displeased. He does not like to have Jane and me gone from home for long. I know that he will not oppose my stay here. He trusts my judgment."

A small quirk of Lady Matilda's eyebrow belied her interest in Elizabeth's reply. "Well, I hope your father's displeasure is not too great. Shall we, pending Georgiana's health and wishes, plan on the full summer for your stay? I know you have a trunk coming, but this way should you need additional items you may either procure them in Lambton or write to your family."

"Thank you, I shall let my parents know of my intentions to stay. If they do not object, I thank you for your hospitality."

The conversation lightened to primarily focus on the lovely floral arrangements that the spring flowers offered. Elizabeth craved time in the outdoors, but knew she would not feel comfortable abandoning Georgiana to unwanted solitude. Once the meal was finished, the two women returned to the invalid's room.

Soon an entire fortnight passed. Elizabeth received the sizable trunk packed for her. She was grateful to the common sense of her father and Mary who intervened on the actual packing. The letter from her father that accompanied the trunk reveled in the absurd items her mother felt absolutely essential for Elizabeth. Thankfully the reason of her father and sister helped to ensure her more serviceable gowns and not only her finest ball gown made it into the trunk.

With a fresh wardrobe and beautiful spring weather, Elizabeth's spirits quickly rose. The influence she exerted on Georgiana was healthy and cheering. While the young girl remained in her chambers yet, she was sitting up and resting less and less.

Though she would not reflect on it for some time, Elizabeth was coming to a very homelike pattern at Pemberley. Mornings were reading with Georgiana. If she were weary, Elizabeth would attend to letters or embroidery while she rested or explore the paths and gardens closest to the main house. The afternoons were spent with Lady Matilda. Evenings were much like the mornings. Yes, Elizabeth was becoming quite comfortable at Georgiana's home.