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Posted on Thursday, 21 February 2008
The morning after dinner at Lucas Lodge found Miss Bingley at sixes and sevens. With only her sister Mrs. Hurst to keep her company, she silently stewed and schemed in the drawing room. It was the room where she was most likely to have an opportunity to speak to Mr. Darcy, other than the library.
The source of her agitation was easily discerned; it was Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Miss Bingley knew how to deal with the other ladies of the ton, but ‘Miss Eliza' was different. Mr. Darcy openly admitted to being an acquaintance of hers, and not just an acquaintance, but a friend! How was she to combat that? True, Miss Eliza was not nearly accomplished as she, but the chit had apparently known Mr. Darcy far longer.
After being unable to come up with a scheme that would not show her in bad light, she decided on a tactful retreat. "We have to leave, Louisa!" Miss Bingley blurted, "We have to return to London and bring Charles with us before he ruins us all!" Agitated, she began to pace.
Mrs. Hurst shook her head. Her sister had been in a devilish mood since the assembly, and was in high dudgeon this morning. "My dear sister, calm down and tell me what has happened."
Miss Bingley told her sister that she had seen Darcy and Elizabeth leave the room the previous evening at the Lucases', returning ten minutes later. She swore both Elizabeth and Darcy looked flushed, with tousled hair.
Mrs. Hurst creased her brow in contemplation. She did not doubt what her sister had seen, and agreed it was most disturbing. "She is merely an old friend. It does not mean he has any designs on her."
"But he and his sister conversed with her almost all evening!" Miss Bingley shrieked, exasperated. "And at the assembly, he danced the first set with her. Mr. Darcy never dances the first set!"
Mrs. Hurst put a calming hand on her sister's arm. She was well beyond worked up, and nearing apoplexy. "Caroline, it was nothing but a little country assembly. It is not as if anyone in London will know. Besides, it was most likely only the surprise at seeing her that made him behave so out of character. When the novelty of the reunion has worn off, he will resume his attentions to you."
Her sister's insight seemed to placate Miss Bingley a little, but she continued to pace. "Well, I will not let that hoyden ruin my chances. I have waited all these years for him to finally notice me. I will show him how inferior she is, and that I am the perfect Mistress of Pemberley." Her pace slowed to a contemplative walk as she considered her next move. "Excuse me Louisa; I must speak to our brother and the cook. I must revise the menu to ensure we have all of Mr. Darcy's favourites while we are here."
Unfortunately for her, on her way out, she ran into her brother.
"Caroline," Bingley said with a smile that further irritated his sister. "I wish to host a dinner, or at least a tea."
Playing host to the backwoods hoydens of Hertfordshire was last thing Miss Bingley wanted to do, especially since there was little doubt the guest list would include the Bennets. She pursed her lips for a moment before responding. "Must we, Charles? I really can not think of anyone worthy of our notice." Seeing she had incited her brother's disapproval, she added as an afterthought, "Except perhaps Miss Bennet. She is all that is sweet."
Bingley's countenance immediately brightened again. "She is precisely whom I wish you to invite. Perhaps you could also invite her sister, Miss Elizabeth. Darcy and Miss Darcy seem to get on rather well with her. I think her presence would make Miss Bennet more comfortable."
Miss Bingley simmered. Her brother had the taste of a plebeian. "Of course, Charles. I will invite Miss Bennet for dinner in a few days time." Before her brother had a chance to again mention Miss Elizabeth, she swept past him, bent on her original errand. Her brother could marry whomever he wished, so long as it was after she was Mrs. Darcy.
While Miss Bingley was contemplating the best method for becoming the next Mrs. Darcy, Mr. Darcy had absconded to his sitting room, tending to matters of business. He had also spent part of the morning contemplating the situation with Georgiana. She had greatly improved since her meeting with Elizabeth, but when she was in other company -- namely that of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst -- she would revert to her old self. The only solution he could think of was to insure more visits with Elizabeth, without Miss Bingley.
He considered having Georgiana stay at Longbourn for a few days while he went to London, but then recalled the behaviour of Lydia and Kitty, and even Mrs. Bennet. Not for the first time did he wonder how they could be related to Elizabeth, Jane, and Mr. Bennet. With a smirk, he began to understand why Mr. Bennet had never brought the rest of his family to Pemberley on his visits. "Family will be family," he muttered.
He was startled by a knock on his door, though pleased when he saw his visitor to be Georgiana. However, upon a second glance, he became alarmed. Her meek and sullen countenance had returned in full force.
"What is the matter, dearest?" he asked as he led Georgiana to a chair.
Georgiana hesitated for a moment under the guise of taking a seat and straightening her skirts. "Fitzwilliam, do you think Elizabeth likes me?" she asked finally.
"She has told me she does, very much. What makes you think she does not?"
"She asked me to join her on her morning walks, you know," Georgiana said with a secret smile. At her brother's surprised look, she added. "She said you could join us as well if you were concerned for my safety."
"Perhaps I will for the first one. Miss Elizabeth knows the area well enough. I am certain you would be safe with her."
Georgiana's eyes lit up at the new freedom she had been granted. Then unexpectedly, her face fell again. "Does she know, Fitzwilliam?"
With such a long face, he knew there was only one thing Georgiana could be referring to. Filled with a sudden wave of compassion, he creased his brow for a moment. He needed to choose his words carefully. "No, she does not, Georgiana. That is for you tell her if you choose."
With a sullen nod, Georgiana said, "I suppose I should. She will most likely not want to be acquainted with a fallen woman." Her eyes pooled with tears as she spoke.
"What have I told you?" Darcy asked, as he gently tipped his sister's chin up to him.
Tears were now flowing. "I know you say it was not my fault, but I can not help feeling guilty just the same. Elizabeth should know the truth about with whom she associates. Do you not agree?"
As Darcy battled with himself, he pulled Georgiana into a tight embrace to hide his emotions. He was angry that Georgiana still felt guilty about the events of the last summer. He was even angrier at Wickham. At the same time, his heart sang, knowing Georgiana felt comfortable enough with Elizabeth to tell her most guarded secret. He did not want to seem over anxious in having Georgiana confide in Elizabeth, for fear of pushing her too quickly. Yet Elizabeth had already done so much for her, and he was certain Georgiana would be whole again after confiding in her. After a moment or two, he mastered his emotions and released her. "Do you trust Miss Elizabeth enough to tell her?" he asked calmly.
Bewildered, she looked at her brother earnestly. "Should I not? I do not believe she would tell anyone else, would she?" She began to panic, thinking she had blundered once again in trusting someone she should not.
Realizing the distress he had unwittingly caused his sister, Darcy quickly assured her of Elizabeth's trustworthiness, stopping just shy of telling Georgiana he had hoped she would confide in Elizabeth. He was grateful when she nodded and said, "If you could arrange for Elizabeth and me to have some time alone, I would like to tell her, so she is not disgraced."
"If you wish to tell her, that is your decision. I am certain Miss Elizabeth will not think any less of you though."
She dried her cheeks with the proffered handkerchief. "I would very much like to remain friends with her. I hope you are right."
With an affectionate hug, Darcy said, "I am certain of it. I will try and arrange something, though it may take a couple days. Is that acceptable?"
Georgiana nodded and kissed her brother on the cheek. "Thank you, Fitzwilliam."
As Miss Bingley had promised her brother, a few days later, Jane was invited to dinner at Netherfield. The following morning, a missive from Netherfield arrived at Longbourn, informing the family Jane had taken ill and required an extended stay at Netherfield.
Elizabeth was initially angry at her mother; it was her matchmaking scheme that had caused Jane to become sick. She had sent Jane to Netherfield on horseback, despite - or rather because of - the signs of impending rain.
Righteous anger soon gave way to feelings of distress over Jane's illness though. Her concern for Jane's comfort and well being soon left no room for hostility. Perhaps her mother was incapable of showing an ounce of decorum, but she was; and she would not allow her sister to suffer the result. She would not allow Jane to become a burden to the Netherfield staff. The very thought of Jane suffering needlessly, and under the care of Miss Bingley, prompted her to set out for Netherfield on foot. She did not even bother to ask for the carriage; she knew she would be denied.
So it was, that shortly after reading Bingley's letter, Elizabeth was on her way to Netherfield. When the invitation to dine at Netherfield had first arrived, Elizabeth was surprised she had not been included. Then, remembering what Darcy had told her of Miss Bingley's fantasies and jealousy, she was glad she had not been. If Jane was to make headway with Bingley, she also needed to befriend his sisters. That would have been impossible if Miss Bingley was distracted by her presence. She sniffed at the irony that she was now on her way to Netherfield, sans invitation. No matter; she would see to Jane and then return home.
She spent the three mile walk reflecting on the past couple weeks. What a change there had been! Darcy's appearance in Hertfordshire had turned her mundane life on its head, and she was heartily glad for it. She and Darcy had picked up where they left off, talking and teasing one another; although she did have to admit the absence of practical jokes was a marked improvement.
Over the last few weeks, they had discussed a large number of topics. Darcy told her about the years since his father's death, stopping short of the events of last summer. He shared how he and his cousin Richard had become closer due to sharing the guardianship of Georgiana. Elizabeth was glad he had found a confidant in his cousin, and her heart went out to him as he told about the first months in which he struggled.
Their discussions were not always sombre though. They spent plenty of time laughing about the time Darcy spent in town and the women who had thrown themselves at him. Elizabeth had been shockingly amused as Darcy shared stories of how women had tried to trap him into marriage, though he was careful not to betray any names.
He even told her about his mistake in paying attentions to Miss Bingley, though he did not reveal his motivation. It was too early for that. Still, it allowed a new understanding of Miss Bingley, while at the same time confirming Elizabeth's original judgement of her.
She chuckled, and not for the first time, at the thought of Miss Bingley being jealous of her. It was absurd! Not that she had ever entertained thoughts of marrying Darcy; but even if she had, it could never be. Darcy walked amongst the first circles of society. Her father was but a country squire who had never been to court. A marriage between them was unthinkable!
While they were able to jest about it, at the same time, Elizabeth's heart went out to him, knowing he had never wanted any of this. He cared not for the adoration of the ton. All he really wanted was a quiet peaceful life at Pemberley with his family.
Through their discussions, Elizabeth noted how correct her father had been in his assessment of Darcy. It was not hard to see how the heavy responsibilities had weighed on him over the years. While his friends and peers were touring the continent, Darcy was tending to matters of an estate, looking after his ill father, and raising a young girl. While other men caroused, drank, and gambled, Darcy was settling accounts, looking after tenants, and looking for ways to expand his family's fortune.
Having always been shy in nature, and with no one to confide in, the added burden caused him to become more withdrawn. His taciturn nature had started out as a defence mechanism. One he practiced frequently due to his attention from the ton; and as with most things that are frequently practiced, it had become second nature. Of course, this realization had not stopped Elizabeth from teasing him about his reticence whilst in Hertfordshire, at least a little.
In return for his sharing, Elizabeth told him about the last years in Hertfordshire. While she found her own tales boring in comparison, she told him about the Gardiners and her cousins and her friendship with Charlotte. She told him about the Gouldings, the Jennings, the Wilmingtons, the Harrises, and the rest of the four and twenty families they visited regularly.
She had also spent some time with Georgiana. His sister had grown to be a beautiful girl, both physically and in spirit. She had inherited Darcy's natural shyness, but could become quite animated when she was comfortable with the company. As her comfort level with Elizabeth and Jane increased, she had even been caught teasing Darcy once.
Elizabeth snapped from her ruminations when Netherfield came into view. As she neared, she noticed Darcy walking in the front gardens. "Fi... Mr. Darcy. Good morning!" Elizabeth said cheerfully.
Darcy looked up from a letter he was contemplating. He was struck by the picture in front of him. Instead of finding the girl he always associated with that voice, he saw a pair of sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks, and the beautiful curves of a woman. He felt his pulse quicken, and for a moment or two could only stare at her. Reminding himself that the woman was Li'l Beth, he shook his head and stopped the errant musings. In an attempt to mask his thoughts, he asked, "Did you walk here, Miss Elizabeth?"
His awkwardness did not go unnoticed, and uncertain of the cause, Elizabeth looked down at her gown, thinking something must be askew. She noticed the mud that encrusted her black ankle boots and had turned the hem of her white petticoat to an ugly brown. Believing this to be the source of his unease, she blushed, deepening the colour of her already pinked cheeks. "I did." There was nothing to do now, so she raised her chin in challenge and said, "I have come to look after Jane. Will you show me to her?"
"Of course," Darcy replied and offered her his arm. "The apothecary was here this morning. Bingley will be better able to fill you in on the particulars." They paused for a moment near the entrance, so Elizabeth could remove some of the mud from her boots. "We could have sent a carriage. Netherfield is too great a distance to be walking."
"I beg to differ. As you can see for yourself, I am in perfect health after traversing the distance," she rejoined.
Amused, Darcy shook his head slightly and offered her is arm. "Quite right, Miss Elizabeth. Shall we?"
On Darcy's suggestion, the two used the side entrance of the house in an effort to spare Elizabeth the embarrassment of greeting the other residents of the house. They had made it up the stairs unnoticed, and were making their way towards Jane's room when they encountered Bingley and Miss Bingley.
At the sight of them, Elizabeth blushed once again. Bingley did not seem to notice her clothes, and simply informed her of the apothecary's visit and diagnosis. Miss Bingley, however, looked her over and curled her lip in disdain.
When Bingley finished his report, Miss Bingley sneered, "Miss Eliza, did you walk here?" At Elizabeth's clipped affirmation, she said, "You really did not need to scamper about the country because your sister has a cold. We are perfectly capable of caring for her ourselves."
"It was very thoughtful of you, Miss Elizabeth. I am sure Miss Bennet will be pleased to see you." Bingley interjected, trying to cover for his sister's rudeness. "If there is anything I can do for you or your sister, please do not hesitate to inform me."
"Thank you, Mr. Bingley," Elizabeth said. She nodded politely to Darcy and Miss Bingley, just before entering Jane's room.
Elizabeth entered the indicated room quietly, not wanting to disturb her sister if she was sleeping. She paused for a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and take in her surroundings. Struck by its opulence, she breathed a silent ‘oh.' The curtains were a lovely pale blue silk with lace backings and gold cords. The large four post bed had a matching blue canopy and curtains. In front of the fire place were two chairs covered in yellow satin, a small service table, and woven carpet. There was also a dark oak side board next to the bed, displaying a white basin and water pitcher and several glasses. The room itself was nearly twice the size of the room Elizabeth and Jane shared at Longbourn.
Her enjoyment of the plush environment was halted however by a sickly moan emanating from the bed. Elizabeth quickly made for its side and clasped Jane's hand. The intimate contact caused Jane's eyes to flutter open. "Lizzy," Jane murmured weakly. "I am so glad you are here."
"Jane," Elizabeth responded, her voice filled with concern. "How could I not come when my dearest sister is so ill?" After inquiring how Jane felt, changing the cloth on her sister's head, and ensuring Jane was as comfortable as may be, Elizabeth settled into a nearby chair. Then she pulled out the book she had brought with her and began reading aloud, in hopes that the soothing sound would lull Jane to sleep.
She had completed only two pages when the chamber door opened, admitting Bingley and his sisters. "I came to inquire after Miss Bennet," Bingley said in a hushed voice. Though his statement was directed at Elizabeth, his eyes never left the sleeping form in the bed.
Elizabeth took note of this, and the look of genuine compassion she saw in Bingley. He was they type that wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was definitely predisposed towards Jane. She sent up a silent prayer that Darcy would be proven wrong, for she could think of no one more deserving of such a kind man than Jane.
"She is resting comfortably," Elizabeth replied with an affectionate smile directed towards her sister.
"I am glad to hear it," Bingley said, stalling for time. Uncertain of what else to say, he quit the room, leaving Elizabeth to return to her book.
Several hours later, the scene replayed itself, though this time Bingley was accompanied by only Miss Bingley. It was not until he inquired after Elizabeth's dinner preferences that she realized the lateness of the hour. Remembering her promise to be home for dinner, she said, "If you will excuse me, I should be heading home. Will you send word if she worsens?"
"Of course, Miss Elizabeth. Are you certain you would not like to stay? I am sure your sister finds great comfort in your presence." Bingley inquired.
Elizabeth looked to the Miss Bingley. She had been standing silently next to her brother, but it was not difficult to see she was put out by the idea of hosting another Bennet. Her cold look caused Elizabeth to reconsider accepting the invitation. She was about to insist on returning home when her attention was drawn to the bed by the rustling of sheets.
"Lizzy, please stay," Jane pleaded weakly.
It took only a little pleading on Jane's part before Elizabeth acquiesced. She no longer cared what Miss Bingley thought or wanted. Her sister's health and comfort was paramount. Looking up at Bingley, she said, "I thank you for your offer, Mr. Bingley. Let me see to Jane's comfort and then I shall be down for dinner."
Bingley beamed brightly. "Of course, Miss Elizabeth. I shall see that dinner is delayed another half hour while my sister has a room made up for you. Will that be enough time?"
At Elizabeth's affirmation, both Bingleys quit the room.
Jane was sleeping, but continued to move about restlessly. After nearly an hour, Jane was resting a bit more comfortably, but Elizabeth's concern had not abated. Though she was loath to leave her sister, she had promised an appearance at dinner, and did not wish to offend her hosts much more. She was already late, and could only imagine the scornful looks she would receive from Miss Bingley. With a mischievous giggle, she hoped Miss Bingley would be too distracted with Mr. Darcy to give much attention to her tardy appearance.
Posted on Thursday, 6 March 2008
When she entered the dining room that evening, Elizabeth was not surprised to find the rest of the Netherfield residents already seated, and was grateful they had not felt it necessary to wait for her before starting the first course. The gentlemen rose from the table to greet her, and Bingley stepped to pull out her chair. She ignored the cool reception she received from Bingley's sisters. With a contrite smile, she apologized for her tardiness, and explained that while Jane had a difficult time falling asleep, she was indeed now resting somewhat peacefully.
Conversation throughout dinner was superficial; it revolved primarily around Miss Bingley seeking Darcy's approval on every dish and asking how it compared to the way it was prepared at Pemberley. Throughout the exchange, Elizabeth was careful not to make eye contact with anyone. She was quite certain that had she caught the eye of Bingley, Georgiana, or Darcy, she would not be able to stifle her amusement.
Thankfully for everyone present, there were moments when Miss Bingley ceased her fawning. During those times, the topics of the weather, shooting, and fishing were found to be extremely interesting.
After dinner, Bingley opted against a separation of the sexes, and everyone made their way to the music room for coffee and cakes. Once her guests were well settled, Miss Bingley made her way to the pianoforte. "Do you play, Miss Eliza?" she asked, seemingly innocently.
"A little, and not very well," came the polite reply. Even if she had played divinely, Elizabeth was simply too tired to do any piece justice, and Miss Bingley had given her an easy excuse by sitting at the pianoforte first.
After a superior smile, Miss Bingley turned her attention to Georgiana. "My dear Georgiana, I would so love to hear you play. Your playing is exquisite. I do not believe I have heard better in all of London." After pulling out a particular piece of music, she added, "I have just the piece. It can even be played as a duet." She sent her best smile in Georgiana's direction.
Panicked by the request, Georgiana looked to her brother and then Elizabeth. Thankfully, Darcy intervened by saying, "Perhaps another time, Miss Bingley. My sister is not feeling her best at the moment and would prefer to observe."
Unfortunately, Darcy's comment did not have quite the desired effect. The idea of Georgiana being ill threw Miss Bingley into a flutter. "Oh my dear, dear Georgiana, why did you not tell me!" She rose from the pianoforte, but was forestalled from any further action by Georgiana.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Bingley. I am only a little fatigued." She held her breath and dropped her eyes to floor, hoping the attention would move to someone else.
Seeing the distress of her charge, Mrs. Annesley smiled encouragingly at her and then handed her the periodical she was perusing for distraction.
"Of course, my dear," Miss Bingley said, highly affected, "but you must tell me if there is anything I can have done for you." With that, she returned to her bench seat. After throwing her sister a meaningful look, Miss Bingley simpered, "Mr. Darcy, have you any requests?" She wiggled her finger impatiently over the keys. "Your every wish is my command."
"I have no preference, Miss Bingley. Play whatever you wish," Darcy said flatly, not even looking up from his book.
Elizabeth exchanged a humoured look with Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley. She was pleased to see Georgiana return a small smile. She wanted to do more for the young girl, but did not dare with Miss Bingley present. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself and upset her hostess. If not for her own comfort, she reasoned Miss Bingley's good opinion could only help further Jane's relationship with Bingley.
Despite the lack of interest in her playing from the others in the room, Miss Bingley began playing a simple tune. When she completed the first song, the others applauded politely and then returned to their original preoccupations.
Becoming distressed over the lack of enthusiasm from her audience, particularly Mr. Darcy, Miss Bingley went about selecting a second piece. "I suppose you do not sing either, Miss Eliza," Miss Bingley said derisively.
By this time, Elizabeth had become engrossed in a tome of poetry and had almost missed the question. Wary of Miss Bingley's sudden interest in her musical abilities, she replied unaffectedly, "I can carry a tune if that is your meaning, Miss Bingley. Though I would hardly consider myself accomplished in the art." Her eyes returned to the page in front of her.
Hearing the exchange, Darcy looked up from his book. "You played and sang well enough at the Lucases'. You have a very pleasing voice." His notion was seconded by Georgiana, who then sank into the sofa, surprised by her own bravado.
Certain that Miss Bingley's interest was not kindly meant, Elizabeth glared at Darcy. She had been successful at deflecting all attention from herself thus far, and Darcy was threatening to undo it all. She had only another twenty minutes before she could politely excuse herself and pass the rest of the evening in Jane's room. "Perhaps," she said dismissively, "but I dare not compare my voice to one who has had the benefit of the masters." She made a barely perceptible nod towards Miss Bingley.
At Elizabeth's deference, Miss Bingley smiled triumphantly and went in for the kill. Mustering all the sincerity she could, she said, "Miss Eliza, please do us the honour of hearing your very pleasing voice."
Elizabeth declined once again, but her hostess was not to be gainsaid. Therefore, grudgingly, she obliged. As soon as Elizabeth was seated on the bench, Miss Bingley said feigning embarrassment, "Oh dear, forgive me Miss Eliza. Allow me to select a song that is not in Italian."
Elizabeth suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at the attempted insult. Despite her earlier resolve not to bait Miss Bingley, she could not restrain the impulse to point out the ridiculous. "Of course, Miss Bingley," she said. "I was not aware you did not know Italian. More is the pity. It is such an artful language."
Miss Bingley nearly choked on her indignation at the supposition and returned a pinched smile. Without another word, she began playing the aria. Elizabeth scanned the words of the unfamiliar song as Miss Bingley played the introduction. She was momentarily embarrassed, when she realized it was a love song. Miss Bingley had obviously intended to sing it herself, and Elizabeth had no doubt of the intended recipient. Feeling a bit awkward over the situation, she kept her eyes glued to the pages, refusing to look at anyone.
Miss Bingley quietly fumed as she played. Not only had Darcy not remarked on her playing ability, but he had called Elizabeth's voice ‘very pleasing'. He had never said as much about her singing. She looked up at that room, hoping to see the same disinterest she witnessed during her first song.
The flame of her ire was fanned when she noticed Darcy had put down his book and was listening intently to Elizabeth singing. This in and of itself was a blow to her fragile ego. The final indignity was dealt when she realized the others were imitating Darcy, including Louisa! Realizing she needed to end the disaster as soon as possible, she hastened the tempo of the song, often playing ahead of Elizabeth and fumbling through some of the more difficult areas.
At the song's conclusion, everyone clapped as if they had not noticed the player and singer were often out of synch. Miss Bingley's actions, however, were not lost on Elizabeth. Therefore, as soon as the song ended, she decided it was best to leave. She nodded once in acknowledgement of the applause and then excused herself, claiming the need to look in on Jane.
As soon as Elizabeth was out of the room, Miss Bingley let out her frustration. "What an unfortunate situation for Miss Eliza. Do you not agree, sister?"
Mrs. Hurst agreed with her sister, as she always did. "A spinster in the making, no doubt."
Despite his best efforts, Darcy could not ignore the sister's conversation. Both Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were speaking louder than usual. He was certain it was yet another attempt to gain his attention. Insufferable woman! Does she really believe such comments will recommend her to me? He did his best to appear engrossed in his book, but kept one eye on Georgiana, in case the talk distressed her too much.
Miss Bingley proclaimed, "It was terribly rude of her to arrive so late for dinner. If she was so concerned for her sister, she should have requested a tray be sent up."
Acting gravely offended, Mrs. Hurst added, "And her manners are nothing but a mixture of pride and impertinence! She has no conversation, no style, and no beauty."
"In short, she has nothing to recommend her, but being an excellent walker." Miss Bingley tittered behind her hand. "I shall never forget her appearance this morning. Why she really looked almost wild!"
"I can only imagine! I must commend you, Caroline. I am certain I would not have been able to keep my countenance."
A glance at Georgiana told Darcy he it was time to intervene. His sister was the verge of tears and was studying the carpet, unsure of what else to do. "I thought Miss Elizabeth looked remarkably well when she arrived this morning. And, the affection shown for her sister is very pleasing." he said casually. Without waiting for a response, he returned his attention to his book. Casting a quick glance at Georgiana, he was relieved to see a small smile.
Thankfully, the others in the room said nothing in return, and it was not long before a table was brought out for Cassino.
The following morning, Elizabeth was pleased to see Jane's condition had improved and she was sleeping soundly. Elizabeth had spent the night in a chair next to her sister's bed and had been awakened several times by Jane's restlessness. Thus, as the morning sun filtered into the room, Elizabeth was far from rested.
As tempting as it was to request a tray be sent up for her, she did not want to alarm her hosts, so instead dressed for breakfast below stairs. She hoped last night's exchange was forgotten; but even if it had not, she could brave Bingley's sisters.
She changed her gown and splashed some cool water on her face. The temperature of the water worked to invigorate her, and she felt the sleep fall from her face. When she caught her reflection in the looking glass, however, she could only shake her head. Her eyes were red and there were dark circles under them. It would have taken an entire jar of powder to hide the signs of fatigue. With no other option, she pinched her cheeks to bring a little colour to her face, and with a sigh, she made her way downstairs. She would enjoy breakfast, and as soon as politeness allowed, she would return to Jane, and then perhaps even get a little sleep herself.
After helping herself to a cup of coffee, a muffin, and some eggs from the side bar, she made herself comfortable at the table. She inhaled deeply, savouring the dark aroma of the coffee before taking a sip. A moment later, she was startled by a deep voice behind her. "Good morning, Li'l Beth," Darcy greeted.
Recovered, she turned and smiled. "Good morning, Fizzy."
"Might I inquire after your sister?"
"She is doing better. Thank you. Her fever broke early this morning. I believe if she spends the remainder of the day resting, and I can get her to eat, she may be well enough to come down for a short visit this evening." She took a bite of her muffin that was now covered with apple butter.
"I am pleased to hear it." There was a long silence before in a hushed tone Darcy said hesitantly, "Li'l Beth, Georgiana would like to speak with you privately. When your sister can spare you for a bit, would you speak with her?"
Elizabeth's brow rumpled in concern. "Of course. Is anything wrong?"
"I am sure all will be well after she speaks with you," Darcy said cryptically. Elizabeth was prevented from asking any further questions with the entrance of Bingley, Georgiana, and Mrs. Annesley.
"Good morning, Miss Elizabeth, Darcy." Bingley said with his usually sunny demeanour. "May I inquire after Miss Bennet?"
"Good morning," Elizabeth replied, nodding to Bingley, Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley. "I was just telling Mr. Darcy that Jane had a restless night, but her fever broke in the very early hours this morning. She may be able to make an appearance, perhaps this evening."
Bingley beamed at the news. "That is wonderful news! I am so pleased!"
Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst then entered the breakfast room. Elizabeth was surprised at the heartfelt delight expressed by the newcomers when Bingley informed them of her sister's improvement. After felicitations were extended, an awkward silence then fell on the group.
"Mr. Bingley," Elizabeth inquired, breaking the silence, "this apple butter, is it a gift from Mr. Darcy?"
"It is," Darcy responded for Bingley with a surprised smile. "I brought a case for Bingley. How could you tell?"
Feeling a need to break up the conversation between Elizabeth and Darcy, Miss Bingley interjected, "Mr. Darcy is always so kind to us. He is always bringing us gifts."
Elizabeth dabbed her lips with her napkin to hide a smirk and then replied, "There is nothing quite like apple butter from Pemberley."
"No. I suppose not. ‘Tis why I brought it." Darcy did his best to maintain an even keel, but Elizabeth's amusement was making it difficult.
"I love it as well. I can not believe you remember it though," Miss Darcy interjected quietly. Elizabeth was again amazed at the effort it took Georgiana to speak in front of the Bingleys and Hursts. She could not help but wonder if the conversation Darcy had asked her to have with Georgiana pertained to them.
Trying to put the young girl at ease, she tried to send Georgiana an encouraging smile, but the girl's eyes were glued to her plate. Unsuccessful at her attempt, she said, "How could I not? It has that unique hint of spice that I could never figure out what it was."
"Miss Eliza, you have visited Pemberley?" Miss Bingley asked impertinently.
Taking another bite of her muffin, Elizabeth savoured the taste of the apple butter for a moment before answering. Too late, she realized she had once again enraged Miss Bingley and struggled for a way to diffuse the situation. She came up empty. "I have. I used to visit every summer."
Bingley looked to Darcy in surprise. Then with a mischievous grin said, "I have only known Darcy here since our Cambridge days. Tell me, Miss Elizabeth, was he always so serious?"
Bingley! Darcy thought while praying Elizabeth did not reveal any new stories about him. If I was not a guest in your home, I would have a good mind to belt you.
"Charles, really!" Miss Bingley admonished, clearly not enjoying the direction of the conversation.
Elizabeth laughed and a wicked glint entered her eye. "I dare not regale stories of his younger days while we reside under the same roof. I am liable to find a snake or frog in my bed if I do."
"Brother! You did not!" Georgiana was astonished. First stealing bonnets, and now snakes and frogs! When everyone turned to her though, she blushed at her outburst and ducked her head.
Darcy blushed and protested vehemently. "No! I never!" He shot Elizabeth a dark glare. Just you wait, Li'l Beth! There will be payback.
Bingley, Georgiana, Elizabeth, and even Mrs. Annesley broke out in laughter. The laughter was so infectious that Darcy soon joined in, and even Mr. and Mrs. Hurst were seen to stifle a chuckle. As the laughter dwindled, Elizabeth admitted the guilt was hers, exonerating Darcy of the charges. However, she could not help explaining Darcy's transgressions that had warranted such retaliation. "Unfortunately, the upstairs maid that changed the bedding had been terribly frightened and I was restricted to my room for the remainder of the day." Another round of laughter filled the room.
Through his laughter, Darcy added, "I recall being given a stern scolding when Father learned what prompted Miss Bennet's actions."
Laughter erupted again until Miss Bingley chided loudly, "Charles, really! Just because we are in the country does not mean one should toss aside decorum." She glared daggers at Elizabeth.
The table immediately quieted. Elizabeth looked askance first at Bingley and then at Darcy. The two rolled their eyes and turned their attention to their plates. Elizabeth took her cue and finished quickly before excusing herself.
The breakfast room turned as silent as a church, each person focusing on their breakfast or the newspaper. Bingley excused himself shortly thereafter, claiming some business that needed his attention.
When Bingley left the room, Miss Bingley said airily, "I do hope Miss Bennet recovers quickly. She is such a sweet girl to be feeling so ill." Not receiving a reaction from Darcy, she added, "It will be so nice to have one's house back oneself, do you not agree Louisa?" Mrs. Hurst seconded Miss Bingley's notion with a polite nod.
Good Lord. Will she not cease? Darcy looked up from his plate with his usual serious mien. "Forgive me, Miss Bingley, I was unaware my sister, Mrs. Annesley, and I were such an imposition. I shall have our trunks packed and we can depart after lunch." That should quiet her.
Miss Bingley sputtered at the unintended effect of her statement. "I... I... Why I certainly did not mean you, Mr. Darcy. You and dear Georgiana are practically family." She smiled coquettishly, hoping Darcy understood the implied meaning.
Darcy stared at Miss Bingley for a moment. Not bloody likely. Father warned me not to show interest in anyone until I am certain I intend to marry her. Now I understand why. What must I do before she understands she will never be my wife? "You will let me know when you wish to be rid of your guests, will you not, Miss Bingley? I would not wish to overstay my welcome."
Miss Bingley leaned towards Mr. Darcy. "You are always welcome, Mr. Darcy." Knowing how the object of her affection doted on his sister, she then turned her attention to Georgiana. She took great pains to see that Miss Darcy was comfortable during her stay, inquiring after her studies, and even went so far as offering to turn her pages while she practiced.
Georgiana looked to her brother and blushed, uncomfortable at the attention. She felt a little better when Mrs. Annesley patted her hand comfortingly. It was not long after that the others left for the amusements of the day.
After breakfast, Elizabeth immediately returned to Jane's side. Seeing her sister was still sleeping soundly, she went to her own room for a rest, returning a few hours later. She spent the rest of the afternoon with Jane, preferring to escape Miss Bingley.
Throughout the day, she was visited by Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley, and more infrequently, Bingley's sisters. Even Darcy and Bingley stopped by once to check on the patient.
Elizabeth could not have been more pleased at the concern Bingley exhibited over Jane's condition. His concern was deeper than that of a host with an ill guest; she could tell he felt Jane's discomfort acutely. He personally saw that every request was granted and every order by the apothecary was carried out unfailingly. He was so solicitous and caring that Elizabeth began to doubt Darcy's comments on Bingley's inability to remain loyal. Surely a man who went to such great efforts for one not connected to him could not turn around the next moment and deny any association.
Then, recalling Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, she thought perhaps it was possible; perhaps Bingley has simply not shown his other side. She tried to imagine what it was like growing up in the Bingley household. Darcy had mentioned Bingley lost both his parents when he was but seventeen. Knowing the toll the death of the late Mr. Darcy took on Darcy, she could only feel sorry for Bingley.
At seventeen he was expected to be the head of the family. Knowing what she did of the Bingley sisters, she did not envision it to be an easy task. She could easily imagine both Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst making ridiculous demands of their brother, and him complying out of the simple desire of seeing them pleased.
Despite her best efforts though, she could find little with which to excuse the behaviour of Bingley's sisters. No matter how she examined things, she could only see them as rude, arrogant, and condescending. Realizing the train of her thought, and recalling the conversation with Darcy, she hoped her conversation with Georgiana would not require her to defend the ladies too much.
She felt bad she had not been able to speak with Georgiana yet, but promised herself to find time either later that night or early tomorrow.
As promised, after dinner that evening, Jane made an appearance downstairs. She was still a bit weak, but Elizabeth deemed a short visit would do her no harm. She dressed Jane in a warm, long sleeved muslin gown, along with a heavy wool shawl.
She escorted her sister down the stairs, and to the small sitting room Bingley had indicated earlier. The room was cosy. On one side of the room it was fitted with two sofas and two chairs, and in the corner sat a card table and chairs. The pale yellow curtains made the room appear bright and cheery. There were several vases of fresh cut flowers, and despite the night being fairly temperate, a fire roared in the hearth.
Upon the ladies' arrival, Bingley jumped to Jane's side and escorted her to a chair near the fire and away from the door. "Miss Bennet, it is so good to see you feeling better," Bingley intoned. His well wishes were mirrored by others.
Bingley took up the privilege of entertaining Jane, guiding her to a chair near the fire place and taking the seat next to her. While Bingley looked after Jane's comfort, Miss Bingley called the others to the whist table. Mr and Mrs. Hurst took up two of the remaining three seats. When the final seat remained vacant, Miss Bingley simpered, "Mr. Darcy. We are in need of a fourth. Will you not join us?"
Darcy looked to Elizabeth, Georgiana, and Mrs. Annesley with, whom he was engaged in conversation. Feeling the rudeness of Miss Bingley's choice of activity, he replied, "I thank you, but I am perfectly content as I am."
Deciding turnabout for previous night was fair, Elizabeth chimed in, "It is quite all right, Mr. Darcy. Your sister shall be quite safe with Mrs. Annesley and me." She ignored the heated stare Darcy sent her way. The next time you are at Pemberley, Li'l Beth, I shall lock you in the ice house for a week for this!
Having little choice, Darcy agreed to join the game. Georgiana and Elizabeth took up light conversation while tending to their needlework, while Mrs. Annesley took up reading.
After finishing one cup of tea, Elizabeth helped herself to another and asked if any others required a refill. Darcy replied in the affirmative, as did Mrs. Annesley. Elizabeth refilled Jane's cup, knowing her sister was too enamoured with Mr. Bingley to have heard her inquiry, and fixed cups for both Mrs. Annesley and Darcy.
Darcy was about to take a sip of the new steaming cup, but then stopped. "Is this safe, Miss Elizabeth?" he asked with an arched brow. All eyes turned to Elizabeth.
"You still drink it with milk, do you not?" Elizabeth asked, a bit confused by the question.
"I do. But I believe the last time you served me tea, I spent the greater portion of the next hour with a chamber pot."
Elizabeth blushed and laughed aloud at the memory. Solemnly she said, "I promise, sir. No ipecac has touched your cup."
Hurst and Mrs. Annesley chuckled, and even Mrs. Hurst had to stifle an amused smirk. Georgiana looked at Elizabeth, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth in astonishment.
Defensively, Elizabeth retorted, "He put alum in my tooth brush powder! I could not let that go unchallenged!"
This brought a roar of laughter from everyone. Even Jane and Bingley had joined in the mirth. Miss Bingley, however, sat quietly counting the hours before she would be free of the Bennets.
It was not long after that, Elizabeth noticed Jane was showing signs of fatigue. Despite the early hour, she excused them both for the evening. Before she left the room though, she said in a quiet voice to Georgiana, "It will take me but a few minutes to see my sister is comfortable. If you wish to talk before bed, I will be available. You need only come by Jane's room."
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Georgiana smiled wanly at Elizabeth's parting comment to her. She had been expecting Elizabeth to approach her, but it had occurred sooner than she expected. Her brother had given her the opportunity she had asked for, but now confronted by it, she was filled with a sense of dread. What would she do if Elizabeth scorned her and no longer wanted to be her friend?
She looked over at her brother, who was still wearing a small smile. She thought about how he laughed and smiled so freely when Elizabeth was around. Usually he only laughed in the presence of family and his closest friends, Richard and Lord Blakeslee. Elizabeth must have been a very special friend, she thought with some trepidation.
The question that now plagued her mind was would Elizabeth no longer associate with him because of what she had done? She could not bear to take such happiness away from him; not after having already disappointed him so completely.
She was tempted to simply retire for the evening. For a while, she sat quietly with her needlework, not making much progress. She would sew a few stitches, and then remove them, only to repeat the process again. Finally, when she could no longer take the torment of pondering ‘what if,' she took her leave, claiming fatigue. As she climbed the stairs, she prayed her brother was correct, and Elizabeth would not scorn her for her foolishness.
Standing in front of Jane's bedroom door, she felt her hands begin to tremble, and she had to take a deep breath to steady them. With a heavy heart and nervous stomach, Georgiana knocked on the door. She waited with bated breath; a part of her hoping Elizabeth had fallen asleep already, another part wanting to have it over and done with.
Elizabeth opened the door with her usual welcoming smile, which helped to put Georgiana somewhat at ease. Gathering what little courage she had, she said timidly, "Elizabeth, may I speak with you?"
"Of course. Let me see to Jane, and then we can speak in your room. Jane needs her rest." Georgiana swallowed and nodded. She watched as Elizabeth lovingly made sure Jane was well covered and resting comfortably. She could not help but smile at the picture, and her heart ached for the sister and mother she never had. Someday, she hoped.
The two walked in silence to Georgiana's chambers and settled into the sofa in her sitting room. With a friendly smile, Elizabeth said, "Your brother said you wished to talk to me about something."
Noticing Georgiana's tenuousness, Elizabeth smiled encouragingly and waited for the young girl to begin. After a few moments of silence, Georgiana folded her trembling hands and squeaked, "There is something you should know about me, Elizabeth."
"You may tell me anything, Georgiana; and I assure you, I shall hold it in confidence." She watched patiently as Georgiana struggled to find her words.
"You should know... I am a fallen woman," Georgiana choked on some tears and then said in a voice just above a whisper, "I will understand if you no longer wish to be seen with me, but please do not punish Fitzwilliam for what I have done."
Elizabeth thought to make a placating retort, but saw Georgiana was in earnest. Instead, she handed the young girl her handkerchief and squeezed her hand affectionately. After a moment, she said, "Perhaps if you told me why you think yourself fallen, it would help."
It was as if those words unleashed a straining dam. With a lot of tears and contrition, Georgiana told Elizabeth how she had met up with George Wickham in Ramsgate; how they had fallen in love, or so she thought; of the planned elopement, and finally, the confession to her brother.
Through it all, Elizabeth did her best to maintain a patient and open appearance. Inside, however, her stomach knotted and churned, and a new hatred for Wickham grew. Still, the compassion she felt for Georgiana was stronger, and she did her best to comfort the girl.
When Georgiana had finished confessing everything, she looked up at Elizabeth with teary eyes and said, "Now that you know what a disgrace I am, I will understand if you no longer wish to be seen with me."
Elizabeth threw her arms around Georgiana and hugged her tight. "Sweet Georgiana, I will always be your friend. You should not blame yourself so much for what happened. George tricked you into believing yourself in love, and he did so with the help of Mrs. Younge. You are so young and good; you did not understand how selfish and malicious some people can be."
Georgiana allowed herself to be comforted by Elizabeth's embrace for several minutes. She was relieved that Elizabeth did not think less of her. When she pulled away, she said, "My brother says I should not blame myself either, but I can not forgive myself for hurting him. Every time he looks at me I see his disappointment."
"Your brother loves you very much. He will always love you."
"But he will never be proud of me, like he used to be."
Elizabeth pulled back this time and took Georgiana's hands in hers. "Fitzwilliam is very proud of you. You are a sweet, gentle, and kind girl. He is most likely more upset at himself for not having seen Mrs. Younge for what she was, and allowing George to impose himself on you."
"But it was not his fault!" Georgiana cried. "It was mine." She hung her head in shame. "It was entirely my fault," she added in a small voice.
The two continued to talk about George's role, and more importantly Georgiana's role in the events. Elizabeth could see how the young girl had been set up by George and her companion; especially given the frequency she was left alone with him.
Finally realizing that Georgiana did not understand how things could have gone so terribly wrong, Elizabeth said, "Georgiana, did you know it was wrong to be in the house with George without a chaperone?" Georgiana nodded guiltily.
"And you knew eloping with him was wrong, correct?" Georgiana nodded again. This time she did not look back up.
"But you allowed George to continue meeting with you alone, without saying anything to your brother, even though you knew it was wrong." Georgiana nodded, shaking loose a few tears that had clung to her lashes.
"And you agreed to an elopement, even though you knew it was wrong."
Georgiana's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded again.
"My dear," Elizabeth concluded, "Fitzwilliam is not upset at you for being taken in by a cad and scoundrel. You were too young to have known the difference. George and Mrs. Younge took advantage of your youth. That is not something to be ashamed about, only something to learn from. If Fitzwilliam is disappointed, it is because you did not stand by own convictions and you disregarded your own conscience. You agreed to do things you knew were wrong."
"But I thought he loved me," she offered in a meek defence.
Elizabeth squeezed her hand. "If George loved you, he would not have asked you to do something you knew was wrong. When you objected to the elopement, he continued to pressure you, did he not?" Georgiana nodded. "And when you still did not relent, he made you choose between him and your brother."
Georgiana nodded thoughtfully. Then suddenly threw her arms around Elizabeth and hugged her tightly for several minutes. When she pulled back, she said, "Thank you, Elizabeth. I understand things better now." Sheepishly she asked, "Do you think Fitzwilliam can ever forgive me?" She paused and wiped her tears. "I want him to proud of me like he used to be."
"I am certain he already has forgiven you, but perhaps it would help for you to apologize and ask for his forgiveness?" Georgiana nodded warily, and Elizabeth could see she did not wholly believe her. She added, "Your brother loves you, Georgiana. As do I; and Jane loves you too. We are all very proud of you. You are kind and generous woman."
When she saw Georgiana give her a small smile, she said, "Now, we must work on putting this behind you." Using a deep voice in an attempt to imitate Darcy, she said, "You are a Darcy after all." This caused Georgiana to giggle slightly.
Pleased to see Georgiana in better spirits, Elizabeth felt comfortable leaving the girl to get some sleep. "Would you like me to stay with you a little longer, or do you wish to be alone?"
Georgiana gave Elizabeth another hug. "I will be fine. I would like some time to think." Elizabeth stood to leave. Just as she was about open the door, Georgiana asked shyly, "Elizabeth, may I come speak to you again about this?"
Elizabeth smiled warmly, belying the anger she felt towards Wickham. "Of course, sweetie." With that, she left Georgiana to ponder all they had discussed. She too had much to think on and needed a little reprieve. The story Georgiana had told was astounding. From the stories Darcy had told her, she knew George to be a cad. Preying on an innocent young girl like Georgiana was quite another matter! She was incensed! She would have been angry hearing this story at all. Knowing the victim was someone as sweet and trusting as Georgiana only deepened her resentment towards him. George was truly a wicked man.
The next morning, Elizabeth rose later than her wont. After her talk with Georgiana, it had taken considerable effort to diffuse her anger towards Wickham. Thus, she did not sleep very well.
After seeing Jane needed nothing, she headed to the breakfast table. She was not entirely surprised to see most people already eating. She became a little concerned though, when she did not see Georgiana. Rather than raising Miss Bingley's pique though, she decided she would go to Georgiana's room after breakfast.
A little while later, a servant entered the room with a note and handed it to Mr. Darcy. "From Miss Darcy, sir." Alarmed, Darcy quickly opened the letter. He glanced up at Elizabeth wide-eyed and then back to the letter.
Unfortunately, his actions did not go unnoticed by his ever watchful hostess. "Pray, Mr. Darcy, is Miss Darcy well? Perhaps we should look in on her?"
Immediately, Darcy's inscrutable mask slipped back into place. "Miss Darcy is well, only a bit tired. She asks not to be disturbed."
"I do hope Miss Bennet has not caused her to become ill," Miss Bingley simpered. "Georgiana is such a dear sweet girl. Perhaps it would be best if she stayed away from the Miss Bennets."
"She is fine. She only wishes to rest a bit longer undisturbed." He cast a quick questioning glance at Elizabeth to which she responded with a small barely perceptible nod.
When breakfast concluded, Elizabeth announced to the table, careful not to look at anyone in particular, a desire to walk in the gardens. Unsurprisingly, no one owned to a desire to join her and she quickly departed.
When Darcy left the breakfast room, he returned to his rooms. There, he paced impatiently, waiting until he was certain he would not raise Miss Bingley's suspicion when he too went outdoors. When he felt it was safe, he grabbed a random book from his side table and headed out to the gardens in search of Elizabeth.
As expected, he found her meandering through the gardens, her face tilted up to absorb the sun's warm rays.
"Li'l Beth!" Darcy greeted.
"Fizzy!" Elizabeth greeted automatically in return. "I suppose you wish to ask after Georgiana."
Without any other preamble, he shoved Georgiana's note into her hands. "She says the two of you spoke. Is she all right? Should I go speak with her?"
Only the earnestness of Darcy's countenance prevented Elizabeth from laughing at him. She quickly read the note and said, "It appears she will come speak with you when she is ready."
At Darcy's impatient glare, she smiled at him and said, "She was fine when I left her last night. She has much to think on." She looked up at Darcy. "It is not easy to do when there is an older brother constantly hovering."
Darcy looked appropriately chastised. "I have been very worried about her," he said softly.
Elizabeth nodded and placed a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand. I was astounded by her revelation. I can not believe George could betray your family like that!" Her eyes glowed with fiery anger. "I would strangle..." Immediately she blushed at the unladylike comment.
Darcy's visage darkened and his voice took on a dangerous edge. "He was always jealous of my station. I believe my father's benevolence only showed George what he did not have. He was determined to acquire it by any means necessary." He took a deep breath and his countenance turned again to one of concern and compassion. "She was all right when you left her last night?"
"I would not have left her if she was not." When Darcy nodded sheepishly, she added, "It was a good talk. I think she is relieved to speak of it. She still needs some time to heal on her own though."
"Thank you, Li'l Beth. Richard and I have been beside ourselves on how to help her. She has become so timid and meek. She hardly speaks to anyone, not even my aunt; and with the exception of the past week or so, it seems she is always on the verge of tears."
"You should not be so hard on yourself," Elizabeth said compassionately. "You have done an admirable job raising her. You should be proud." She was surprised when Darcy blushed.
"Thank you for speaking with her. I think perhaps she needed a woman's perspective. I had hoped she would confide in Mrs. Annesley, but I think the age difference is too great."
"She had already been betrayed by Mrs. Younge. It will be difficult for her trust another companion so quickly. And you forget, Mrs. Annesley is your employee."
Darcy was taken aback. He had never thought about it from that perspective. Was it possible Georgiana was reluctant to confide in the woman because she was scared it would get back to him? He wondered what other blunders he had committed unknowingly. "I see," was all he managed.
Realizing she needed to lighten the mood, she said, "Fizzy, Georgiana is a strong girl. She will recover. Just give her time and space." With a smirk she added, "I have already caught her teasing you once, so I know she is making progress." When Darcy smiled, she said, "I need to look in on Jane." She handed him back the letter and said, "Georgiana will come to you when she is ready." With a stern look she added, "Wait for her to come to you."
Darcy looked after her as she returned to the house. Time and space. That was what Mrs. Annesley had said as well. He grunted at the idea. He hated feeling so impotent, and he hated waiting. He needed to do something. He exhaled sharply. "Time and space," he repeated to himself again softly. "Very well, Li'l Beth. I will wait. I hope you are right."
With nothing better to do, he returned to his rooms. He sent word to Georgiana he would be in his rooms whenever she was ready. If it took a week of Sundays, he would stay there.
It was late afternoon before Darcy finally received the knock on the door he awaited. As Georgiana entered his rooms, he greeted her with a relieved and affectionate hug. He was about to say something, but unexpectedly she spoke first.
"Thank you bringing me here, Fitzwilliam." At Darcy's inquisitive look, she said, "I told Elizabeth everything, and she still wants to be my friend." She smiled brightly.
"I was correct, I see," he replied lightly, and directed her towards the settee.
When she and her brother were both situated, Georgiana said, "She was so kind and helpful. She did not judge me as our aunt and uncle did, and she did not patronize me either, like you and Richard."
Darcy's mouth opened in surprise. His sister had never said an ill word against him! He was about to say something, but Georgiana quieted him by raising her hand. "Pray, allow me to finish." When Darcy closed his mouth, she continued. "You and Richard would have me believe I did nothing wrong." Again she had to stay his tongue. "Despite that, I could not help but feel guilty. And I did not want to believe that something like that could happen to me and it was beyond my control. Elizabeth helped me sort through it and made me realize where I had failed, and that I had I acted according to my conscience things may have turned out differently."
Darcy was intrigued, which was indicated by his raised brows. He still believed Georgiana had done nothing wrong and had been trying to help her overcome what he deemed unwarranted guilt. Elizabeth however had taken a completely different approach, not that he could not complain with the results.
"You and Richard were correct about one thing." Georgiana explained. "I was tricked by George. I was not wrong in believing him or believing myself in love, I was naïve. However, I knew that eloping was wrong, but I let him pressure me into it anyway. I went against my own conscience for him. That was my first sin. My second was not informing you earlier. I knew Mrs. Younge was wrong to leave me alone with George. I knew you would be displeased if you found out about it, so I did not tell you. I was dishonest with you. The consequences could have been disastrous. Had I been honest with you in my letters, I might not have had to suffer a broken heart."
Darcy's mouth hung agape as he listened to his sister. The girl in front of him sounded so mature and wise. He hardly recognized her as his sister. Even before the incident, she had never shown this level of confidence and determination.
"Now that I understand better what I have done wrong, and how I might have prevented the situation," Georgiana continued, "I wish to apologize to you for being dishonest. I will never deceive you again, Fitzwilliam. I will apologize to Richard when next I see him."
Darcy could do nothing but hug his sister. She had seemingly healed overnight. His debt of gratitude to Elizabeth knew no bounds. She had done in one evening what he, his cousin, and his aunt and uncle could not accomplish in months. Not only that, but there was seeing a new level of maturity in his sister. He knew that too was the result of Elizabeth. Georgiana continued talking, halting his internal discussion.
"There is one more thing, Fitzwilliam. I am not sorry this happened. I have learned a lesson, a hard lesson, but one I needed to learn. I am grateful I have learned it now rather than after my coming out. I know now that not all men will have good intentions. There will be other men like... men who will only be interested in me for my dowry, and I need to be watchful." With a defiant look she added, "You can not always protect me Fitzwilliam; I must learn some things for myself. I am almost an adult, and would appreciate you starting to treat me as one."
Darcy opened his mouth to protest, but Georgiana's eyes were filled with the Darcy stubbornness. She was not to be gainsaid. He knew because he had seen that look before. In fact, it was but a split second before he realized he was looking at Georgiana, not his mother. The resemblance was uncanny. Georgiana's eye's narrowed, and she pursed her lips the same way his mother did when she would not be moved. Even her nose flared, ever so slightly, just as his mother's used to.
His emotions gathered in this throat. He nodded and swallowed, before tears could form as well. It took another moment or two before he felt his voice strong enough for speech. "Very well, Georgiana. But keep in mind Richard and I are still your guardians."
Georgiana threw her arms around her brother and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you again, Fitzwilliam, for bringing me here and reintroducing Elizabeth to me. You are the most wonderful of brothers!" She released him and headed for the door.
Darcy watched his sister leave in an astonished daze. She had seemingly healed and matured overnight! Briefly, he wondered if the change was only temporary, but he quickly pushed that aside. Temporary or not, it was a marked improvement. For the first time since the incident, he believed she would fully recover. He needed to find Elizabeth and thank her.
Shortly after Georgiana departed his room, Darcy went in search of Elizabeth. Not surprisingly, he found her in Jane's room. Georgiana was also there, though. He made a polite inquiry after Miss Bennet's health and then took his leave.
A flutter of conspiratorial giggles followed him out the door.
The rest of the afternoon and the whole of the following day continued in the same vein. Each time he sought Elizabeth out, she was either with Georgiana, Jane, or Georgiana and Jane.
His frustration mounted. He needed to speak with her; he needed to thank her and find out what she had said to Georgiana. He had encouraged the friendship between the Miss Bennets and his sister, but at the moment he was finding it difficult to share Elizabeth.
When Elizabeth visited Pemberley, she had always been free to go riding or walking with him. Only when he was helping his father on the estate, did she spend time with Georgiana. Now that Georgiana was grown, and they were in Hertfordshire, Elizabeth's attention was being monopolized by her sister and his! He was not sure he liked it.
He was near the end of his rope the day of Elizabeth and Jane's departure. The carriage had been loaded when Darcy began an almost frantic search for Elizabeth. He could not allow Elizabeth to leave Netherfield without speaking to her and thanking her. If he did not speak with her now, it could be days before they could have a private conversation.
Thankfully, he found Elizabeth as she exited her room after taking one last look for anything left behind. As she headed towards the stairs, he offered her his arm. "I must thank you for everything you have done for Georgiana. She is a new girl because of you."
Elizabeth blushed under the ardent praise. "It is nothing more than I would have done for any other person," she said demurely.
"My thanks just the same. I would like to know what you said to her. If not now, perhaps on a morning walk we could speak again?"
Elizabeth replied archly, "And betray a confidence? I think not!"
Darcy looked at her blankly for a moment and then shook his head, realizing he might never know what really transpired that evening.
A few moments later, they met the others near the carriage. Jane and Bingley were standing next to each other, talking in low tones; each covered in a light blush. Elizabeth could only shake her head. Jane had not heeded her warnings, and she was certain Jane's heart was no longer her own. She sent up another silent prayer that this time Darcy would be wrong.
Georgiana met Elizabeth with a tight embrace. After a moment, they each took a step back, but continued holding hands. "You must come call at Longbourn, Georgiana. Or at least join me on my walks," Elizabeth said. Georgiana agreed, but could not hide the tears that glossed her eyes. "Thank you, Elizabeth. I shall miss you."
"I am but three miles away; surely that is not so great a distance." Georgiana nodded and stepped in for another hug. Darcy stood nearby watching, wearing a small smile. He had gambled bringing Georgiana to Hertfordshire and it had paid off in great dividends.
Unfortunately, Miss Bingley became impatient with the displays of affection, and all but pulled Georgiana away to end the farewells. "Good day, Miss Eliza." Seeing the Darcys still nearby, Miss Bingley added, "It has been a pleasure having you here at Netherfield." Her voice dripped with insincerity.
"Thank you, Miss Bingley, for your hospitality. It was most kind."
With that, Elizabeth stepped into the carriage, with Darcy's assistance, and Bingley handed Jane in after her. Another wave of goodbyes and the carriage jerked to a start on its way to Longbourn.
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven