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Chapter 23

Posted on Wednesday, 23 March 2005

A cool evening breeze rustled through the trees as Elizabeth sat on the low stone wall in her yard - the same place where she and William had been just two nights prior - not certain if she had walked out to this remote edge of the garden because it reminded her of him, or if she had merely wanted a breath of fresh air. Convincing herself that it was the latter, Elizabeth sighed as she looked out at the soccer field where she had first seen William coaching his son's team more than two months earlier. She smiled, trying to recall her initial impressions of him. Did I even pay attention to him? she thought to herself. Or was I more focused on the boys playing? Her brow furrowed as she strained to remember. "Hmmm..." she murmured aloud. "I don't recall what I first thought...if anything at all."

"Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?"

Startled by the sound of William's voice, Elizabeth quickly turned around to see the man who had dominated her thoughts since they had parted early that morning after saying 'goodbye' in Pemberley's garden.

"Actually, I do," she replied with a smile and a pertly arched eyebrow.

William grinned at Elizabeth while still standing several yards from where she rested. "That's probably one of the many reasons I find you so utterly charming."

"Indeed?"

He slowly approached her. "Yes, indeed." Taking her hands in his, he pulled her up from atop the wall, and without releasing his hold drew her closer to him. "You've been on my mind all day," he whispered while leaning to kiss her tenderly. "I had a wonderful evening." He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth while nuzzling into her hair.

"It was a very lovely evening," Elizabeth agreed. "I haven't danced for more than a year." She laid her head against William's shoulder and stared wistfully into the distance.

"Well then, I should make a point to dance with you more often...you were, by far, my favorite partner last night." William released his hold of Elizabeth, pulling back to see her face. "I wouldn't have guessed that you hadn't been out waltzing lately."

A slight smile formed on Elizabeth's lips as she turned to again take her seat on the garden wall, thinking about all the times she and Jonas had danced together - they went out quite often and sometimes they would just dance in the kitchen, whether there was music or not. She looked over at William who was leaning against the wall next to her. "That would be nice ... to dance again."

He shifted to sit by her side. "We will dance again." William took her hand in his. But next time it will only be the two of us, he thought, recalling the other men who had been her partners the night before. Staring down at their entwined fingers, he stroked his thumb across her hand, trying to repress the images that came to his mind of Elizabeth dancing with George Wickham. Without realizing it his grip on her tightened as his thoughts wandered this path until Elizabeth's voice drew his attention.

"William?"

Startled, he looked up at her.

"Did you hear me?"

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Are you all right?" Elizabeth asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. "You seemed as though you were somewhere else."

"I'm fine, just momentarily distracted." Lifting her hand, he placed a kiss on the back of it. "I'm sorry, please continue."

"I asked if Hugh had enjoyed the ball."

"He did, he said it was more enjoyable than he thought it would be. He also mentioned something about hearing you tell Caroline off. Is that true? Did you have another confrontation with her?"

Elizabeth nodded, almost embarrassed to have William asking about her encounter with his ex-wife. "I'm afraid so."

"According to Hugh's account, Caroline stalked away speechless." William smirked. "What exactly did you say to her?"

"Oh..." She waved her hand dismissively. "It's not important."

"But I'd like to know so I can tell her the same thing the next time she tries to provoke me."

Elizabeth laughed aloud. "I can't even remember what I said, but I'm sure you don't need my advice to handle Caroline - you do just fine on your own."

"I've had a great deal of practice."

"No doubt you have." Elizabeth gave his hand a squeeze. "But I'm sure you didn't come over tonight to talk about Caroline."

"Actually, I did."

"You did?"

"After hearing Hugh's telling of it I was curious to hear what you had to say about your row with her."

"Is that all you came over for?" Elizabeth asked, her eyebrow raised. "Because I can think of several things I'd rather do than talk about your ex-wife."

William leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly across Elizabeth's. "Is this what you had in mind?" he asked as he took her face in his hands to kiss her again.

"Perhaps ... but not necessarily."

"What else did you have in mind?" Running his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, William took hold of Elizabeth's hands

"Anything really - anything but talk about Caroline."

"Agreed. We'll talk about anything but her."

"Good."

"So what shall we talk about?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment. "There is something I wanted to ask you about, but..." She bit her lower lip.

William's eyes widened, curious as to what Elizabeth might ask him.

Easing her hands from his grasp, she repositioned herself on the hard, stone wall. "I was wondering about last night ... during dinner I noticed the look on your face when you saw Mary Wickham at the table ... you seemed almost angry..." Elizabeth looked at William, trying to gauge his reaction - his expression was impassive. "Do you know her?"

For several moments William was silent. "I do," he finally said.

Seeing that he wasn't going to expound, Elizabeth decided to question him further. "Do you and Mary have a history together?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then why were you displeased when you saw her?"

"Elizabeth, do we have to talk about this?"

"I'm interested in knowing more about you. Why don't you want to talk about Mary?"

"There's nothing to say about Mary."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"At all?"

William's jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply. "At all."

Elizabeth watched William purse his lips together tightly, and she debated about pressing him further.

Throughout the day as she thought about William, Elizabeth recalled the happenings of the ball - playing the scenes in her head, wondering about William's reactions to Mary Wickham and her ex-husband. All of William's friends and family seemed disturbed by the presence of George Wickham, yet nobody was willing to tell her anything about him and what had transpired between him and William.

"What about George Wickham?"

Turning quickly, he looked at Elizabeth, his eyes narrowing as his brow knit together. "What about George Wickham?" he asked, almost spitting out the words as if they had tasted bitter in his mouth.

Half expecting this type of reaction when she posed the question, Elizabeth tried not to show her emotional response to William's agitation. "Do you have a history with him?"

Raking his hand through his hair, William stood and quickly strode several feet before turning back to face her. "I know the man."

"What happened between the two of you?"

"I don't want to talk about this," William said as he paced back and forth.

"I just want to know why everybody had such a strong reaction to him."

"Elizabeth, I don't want to talk about this!" His voice was raised and filled with emotion.

Elizabeth sat stunned, not prepared for William's outburst. "Fine. We won't talk about it." She stared silently at William for a moment, then slid down from the garden wall. "I'm tired. Goodnight, Fitzwilliam." Without waiting for any sort of response from him, she hurried to the house and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

She stood looking out the window, watching William's car speed down the driveway and onto the road heading toward Pemberley. Tears stung her eyes as she held them in, keeping them from falling down her face.

Not knowing what to do, or even what to think, Elizabeth went through the motions of preparing for bed, and; finally when she was curled up under her quilt, clutching her pillow, the flood gates opened and her tears came pouring out. What a difference between last night and tonight, she thought as she sobbed.

Elizabeth was the last guest to leave Pemberley after the ball, lingering in the garden with William, neither of them wanting the evening to end - as if saying not 'goodnight' would prevent the new day dawning.

"This has been a perfect evening," Elizabeth said a she looked up into the heavens. "The scenery ... the music ... the company."

Standing behind her, William wrapped his arms around her. "It has indeed." He kissed her ear then trailed feather light kisses down her neck. "I wish it didn't have to end."

"Mmmm..."

"Every day should end like this ... standing under the stars..." He gently turned Elizabeth around and pressed his lips to hers. "You are such a beautiful woman." He kissed her again as she draped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"William," she whispered. "I..."

"What?"

"I ... should probably go."

Her heart sank when she was in the car pulling away, leaving William standing alone watching as she disappeared down the long drive. She kept her eyes on the rear view mirror until she could no longer see him.

But tonight ... tonight ... I don't know if I want to see him again ... She hugged the pillow tighter as a new wave of tears fell freely. And I almost told him that I love him ... what was I thinking?

After a while the sobbing subsided, and Elizabeth, mentally and physically exhausted, was finally overcome with sleep.

When she awoke her head was throbbing and her eyes felt raw and swollen. It was still early - the sky was still pale, waiting for the sun to rise and sweep the gloominess from the horizon.

Elizabeth groaned. "I'm not running today," she said aloud as she sat up in bed, looking toward the window. "Not if he might be out there." Dropping her feet to the floor, feeling the coolness of the hard wood, she made her way to the window, pushing it open to breathe in the morning air. "I'm not going to run today," she reminded herself of her resolve.

She soaked in a hot bath, hoping it might help her to feel better, and after eating breakfast Elizabeth decided to call Charlotte.

"I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, I'm up. Is anything the matter? I usually don't hear from you this early in the day."

Elizabeth could hear Charlotte yawning on the other end of the line. "I was wondering if you had any plans today ... are you interested in going shopping and to lunch with me?"

"I'm not sure - what day is it?"

"Monday."

"Hmmm ... I don't have anything scheduled today. Sure, that sounds lovely. When?"

"I'm ready to go, so as soon as you can get here."

"You're certainly anxious to get going, Elizabeth. Are you sure that nothing's wrong?"

"No ... everything's fine ... how soon will you be here?"

Charlotte chuckled. "Give me half an hour."

"All right, see you then."

After hanging up the phone Elizabeth helped Bessie with the morning chores until she saw Charlotte's Rover pull up the driveway. Charlotte had barely brought the car to a stop when Elizabeth opened the passenger door and climbed inside.

"Ready to go?" Charlotte asked, jokingly.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but made no verbal response.

"What's your hurry?" Charlotte eyed Elizabeth, noting her uneasy demeanor.

"I just need to get out today."

"Is there any place in particular you'd like to go?"

"You know the area far better than I do, but I'd like to go someplace I've never been before."

"Hmmm ... somewhere you've never been." Charlotte thought for a minute as she pulled the car out onto the road. "There's a little village I used to love to visit - it had a great row of shops, antiques, bric-a-brac..."

"Shoes?"

Laughing, Charlotte shook her head. "No, no shoes. I haven't been there in years, but it's more than an hour's drive from here."

"That sounds perfect - exactly what I had in mind."

"Okay, Kettersham it is." Having made the choice of their destination, Charlotte pushed down harder on the accelerator to hurry their arrival. "They used to have a fabulous little candy shop. It had the best fudge ... I wonder if it's still there."

"I hope so, I could use some chocolate." Elizabeth settled back in her seat, excited about the long drive and a day away from Cresthaven.

"Yes, chocolate - a woman's cure-all and very best friend."

The ladies chatted and laughed along the way to Kettersham. Charlotte suspected something was troubling her friend, but knew that trying to force Elizabeth into a confession would prove disastrous. So, she didn't push or prod, just acted naturally, hoping Elizabeth would relax and eventually open up to her.

Their first stop in the village was the old candy store. Charlotte was delighted to find it still open for business.

"It smells wonderful in here," Elizabeth said as she closed the door behind her, a little bell tingling with the movement.

Charlotte had already crossed the room and was examining the confections behind the glass counter.

Elizabeth sidled next to her. "Let's get one of everything."

"I don't know." Charlotte glanced at Elizabeth with a doubtful expression. "Do you think that will be enough?"

Both women laughed, then went about choosing several of the chocolates to purchase. The shopkeeper wrapped the candies for them, and gave them each a complimentary chocolate truffle as they left the shop.

They walked through the main street of town, exploring every store they passed. In one of the antique shops Elizabeth found an old birdcage that she decided would be perfect to adorn the credenza in the sitting room.

"Wasn't the ball fabulous?" Charlotte asked as they were having lunch.

"Yes, I had a wonderful time," Elizabeth replied. "I always enjoy a chance to buy a new gown and get dressed up."

"Definitely, and a new pair of shoes."

Elizabeth chuckled. "Of course, we mustn't forget about shoes. Which, by the way, I appreciate you loaning me that pair. They went beautifully with my gown."

"They did look fantastic. You looked fantastic."

"Thanks, but I'm not the only one - you looked absolutely beautiful, Charlotte. That dress of yours was so lovely."

"Everyone looked fabulous that night."

"That's very generous." Elizabeth looked at Charlotte doubtfully. "I wouldn't say everyone."

"I suppose you're right. Most everyone looked...better than usual."

"Yes, better than usual, but not necessarily fabulous."

"Okay, but you have to agree that your man looked fabulous."

"My man?"

"Yes, Fitz. He looked fantastic in his Armani tux."

Taking a sip of her herbal tea, Elizabeth thought of how to respond to Charlotte's remark. As she set her cup down she nodded. "He did look very handsome ... but he's not my man."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course he's your man. The two of you look so positively in love. Anybody who saw you on that dance floor would have to agree."

"No, Charlotte." Elizabeth sighed. "He's not mine, nor am I his."

Charlotte couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stared at her friend incredulously. "Elizabeth, why would you say that?"

Elizabeth hung her head; unable to speak as the tears flooded her eyes and choked her words.

Reaching across the table, Charlotte took hold of Elizabeth's hand. "Did you two have a row?"

"As she wiped her eyes, Elizabeth nodded. "I guess you could say that."

"What happened?"

"I asked him about George Wickham."

"Why in heaven's name would you do that?"

"I wanted to know what happened between them, and nobody would tell me," Elizabeth said defensively.

"So you asked Fitz?"

"He'd be the one who would know the whole story."

"I can't believe you brought it up to him." Charlotte shook her head in disbelief. "So, did he tell you?"

"No."

"Pretty tight lipped?"

"He clammed up instantly."

"Hmmm..." Charlotte rubbed her chin. "Yeah, Percy won't tell me what happened either."

"Do you have any idea? It's been more than a decade. Why won't he talk about it?"

"Oh, Elizabeth, you didn't see Fitz when he went through the whole ordeal - he was a wreck ... I can't blame him for not wanting to talk about it."

"But it's been more than ten years, Charlotte. He should just let it out and move on."

"Fitz has too much pride." Charlotte pulled her chair closer to Elizabeth's. "Here's what I think..." She lowered her voice to a very low whisper. "I think that Wickham and Cecilia were having an affair and that's why she left Fitz."

"So Fitzwilliam hates George Wickham because Wickham broke up his marriage?"

"That's what I think. Strictly speculation, after many years of observation."

Leaning back in her chair, Elizabeth bit her bottom lip. "That can't be the entire story, can it?" She thought about William's behavior the night before. "For William to react as angrily as he did..."

"I don't know..."

"Apparently nobody does ... I just find it hard to believe ... it happened so long ago."

"Don't let this change things between you and Fitz," Charlotte cautioned her.

"Charlotte..."

"He's a good man, Elizabeth. Sure, he's not perfect, but he loves you."

"You don't know that, Charlotte."

"Oh, but I do."

Elizabeth eyed her curiously. Charlotte's proved to be right about many things, but that doesn't mean she's right about this. "You can think that if you like, but it doesn't make it so."

"Time will tell," Charlotte said wearing a smug expression.

"I need to pop into the tailor's shop. Do you mind?" Charlotte asked as they drove into Lambton early in the evening.

"That's fine."

When Charlotte parked the car, Elizabeth noticed the bookstore across the street. "I need to look for a book, I'll wait for you in there," she said, drawing Charlotte's attention to the small shop.

"I won't be long."

"Take your time." Elizabeth waved as she crossed the lane.

Inside the bookstore Elizabeth greeted the shopkeeper. "How are you, Phin?"

He nodded. "I received a shipment of books you may be interested in."

"I'd love to take a look." Elizabeth eagerly approached the counter and waited for Phin to produce his new arrivals. She sifted through the volumes, finding two that caught her interest.

She left her selections at the counter while she browsed through the foreign language books. She was looking for a book to help her learn the Italian language. While leafing through what seemed to be the most comprehensive volume on learning to speak Italian a tall man strolled onto the aisle and stood just a few feet from her. From the corner of her eye Elizabeth could see him perusing through the Spanish books as he edged closer to her until his arm bumped against hers.

"Sorry, how clumsy of me."

Her whole attention was now focused on him, and when she realized who it was she wasn't certain how she wanted to greet him.

"Elizabeth? I don't know if you remember me. We met just the other night at the ball."

"Yes, I remember. George Wickham." Her mind flooded with all the conversations she'd had lately about this man.

"What is this you're reading?" He took the book from Elizabeth's hand. "You're going to study Italian?"

"Yes." She reached for the book, but he slipped it into his other hand.

"Ciao, come siete?" he said in stilted Italian.

Elizabeth smiled politely, wondering if he thought he was coming across as charming.

"Are you planning a trip to Italy?" he asked.

"Thinking about it."

"It's a beautiful country. I've been to Rome several times."

"I'm partial to Tuscany." She scrutinized him as they spoke, trying to decipher if he could be as horrible as people seemed to think he was.

"So many beautiful women there."

"That's not the reason I'd be traveling there." Elizabeth scanned the shelf and found another copy of the book she had selected.

The front door of the shop opened - both Elizabeth and Wickham looked up. Charlotte had just walked in and was talking to Phin as he pointed toward the back of the store where Elizabeth and her companion stood.

Wickham handed Elizabeth the book he had taken from her. "It's been a pleasure." And without another word he turned and quickly walked out the back door.

"Did you find what you're looking for?" Charlotte glanced at the books Elizabeth held. "You only need one, darling." Taking one copy from her friend's hand, Charlotte set it back on the shelf. "Let's go."

Elizabeth followed Charlotte to the front of the store and paid for her books, thinking about what an odd man George Wickham was.

When Elizabeth entered the kitchen Bessie was nowhere in sight, but on the counter sat a huge bouquet of pink roses. She set her packages down and picked up the flowers - it wasn't one large bouquet like she initially thought, but two smaller bunches of the fragrant pink blooms. Tucked into one of them was a pale blue envelope with her name written across the front - she recognized William's handwriting.

Setting the note aside, Elizabeth clipped the stems of the roses before fetching a vase and a pitcher from the cupboard. After filling them both with water and arranging the flowers in the containers Elizabeth picked up the letter. With a knife she'd taken from the silverware drawer she carefully cut the envelope open. She pulled a single sheet of paper out and unfolded it.

Elizabeth,

I had hoped that I would never find...

"Elizabeth dear, I'm so glad you're home." Bessie's voice interrupted. "I need to speak to you - I must beg a favor."

Placing the note back in the envelope, Elizabeth slipped it into her pocket. She could see that Bessie was troubled. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

"It's my sister Nell." Bessie wrung her hands. "She's very ill - the doctor thinks it may be cancer."

"Oh no! Bessie!" Elizabeth hurried to her side.

"I need to go to her," Bessie said, tears brimming her eyes.

"Yes, you do."

"But you need me here."

"No, Bessie, Nell needs you. Don't worry about me." Elizabeth wrapped her arm around Bessie's shoulders.

"I was hoping you would say that." Tears rolled down Bessie's cheeks. "If it's okay, we'd like to leave tonight, as soon as possible."

"Of course." Elizabeth nodded her approval. "What can I do to help?"

The next hour was spent making preparations for Ralph and Bessie to leave for Nottingham, and when Elizabeth bid them farewell at the back door she felt worried and exhausted.

"I hope everything goes well with Nell." Elizabeth dropped into a chair in the sitting room. She cradled her head in her hands as tears pooled in her eyes and a rush of memories filled her mind. The tears began flowing as she relived the horror of the day when the doctor informed her that Jonas had cancer and wasn't expected to live more that six months.

Chapter 24

Posted on Tuesday, 5 July 2005

Elizabeth leaned back into the chair. The room was quiet; the ticking of the mantel clock was the only sound she could hear. She sighed deeply as she looked around the room, feeling worn out from the events of the past few days. As her eyes came to rest on the credenza in the corner Elizabeth remembered the Victorian birdcage she had purchased in Kettersham while shopping with Charlotte. She returned to the kitchen to retrieve her new acquisition - it was still sitting on the countertop alongside the roses that William had sent. Her hand flew to her pocket as she recalled the note that had been tucked into one of the bouquets. She held her breath as she unfolded it and began to read.

Elizabeth,

I had hoped that I would never find it necessary to ask for your forgiveness, but my behavior last evening requires me to do so. Raising my voice to you, speaking with such harshness was inexcusable. I never meant to cause you pain. Believe that I am genuinely sorry. Please forgive me.

I await word from you.

Yours truly,

William

Setting the page on the counter, Elizabeth glanced at the flowers while thinking about the previous evening. William had never raised his voice to her before, and when he did she was taken aback and hurt by it although she knew she had been broaching a sensitive subject with him. But still, he didn't need to yell. Her brow furrowed as a frown formed on her lips. He needs to talk about these things so he can move past them.

Picking up William's note, she read it again. "I await word from you," she repeated aloud. Elizabeth looked at the clock - it was a quarter past ten. "Might he still be waiting?" She picked up the phone, but hesitated before dialing, trying to decide if she wanted to talk to him. She bit her lip while glancing at the clock again, then dialed his number.

The phone rang only once before she heard William's voice. "Darcy."

"Hello, William," she said, masking her voice with indifference.

"Elizabeth, thank you for ringing."

She could hear relief in his voice, causing her to feel a moment's remorse. Has he been waiting to hear from me all night? she wondered.

"I was afraid you wouldn't speak to me again. I'm glad you are. Would it be all right if I popped in?"

"Now?"

"If you don't mind."

"It's a bit late."

"Please, I need to see you."

"I..."

"Just for a short while."

"William, I..."

"I understand if you you'd rather not," he said despondently.

Elizabeth inhaled deeply. "Yes."

"Yes, you don't mind? Or yes, you'd rather not?"

"I don't mind - we need to talk."

"I'll be right over."

After hanging up the phone, Elizabeth put a kettle of water on the stove and set the tea tray on the table. As she was clearing her packages off the kitchen counter she heard William's car pulling up the driveway, the sound of it filling her with apprehension - she was actually dreading the conversation she knew was about to occur.

William knocked lightly on the door and greeted Elizabeth with a nervous smile when she invited him into the house. "Thank you for agreeing to see me."

Elizabeth motioned toward the kitchen table. "Let's sit. Would you like some tea?"

"That would be fine."

She removed the water from the stove and brought it over to the table where William was standing, waiting for Elizabeth to take her seat.

"Allow me to help." William took the kettle from her. "Please, sit down. Let me take care of this."

"Thank you." Elizabeth was becoming uncomfortable with the formality that had arisen between them, but as much as she wanted to move past this awkwardness she knew that she and William needed to talk about what had happened the night before. Silently she watched as William poured the steaming liquid into the teacups.

After placing a cup in front of Elizabeth he sat down in the chair closest to hers. William hung his head, pursing his lips as he gathered his thoughts. "Elizabeth..." He lifted his eyes to hers. "I hope..." he hesitated, smoothing his hand over his hair. "I'm so sorry ... I shouldn't have raised my voice." He leaned closer to Elizabeth, taking her hand in his. "Please forgive me."

Elizabeth could hear the earnestness in his voice, and the anger she'd been feeling toward him began to dissipate, but she wasn't quite ready to forgive him. She avoided looking into his eyes. "I don't fully understand what happened last night ... we were talking about the ball, and then..."

"I know." He gripped her hand tighter. "I'm sorry. I ruined our evening."

"I'm just trying to get to know you - to understand what type of man you are, but it's difficult if you won't talk to me."

"I talk to you."

"You didn't last night."

"Until then I've said a great deal."

"True." Elizabeth nodded as she slipped her hand from William's grasp and began stirring her tea. "Jonas and I talked about practically everything ... we felt it was important in order to have a healthy marriage."

"But we're not married, Liz."

"I, uh ... I know that. I was just saying ... if..." She could feel her cheeks reddening. "If we..."

"Is there something you're trying to tell me, love?" William asked, grinning with amusement at Elizabeth's confusion.

Her eyes flew to his. "No." She quickly looked away. "I just think it's important that we talk to each other."

"It is." William again placed his hand over hers. "And we do talk, just not about everything..." He gave her hand a squeeze. "Yet."

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth grimaced, embarrassed at how easily William could fluster her. "Would it help if we talked about last night?" She looked up at him, hoping to redirect the conversation.

"As regards my behavior toward you, yes."

"But nothing further?"

"I don't know if this has occurred to you, but..." William leaned closer to Elizabeth. "I don't choose to spend time with you because I'm looking for a therapist."

"I don't want to be your therapist."

"Good. I had hoped you'd be far more than that to me."

"Really?" Elizabeth raised a questioning brow. "What more are you hoping for?"

"At the moment I couldn't ask for anything more than to have you as a very dear friend."

"A friend?"

"A very dear friend."

"Hmmm ... one to whom you could share anything, even your deepest thoughts and feelings?"

He nodded. "And one who'd understand that I might not want to open up and bare my soul."

"But the kind of friend you wouldn't become angry with and find the need to raise your voice to if she wanted you to open up and share your feelings?"

William chuckled. "Exactly that type, but hopefully it wouldn't end just there."

Elizabeth's eyes widened at his response, then waited expectantly for William to expound.

"I'd also like this dear friend to be one who wouldn't mind if, every now and then, I did this." Placing his hand on Elizabeth's cheek, William drew closer and kissed her tenderly.

"Mmmm..." A broad smile covered Elizabeth's face. "I think I'd like to be that type of friend."

"So, will you forgive me for last night?"

"Yes."

"And you'll understand if I don't wish to discuss everything with you?"

"I can live with that - you don't need to tell me everything ... yet."

"I'm so relieved to hear you say that." Leaning back in his seat, William heaved a sigh. "I was afraid you didn't want anything to do with me."

"Why would you be afraid of that?"

"Well ... you have been avoiding me today."

Chuckling softly, Elizabeth sipped her tea. "You're right, I have."

"I know. I stopped by twice and rang you nearly a dozen times."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're not still angry with me."

"As am I." She smiled at William, happy to no longer be upset with him, but knowing that they still had much to talk about.

"How is Nell?" Elizabeth asked Bessie when she called Tuesday morning.

"Fair." Bessie sighed. "She's been very tired."

"I would imagine so. What has the doctor said?"

"I haven't had a chance to meet with him. Nell has some tests scheduled tomorrow, we'll know more after that."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed at the recollection of sitting in a hospital, waiting while the doctors and technicians performed seemingly endless tests on Jonas. "It's good that she has you with her."

"Aye ... is everything all right there?"

"Everything's fine here."

"You've had your breakfast?"

"Yes, Bessie, don't worry about me." Elizabeth smiled to herself. "I'll manage - you just take care of your sister."

"I will, and be sure to ring us if there's anything you need."

"Okay. Take care and tell Nell that she's in my prayers."

Bessie was silent for a moment. "Thank you, dear."

Elizabeth could hear the emotion brimming Bessie's voice and her heart filled with sympathy for her dear friend.

After washing the dishes from her morning meal and sweeping the kitchen floor, Elizabeth went outside with a list of chores in her hand. Ralph had left instructions of the tasks that needed attention in his absence, and first on her checklist was tending to the horses - a chore Elizabeth didn't feel equal to.

"Maybe I should enlist the help of some horsemen I know," she said aloud while entering the stable. Thor whinnied as she approached to stroke his muzzle. Elizabeth looked over at the two other horses, thinking that caring for Thor and Amelia shouldn't be terribly difficult, but Horatio was an entirely different story. He was a very spirited animal, and, not being a horsewoman, she had kept her distance from him. William handled him really well that day he and Ian came over...maybe I'll ask him for help when I see him again, but for now Horatio can't care for himself. Elizabeth lifted a bucket of oats. "I'll at least feed him until I speak to William."

With the horses taken care of, Elizabeth went into the yard. It was a gorgeous day - sunny and warm with a breeze blowing from the northwest. She glanced around, enjoying the colorful mix of flowers along the paths and throughout the beds. Ralph spent a great deal of time tending the gardens, grooming them meticulously, and because of his care and attention the yard always looked beautiful. Elizabeth appreciated his diligence, but sometimes missed working in the garden herself. Now with Ralph away for a while Elizabeth was eager to spend some of her time gardening - planting and weeding, just feeling the cool earth in her hands.

For nearly an hour Elizabeth combed through the well kept flower beds, and after clearing only a handful of weeds she decided to create a little garden of her own - one where she could grow whatever she wanted and tend regularly without interfering with Ralph's activities. Excitedly, she hurried across the yard to the greenhouse in order to find some flower pots in which to plant her garden.

Searching through the shelves in the small building, Elizabeth found a variety of containers and some hand tools she could use. Setting them in a nearby barrow, she wheeled the cart outside toward the back porch where she wanted to keep her potted garden.

"Now all I need is something to plant in them," Elizabeth said after she had laid out the pots.

Lambton had a variety of shops on the main streets of the village, but further down the road toward Haywood there was a small garden center. Elizabeth had passed it many times, but had never stopped to look inside. As she planned her garden she remembered having seen the nursery, and decided to see if they had what she needed.

Elizabeth strolled amongst the rows of greenery trying to find an assortment of flowers for her project. As she browsed she was approached by one of the workers.

"Elizabeth?"

Surprised to hear her name she looked up at the woman who had called out to her. "Mary, what a surprise. I had no idea you worked here."

"I do." Mary King nodded. "This is my cousin's shop."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So, have you decided to stay in Lambton?"

"For the time being."

"That's wonderful."

Pursing her lips, Mary inclined her head, but said nothing.

"We'll have to go out together sometime."

"That would be nice."

"Let's definitely plan on it."

"All right."

"But right now I could use your help choosing some plants."

"I'd be happy to."

The two women spent the next twenty minutes picking flowers for Elizabeth's mini garden. Mary helped Elizabeth load her purchases into her car and as Elizabeth thanked her new friend for her assistance, she reminded Mary of their plans to have lunch together.

"I'll see you Friday."

Mary inclined her head. "One o'clock at the Peacock."

"See you then." Elizabeth smiled, then turned to leave. On the drive back to Cresthaven she thought about Mary King and anticipated spending an afternoon with her. Maybe she can tell me something about William and George Wickham.

As she pulled up the driveway she noticed William's Mercedes near the garden path. She glanced around to locate William and saw him standing on the back porch. He turned at the sound of the approaching car. Elizabeth parked behind his vehicle, and when she opened the car door he was at her side holding a hand out to her.

"I thought you said you'd be tied up in meetings all day," Elizabeth said, wondering what William was doing at her house in the middle of the day. "You look like you're dressed for work." She straightened the knot of the necktie he was wearing.

"I've been working all morning. I had some time between meetings so I thought I'd drop by to see you."

"That was sweet of you." Elizabeth smiled, happy that the friction between them had been smoothed over. The previous night William had stayed for nearly an hour talking with her while they slowly finished their tea, and when he finally bid her goodnight they were on very good terms. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to fix you something?"

"No, thanks. I've already eaten."

"I'm glad you stopped by." Elizabeth sat down on the back step and motioned for William to have a seat next to her.

William gestured toward the wheelbarrow and containers as he sat beside her. "What are you working at here?"

"Planting a little flower garden."

"I never fancied you a gardener."

"Oh, I love digging in the dirt."

Taking hold of Elizabeth's hand, William carefully examined it. Grinning, he ran his thumb over her dirty fingernails. "I can see that."

Elizabeth smiled warmly, her heart swelling as she gazed at the man next to her. She had been so angry at him just the day before and now all she wanted was to have him by her side. "Are you sure you wouldn't like me to fix you something to eat?"

"With these filthy hands?"

"What's wrong with a little dirt? Don't you know it enhances the flavor of food?" Elizabeth nudged against William. "Not to mention the bonus of added minerals."

He chuckled. "It sounds very tempting, but I'm truly not hungry."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"I could always come over for dinner."

Nodding her head eagerly, Elizabeth agreed. "Yes, please do. I almost forgot I was going to ask you to come past tonight."

"You wanted me over tonight?" William asked, curious as to why Elizabeth was thinking of asking him over.

"I need your help," Elizabeth began, and then explained her predicament with caring for Horatio in Ralph's absence. "I could really use your expertise."

William, still holding Elizabeth's hand, pulled her closer to his side. "I'll be glad to help."

"I appreciate that." She rested her weight against him as they sat momentarily silent.

William shifted to check his watch. "I'm going to have to run, love."

"All right"

"I'll bring the lads with me tonight."

"I'd love to see them - I haven't seen Ian in days. We can grill in the backyard."

Nodding, he stood to leave.

"Oh, William, your trousers - you've sat in some dirt."

He ran his hand over the seat of his pants. "Did that take care of it?"

"No." Elizabeth rose and gestured toward the dusty spot William had missed.

Twisting at the waist, William tried to see where Elizabeth was indicating.

"Hold still," she said as she brushed William's backside. "There."

"Did you get it?"

"Yes."

"Are you certain?" William asked, grinning impishly.

"I believe so."

For several moments neither of them said a word as they regarded each other. Elizabeth's eyebrow began to slowly arch upward as William's expression intensified, his eyes locking with hers as a silent passion brewed between them. Taking Elizabeth's face in his hands, William kissed her enthusiastically. "I'll see you tonight."

Making no audible response, Elizabeth stood motionless, watching as William strode to his car.

Throughout the afternoon as Elizabeth planted her garden, her thoughts focused on William and how strong her feelings toward him were becoming. Maybe I can love again, she thought. Whenever she was with William her emotions seemed to run high, and he certainly elicited strong physical responses from her, but Elizabeth worried that their relationship wasn't deep enough for her to truly love him. And could Charlotte be right about William loving me? How deep do his feelings run?

With these questions on her mind Elizabeth finished her project and cleared up the mess before heading into the house to wash up and prepare dinner.

Shortly after six o'clock William and his sons arrived at Cresthaven. William held two half-liter packs of ice cream in his hands, and rushed across the kitchen to put them in the freezer when Elizabeth invited her guests inside.

Ian excitedly greeted Elizabeth, telling her that he had chosen the chocolate fudge ice cream, and that he had also wanted to bring banana chocolate chip, but Hugh and his dad wanted strawberry instead.

"I'm so glad you brought chocolate - that's exactly what I'm in the mood for," Elizabeth reassured Ian before turning toward his brother. "How are you tonight, Hugh?" she asked with a smile.

Hugh wore a broad grin. "I'm brilliant. And you?"

She chuckled, pleased to see Hugh in such high spirits. "I'm very well."

"What's for dinner?" Ian asked. "I'm hungry."

"We have work to do before we eat, son." William placed his hands on Ian's shoulders and directed him toward the door. "Off to the stable."

"Come on, Ian," Hugh urged his brother. "I'll race you there."

The boys quickly ran outside leaving William and Elizabeth alone in the kitchen. "Do you need help in here?" William asked after greeting Elizabeth with a kiss.

"Everything's ready, but I could use your help cooking the steaks if you promise not to burn them this time."

"I think I can manage that tonight."

"Good. But first you need to show me how to handle Horatio."

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Then we'd better get out there before Ian decides to take that horse for a ride."

Elizabeth and William joined the boys in the stable and spent the next thirty minutes caring for the horses. When they were finished William and Ian fired up the grill while Hugh helped Elizabeth bring the food out to the backyard.

Ian ran up to see what Elizabeth was putting on the table. "What's this?" he asked while peeking into a large bowl, a quizzical expression flashing across his face.

"That's pasta salad."

"It doesn't look like salad."

Elizabeth chuckled, amused with Ian and his irrepressible spirit. "I hope you like it."

"He'll like it," Hugh said as he mussed his brother's hair. "Ian eats everything."

Brushing past Hugh, Ian lifted the lid on a container of brownies, but before he could reach in to take one Elizabeth closed the lid and directed him toward the cut vegetables. Without complaining Ian took up a plate and filled it with the crudités.

"I told you he eats everything," Hugh said while watching Ian noisily chomp on a cucumber.

"That's a good thing, especially if you like healthy foods too." Elizabeth wrapped her arm across Ian's shoulder and gave him a half hug. "Does your brother like to eat vegetables?"

Ian stopped munching. "I don't know." He turned to Hugh. "Do you?"

The teenager shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, I like vegetables."

"Will you bring the steaks over?" William shouted from where he stood at the grill.

Hugh moved to grab the platter, but Elizabeth reached past him. "Here, I'll get them," she said cheerfully.

The boys followed Elizabeth over to the grill and while William cooked the steaks they all talked happily together. A satisfied expression settled on William's face as he watched Elizabeth chatter freely with his sons. He was amazed at the change in Hugh - he spoke openly to Elizabeth without a trace of his former hostility toward her.

When the steaks were done William motioned toward the table. "Let's eat."

In the shade of a large, spreading oak they all talked and laughed as they shared the meal. William leaned back in his chair enjoying the intimate gathering and pondering on the possibility of future meals spent in the same company.

When they were clearing the table Ian glanced around as if searching for something. "Where are your people?"

"My people?" Elizabeth looked at him curiously.

"Yeah, the ones who live here."

"Oh, you mean Bessie and Ralph - they're away for a while caring for a sick relative."

A look of concern spread over Ian's face. "You're here by yourself?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't want to live by myself."

William, who could hear their conversation, glanced at Elizabeth to see her reaction to Ian's remark.

"Oh, it's not so bad." Elizabeth cast a crooked half smile. "I don't mind being alone."

"But you don't have anyone to talk to, or do stuff with."

"Ian," William interrupted. "Will you put this rubbish in the bin please?"

"All right." Ian took the trash his father held out for him and made his way to the dustbin.

The smile Elizabeth had given Ian was half-hearted and William could see that his son was touching on a sensitive subject with her. He looked at her, trying to gauge how she might be feeling - she was busying herself stacking the dishes, but William could see that she held her lower lip between her teeth. "Shall we dish up the ice cream?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded her response and smiled up at William, but he wasn't entirely convinced that her smile was genuine.

After they'd eaten ice cream and brownies, Hugh and Ian went to the stable to check on the horses while William and Elizabeth finished washing the dishes.

William took the last bowl out of Elizabeth's hand and placed it in the cupboard, then before she could walk away he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him. "Ian didn't upset you, did he?"

She shook her head. "No."

"He can be a bit too outspoken at times."

"He's fine - that's one of the things I love about Ian."

"Are you certain you're okay?" William brushed a lock of hair off Elizabeth's face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Yes, I'm fine." She smiled up at him.

This time Elizabeth's smile was unaffected leaving William with no question in his mind that she wasn't trying to mask her feelings.

The next evening William and Hugh showed up on Elizabeth's doorstep asking if she needed any assistance with the horses. They stayed at Cresthaven over two hours helping with the chores and visiting. Elizabeth was surprised and pleased with their concern, but she was even more surprised the following afternoon when Hugh and Ian appeared on her back porch.

"We thought the horses might like to have a run," Hugh said after Elizabeth questioned why they were there.

"Can we ride them?" Ian asked eagerly.

"Does your father know you're here?"

Hugh shook his head while his brother informed her that their dad was away working.

"He doesn't mind if we go out," Hugh assured her. "Mrs. Reynolds knows we're here."

"So, can we ride them?" Ian asked again.

"We were hoping that you would come along since all three horses could use the exercise." Hugh smiled at Elizabeth, his dimples reminding her of his father.

"I'd love to."

Both boys expressed their pleasure then waited for Elizabeth to get ready before they all went to saddle the horses for a ride.

Hugh, riding Horatio, led the way toward Pemberley's land. They traveled past the meandering stream and swimming pond where Elizabeth had encountered William several weeks earlier.

"Where exactly are we going?" Elizabeth asked when they stopped at the crest of a hill.

"To the footbridge," Hugh replied. "I like to go there whenever I get the chance."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't think I've ever been there before."

"It's great," Ian chimed in. "We can climb trees and skip stones in the stream."

"Or just sit and listen to the water running." Hugh added.

"That sounds wonderful," she said. "I can't wait to see it."

"Let's go," Hugh said, then spurred Horatio forward.

When they reached the footbridge they all dismounted and led the horses into the shade beside the stream. As soon as Ian had tethered Amelia he ran to the water's edge and, picking up a handful of rocks, started skimming them across the surface.

"I can see why you like coming here," Elizabeth said to Hugh as they slowly strolled onto the wooden bridge that spanned the brook.

"I come here when I want to sit and enjoy the quiet."

"Unless you bring your brother along with you." Elizabeth gestured toward Ian splashing in the water.

Hugh nodded. "It's never quiet when Ian's around."

Elizabeth chuckled. "I don't know ... I think I remember one time when it seemed quiet with him around."

"He must've been asleep."

"Now that you mention it, I believe he was."

Laughing aloud, Hugh leaned on the railing of the small bridge. "Actually, I enjoy having Ian along with me."

"I enjoy being around him too." Elizabeth's gaze settled on the ten year old playing in the stream. "He is so energetic, so full of life."

"Yeah ... a lot of guys would be annoyed with him, but he's a fantastic brother to have."

Smiling, Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement. "It's great that you feel that way."

Elizabeth and Hugh silently watched Ian as he took off his shoes and stepped into the knee deep water. They both smiled as Ian fought the current, trying to cross the stream without falling in. Hugh sat down on the bridge, letting his legs dangle over the side. Elizabeth took a seat next to him, and the two talked while Ian entertained himself in the brook.

"I thought I might find you here," William called as he approached the bridge, riding atop Gawain.

The sound of his voice brought a smile to Elizabeth's face as she turned to see him.

William returned her smile. "Imagine my surprise when I arrived home to find my family missing."

Hugh stood to address his father. "Mrs. Reynolds said it would be all right if we went out riding."

"I know," William responded as he dismounted the horse. "She informed me that she had given you permission."

"Dad!" Ian yelled, motioning for his father to join him on the far side of the stream. "Dad, come look at this!"

"What have you found?" William shouted back at the boy, but Ian had already refocused his attention on his discovery. "I'd better have a look," he said to Hugh and Elizabeth while gesturing toward his youngest son.

Finding a shallow spot in the stream, William made his way across, trying to find large stones to step on in order to keep his boots dry. While he did this Elizabeth and Hugh wound their way to the horses, preparing them for the return to Cresthaven.

On the way home Ian told Elizabeth about their plans to spend Saturday at Alton Towers. "It's going to be fantastic," he said excitedly.

"What will you do there?" she asked.

"Lots of stuff - ride the roller coasters, eat, have fun...lots of stuff."

Elizabeth smiled at the boy. "It sounds like a lot of fun."

"Have you ever been there?"

"No, I haven't."

"You should come with us," Ian suggested, then turned to his father. "Can Elizabeth go with us on Saturday?"

William glanced at Elizabeth wearing a questioning expression. "Would you like to come along with us to the amusement park?"

Hugh nodded his approval. "Yeah, it's always better with an even amount of people."

"I don't have any plans and it does sound like fun ... I'd love to."

"Excellent." William smiled broadly, revealing his dimples. "It should be a fantastic outing."

Elizabeth glanced at her watch - it was a quarter past one. The dining area of the Peacock Hotel was nearly empty - an elderly couple was finishing their meal in a corner of the room, opposite of where Elizabeth sat alone waiting for Mary King to arrive for their lunch date. Maybe she forgot ... or perhaps she changed her mind. Elizabeth pondered the possibilities as she scanned the room, looking to see if perhaps Mary had arrived without her noticing. I'll wait five minutes more...

"Sorry I'm late," Mary called out as she hurried toward the table where Elizabeth was seated. "I'm running a bit behind schedule today."

"That's fine." Elizabeth stood up to greet her. "Is everything all right?"

Mary nodded. "It's just been one thing after another all day long."

"I've had those kind of days."

"From the moment I awoke this morning." Mary sighed as she relaxed in her chair.

Not knowing Mary King very well, Elizabeth studied her carefully, trying to understand her behavior. Is she all right? Or is she upset about something? I can't really tell. "I hope everything is okay."

"Don't worry about it. I've been dealing with these sort of things for twenty years now, ever since I..." She closed her eyes and rubbed her brow. "I'm used to days like this."

"Well, you can relax and forget about everything while we enjoy our meal." Elizabeth smiled warmly at her companion while wondering about what secrets Mary kept. "Have you decided what you'd like to have for lunch?"

"I have."

The two ladies ordered and made small talk while waiting to be served. Mary wasn't a very talkative person which only increased Elizabeth's curiosity about what she might be hiding.

"The other night you mentioned that you had lived in Lambton previously. Did you grow up here?" Elizabeth asked, breaking the silence that had developed as they ate their meals.

"When my parents died I came to live with my uncle here in Lambton. I was eleven years old."

"I'm so sorry. What a difficult thing that must have been to lose your parents at such a young age."

Mary grimaced. "Yes, it was, but fortunately I came to know some generous people." She looked out the window wistfully. "One family in particular was very good to me."

"Charlotte's family?"

"No ... a different one ... their daughter had died as an infant so they just sort of adopted me when I came to stay with my uncle."

Elizabeth sat silent, eagerly listening as Mary opened up, talking about her childhood.

"Their kindness helped me get through that very rough time."

"How nice that must have been. Are you still in touch with them?"

"No." Mary shook her head. "They've passed away, and I never stayed in contact with their son, although he's..."

Waiting expectantly, Elizabeth hoped Mary would continue with her story, but she instead turned the conversation toward Elizabeth.

"That's enough about me. I'm very curious to hear more about you. What has brought you to Derbyshire?" Mary smiled, but her eyes revealed sadness.

Noting Mary's weak attempt to portray contentment, Elizabeth decided to follow her suggestion and began to tell about herself and the reasons why she was living in England.

When they parted company Elizabeth invited Mary to join her again for lunch the following week, which she agreed to. "Good. I'll call you later."

"Thank you, Elizabeth." Mary gently grasped Elizabeth's hand. "I'll look forward to hearing from you."

A lump formed in Elizabeth's throat when she saw the appreciation in Mary's expression. "Have a wonderful week," Elizabeth whispered as she quickly hugged Mary. Her heart filled with compassion toward her new friend, causing Elizabeth to feel a twinge of guilt for having thought of using Mary as a source of information about William's history with George Wickham.

"You as well, and let me know how the garden is coming along." Mary waved goodbye, the smile on her face expressing happiness.

Chapter 25

Posted on Wednesday, 22 February 2006

Saturday morning Elizabeth was ready and waiting when the Darcys arrived to pick her up for a day at the amusement park.

"Good morning, guys," Elizabeth greeted them while settling in the seat next to William.

"Are you ready to have fun?" William asked with a boyish glint in his eye.

Elizabeth nodded as Ian chimed in, talking about the roller coasters he wanted to ride. "But you probably don't like them," he remarked. "Most ladies don't."

Chuckling aloud, Elizabeth glanced back at the boy. "Who told you such a thing? I love roller coasters - ever since I was a little girl."

"Really?" William questioned.

"Is that difficult to believe?"

Grinning, he redirected his attention out the window as he navigated the curving driveway. "Not at all, I can imagine you as a young girl entertaining yourself in exactly that manner."

"I remember one summer - my family was vacationing and I dragged my father along the boardwalk, begging him to let me ride the big roller coaster for the first time."

"Did he let you?" Ian asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"No."

"No?"

"Not at first."

"Why not?"

"He was just teasing me."

Ian furrowed his brow.

"He knew how badly I wanted to ride that roller coaster. It amused him to watch me squirm impatiently every time I saw it pass."

"I hope he didn't make you wait terribly long," William interjected.

"It seemed like an eternity, but it wasn't actually." Elizabeth laughed softly at the remembrance. "And when we finally did climb aboard, he sat close beside me with his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder."

William glanced at Elizabeth, noting the far off look in her eyes and the smile that curled the corners of her mouth. "A pleasant memory?"

"Mmm..." She bobbed her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long while. He and I were always on the lookout for roller coasters to ride."

"Your father must have fancied them a great deal, or at least sharing the experience with his daughter."

Elizabeth's smile widened. "That's probably the reason I enjoy them as much as I do."

"We'll have to make certain we ride one today."

"Only one? You'll have to do better than that."

"Yeah, Dad," Ian said. "We can't just ride one."

"All right," William said. "We'll be sure to ride several."

"Today has been a wonderful day," Elizabeth said to William as they stood at Cresthaven's doorstep. The hour was late, but the sun had not yet completely set.

William took Elizabeth's hand and drew her toward him, placing a tender kiss on her upturned lips. "The pleasure has been entirely mine." He longed to kiss her more deeply, but restrained himself, knowing that, although Ian slept soundly in the back seat of the car, his oldest son was still quite awake and most certainly watching everything that passed between the couple on the porch. Hugh had lately seemed much more receptive to Elizabeth and didn't openly object to sharing his father with her, but William didn't want to disturb the tranquility that had rested upon his family by selfishly indulging in stolen moments with this woman who had captured his heart.

"Thank you for bringing me along and allowing me to share this time with your family." Elizabeth smiled up into William's beaming face. "You have no idea what that means to me."

"Would you like to join us again tomorrow? Perhaps for dinner?"

"I don't want to further encroach on your time with your sons. You don't often have them both together."

"Not to worry. With Caroline on holiday Ian will be with us the entire week. Besides, the lads seem to be in better spirits whenever you're around."

"Even still, I really don't want to wear out my welcome. Maybe it's best for me to decline your offer so you can spend more time alone with your boys."

"Perhaps you're right."

"Well then, goodnight." With a wave of her hand Elizabeth turned to go inside.

"Goodnight, love." William lingered on the porch, watching as Elizabeth closed the door behind her.

Elizabeth fixed herself a cup of chamomile tea then sat at the kitchen table looking out the window into the night. She smiled, reflecting on the day she had just spent with William and his sons.

William made certain that Elizabeth had the opportunity to ride several roller coasters, but she had chosen just one. William sat by her side and was amused when she let out an earsplitting scream every time the ride dipped.

Grinning broadly, he draped his arm across her shoulder as they disembarked. "Outstanding. I've never fancied roller coasters before now. Those blood chilling shrieks of yours added an entirely new element to the experience." He tightened his hold around her. "Although, I don't think I'll ever be able to hear out of this ear again."

Shaking her head, Elizabeth gently nudged against him. "Yes, I'm sure you're now completely deaf in that ear."

"Sorry?" Holding up his hand, William gestured for Elizabeth to speak louder.

She chuckled aloud as she raised the teacup to her lips. Elizabeth had thoroughly enjoyed herself. From the moment she had joined them in the car she felt relaxed and comfortable, anticipating a fun-filled outing. Her expectations had been realized; she couldn't recall the last time she had spent such a carefree day.

They had circled the park several times in the course of the day, stopping to ride the attractions that seemed most appealing, including one where they floated on a round rubber raft down a man-made river. They all left that ride wet due to the boys trying to position Elizabeth and William under the waterfall as they passed underneath it.

Ian sat down on a bench afterwards, and taking off his sneakers, he poured water out from each of them. "Ohhh..." he moaned. "You were supposed to get soaked, not me."

William laughed while tousling his son's damp hair. "The best-laid schemes."

"We'll have to try that again," Hugh said as he sat beside his brother, helping him with his dripping shoes.

Nodding his head, Ian smiled slyly and began whispering to Hugh. William raised his brow and glanced at Elizabeth. "They're plotting against us." He sidled next to her. "Be on your guard."

The couple was partially successful in thwarting the boys' second attempt to soak them on the river ride. When they got off the raft, this time it was William walking with soggy shoes.

Elizabeth laughed and wrapped her arm around his waist. "You are a true gentleman." She ran her hand over his back and could feel that he was soaked to the skin. "You protected me from a complete drenching."

William cast a dimpled grin. "Glad to be of assistance."

A smile settled on her face as she sat alone, quietly finishing her tea before heading off to bed.

The curtains danced gently, billowing as an early morning breeze blew through the open window. Elizabeth watched the airy movement as she lay in bed waiting for the day to dawn. Grasping the pillow beside her, she nestled into it, curling herself into a ball. The still hours of the night were always the worst for her. When the sun was up and the world awake Elizabeth could usually find something, or someone, to occupy her time, but when darkness fell and she was alone with only her thoughts, the solitude was almost unbearable. 'It's not so bad,' she recalled having told Ian when he had asked her about living by herself. "Sure, it's not bad," she sighed aloud while clutching the pillow tighter as she stared out the window, willing the sun to rise and break the new day.

When it finally did appear Elizabeth wasted no time. She went to the kitchen for a muffin and a glass of juice then stepped outside to retrieve the morning newspaper. Sunday mornings were usually quiet and slower paced, but this particular Sunday was more so with the absence of Bessie and Ralph. After perusing the paper she went upstairs to prepare for church although she had plenty of time before she needed to leave.

As she approached the chapel Elizabeth spoke to a pair of elderly women then held the door for them to pass before her. Following the ladies inside she espied three familiar figures in the pew where she traditionally sat - the same three she had been with the previous day.

"I thought we agreed that you would spend the day alone with your boys," Elizabeth whispered to William after greeting each of the Darcys and taking the seat between William and his youngest son.

"We agreed that you wouldn't come to dinner, we never said anything about church." William took her hand in his. "The lads wanted to join me for services today, and what kind of a father would I be if I denied my sons the opportunity to hear the good word?"

Elizabeth glanced at the two boys sitting to her right, wondering if it truly was their idea to attend church. They both looked handsome dressed in their wool blazers and starched white shirts. Ian's hair was gelled and combed back neatly. Elizabeth smiled to herself - she couldn't recall ever seeing Ian's hair look so tame. Both boys sat attentively listening. Maybe they did want to be here. She eyed their father - he sat beside her, a smile edging his lips. Grasping his hand tightly, Elizabeth leaned against William, settling in to hear this week's homily.

After the service Elizabeth thanked them for joining her at church. "It was nice to have you here with me today." She placed her arm across Ian's shoulders, giving him a squeeze.

"Dad said that we should start going to church," the ten year old responded.

"He did?" Elizabeth glanced at William. "I think that's good advice. Your father is a very smart man."

William grinned at Elizabeth.

"Yeah," Ian agreed.

"Have you heard from Bessie recently?" William asked.

"I have." Elizabeth nodded. "Just this morning."

"How is her sister?"

"About the same, but the good news is that the doctors think that it may not be cancer."

"That is good news, but until they know for certain they won't be able to rest easy."

"True, not knowing definitively may be worse than..." Elizabeth stopped short, her words hanging as thoughts of Jonas' ordeal flooded her mind.

Watching the emotions play on Elizabeth's face, William suspected that she might be remembering her late husband's suffering and tried to think of what he should say to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Are you still alone at your house?" Ian asked Elizabeth, interrupting her reminiscence.

Elizabeth nodded in response.

"When's Peter coming back?"

"I don't know. I don't think he has plans to return any time soon."

"Why not?"

"Peter is busy working a summer job."

"Oh. What about when he's finished working?"

"I'm not sure, but I think he may want to spend some time with a friend of his before he goes back to school."

"Is it a girl?"

"Ian," William interrupted his son's interrogation. "It's time we went home."

"Can Elizabeth come over?"

"Ian," William said sternly.

"Yeah, Dad." Hugh, who had been standing silently by, finally joined the conversation. "She can come over for dinner."

William looked at Elizabeth expectantly, hoping that she would either agree to join them, or explain to the boys why she wouldn't share a meal with them at Pemberley.

Looking into their waiting faces, Elizabeth chuckled softly, thinking that she had originally refused William's invitation to spend the evening with his family in order to give them time alone together, and now all three were looking forward to having her accompany them.

"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do tonight."

A dimpled smile spread across William's face.

After dinner Hugh gravitated to the piano in the drawing room and as he played Elizabeth and William settled on a sofa near the full length windows overlooking the garden. Ian disappeared for a short time, only to reappear carrying an instrument case in his hand.

"Are you going to play for us, Son?" William asked the boy.

Ian nodded, then placing the case on a nearby table opened it to retrieve his violin and bow.

The couple watched eagerly as Ian readied himself to play. Hugh still sat at the piano, but had ceased playing when Ian had expressed his desire to perform. A gentle smile formed on Elizabeth's lips as Ian slowly bowed his instrument, hesitating several times through the piece before finishing. They applauded his effort as the boy wrinkled his nose, obviously frustrated and displeased.

"What's the matter?" William asked.

"I'll never be able to play well." Ian dropped onto the settee next to his father.

"I agree," William replied calmly. "With that attitude you won't ever be able to play well."

Ian looked at his father, but made no response.

"Come here." William coaxed Ian from his seat and brought the boy to rest atop his knee. "You need to hold it like this." With his hand over Ian's William helped his son properly hold the bow, then tucking the violin under Ian's chin William drew the full length of the bow across the strings.

Elizabeth and Hugh watched silently as William coached Ian, giving him some hints to better play his instrument.

Rising from his father's lap, Ian stood and again played his song. When he finished he wrinkled his nose once more. "I'm still not very good."

"What do you think might remedy that?" William asked.

"Practice."

"Everyday." Standing, William placed his arm across Ian's shoulder. "Ask your brother how often he plays."

"I know, everyday." Ian plopped down in the seat next to Elizabeth. "Do you practice everyday, Dad?"

William chuckled. "Do I?"

"Yeah."

"When I was your age, yes, I did."

"But you don't now, do you?" Ian raised his brow while pointing the bow at his father.

"Well, Son." William approached the sofa and motioned for Ian to slide over. "I don't need to practice daily due to the fact that I'm not presently having instruction."

Ian remained seated beside Elizabeth wearing an impish grin. "I think it's your turn to practice, Dad."

William regarded his son for a moment before reaching out toward the boy. "All right." Taking the violin and bow, William tucked the instrument under his chin and, from memory, began to play a simple melody. Ian's violin was dwarfed in William's hands, his long fingers sometimes hitting the notes incorrectly, but he continued playing, unfazed by the flat notes he occasionally produced.

With the smile on her face broadening Elizabeth sat back, thoroughly entertained and fairly amazed at William's musical ability.

Tuesday morning Elizabeth headed east for her morning run, meeting up with William near the gates of Pemberley.

"Aren't you running today?" she asked when he made no move to join her on the return to Cresthaven.

"I'd rather walk this morning," he replied, holding his arms folded across his abdomen in an attempt to conceal a wriggling mass beneath his sweatshirt.

Elizabeth eyed him curiously. "Is everything all right?"

"Quite, why do you ask?"

Chuckling, she gestured toward his stomach. "I thought perhaps you had developed a hernia."

"No." He shook his head as a high pitched yelping sounded while a small, black and white muzzle appeared out from the top of his shirt.

Laughing aloud, Elizabeth reached forward to free the puppy that William had been trying to hide. "Who's this?"

"He has yet to be named."

"Is this one of Lady Rowena's pups?"

"It is."

"He's so cute," she said, cradling the little dog in her arms. "So he's finally ready to leave his mama?"

"He is, in fact, I'm bringing him to his new home this morning."

Holding the puppy up, Elizabeth examined him more closely. "Is this the same little guy I met at Pemberley?"

"The very one."

"Awww..."

"As a matter of fact, I saved him for you."

Elizabeth turned to look at William. "For me?"

William nodded. "Ever since that day at Pemberley when he took to you so quickly I kept thinking that I wanted to give him to you."

Stroking the puppy's head, Elizabeth nestled the squirming dog against her.

"I thought you might like to have him. He, perhaps, could make an excellent companion."

Her eyes began to water as she reached out to embrace William, taking care not to harm the dog.

William held her, momentarily silent. "I think she likes it," he finally ventured.

Pulling back, Elizabeth smiled. "Yes, she does, very much."

The pup squirmed and wriggled, trying to free himself from her grasp. "You want to run around, don't you? You don't want to stay up here."

William held a leash out to Elizabeth.

"Thank you." She took it from him and clipped it onto the dog's collar. "Shall we take him for a walk?"

"Precisely what I was planning to do."

When Elizabeth set the puppy on the road he excitedly ran around in circles, trying to break away from the restraints that tethered him.

"He needs to be trained," William commented as he took the leash from Elizabeth and brought the dog under control. "I can help with that if you'd like."

"That would be wonderful." Linking her arm with William's, the couple walked to Cresthaven with Elizabeth's new puppy taking the lead.

That evening Elizabeth was sitting on the lawn playing with the pup when William and his sons stopped by for a visit.

"Do you like him?" Ian asked eagerly as he ran toward her.

"If you're referring to this little guy," Elizabeth said while scratching the dog's head. "I do, very much."

The newcomers joined Elizabeth on the grass and the puppy began to run around them.

"What's his name?" the ten year old inquired.

"I haven't chosen one yet."

"You should call him Leon."

"Leon?" William questioned his son. "Why Leon?"

"I don't know." Ian shrugged. "I just like it."

Elizabeth laughed. "Leon is a nice name, but I don't think it's quite fitting for him."

"What about Rex?" Hugh asked.

"Hmm ... maybe. I'll need to think about it."

William picked up the pup and looked at him closely. "I'm certain you'll find a suitable name for this fine, young gentleman."

Smiling, Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

"Are you going to be all right down here by yourself?" Elizabeth asked the little dog after placing him in the small box she had prepared for his bed.

The puppy climbed out of the box, whimpering as he tried to crawl into Elizabeth's lap.

"I think you'd better come upstairs with me." She picked up the pup and his makeshift bed and brought them both up to her bedroom, setting the box in the corner by the window. "There you go, baby." After placing the puppy back in his bed Elizabeth rubbed his head. "You can sleep in here with me tonight." Stroking the dog's back, she smiled while thinking about William. What a thoughtful gift ... that was so sweet of him. She sighed audibly, causing the pup to cock his ear at the sound. "You need to go to sleep now." She continued to run her hand along the dog's back and could feel his body beginning to relax. What am I going to call you? She thought as she watched her new pet sleepily close his eyes. Rex? Leon? Elizabeth smiled when she thought of Ian's suggestion. I'll find something suitable for this fine, young gentleman. She recalled William's reference. Something gentlemanly ... Mr. Knightley? Hmmm ...What about Sir Percy? She laughed to herself. Maybe not. I'll figure something out.

Elizabeth awoke to the sound of yelping. The room was dark, but she could hear the pup's paws padding on the wood floor. Reaching over, she turned on the lamp in order to find her little dog. As the light brightened the room the puppy scurried toward the bed, whimpering for Elizabeth's attention.

"What's the matter?" she asked while leaning over the edge of the bed. "Did something frighten you?" Stretching out her hand she scooped up the puppy, comforting him as she held him close. "Did the dark room scare you?" She stroked his head and back. "It's all right, there's nothing to be frightened of."

The little dog had settled down and was now comfortably resting in Elizabeth's caring arms, almost on the verge of falling asleep. "You need to get back in your own bed. I'll not have you sleeping in mine, little man." She threw back the sheets and slid off the bed. The pup whimpered as she pulled him away, placing him back into the cushioned box in the corner of the room. "None of that now," she gently scolded. "This is where you'll sleep."

She stroked the puppy's head then stood to return to bed, but before turning off the lamp she decided to leave some sort of light on in the room. In one corner of her bedroom Elizabeth had a chair and table where she often sat to read when she couldn't sleep at night. Crossing the room, she turned on the lamp which sat on the table, leaving it on the dimmest setting.

"There, that should do it." She glanced over at the puppy - he was curled up in the box sleeping.

Climbing back in bed, Elizabeth snuggled into her pillow and fell quickly back to sleep, resting peacefully until she opened her eyes at the crack of dawn. Stretching out she leaned over, taking a peek into the corner. The pup was still asleep.

As soon as Elizabeth got out of bed the puppy woke up and scurried to her side. Throughout the morning the dog followed Elizabeth around as she went about her activities. Shortly after noon a knock sounded at the back door. Wondering who it might be, Elizabeth hurried to answer it.

"Hello, boys," she greeted Hugh and Ian when she opened the door to find them on the stoop. "What brings you here today?" Elizabeth glanced around, noting the absence of their father.

"We came to see the puppy," Ian informed her. "Is that okay?"

"Of course." Elizabeth motioned for the boys to come inside. "He's right here. He's hardly left my side all morning."

"He's used to being with his mother," Hugh said while nodding his head. "How was he through the night?"

"Better than I expected. He only woke me up once."

"Have you given him a name yet?" Ian asked.

She shook her head. "No, not yet."

"But you have to call him something," Ian exclaimed.

"She knows, Ian." Hugh rolled his eyes. "Don't worry; the dog will get a name."

Elizabeth chuckled. "Have you boys had lunch?"

"No, we haven't," Hugh replied.

"I was just getting ready to fix myself a sandwich. Why don't you stay and have lunch with me?"

Ian immediately expressed his approval of the idea, but his older brother seemed a bit hesitant. "We don't want to impose."

"You're not," Elizabeth reassured Hugh. "We'll eat and then we'll go into Lambton so you both can help me get some things I need for the dog."

Hugh smiled. "All right."

"Do you think he'd like this one?" Elizabeth held up a soft rubber toy shaped like a bone.

"Pups will chew on anything," Hugh responded. "It doesn't matter what it looks like."

"Hmm..." Elizabeth puzzled over the array of toys on the shelf. "Well then, I'll just buy several and let him decide which he likes best." She tossed the rubber bone into the basket and selected a few other items to take home to her puppy.

Hugh and Ian helped Elizabeth find all the things she needed to care for her new pet, and as they were putting the purchases into the trunk a male voice hailed them from across the street, calling out to both Hugh and Elizabeth. Recognizing George Wickham's voice, they both quickly glanced at each other before turning to greet the unexpected visitor.

"Good afternoon." Wickham smiled as he took hold of Elizabeth's hand.

His grip was cold and damp giving Elizabeth a sensation of repulsion, although her expression never revealed it. Slowly pulling her hand from his grasp, Elizabeth backed away slightly, moving closer to William's sons. "What a surprise to see you. I thought you had decided to return to London."

Wickham edged closer to Elizabeth. "There've been some interesting developments that have kept me here in Derbyshire." He looked over at Ian and Hugh. "But I will be leaving shortly."

"I see." Elizabeth felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never really thought highly of George Wickham, and had tolerated his inane conversation whenever she had encountered him, but today he was actually making her skin crawl.

"And who is this young man?" He turned toward Ian.

The boy held out his hand. "Ian Fitzwilliam Darcy."

"Ian Fitzwilliam Darcy?" Wickham's brow rose as he shook Ian's hand. "What a fine name you have."

"I'm named for my father," Ian replied.

"Ian's my brother," Hugh swiftly interjected, moving to place himself between his brother and Wickham. "And you have no business with him."

Wickham stepped back. "Calm yourself, Hugh. There's no need to get upset."

"Come along, Ian. Get in the car." Hugh urged his brother toward the vehicle.

Surprised by Hugh's abruptness, Elizabeth momentarily watched the boys before turning back to Wickham, not really knowing what to say to him. "Have a nice day," she said politely then joined Ian and Hugh in the car.

They all sat quietly as Elizabeth shifted the car into gear and drove away, leaving Wickham standing alone on the lane.

"Who was that?" Ian finally asked.

"He's nobody," Hugh answered.

"Everybody's somebody," Ian responded. "But that guy had really cold hands." He looked at his hand then wiped it on his shirt. "And slimy."

Hugh inhaled deeply. "You can call him somebody if you choose, but, Ian, don't go near him." The teenager heaved a sigh. "He's somebody who's not to be trusted."

Elizabeth eyed Hugh curiously. She knew he wasn't fond of George Wickham, but never expected this sort of reaction from the boy. What did George Wickham do to evoke such impassioned responses from Hugh and his father?

"Hugh? Are you all right?"

Hugh, who had been watching his brother play with the puppy, turned around to face Elizabeth. "I think so."

"Why don't you come sit down in here? I'll get you a lemonade."

After glancing at Ian, who was completely unaware of anything except the dog, Hugh joined Elizabeth at the kitchen table.

"Would you like to talk about what happened back there in Lambton?" Feeling confident in the rapport that she and Hugh had built, Elizabeth decided to broach this subject.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I don't think there's much to talk about."

"Oh, but there is," she gently replied.

The young man sat silently, staring into his glass.

"Why did you have such a hostile response to George Wickham?"

"I don't know." He raked his hand through his hair. "Just seeing him approach Ian made me angry. It reminded me of how he treated me when I was younger."

"How did he treat you? Was he cruel? Did he treat you inappropriately?"

The pair sat silently as Hugh paused momentarily, contemplating Elizabeth's question.

"He was actually rather nice to me. He brought me toys and sweets." Hugh's brow began to furrow as he recalled his early encounters with Wickham. "But then I found out how false he was." He shook his head. "He never cared about me, or my mother, but she was daft enough to believe his lies." The tears that had filled Hugh's eyes as he spoke now trickled down his face. "He ruined my family. My mother adores him and still believes anything he tells her. She doesn't see him for the scoundrel he is."

Elizabeth felt her emotions rising. A lump formed in her throat and she had to steady her breathing to keep her voice from breaking. Although she had counseled with hundreds of kids and had learned to keep her feelings in check, she found it difficult to do so with Hugh. This was far from clinical; she was emotionally involved with this boy and his family.

"How long have you known him?"

"As long as I can remember." Hugh wiped his dampened cheeks. "He was always around, even when we still lived at Pemberley."

"Hmmm..." Elizabeth placed her hand atop Hugh's, trying to ease his discomfort. This is beginning to make sense, she thought. "Does your mother still associate with him?"

Hugh nodded his response.

Oh, how she wanted to take him in her arms and hold him. Elizabeth dabbed at her eyes, trying to stem the tears. She felt completely at a loss for words, and they would have probably sat in silence indefinitely if not for Ian entering the kitchen.

"I'm hungry," the ten year old informed Elizabeth as he approached.

"Well then, let's find something for you to eat." Elizabeth stood to help Ian, but gave Hugh's shoulder a gentle squeeze as she walked past, letting him know that she cared about him.

Elizabeth located some cookies in the pantry and after setting a plate of them on the table, she poured three glasses of milk. "Milk and cookies - I recall sitting at the table with Peter on many occasions and talking as we had some milk with our cookies." She smiled at the boys. "It always seemed to help us feel better."

The following afternoon Elizabeth put the leash on the puppy and started down the driveway to take a short walk. Once on the road she decided to head in a westerly direction toward Lambton. The pup seemed excited to be out - being restrained didn't even bother him as he ran along the pavement, his little legs springing with boundless energy. The sound of a whistle blowing caught Elizabeth's ear. She looked into the distance, trying to see the soccer field where she suspected William was drilling Ian's team.

As she rounded a curve in the lane Elizabeth could see flashes of red and white through a sparse scattering of trees. She hastened her steps, hoping to find the young football players practicing, and, of course, their coach.

William smiled broadly when he noticed her approaching. "What brings you out here?"

"We were just out for a walk and saw the boys playing so I thought we'd come past to see you." Elizabeth noticed the dimples appear on William's cheeks.

"I'm glad you did." He took hold of her hand. "I was going to ring you later. Percy wants to go to the Steam Rally in Elvaston this Saturday and I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining us."

"A Steam Rally? I've never been to one before. What exactly is it?"

"It's a gathering of exhibits. There'll be a variety of displays of steam engines, tractors, vintage automobiles."

"So it's a car rally?"

"Well, sort of, but not exactly. There are trade and craft stalls, fairground rides, and some events; I think a sheep dog demonstration."

"That sounds like a fair."

"Precisely," William exclaimed. "It should be an enjoyable outing."

Elizabeth nodded. "I think I would like to go."

"Splendid. The lads and I will call round in the morning."

Hugh trotted over to the couple and greeted Elizabeth with a wave of his hand. "Dad, they're ready to play a scrimmage."

"All right, Son." William turned to Elizabeth. "Will you wait for us?"

"Sure."

As William and Hugh joined the team on the pitch, Elizabeth sat down on the sideline to watch. The puppy scampered around, excited by all the activity.

When the practice game was over William ran off the field to Elizabeth's side as the team gathered their gear and dispersed.

Ian headed straight for the puppy and immediately began to play with him. "Have you named him?" he asked Elizabeth.

"I have."

"Serious?" Ian asked, surprised. "What's his name?"

She grinned at the boy's reaction. "I'm going to call him Sir Wilfred."

"Sir Wilfred?"

William smiled. "As in Ivanhoe?"

"Exactly." She inclined her head. "I thought it was fitting."

"That's a favorite book of mine," Hugh said. "I fancy the name." He scratched the little dog behind the ears. "You look like a Wilfred."

"I still think you should've called him Leon," Ian said.

Elizabeth laughed.

"Sir Wilfred is a fine name." William nodded his approval.

It was nearly a quarter past eleven and Elizabeth was beginning to worry about what was keeping them. She had spoken to William on the telephone the night before and made arrangements for him and his sons to come past around 10:30 to pick her up and they were to meet Sir Percy and the Lucases at the fairgrounds, but they were now more than a half hour late.

"Something must be wrong," she said aloud as she stared out the window, hoping to see the familiar Mercedes rounding the bend. She picked up the phone and dialed William's number. As the first ring sounded Elizabeth heard a vehicle pulling up the driveway. She quickly hung up and dashed to the window. "Oh, good." She could see that it was William's car.

Rushing outside, she locked up the house and reached the car as it was coming to a stop. As she climbed inside she greeted William then turned back to talk to the boys, only to discover that Ian sat alone in the backseat.

"Where's Hugh?" She shifted to face William.

Both father and son remained silent which was unusual, especially for Ian.

"I thought he was going with us. Is he ill?"

William's jaw clenched tightly as he drew in a deep breath. "Hugh is on his way to London," he replied after a brief hesitation.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise. "To London? Why? What's happened?"

"His mother arrived at Pemberley this morning and insisted that he return home with her immediately." William's voice was sharp and edgy.

"Oh, my." Elizabeth scrutinized William, trying to gauge exactly how upset he was. Reaching out, she gently rubbed his hand. "I'm so sorry."

Twisting his hand around, William caught hold of Elizabeth's fingertips and enveloped her hand in his as they quietly started their ride to Elvaston.

After several minutes the silence in the car was beginning to bother Elizabeth. Glancing back, she eyed Ian - he had his hand on the window, trying to block the sun from his view. She looked over at William - he still held her hand in his while his other gripped the steering wheel firmly. She watched his tightly pursed lips move ever so slightly as he slowly ground his teeth together. His eyes were fixed forward and he seemed completely oblivious to his companions.

"Do you have any idea when Hugh might return?"

"He'll most likely never return," William said, keeping his eyes locked on the road ahead.

"Is that what she said?" Elizabeth asked in disbelief.

"Not in exact words."

"Surely she can't keep your son from you."

William made no response, which surprised Elizabeth. He's not going to sit back and do nothing, is he? she thought to herself. "I certainly wouldn't settle for that," she said as she pulled her hand from William's grasp then crossed her arms in front of her.

"I'd rather not talk about this for the time being." William heaved a sigh. "Let's just try to enjoy ourselves today."

Elizabeth regarded William for a moment without responding. Okay, so he doesn't want to talk about this now, but he might later. She recalled one of their recent conversations when William made it clear that he didn't feel comfortable opening up and baring his feelings to her yet. He needs time.

"All right." Unfolding her arms, she leaned over and took hold of William's hand, giving it a squeeze. "Let's have a nice day."

"Where've you been, old man?" Sir Percy asked when William, Ian and Elizabeth finally caught up with the group.

"We had a bit of a late start." William grabbed hold of his friend's shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Elizabeth!" Julianne cried out.

"I didn't know you were joining us today." Elizabeth greeted Julianne, surprised to see her. "It's so wonderful to see you. Are you here for the entire weekend?"

Julianne nodded. "I'll be leaving tomorrow night."

"Why don't you join us for supper tomorrow, Elizabeth?" Charlotte suggested. "Bring Fitz with you. We haven't seen much of the pair of you lately."

"Yes, do come," Julianne added.

"It sounds lovely. I'd love to." Elizabeth glanced at William as he and Sir Percy conversed privately several feet from the group. "But I can't speak for William."

Charlotte waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, he'll come along."

Elizabeth looked at her doubtfully, but didn't express her misgivings as Charlotte discussed what she was planning for the next evening.

"Come on, Elizabeth." Ian interrupted, grabbing hold of her hand. "Let's look at the steam engines."

"Okay." Elizabeth smiled at Ian, then glanced over at William. "But first, go get your father."

Without hesitation Ian broke free from Elizabeth and ran toward his father. Elizabeth watched as William and his son conversed. She was glad to see that Ian had perked up after the unusually quiet car ride, but was concerned about the stoic expression that William still wore on his face.

"Let's not stand about all day," Sir Percy said as he approached the group. "We came to see a rally." He linked his arm with Julianne's and gestured for the others to join them.

As Charlotte and her family followed the couple Elizabeth waited for Ian and his father to accompany her. Her brow furrowed as she sighed softly. I know he's upset, but I hope William snaps out of this soon for Ian's sake. She couldn't hear what was being said, but her face brightened at the sound of Ian's laughter and a smile curled her lips as William grinned and draped an arm across his son's shoulder.

"Shall we see the fair?" William asked as he gained her side.

Nodding, Elizabeth slipped her hand into his. "That is what we came for."

William tightened his grip on her hand. "We'd better get to it, the day is waning."

They hurried to catch up with the others and spent the remainder of the day meandering through the maze of booths and exhibits. Ian talked his father into buying him a sword on the condition that he would never wield it as a weapon against anyone. Elizabeth's eyes widened when she saw the ten year old proudly displaying the lethal instrument, but said nothing as she watched father and son examining the finer details of it. William seemed as excited about it as Ian was which caused Elizabeth to grin, remembering the pellet gun that Jonas had given Peter on his ninth birthday and then spent half the day playing with himself.

"Feel how heavy it is, Elizabeth." Ian held the hilt out for her to take.

Grasping the handle, she lifted the sword from Ian's hands. "That's quite a weapon you've got here."

"It's fantastic," Ian said excitedly. "I can't wait to show it to Hugh." The smile fell from Ian's face. "If I ever see him again."

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Ian, giving him a tight hug. "Don't worry. You'll see him again." She looked up at William with an expression of hope, believing in her heart that his love for his sons would compel him to fight for his family.

Early Sunday morning Elizabeth rose from bed, slipped into her robe then made her way downstairs to the kitchen with Wilfred trailing behind her. After feeding the dog and fixing herself a hot cup of lemon tea she stepped outside to retrieve the morning paper. The day had barely dawned. She looked out onto the horizon - dark clouds hovered overhead, threatening to spill. Elizabeth shivered, and pulling her robe tightly closed, rushed back inside.

"It's chilly out there," she said aloud as she cradled the warm teacup in her hands.

Taking a seat at the table, she opened the paper and began to read it while sipping at her tea. Wilfred romped beneath her feet, yelping for her attention. Reaching down, she patted his head to quiet him. As she scratched the pup behind the ears the sound of a car pulling up the driveway drew her attention.

"Who could that be?" She rose from her chair and cautiously approached the window to have a look. She recognized the blue Mercedes immediately and hurried to the door.

"William? What are you doing here?" she asked as William passed through the garden gate.

"I needed to see you." His expression was serious.

"Don't you think it's a little early?"

"I suppose it is, but I wanted to speak to you." He noticed that Elizabeth was rubbing her arms, trying to warm herself. Glancing downward, he could see her bare feet. "Elizabeth, what are you doing outside without shoes?" He looked at her entire outfit. "And in your dressing gown?" William motioned toward the house. "Let's get you inside before you catch your death."

Elizabeth was disinclined to argue with him, having felt the chill of the damp bricks on her exposed feet, and went quickly indoors to escape the cold morning.

"I know it's early and I probably should have given you a ring instead of calling round, but I've been up half the night thinking about the situation with Hugh."

"William, come sit down." Elizabeth gestured toward the table. "Let me make you a cup of tea."

Glancing at his watch, William hesitated for a moment before inclining his head and taking a seat at the kitchen table while Elizabeth poured him a cup of tea. "I wanted to let you know what I've decided to do." He took a drink of the herbal tea before continuing. "Please tell me if you think it advisable."

Leaning back in her chair, Elizabeth smiled inwardly, pleased that William had made plans regarding Hugh and that he was sharing his thoughts with her.

"I'm going to London." He paused briefly, taking a deep intake of breath. "I'm suing for custody of Hugh."

Elizabeth's heart swelled within her, but she said nothing as William continued.

"I gave Cecilia everything she wanted in the divorce settlement, including our son, and I've tolerated a great deal, but I'll not have any more of it." William balled up his fist and gently rapped the table. "I want my son back." He rapped the table more loudly. "I'm getting my son back."

No longer able to contain the smile she had been holding back, Elizabeth beamed. "I can't tell you how pleased I am to hear you say that. When are you planning to leave?"

"Immediately."

"Are you ready to leave now?"

"Yes, my satchel's in the car. I just popped in to see you before I left."

"I'm glad you stopped by to let me know, even though you caught me in my nightgown."

William chuckled as a smile spread across his face.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No."

"Let me fix you something to eat before you leave. You can't make that drive on an empty stomach."

"That sounds wonderful."

"All right." Elizabeth jumped up from her seat. "Just stay here and finish your tea. I'll have breakfast ready in a jiff."

Sliding his chair back, William crossed his legs and with cup in hand drank his tea while watching Elizabeth move barefooted about the kitchen as she cooked him a hot meal. He had been very focused when he had first arrived at Cresthaven, hardly noticing that Elizabeth was still in her nightclothes, but now as he sat back he examined her more closely. The nightdress she wore was shorter than her robe, coming down to the middle of her calf, which allowed William a nice view of her ankles whenever she turned quickly. He also observed that the delicate fabric of her gown was translucent. He imagined that if the sun was shining brightly and Elizabeth wasn't wearing a robe the light rays would pass through the nightgown enabling him to see a full silhouette of her figure.

"How long do you expect to be in London?" Elizabeth asked, startling William.

"Sorry?" Feeling his face flushing, William quickly took a draught from his cup.

"How long do you think you'll stay in London?"

"I really couldn't say." He shifted in his chair. "As long as it takes."

"It makes me happy to know that you're doing this. I'm sure Hugh will be as well."

"I'm sure everyone involved will be happy, except Celia, of course."

"Of course." Elizabeth set a plate in front of William with poached eggs, ham and toast, then hurried to the refrigerator to retrieve some juice, fruit and jam.

"Will you be joining me?" William asked.

"Oh, yes." Elizabeth went back to the kitchen and quickly served a plate for herself.

William waited for Elizabeth to be seated before he began eating. "This is delicious." He picked up a slice of toast. "Did you know I like my toast done on one side?"

"Bessie always fixes toast that way. I just guessed you might prefer it like that."

"I must tell you, you'll never be able to convince me that you're a terrible cook. These eggs are perfect, and this sauce."

"I suppose you're entitled to an opinion."

"That I am." He smiled, then took a bite of toast.

The couple finished their meal as William elaborated on his plans to contact Geoffrey Rutherford in London, and expressed his hopes for the outcome. Elizabeth offered support and encouragement and when William was standing at the back door ready to leave she asked him to let her know how everything was coming along.

"Most assuredly. I'll keep you informed of my progress." William grasped her hand. "Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank you for a wonderful breakfast. Thank you for everything." Bending down, he kissed her gently on the lips, then wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent. "I'm going to miss you," he whispered in her ear. Pulling back, he kissed her once again then bid her farewell before turning to leave.

"Goodbye," she called out to him as she stood in the doorway waving her hand.

He stopped at the gate, turning back to see her. "I'll ring you when I get to town."

Elizabeth nodded. "I'll talk to you then. Drive carefully."

William smiled, revealing his dimples, then without another word climbed into his car and drove away.

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