Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Thursday, 5 June 2008

After the Collins wedding, the Darcys remained in Hertfordshire another six days before departing to Pemberley for the Christmas season.

Georgiana, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Darcy were daily callers at Longbourn. Mornings were spent indoors playing the pianoforte, playing cards, and other sundry of acceptable activities; afternoons, when the air had warmed, and if weather permitted, were spent in the gardens and the wooded paths of the area and making calls.

Darcy's ease with Elizabeth's family and neighbours grew, but it could not be said that he ever became comfortable around them. Despite his efforts, many were too much in awe of his person to permit such familiarity, and others, even Elizabeth had to admit, were not sensible conversationalists. Nonetheless, Elizabeth appreciated the effort. The idea that he would make such an attempt for her sake made her blush.

The carriage ride to Pemberley was quiet and more sombre than one would have expected. Darcy and Georgiana were content to pass the time quietly with books and needlework, despite Colonel Fitzwilliam's efforts to engage them in conversation.

The reason for such a dreary attitude amongst the travellers was anybody's guess. It could have been the cold air and grey skies, the tedium of the journey, or missing someone in particular. Whatever the reason, it made the trip seem longer.

When he finally arrived at Pemberley, Darcy was surprised at the loneliness it exuded. Pemberley was his sanctuary, the place he went when he wanted to rejuvenate his spirits. It had always welcomed him with warmth and familiarity. This time, however, he almost wished he had decided to spend Christmas in London or... He shook his head and convinced himself he simply needed to re-acclimate. After spending so much time surrounded by the Bennets, it was no wonder he the house seemed cold and quiet. It will not seem so empty when the Matlocks and Blakeslees arrive, he told himself.

Elizabeth was happy for the activity. So long as they were busy with holiday plans, wedding plans were put on hold. Not only that, it gave her little time to miss her recently departed friends. Over the last few weeks, she and Georgiana had become close; though Georgiana still experienced bouts of shyness, she had in many ways become the sixth Bennet sister. Then there was Fitzwilliam. In many ways, their relationship was the same as it had been before the late Mr. Darcy's death; in other ways, it had changed.

Many of the changes were simply due to their own maturity. For starters, through an unspoken agreement, they had given up their childhood nicknames in favour of their Christian names. As amusing as she thought it might be to have others calling Darcy Fizzy, he would not be well pleased by it. Not only that, but she could hardly look upon him as her fiancé with the constant reminder of the boy that pulled her braids and pushed her into the water.

Perhaps the second biggest change was, unlike when they were young, they were careful not to cross any lines of propriety; there were no youthful pranks, no flashing of ankles, and no holding of hands without gloves. Despite their status of an engaged couple, the only intimacy they shared was a kiss on her gloved hand.

There was one other thing that caused Elizabeth consternation, Jane. Though her sister tried to appear the picture of serenity, Elizabeth could tell she was hurting. Bingley's defection had wounded her deeply, and the uncertainty of it all only made things worse. An outright rejection would have been kinder, Elizabeth thought angrily. At least Jane could then cut her losses. In her mind, what Bingley was doing was far more cruel; he had left her beloved sister waiting and wondering; wondering what she had done wrong; wondering if she had misunderstood them; wondering if he was returning or not.

The presence of the Darcys and Colonel Fitzwilliam had provided adequate distraction, but now that they too had left, Elizabeth could see Jane's depression deepening. As much as she wanted to help, she was at a loss over what could be done. Jane had always been rather closed about her feelings, and this was no different. Until Jane was ready to discuss the matter, Elizabeth could only wait and pray. Hopefully, Jane would confide in Aunt Gardiner, if she could not speak with her on the matter.

Contrary to Darcy's expectations, the addition of the Matlocks did not alleviate the emptiness of the house. While Lord Langford's son provided some amusement, he spent most of his time in the nursery, and the overall mood was content at best. The residents of Pemberley went from meal to meal talking and entertaining each other with any number of pastimes; billiards, recitals, and teas were plenty.

Christmas Eve was acknowledged by an exceptionally fine dinner, the reading of the Christmas story by Lord Matlock, and lighting of the Yule log. On Christmas Day, there was a pleasant exchange of gifts, with each person emitting the requisite oohs, aahs, and thank yous. In short, the holiday came and went with little fanfare.

Longbourn was perhaps twice the size of the Gracechurch house, and as children are wont to do, they embraced the openness with great gusto. The rooms and gardens provided an abundance of new areas for adventure, hide and seek, and tag. It was a merry time for all.

Christmas Eve was marked as it was every year. After a sumptuous feast, the Bennets, Gardiners, and Phillipses settled into the main drawing room with coffee, biscuits and cakes. There, for a few short hours, the house was quiet while Mr. Bennet read the Christmas story.

Mr. Bennet was a gifted orator; that was known throughout the town. Elizabeth was told by others she had inherited the same gift, but had always thought herself lacking compared to her father.

During the telling of Mary and Joseph's journey to Bethlehem, it suddenly struck Elizabeth that it would be her last Christmas at Longbourn; next year she would be Mrs. Darcy and responsible for her own Christmas affair. The idea was somewhat daunting. That she, Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn would be responsible for the comforts and entertainment of peers of the realm.

She wondered what Christmas was like at Pemberley. Was it quiet like Longbourn was now? Or was it noisy and filled with merriment? She could not imagine Georgiana and Fitzwilliam being as boisterous as her sisters and cousins, but hoped they expressed some joy in the season. She imagined gay music recitals, card tables erupting in laughter, and bowls of punch. Oh, how grand it would be!

Pushing those thoughts aside, she looked around the room and smiled at the warm picture. She soaked in every sound, sight, and smell; she wanted to remember it all. They were not rich, nor the most prestigious of people, but they were comfortable, happy, and loved each other in their own way.

On Christmas day, an unexpected and large package was delivered. Elizabeth blushed when the postman informed them the crate was for her. Intrigued, she stood nearby while her father opened it and handed her the envelope that lay on top.

Feeling the eyes of the room upon her, Elizabeth blushed even more deeply and took the note in hand.

Elizabeth,

I hope I have succeeded in surprising you. Enclosed are gifts for you and your family to add to your holiday cheer.

The season at Pemberley is beautiful with the snow covering everything. I must own to possessing the unpopular opinion of winter being my favourite season. I have no doubt you will love it as well, though it is a bit colder than Hertfordshire.

Georgiana would not forgive me if I did not send her greetings. I believe she is already counting the days until we can return to London.

God bless you and your family.

Your betrothed,
Fitzwilliam

Before Elizabeth could give much thought to the letter, she was interrupted by cries from little Samantha, "Lizzy, what is it?"

Elizabeth laughed at the excitement of the children. "It is from Fitzw... er, Mr. Darcy. He sends his best wishes to everyone for a Happy Christmas."

"Open it! Open it!" Young Ian bounced impatiently around the crate, trying to peek at its contents.

As she was bid, Elizabeth pulled back the sack cloth that lined the wooden box and then handed each of the gold paper wrapped gifts to its intended recipient.

The young Gardiner children were permitted to open theirs first. Everyone watched as the children squealed in delight. Ian received a wooden boat complete with crew; Jonathan a bow and arrow; and Samantha and Leah each received a new doll with a porcelain face, real hair, and silk gowns.

While Kitty and Lydia opened their gifts, Elizabeth's attention was garnered by Ian. "Lizzy, will you tell Mr. Darcy that next Christmas I should like a bow and arrow. Jonathan said he will not share his," Ian said petulantly. Mrs. Gardiner quickly hushed her son, but not before the others shared in a laugh.

The gift opening continued. Mary was given some new pieces of sheet music in addition to a pair of white satin evening gloves; Kitty and Lydia were each given a plain reticule with an assortment of ribbons and beads with which to decorate them; and Jane was given a length of lovely lace.

Filled with every bit as much of excitement as her young cousins, Elizabeth opened her gift. Inside the ornate paper, she found a silver-handled mirror, with matching comb and brush. In addition, there was a set of silver hair combs adorned with small painted porcelain flowers. She gasped. The expense of the gift, combined with the intimacy of it, left her at a loss for words.

She recollected herself only in time to hear her mother cry, "No jewellery? Are you certain you have not forgotten something, Lizzy? I am certain a man of Mr. Darcy's status would have sent you jewellery."

Simultaneously with Jane, she admonished her mother. "These are quite lovely, Mother. I do not need jewellery." Mrs. Bennet let out a huff, but was soon distracted by opening her own gift. The matron's next cries were ones of raptures over the Kashmir shawl and set of silver candlesticks she received. "How thoughtful your Mr. Darcy is Lizzy! I must show this to Lady Lucas. What fine material this is! Is he not a most wonderful man, Mr. Bennet?"

Elizabeth cringed and reddened at the same time. Her mother's referral to Darcy as hers still made her uncomfortable, despite the age of their engagement.

In the next moment, everyone turned to Mr. Bennet. A bright smile graced his countenance as he gingerly ran his had over the covers of the first edition books he now held. The books were set aside for only a moment as he examined the fine bottle of sherry that accompanied them. "I think I shall like your Mr. Darcy quite a bit, Lizzy," he said dryly. "He seems to have a keen understanding of my habits."

For the Phillipses and the Gardiners, there was a large box of chocolates and small keepsake boxes with glass inlays. Mr. Phillips was given an exquisite new pen made of tortoise shell, and Mr. Gardiner two first edition books different from the ones Mr. Bennet received so they could share.

In addition to all of this, there were three large bags of candy for everyone to share, and two jars of Pemberley's apple butter.

"Your young man has made a most admirable attempt to ingratiate himself in the family. Were it not for these gifts, I might have been inclined to withdraw my permission," Mr. Bennet said dryly.

Mrs. Bennet cooed loudly, supporting her husband's claims. "He has indeed, as well he should. He has enough money for us all. Why I dare say these gifts were a mere pittance to him."

Elizabeth attempted to quiet her mother and change the subject, but it was not to be. Mrs. Bennet was only beginning to realize her good fortune in having a daughter engaged to such a man and could not be quieted.

Fitzwilliam,

Glad tidings to you, Georgiana, and the rest of your family. I trust your travels to Pemberley were uneventful, and everyone arrived in good health.

Christmas at Longbourn will no doubt be chaotic, as it is every year; though truthfully, I am looking forward to it. I adore my young cousins and do not get to see them often enough. What is it about children and Christmas? I do not think it would be the same without them. They bring such joy and innocence to the season.

It is my hope these gifts arrive before Christmas, though I did not send them out as soon as I would have liked. I hope your aunt, uncle and cousins will not be offended I was unable to send them anything.

I look forward to seeing you and Georgiana again in London. That is, if I am not committed to Bedlam before then. If I am, you shall know it was entirely your doing; you are the one who abandoned me to my mother with a wedding to plan.

Until then, I remain your friend (and betrothed),
Elizabeth

Darcy chuckled as he read the closing. Then turning to the packages, he quickly opened his, reserving Georgiana's gift for when he could give it to her privately. He smiled at the new watch fob enclosed. While it was not as ornate as some of his others, it was unique. In the deep blue ribbon, Elizabeth had embroidered a pattern of vines and leaves in golden thread. He set the fob aside for a moment to examine the two handkerchiefs that were also part of the package. He fingered the stitching on them and smiled with the knowledge she had most likely started these gifts even before they were engaged. The gifts were from a friend, and not sent out of a sense of obligation.

They were not the most expensive gifts he had received, but he treasured them nonetheless. Unlike the rifle his uncle had given him, and the books from his cousin, these required thought and time. The idea that she had spent so much time thinking about him unexpectedly made his heart beat just a little faster. Carefully, he switched his current watch fob for the one Elizabeth had given him.

"Darcy!" Blakeslee greeted with a warm handshake and clap on the shoulder.

"Wesley!" Darcy returned. "Good to see you. How were the roads?"

"Not too bad." Blakeslee turned to greet Georgiana while Darcy greeted the other new guests. "Lady Blakeslee." He greeted with bow. "Julian."

"Darcy." Lady Blakeslee greeted with a kiss on the cheek. "I have a mind to give you a stern talking to, but I suspect if I did, you would tell me nothing of your Miss Elizabeth."

Darcy chuckled. "My apologies, your ladyship," Darcy said with a reverent bow. "I shall tell you everything over dinner, if that is acceptable."

With an affectionate pat on the cheek, Lady Blakeslee agreed and the party moved indoors. Lady Blakeslee and Julian retired to their rooms to freshen up. Lord Blakeslee, however, followed to Darcy to his study.

Darcy did not even need to hear the door to his study close to know Blakeslee had followed him. He had expected as much and was already pouring two glasses of port. After handing Wesley one, along with a cigar, he settled into his chair.

"I suppose I should wish you joy," Wesley said, after firing up his cigar.

"It would be the gentlemanly thing to do."

"Very well. I wish you joy. Now tell me how this came to be. Last time we spoke, Miss Elizabeth was just a pretty friend." Blakeslee smirked, watching his friend squirm.

Darcy stalled, savouring the taste of his port. "I confess. When I saw you in London, I was already engaged. Indeed, my business in town was with my solicitor to have the marriage contract drawn up." Wesley's brows went upward in intrigue, but he said nothing. "The announcement had not been made public, and it was agreed that no one outside the family would know until the contract was signed."

"I knew it!" Wesley exclaimed. He took a puff on his cigar and watched the smoke dissipate in the air above his head. "You were far too happy when I saw you. A pretty friend, indeed!"

"Is this your only reason for dirtying my study with your travel clothes? To harass me over the timing of my engagement?"

"Of course not. I insist on hearing all the details of your Miss Elizabeth that you will not tell Mother."

"What do you wish to know?"

"Do not play daft, man!" Wesley barked. "Everything!"

"She is intelligent, generous, and caring. Georgiana quite adores her." Unwittingly a smile broke out and his eyes took on a distant look. "She has the most beautiful brown eyes," he said softly, and his smile increased. He blinked and looked over at his friend. "She loves to read, and could probably best you at chess."

Wesley let out a hearty laugh. "Good lord, Darcy. You are a lovesick fool if I ever saw one! Never thought I would see the day. I dare say you are in danger of looking like Bingley!"

First Richard, then Georgiana, now Wesley. Why does everyone believe I am in love with Elizabeth? Darcy opened his mouth to protest, but then thought better of it. It would be better if people believed love was the reason for his marriage. He closed his mouth and smiled with a shrug of the shoulder.

"So how did the family take the news?" Darcy's pursed lips told Blakeslee all he needed to know. "That well?" he intoned.

"Lady Catherine was furious, as you can imagine. Lord Matlock, while he will support my decision, was not pleased."

"Nothing less than you expected..."

"No, their reaction was not unexpected." Darcy grew serious. "Wesley, Elizabeth may have a difficult time during her first season. Lady Matlock has agreed to assist her, and sponsor her coming out; I have no fears on that front. Amongst the older members of the ton though, especially the dowagers, Lady Catherine still wields some influence."

Wesley held up his hand, halting Darcy's request. "Think nothing of it. I am certain my mother will do whatever she can to assist your Elizabeth. I will speak with her on the way to London. Of course you have my support as well."

"Thank you."

With a wry smirk, Wesley said, "You should know, Mother was enthralled with the news. You have now become the revered son whom I should look to as an example."

They both chuckled. "I am truly sorry, my friend, but neither of us could escape marriage forever."

"Indeed! But if you will excuse me now, I will freshen up for dinner." Before he left he said, "There are plenty more details you have not given me. Do not make me apply to Richard for them."

Darcy was left with nothing to do but shake his head.

Chapter Eighteen

Posted on Thursday, 12 June 2008

The arrival of the Blakeslees brought a little more activity to Pemberley, but not the warmth Darcy was expecting.

After dinner, the gentlemen retired to the billiard room for game, drinking, and cigars.

"So Richard, it is down to you and me..." Wesley said, and then expelled a plume of smoke.

Richard examined the game going on between Stephen and Julian. "What are you speaking of, Wesley?"

"Why marriage, of course! Julian does not count; he is too young." He smirked at his younger brother, and added, "Stephen is long married, and Darcy here has gone and lost his heart to a young country lass."

Richard laughed aloud. "So you have noticed the lovesick grin he wears?"

A round of laughter erupted. "Indeed, I have, and it is not a pretty sight. Whoever thought Darcy would be smitten so easily."

"The quiet ones always fall the hardest," Stephen offered.

After another round of laughter, Wesley said, "But Richard, since you are the only other one to have met Miss Elizabeth recently, I leave it to you to tell us about her. Darcy here is being far too close lipped." He grinned at his friend's glare.

"I must admit," Richard offered, "she is a pretty thing, though I would approve of any dame who can make Darcy dance."

All eyes turned to Darcy, who could only shift uncomfortably. "Darcy danced?" Stephen asked. "When was this?"

"It was a dinner at one of Miss Elizabeth's neighbour's home." Darcy said smoothly, hoping to end the discussion. "Some of the young girls were dancing, and I felt obliged to ask my fiancée." He gulped the brandy to hide his discomfort.

"Already bowing to the lady's wishes, and your engagement is but a month old," Wesley chided.

"She shall have you tamed before you even wed at this rate," Stephen declared. He received a round of guffaws from the others.

"Speaking from experience, Stephen?" Darcy rejoined. "Perhaps we should consult Lady Langford..."

"Ah, I fully admit to being at my wife's beck and call... But I am an old married man, and have been these last six years," Stephen chortled. "You are not yet married."

Darcy blew out a puff of smoke, hoping to hide his reddened cheeks behind it. He should have expected nothing less from an evening with his friends.

In a somewhat serious tone, Stephen asked, "So Richard, what is your impression of Darcy's Miss Elizabeth?"

A couple brandies down, Richard's tongue was well loosened. "Miss Elizabeth is a charming lady, and Darcy is completely besotted by her." He leaned over to Wesley conspiratorially and said louder than he intended, "But the eldest Miss Bennet is truly heaven sent."

Wesley chuckled. "So you disapprove of Darcy's choice?"

"Not at all," came the quick retort. "For his choice left Miss Bennet for me." He grinned broadly.

Darcy looked at Stephen and shook his head. "Your brother's head was always easily turned by a pretty, fair-haired lady."

Richard placed a dramatic hand over his heart. "I freely admit they are my Achilles' heel, and Miss Bennet is one of the finest specimens I have ever beheld."

There were several groans.

"Perhaps, Wesley," Darcy interjected, "if you were to travel to Hertfordshire, you might forestall your return to London." Happy to have turned everyone's curiosity from himself, with a smug look, he added, "It appears the good Lady Blakesee is determined to see her son engaged. Their stay at Pemberley will be short so they may attend Twelfth Night in London."

At this, Richard and Stephen gave let out hearty laughs and began unmercifully naming potential suitors; some were outlandish, others merely in jest, and some with tinge of sincerity.

When he had his fill, Wesley remarked, "At least you can have faith that when I find the right lady, I shall have no trouble with the courting. Pray Richard, what is Darcy like when he is courting?" He turned to his friend, "You do know how to court a woman, do you not, Darcy?"

A ruckus of laughter erupted, and an all too familiar heat crept into Darcy's face. Richard shook his head in feigned dismay. "The perfect gentleman, I am afraid. Not once did I catch him trying to steal a kiss!" After cries of disbelief and some cajoling for more information, Richard added, "Though I did catch him leaving for a secret assignation!"

The room was filled with loud hoots. "And he was conspicuously missing many a morning before breakfast!" More whistles and snickers were emitted.

"It was not..." The words died on Darcy's lips. Anything he said now would undoubtedly be twisted until they had their fun. Finally, he said, "I shall fare well enough on my own. I did manage to become engaged without counsel from any of you."

"That may be, Darcy," Wesley slurred, "But perhaps you should have come to us. Now you are stuck with an interminably long engagement." After a curious pause, he asked, "You are eager to begin your marital felicity, are you not?"

Several leering grins were visible, and Darcy felt his face flush. He gently cleared his throat. "There were a great number of preparations." The response sounded lame even to him. Still, the ribbing he received was better than discussing the truth around his engagement. Besides, there was nothing said that was not true. Elizabeth was pretty, and he was looking forward to her companionship.

The rest of the evening continued in this manner until the decanter was dry and the cigars cold.

Elizabeth passed the time as best she could. When possible, she would escape the confines of the house. The lack of activity inspired Mrs. Bennet to turn to wedding planning. Never one for large quantities of lace, organza, and ribbon, the planning sessions often turned to arguments between the two, and a headache for Elizabeth.

If that were not enough, Mrs. Bennet had planned a number of teas, dinners, and other gatherings for the week leading up to the wedding. For the sake of general domestic tranquillity, Mr. Bennet agreed to most of these, despite understanding these gatherings were nothing more than poorly disguised opportunities for his wife to flaunt the family's good fortune. Elizabeth, however, drew the line at a ball. The last thing she wanted to do was subject Darcy to a ball.

In the evenings, Elizabeth spent time with Jane, tending to needlework, or reading. Despite her sister's words, Elizabeth knew she was suffering from a broken heart. Jane had been in moderate spirits when Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam had been about to distract her. Now that such distractions did not exist, Jane's moods were melancholy at best; more than once, Elizabeth had heard Jane's tears.

The continued lack of communication from Bingley troubled her, and not only for her sister's sake. He had not even written Darcy in recent weeks. She thought perhaps something truly tragic had occurred that had kept him away. Darcy had not been concerned though, and being he knew his friend best, she trusted him. Whatever it was, answers were sure to come soon enough. Jane and she would be in London for several weeks; they were bound to see Mr. Bingley then.

He stopped by the salver to examine his correspondence as he broke his fast. Without guests to entertain, the next days would be busy with other estate business. He had a lot to do since he would not be at Pemberley as often as he preferred in the spring. He and Elizabeth had agreed to return to Pemberley after the wedding with a short visit to the Lake District. It was not the most extravagant wedding trip, but it was what they agreed to since they had to be in London for the Season.

In the stack, he found a letter addressed in a familiar feminine hand. He smiled; it was from Elizabeth. His brow crinkled upon further reading the direction; it was addressed to Georgiana, not himself. He rifled through the rest of the envelopes, looking for his own letter. After all, he was her betrothed; Georgiana was only her future sister.

Not finding a letter addressed to him, he inquired. "Andrews, are these all of the letters?"

At his butler's affirmative response, Darcy nodded curtly. He made his way to break his fast, carrying with him the letter addressed to Georgiana.

"A letter for you," he said, handing her the missive.

He helped himself to coffee, a muffin, sweet sausage, and some eggs, scowling when Georgiana cried happily, "It is from Elizabeth!"

Trying not to show his disappointment, he said, "What does she have to say? Is everything well at Longbourn?" He knew he should not feel such jealousy. They were only friends, and his letter could have been lost or delayed. He should be happy Elizabeth was writing to his sister. That was what he had hoped for, was it not?

He caught a teasing look from his cousin and turned his eyes to his plate, though the crease of his brow remained. He continued glancing at his sister as she read the missive. A happy glow lit her countenance as she studied the paper with unusual intensity. At different intervals, she let out a happy trill and then continued reading, not betraying any of the contents to her brother or her cousin.

At each giggle, the grip on Darcy's fork tightened. What can be so damn funny that she can not share? Surely, there should be no secrets between Elizabeth and me; we are to be man and wife.

Georgiana released another giggle. Unable to hide his curiosity and annoyance any longer, Darcy snapped, "Georgiana, it is impolite to carry on as you do and not share its source with the others present."

To his further irritation, Georgiana burst into peals of laughter, nearly falling out of her chair. His cousin followed suit, as if he too shared her secret.

Put out, Darcy stood abruptly.

"Forgive me, brother," Georgiana said quickly and handed him the enclosed sealed note. "Elizabeth asked me to give you this."

Realizing he had most likely fallen into one of Elizabeth's traps, he snatched the missive from his sister and excused himself, muttering as he quit the room.

After settling in his study, he read the letter.

Fitzwilliam,

If you are reading this, I have most likely sorely tested your patience. I hope you will forgive me and think only on the amusement of your sister. Most of my letter to her was instructing her how to act to best arouse your interest. I suppose I will have to wait for an epistle from her for word on my level of success.

I must play these little tricks now; before I take a vow to obey you. I fear if I have not taught you to laugh at yourself by then, I shall have to find another way to entertain your sister, and she may not enjoy my company so much then. But enough of that for now.

Allow me to thank you on behalf of myself and my family for the lovely gifts. Shortly after receiving your gifts, my father and uncle absconded into my father's study, and nary was a word heard from that quarter for the remainder of the Gardiners' stay. My mother has yet to remove the shawl you gave her, and young Jonathon is on a new mission to find Robin Hood.

The hair brush set was beautiful, as were the hair combs. I do believe I may enjoy being betrothed to you.

I must admit to feelings of guilt after seeing your generosity to my own family. I can only plead ignorance -- not having seen your family in many years -- and hope they will not think too ill of me for it. Though if I am to be truly honest with you, I must also own I can think of little I have to offer an earl and a countess.

Christmas at Longbourn has been wonderful. It is hard to believe though, that it will be my last. That fact alone has perhaps made it all the more enjoyable.

With the holidays now over, my mother has focused all her attention on the wedding. Thankfully, the weather has held, and much to my mother's vexation, I have been allowed to continue my walks. I am looking forward to the time I depart for London.

I must go. Kitty and Lydia are bickering again, and I must make the peace.

Your friend (and betrothed),

Elizabeth

Darcy laughed aloud. Teasing woman! Pemberley shall be such a lively place once she is here. Without wasting a moment, and ignoring the other business that required his attention, he pulled out a quill and his ink bottle and began writing.

Elizabeth,

By all means, have your fun now. You are correct; I envision many nights in which you are locked in your room without dinner for failing to obey me.

I fear Georgiana, too, may find herself in her rooms more frequently. She follows your instructions all too readily, and I have to wonder what I have wrought upon myself.

I jest, of course. You have been wonderful for her, Elizabeth, and I do not know how to express my gratitude. In the short months Georgiana has been acquainted with you, she has blossomed. She played quite a recital for the Blakeslees and the Matlocks this year, with only the slightest prodding. She has never done that before, and I could not have been more proud.

Christmas at Pemberley has not been the same since my mother died. Father continued some of her traditions, but when he too passed, I found it difficult to continue them. The public rooms are, of course, still decorated, and the Yule log lit, but aside from that, the holidays passed somewhat uneventfully.

Wesley and his family stayed at Pemberley for four days before going on to London. He has expressed his eagerness to meet you, as has Lady Blakeslee. Do not worry, Elizabeth. Were it not for my aunt's willingness to sponsor you, I am certain Lady Blakeslee would have done the honours. Wesley and Lady Blakeslee think me smitten, and I confess I have done nothing to dissuade them of that notion.

I suppose you may think it dishonest of me, but I can think of no way to enlighten them of the truth without disclosing other truths. If this makes you uncomfortable, tell me so at once.

Business at Pemberley keeps me busy, as I am trying to ensure I will not have to return until after our wedding. It seems strange to say that. That you and I shall be married. And yet, I must be honest and tell you that your acceptance of my offer has lifted a weighty burden from my shoulders.

I promise you, Elizabeth, I shall do everything in my power to see to your happiness.

Mrs. Reynolds sends you her warmest wishes, and is looking forward to seeing you again. She has made me promise that there will be no bloodshed -- at least in the house -- and has extracted a promise that I will increase her staff should that not be the case. (I must own I do not recall any incident that led to bloodshed between us. Do you?) I should also tell you the staff that remember you, recall you with fondness and have expressed great anticipation in welcoming you as their mistress.

I will close by passing on greetings from Georgiana, though I am certain she will be sending her own salutations soon.

Until then, I remain your friend (and betrothed),

Fitzwilliam

Elizabeth laughed as she read the letter, particularly Mrs. Reynolds' reaction. She recalled only a single escapade that had resulted in bloodshed, but it had left little red footprints through the main hall of Pemberley. With quill in hand, she set out to refresh Darcy's memory.

Fitzwilliam,

How easily one forgets their wrong doing... Though perhaps I only recall the incident because I still bear the scar. Nonetheless, I remember the incident quite well and will now endeavour to refresh your memory.

I will begin by saying it was not my intention to create such a mess, but what else was I to do? You and G had stolen my slippers while I was playing in a grassy area near the stream and would not return them. Thinking back, I believe you thought taking my slippers would prevent me from following you or returning to the house without you. (I truly do not recall your particular motives.) Whatever your reasons, they did not work.

Sans slippers, I walked back to the main house, and cut my foot on the way. In order to avoid detection and a mess, I hopped most of the way to my rooms. Unfortunately, on my way, your mother discovered me. Upon seeing her, I forgot all about the cut, and could only think to hide my slipper-less situation. Though I performed all the courtesies required, and attempted to take my leave as soon as possible, your mother discovered my bare feet.

You will laugh when I tell you the fanciful story I told her to explain my situation. I told her a mother duck had stolen my slippers and was using them in her nest. That being the case, I could not in good conscience take them from her young ones. Looking back now, I am certain she did not believe me, but she allowed me to return to my rooms without question.

Happy to be dismissed, I forgot all about my bloody foot and left quite a trail in my wake. Poor Mrs. Reynolds and her staff had been left to clean up the mess. Of course, at the time, I did not feel very sorry for anyone but myself, as I was confined to the house until the wound healed. My only consolation was that you, too, were restricted to the indoors.

Now that I have refreshed your memory, you may have a good laugh and make any promises to Mrs. Reynolds she demands.

As for the other matters in your previous letter, let me say I will bow to your judgement on how to handle the topic of our marriage with your acquaintances.

I shall see you again in a few short weeks. Until then, I remain your friend and betrothed,

Elizabeth

A warm laugh rang out from Darcy's study as he read Elizabeth's latest letter to him. He had long forgotten that incident. Now, he remembered receiving quite a scolding from his father and had to disclose the location of his secret hiding spot; the one he was trying prevent Elizabeth from discovering.

Elizabeth,

If I have not already apologized for the cut on your foot, I do so now. I did not recall the incident until your letter. Perhaps you will find some comfort in knowing that being confined to the house was not my only punishment. I also had to help beat the carpets, to make up for the time the servants spent cleaning the floors.

On another note, my business here is progressing well and I foresee nothing that will delay my departure for London, especially since Georgiana has taken it upon herself to see the house is prepared for your arrival.

She has ordered a number of my mother's former rooms opened and thoroughly cleaned. Furniture has been moved about, and some of the drapery and wall coverings have been updated. I hope you approve, though you may change anything that is not to your liking when you arrive.

It has been too long since you have been here, and I hope you look upon your return as I do, as a homecoming.

Until London,
Fitzwilliam

Throughout the month of January, the post between Longbourn and Pemberley was not at all idle. In truth, not three days could pass without the arrival of the post. Elizabeth wrote of the daily activities of Longbourn, as well as the progress of the wedding plans. Darcy wrote of his progress in tending to estate business, questions concerning changes to the house, and other daily anecdotes.

Despite the abundance of letters, Elizabeth was looking forward to London. Letters were entertaining, but she found herself missing their lively debates, the teasing, and Georgiana. The quiet girl reminded her very much of Jane, and she was very much looking forward to spending more time with her.

Chapter Nineteen

Posted on Thursday, 19 June 2008

The Darcys arrived in London on a Friday, and the twenty-fourth day of the New Year; a full five days earlier than originally planned.

When Darcy had first approached his sister with the idea - using his predictable reason of business as an excuse - he was surprisingly met with little resistance. He had expected to hear objections to travelling while snow was still on the ground, and lamentations about missing Pemberley. The calm manner in which Georgiana expressed the wisdom of the action -- stating it would give them more time to prepare the house for Elizabeth's purview -- amused him. It seemed neither was willing to own to such fanciful emotions as excitement and eagerness to be rejoined with their friend and betrothed.

The two Bennet sisters, however, travelled as planned; disappointing any hopes the Darcys had that their early arrival in London might also induce Elizabeth to travel sooner.

The day Elizabeth and Jane left Longbourn for London arrived not a day too soon. Despite the wedding still being months away, Elizabeth had been hounded on nearly a daily basis by her mother concerning its details. The organza that would decorate the house changed every time Meryton's milliner received a new shipment of material. The flowers changed from tulips, to orchids, to lilies, to roses, and back to tulips -- despite Elizabeth's desire for wildflowers. The dishes to be served at the breakfast, those changed daily, both in a number and name.

If that was not enough, Elizabeth had been dragged to the dressmaker at least once a week to look at dress designs, only to have Mrs. Bennet declare at the end of each session that the use of a London dressmaker was an absolute must. Elizabeth cringed each time. Her only consolation was that each of her sisters and her mother would order a new gown in honour of the event, so the dressmaker's effort would not be entirely in vain.

By the time she was packing for London, Elizabeth had agreed to attend several teas and dinners before the wedding; at least she had held firm against her mother's plans for a ball. It was not that she objected to the event, but she refused to put Darcy and his extended family and friends in a position that could start rumours. The fact that Georgiana was not out yet, and thus could not participate, served as a good excuse; and for fear of angering Darcy, Mrs. Bennet relented.

The sound of a carriage pulling up the drive alerted Elizabeth it was time to leave. Darcy had been kind enough to send his own equipage to convey them, a fact that brought Mrs. Bennet no little amount of pleasure. "Did I not tell you what fine carriages you would have, Lizzy! Mr. Darcy is such a gentleman, sending his own carriage to take you to London. Wait ‘til Lady Lucas hears of this! Why Mr. Collins is nothing to Mr. Darcy," her mother cried as Mr. Bennet assisted his daughters into the conveyance.

As the carriage pulled away, both sisters let out giggles of relief that drowned out any last minute instructions from their mother.

Anticipation made it difficult for Elizabeth to remain still. She was going to see him again; they would be able to pick up where they left off. To distract herself, she reread letters from Darcy and Georgiana that she had craftily hid behind a book; the giggles and smiles though, were a little more difficult to hide. She knew it was odd to feel such excitement at seeing him... well, them... but reasoned it away with any number of excuses, including deciding her excitement stemmed from seeing her cousins again.

She looked at Jane and was dismayed at the apprehension she saw. Without having to ask, she knew her sister was thinking of Mr. Bingley. The loneliness and disappointment was etched in Jane's pretty face. She prayed the man's reasons for not returning to Hertfordshire were valid, and he was not as capricious as he currently appeared. She smiled at Jane and received one in return. Nothing needed to be said.

Before Elizabeth knew it, the carriage was pulling in front of the Gardiners' townhouse on Gracechurch Street. After exchanging warm greetings and seeing their trunks unloaded, Elizabeth quickly penned a note to Darcy informing him of their safe arrival and thanking him for the carriage.

She was pleased to receive a note in return, almost within the hour. However, the invitation to dinner at Arryndale turned her joy into anxiety. It would not be a small welcoming dinner as she had hoped; the Blakeslees would be present. At least I will not have to contend with the Blakeslees and Matlocks together.

This, however, was nothing compared to what he currently felt waiting for Elizabeth to arrive at Arryndale. He did his best not to let his distraction show, but would have been hard pressed to name the piece his sister was currently playing, though he had heard it numerous times.

If he did not know any better, he would say he was suffering from a fit of nerves. In truth, he felt like a child at Christmas, waiting to open his presents. He told himself repeatedly that he should not feel such anticipation; that Elizabeth was just a friend, but it seemed all his reason had left him. It did not help seeing Blakeslee's teasing smirks directed at him.

He cursed himself for the hundredth time. He should have had Elizabeth and her party arrive early. She would have had a moment to relax, and they could have conversed before the inquisition. How did he not think of this earlier? He checked his watch again. They should be here by now! Why must women always keep men waiting?

A moment later, the door to the drawing room opened. It took every ounce of Darcy's self control not to leap from his seat. Finally! Elizabeth was finally here!

Affecting a calm demeanour, he made his way to the door to welcome his betrothed and her family. The sight that greeted him, however, threw him once again off balance. Elizabeth was a vision of loveliness. Her dark hair shimmered, and when she smiled, it was as if a hundred candles had been suddenly lit. She was radiant. Has she always been so beautiful? How is it that my memory of her could be so lacking?

He swallowed once, and then placed a kiss on her hand, causing Elizabeth to blush. She is even more beautiful when she blushes! Stop it! This is Baby Betsy!

"It is so good to see you, Elizabeth," Georgiana said softly, pushing Darcy aside and drawing her soon to be sister into an affectionate hug. While Georgiana greeted the other newly arrived, Darcy took a moment to quiet his rapidly beating heart. He was less successful at suppressing his smile.

More in control of himself, Darcy then led the party to introduce them to the others, the Dowager Countess Blakeslee, Lord Wesley Blakeslee, and Mr. Julian Pearce, the Blakeslee's second son.

After the requisite curtsies and introductions were performed, Darcy added, "Unfortunately my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, could not join us this evening. He was required to report to his regiment, and his return to London has been delayed. We expect him perhaps later this week."

Elizabeth found the comment odd, but a glance at her sister explained everything. Based on her sister's blush, more had occurred between her sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam than she knew. Is it possible Jane has been pining for Colonel Fitzwilliam and not Mr. Bingley these last weeks?

Before she could think more on this, her attention was called by Lady Blakeslee.

"Miss Elizabeth, I am so pleased to finally meet you. Darcy has been far too secretive about you, so I hope you will forgive my impertinence when I ask you tell me about yourself."

"I would be happy to answer as I am able, your ladyship."

Lady Blakeslee smiled and asked small leading questions. She was inquisitive, but friendly. Her interest was genuine, and not solely to find fault, as Elizabeth was expecting. Her knowledge and affection for the Darcy family was also evident. Until dinner was announced, Elizabeth answered a number of questions of her family, their estate, and her experiences in London.

Once dinner was announced, Darcy rose and gallantly offered his arm to Elizabeth. Feeling unreasonably shy, she looked away and then took his arm. She was pleased he did not seem disturbed or require any explanation over her odd behaviour.

As she was seated, she noticed her sister had been escorted in by Lord Blakeslee, and he had a familiar entranced look about him. She smiled. Lady Jane would be quite lovely. Realizing how much the thought sounded like her mother, she laughed at herself and turned her attention back to her betrothed.

"Lord Blakeslee," Mr. Gardiner began once everyone was seated, "Have you known the Darcys long?"

Wesley smiled amiably. "Indeed. My estate in Staffordshire is but twenty miles from Darcy's Pemberley. We also attended Cambridge together." With a small chuckle he added, "I recall having a row or two with Miss Elizabeth when I was younger, but I do not recall having the honour of knowing Miss Bennet. How is that, Darcy?"

Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn at the revelation and dropped her eyes to her plate while the rest of the table shared in a chuckle.

"Miss Bennet was not my father's goddaughter." Darcy replied nonchalantly. He was not certain what his friend's game was, but something was afoot.

"I see," Wesley intoned. He had never known Elizabeth's connection to the Darcy family. He had heard the name infrequently over the years, but had never thought to inquire. "So you have never visited Pemberley then, Miss Bennet?"

"Not that I recall with any detail," Jane replied politely. "I did once or twice, but I was very young, and do not recall them. My father and Lizzy were the only ones that visited every year."

"Every year?" Wesley inquired. His intrigue was evident to everyone.

Darcy cringed. He instantly regretted not telling Wesley more while they were at Pemberley over Christmas. Now it seemed his friend was intent on discovering everything. "My father insisted on seeing his goddaughter. Mr. Bennet was kind enough to bring Miss Elizabeth to Pemberley every summer."

"And to think with all the time I spent at Pemberley, I recall Miss Elizabeth visiting only a few times."

"Perhaps you have a faulty memory," Darcy offered, hoping to end the conversation.

"Or perhaps you were hiding from me. I believe I had promised retribution for an incident involving poison ivy," Elizabeth replied, hoping to end Wesley's line of questioning. She had noticed Darcy's semi-stiff manner, and knew he was uncomfortable. She also was not keen on having their history aired in front of everyone.

Thankfully, her ruse worked. After a round of laughter, Lord Blakeslee said, "Well, Miss Bennet, Pemberley is a pretty little estate." Then with a devilish smirk added, "But it is nothing compared to Trentholm Park."

"If one prefers rocks to trees and lakes," Darcy deadpanned with the familiar response. He knew his friend was flirting with Miss Bennet, but given the choice between a little harmless dallying or the Spanish Inquisition, he would play along.

"How was your Christmas, Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth asked, determined to change the conversation to something everyone could participate.

Small conversation broke out amongst neighbours. Though she longed for some time for private conversation with Darcy, Elizabeth was careful to include the Honourable Julian Pierce, the younger brother of Lord Blakeslee, in the discourse. Julian was several years younger than his older brother, which was accounted for by a sister who had died when she was but a toddler. Julian was currently attending Cambridge with the intention of becoming a surgeon. He enjoyed music, art, and the theatre. He was well read, though perhaps not the avid reader his brother was.

Throughout the dinner, Elizabeth looked for hints of the Blakeslees' acceptance or disapproval of her. She found them amiable people, and could not but take a liking to them. Of course, that was not the issue at hand. In situations such as these, her opinion mattered little.

Their opinion of her, however, did; and on that front, she could determine little, until Lord Blakeslee suggested a night at theatre. That invitation allowed Elizabeth to relax a bit. After all, such an invite would not have been extended if he disapproved of her or her family.

A nod from the Blakeslees would make the task ahead that much easier. She suspected many people of the ton would be displeased and might refuse to acknowledge her. If any of them were Darcy's closest friends, she could not help but wonder if he would break the engagement. The idea troubled her; not that she was in love with him, but the idea of parting on such terms would not bode well for their friendship.

For his part, Darcy found it difficult to concentrate on any conversation. He could not take his eyes off Elizabeth, and at the same time was embarrassed at such a reaction. He was acting like a moonstruck schoolboy, over a friend no less! It made no sense. He was not in love with her; nor she with him. He admitted he had missed her lively conversation while at Pemberley; but that was not love. So why was he reacting this way? He certainly did not have this reaction towards his other friends. Of course, they were men, and such a reaction to them would be unnatural.

Struck with a bit of insight, he began to relax. Yes. That was it. Elizabeth was his female friend, and one to whom he owed a great deal. His feelings were perfectly normal; they were a mixture of friendship and gratitude. Gratitude for her assistance with Georgiana, for their friendship, and most of all for helping him fulfil his obligation to his family.

Feeling a bit more sanguine, and with dinner coming to a natural end, he suggested a separation of the sexes.

A bit anxious to hear his friend's impression of his betrothed, Darcy served his friend's port last. Thankfully, Wesley needed no prodding to spout his assessment.

"Your betrothed is charming, Darcy," Wesley said, "It is hard to believe the little spitfire I recall turned into your Miss Elizabeth."

Darcy accepted the compliment with grace; not that his friend's reaction would have changed his mind. He was grateful Wesley's support would be given willingly rather than grudgingly.

"Her sister is also quite a beauty," Wesley remarked. "You did not do her justice."

"I do not recall describing her at all." Darcy did not understand what everyone saw in Miss Jane Bennet. Yes, she was beautiful, but far too demure. She did not have the wit of her sister, nor Elizabeth's liveliness. However, seeing the opportunity to end the flirtation, in a low tone, he said, "We will speak of it later, but you are not the first to admire her."

"Certainly not..." his friend hissed back.

Darcy rolled his eyes, realizing he needed to dispel any misconceptions immediately. "Of course not! My cousin has shown a particular interest in the lady, as had another friend."

"Richard and his demmed luck."

Here we go again. Perhaps it is a good thing Richard is not here tonight. The two would have made fools of themselves over Miss Bennet. He made a mental note to keep the three of them from meeting at the same time. "I had heard you danced the first two with Miss Kendrick at the Twelfth Night Ball."

Wesley blew out a puff a smoke. "One would think there was not a war going on with the idle time of the papers."

Darcy chuckled. It will be my turn soon enough, he thought ruefully, knowing that once word of Elizabeth being in town circulated, the speculation and scrutiny would be relentless.

"Never fear, my friend. My bachelorhood is in no danger." Wesley flicked his brow and added, "At least not from Miss Kendrick."

With that, Darcy determined it was time to rejoin the ladies. His eyes shot towards the ceiling as he watched his friend take a seat near Jane and engage her in conversation. Good grief! It is no wonder Mr. Bennet has locked his girls away in Meryton. While he was tempted to intervene, he refrained. His duty was to Elizabeth tonight. He would deal with Lord Blakeslee another time.

After Georgiana played a few pieces, a duet by Georgiana and Elizabeth, and some more conversation, the evening ended. Though Darcy and Elizabeth did not have much time to speak privately, tomorrow's carriage ride through the park showed promise towards that end.

The kiss Darcy placed on her hand reminded her of her purpose in London. It was surprisingly easy to forget that they would be married when enjoying the benefits of his friendship.

She thought of her other conversations that night and was generally pleased by how the evening had passed. She liked Lady Blakeslee and Julian; and from what little conversation she shared with Lord Blakeslee, she could see why he and Darcy were good friends.

"Mr. Darcy has a wonderful home," Jane said, interrupting Elizabeth's thoughts. "I have never seen its equal!"

"I am surprised you recall anything about the home," Elizabeth teased.

"Lizzy!"

"Pray, tell me, how do you find Lord Blakeslee?" Jane never believed anyone when they told her she was beautiful, and as a younger sister and confidant, Elizabeth felt it her duty to tease Jane about it at every opportunity. She giggled at her sister's crimson cheeks.

"He was very charming and kind. I must own, I rather enjoyed his company, even if it was only for an evening."

"But you forget, my dear Jane, we are to attend the theatre, and at his behest." Then as casually as possible, she added, "Darcy mentioned to me that he had also invited the Bingleys to dinner, but they were not in town." She cringed, seeing Jane still, and was even more relieved Bingley was not present. He would have only made Jane uncomfortable, and she deserved a pleasant evening.

"Oh," was the whispered reply. After another moment, Jane said, "Miss Bingley was correct, London has a great number of diversions."

Elizabeth looked pointedly at her sister, knowing Jane was holding back her true thoughts.

"Lizzy, do not fear for me. I did not heed your warning, and I own I was dismayed when he did not return; but I am resolved to think of him no more."

Elizabeth blew her sister a comforting kiss and began brushing out her hair. It seemed Jane was determined not to display any emotion in regards to Mr. Bingley. If that was the case, there was nothing Elizabeth could do. Though, recalling Darcy's comment about the colonel, she could not help but wonder if Jane perhaps was sincere in her resolution.

After several minutes of silence, Jane said, "Mr. Bingley paid me particular attentions, and I welcomed them, but I was never certain of his intentions. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Lord Blakeslee are less..."

"Reserved?"

"Precisely... Please do not think less of me, Lizzy, but I find I enjoy their attentions." She blushed furiously. "Oh! You must think me completely immoderate now!"

Elizabeth could not but laugh. It was perhaps the most feeling her sister had shown in over a month and she was pleased by it. "Of course not, my sweet Jane! You could never be anything but sweet and good."

"Oh Lizzy! London is so much more diverting than Hertfordshire. It is a shame Papa does not like town." Jane reddened and shook her head furiously. "Oh dear, I am beginning to sound like Mama or Lydia!"

The two dissolved into peals of laughter.

After exhausting themselves, Elizabeth slyly looked at her sister. "And should either of them offer to you?" Much to her amusement, Jane buried her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment.

"I dare not consider it! I have known the colonel but a few weeks, and met Lord Blakeslee only this evening." Jane took a moment to collect herself. "Let us speak on this no more. It does neither of us any good to speculate."

Elizabeth obliged. She was pleased to see her sister in better spirits again; and would do nothing to dampen them. None the less, she wanted to speak with Darcy about both Lord Blakeslee and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Jane did not deserve to be disappointed again, and she would do her best to see that she was not. Her mind made up, she drifted off to sleep, happily wondering what tomorrow's carriage ride would bring.

Chapter Twenty

Posted on: 2008-06-26

The following morning, Elizabeth sat near the front windows of the Gardiner home, tending to some sewing while waiting for the Darcys to arrive. Her head shot up at the sound of every passing carriage. After the sixth or seventh time, she could not but laugh at her own impatience. She was acting not unlike her cousins had earlier that morning while waiting for her and Jane to wake. Still, it did not stop her from watching the next carriage that passed, or quiet the feelings of anticipation.

There were so many things to discuss, and she would be lying if she said she was not looking for some time for private conversation with him. It was, perhaps, the only benefit of letters; there was little concern for being overheard.

Finally, a landau stopped in front the Gardiner home, and a moment later, Elizabeth could see Darcy handing down Georgiana. Her heart beat a little faster, and she was sorely tempted to greet the arrivals herself. That, however, was not how proper young ladies conducted themselves; so she forced herself to remain seated until the visitors were announced.

"Forgive our tardiness," Darcy said. He then exchanged the usual kiss on the hand for stiffly holding out a nosegay of purple, lavender, and white flowers. "These... um, these are for you."

Elizabeth accepted the bouquet, and then bashfully turned away. She had never received such a token from a man.

"Georgiana insisted we stop," he added awkwardly. He caught Georgiana's look of exasperation and realized he should not have said that. He tugged nervously at his gloves. Perhaps courting is more difficult than I thought.

Elizabeth looked up and smiled, though her cheeks were still a rosy hue. "Thank you," she replied softly. "They are lovely."

To everyone's relief, the awkward moment was broken by a cry coming towards them. "Lizzy, Cousin Lizzy..." Ian called. "Jonathan stole my mar..." Upon turning the corner and seeing the tall stranger, he stopped short. His eyes widened and he stared. The pilfered marbles were all but forgotten.

Amused, Elizabeth provided the requisite introductions. Though his eyes continued to be wide as saucers, Ian properly thanked the tall gentleman for his Christmas gift and then nervously stood next to his cousin.

Darcy bent down to discuss the marbles with young Ian, but before he could fully ascertain the problem, Aunt Gardiner entered the room, followed by two other children, Samantha and Leah. Again, introductions were performed and everyone was invited to sit for a spell. Conversation was brief, and mostly consisted of Aunt Gardiner thanking the Darcys for their Christmas gifts, dinner the previous evening, and inquiring after their plans for the morning.

When the children began to once again grow restless, Georgiana, Darcy and Elizabeth were excused for their planned carriage ride. Jane had already begged off today's activities, and though Elizabeth put up the requisite protest, she was secretly pleased.

By the time everyone was comfortably arranged in the carriage, the awkward beginning of their meeting was forgotten. The three chatted and teased one another with topics ranging from sights and sounds of London that were not to be missed, to various planned and unplanned outings.

When they had reached a lesser used path of the park, Georgiana declared a great desire to stretch her legs, and Elizabeth, desiring a walk herself, agreed. Being outnumbered, Darcy called for the carriage to stop, and handed out the two girls.

The three wandered down the path a ways before Georgiana's gait quickened, separating herself from the other two. Elizabeth could not but chuckle at the young girl's actions; next time she would not be so well pleased when Jane begged off. It would be easier for Georgiana if she had a companion on such outings. At least the two together would not appear so awkward. Taking the offered arm from the man at her side, she teased, "We appear to have a most obliging chaperone."

"So it would seem. Perhaps this is an indication that I should be concerned about those lady's novels she reads." Darcy lifted a corner of his mouth.

"There is nothing to fear, Fitzwilliam. A girl must be allowed to indulge her romantic notions every once in a while; just as boys must have someone with which to quarrel." Seeing her companion's odd look, she snickered.

"And what of your romantic sensibilities?" He cringed the moment the words left his lips, but Elizabeth's eyes crinkled with mirth.

"I have had my share. Did I not tell you of the loquacious, if not eloquent, offer of marriage Mr. Collins bestowed upon me?" Darcy could not help but laugh.

Not wishing for this particular conversation to continue, Elizabeth changed the subject. "I did not get a chance to tell you last night, but you have a lovely home."

"Thank you." He was oddly relieved by her approval. "I would like to give you a more extensive tour soon. Perhaps I can enlist my aunt's services, so you may view the family apartments as well. It would give you a chance to begin any updates you would like to have made."

With that statement, the enormity of her engagement struck Elizabeth. She bit her lip and turned away to hide her unease. While in Hertfordshire, it was easy to believe the impact of their arrangement would be minimal; the biggest change being the direction of her letters. Now, she was beginning to realize how naïve she had been. She was to be his wife, and that came with additional expectations. She would be responsible for running his house! She would be required to make decisions regarding the décor, the servants, their guests, even their meals! She swallowed. "That would be lovely... though I saw nothing last night that was in need of my attention."

"You did not see many of the rooms. There are several that were last updated by my mother." He looked down at her and smiled. "I wish you to be comfortable in your home."

She relaxed a bit under his warm look. "Very well. I will take a look." In a teasing tone, she said, "Is there anything else I should be expected to accomplish while I am in town?"

"Aside from your trousseau, I can think of nothing. However, I dare not speak for my aunt or my sister." Darcy chuckled. "I believe Georgiana has thought of little else but taking you shopping; and Lady Matlock is determined to make you this season's most talked about success, and has had nigh two months to plan."

Elizabeth groaned and muttered, "Out of the pan and into the fire."

"If it becomes overwhelming, you have but to say the word." He squeezed her hand, encouragingly. "Though, I was under the impression that all ladies lived for shopping."

She tried hard not to react to his teasing, but not having been as successful as she had hoped, she changed the subject. "The Blakeslees are kind people; I enjoyed their company very much."

"Lady Blakeslee appeared quite taken with you."

"She is very kind. I must confess, I had expected her to be more prejudiced and was a bit nervous."

"I apologize for that. I had hoped to avoid introductions until you had a chance to be settled, but Wesley had threatened not to leave Arryndale until he had met you."

Easily imagining the two gentlemen in a stand-off, complete with pointed glares and possibly fencing foils, Elizabeth laughed. "If Lord Blakeslee is half as stubborn as you, I am only too happy to have obliged." After a pause she said, "Lord Blakeslee seemed rather attentive to Jane."

"I suppose, but Wesley has always been a bit of a flirt."

"Then I should not be concerned with the consideration he gives Jane?"

"No. Wesley knows he is destined to marry the daughter of peer. He is only forestalling as long as he can."

"I suppose that is for the best. Jane has yet to recover her spirits."

"Bingley?"

"I believe so." Elizabeth sighed. "Did something occur between Colonel Fitzwilliam and Jane while he was in Hertfordshire?"

"There may have been a small attachment, but I do not think it serious. My cousin is a second son and must marry for fortune." When Elizabeth said nothing, he asked, "Do you believe there was a strong attachment on Miss Bennet's side?"

"I am uncertain. Jane has never been one to share her emotions, and since Bingley, she has been more withdrawn than usual. I had thought her to be nursing her wounds, but now I am uncertain." She looked upward, and noticed his inquisitive look. "She blushed all too much when you mentioned Colonel Fitzwilliam last night."

"I see." Mentally, Darcy made a note to discuss this with his cousin. He had carried things too far this time and was in danger of having his honour engaged. "Come. Georgiana has been left on her own long enough. I will speak with Richard... and Wesley... I would not wish your sister injured by either of them."

"Thank you."

The cold weather soon forced the party back indoors. The Darcys returned to Arryndale, but not before discussing an invite for Elizabeth and Jane to tea in a few days to meet Lady Matlock.

After the Darcys departed, Elizabeth sat in the front parlour, working on sewing for her aunt, since Jane had offered to read the young ones a story before their nap.

Aunt Gardiner entered with a tray of tea, and after serving both herself and Elizabeth, picked up her own piece of sewing.

"That is a lovely gown," Elizabeth commented merrily. "Samantha will consider herself quite grown up in it."

Aunt Gardiner smiled motherly. "Yes, she is so anxious to be a grown up." With a light laugh, she added, "She declared earlier this morning that when she marries, her beau will just as handsome as Mr. Darcy."

Elizabeth felt her cheeks grow warm, and all she could do was nod.

"When I was young, it always caused great excitement when the Darcys would come into Lambton. All the young girls would hide behind counters and peek through windows to catch a glimpse of the young master." Aunt Gardiner chuckled. "Who would have believed that my own niece would become his wife?"

Elizabeth laughed. Even when he was young, Darcy had been a prize to be caught. "Do you think he knew?"

"I do not know. He was always so shy. He would hardly speak to anyone, other than general courtesies."

"He was never shy around me."

"You were not a stranger."

"I suppose not. He was rather reserved in Meryton, but I thought it was something developed when he was older."

"He may have become more reserved with time, but I believe it was always his nature."

The two were silent for a bit, while Elizabeth pondered this new information. At first it was difficult to consider the young boy who would dump salt in her tea instead of sugar as shy. However, recalling the often stoic nature of her godfather, it was not such a stretch.

"How was your carriage ride?" Aunt Gardiner asked.

"It was very nice. We passed but a single carriage. I suppose most consider it too cold to be out."

"You are probably correct." Her aunt smiled. "And are you pleased with your betrothed?"

"If you are asking if I am having doubts about my engagement, I assure you I am not. I have very much enjoyed becoming reacquainted with Mr. Darcy." She smiled broadly. "Though I must own, as I realize the magnitude of the home I will be expected to run, I find the prospect a bit daunting."

Aunt Gardiner nodded knowingly to herself. "You are a smart girl, Lizzy. I am certain you shall do well."

"Mr. Darcy has said the same..." She took a long sip of tea, suddenly feeling very bashful.

With a secret smile, Aunt Gardiner asked, "Did you not say Mr. Darcy's aunt was to assist you as well?"

"If she approves of me..." Her feelings suddenly turned to ones of uncertainty.

"You must not worry so much..." Based on the way Darcy had stared at Elizabeth earlier that morning, and Elizabeth's current reactions, Aunt Gardiner was certain they were both well on their way to falling in love. Once that occurred, she knew nothing would keep them apart, not even a disapproving aunt.

Jane soon joined them, and the three made shopping plans for the next few days. On top of Elizabeth's trousseau, Aunt Gardiner had declared they were all in need of some new gowns, especially for the night of the theatre.

Darcy sat in his study examining the house accounts and papers from his solicitor. He was unaccountably restless; his thoughts continually turning to Elizabeth. It had been two days since he had seen her. He tried to convince himself the nervousness originated from the meeting that would take place tomorrow between Elizabeth and Lady Matlock. If things went well, Elizabeth's acceptance amongst the ton would go smoothly. If not... well, there would be challenges.

He looked down at the papers in front of him, and frowned. He looked out the window and could not help but wonder what she was doing at the moment. Probably shopping. Those were the plans. He envisioned her in the shops of Mayfair and Bond Street, her arms laden with various packages. With sudden inspiration, he set his papers aside and called for his carriage.

After wandering the streets, trying to give the appearance of window shopping, Darcy entered the shop of his favoured jeweller. He examined several items, only to decide against them. He stared out the shop window for a minute, but seeing nothing, or perhaps more accurately no one of interest, returned to his task. He examined a few more pieces and shook his head. Shopping for jewellery was much easier when it was for Georgiana. His sister loved any trinket he brought home for her. Elizabeth was another matter. She was his betrothed, and therefore deserved something special.

He wanted something she could wear to the theatre, but had not the faintest idea the colour or style of her gown. Would she opt for a simple white gown, as she had worn at the Meryton Assembly? Or perhaps something more fashionable, like the yellow gown he had seen his sister wearing the other evening? Would she prefer a broach or necklace? He let out a huff of frustration before a simple tear drop pearl pendant with matching earrings caught his eye. It was not gaudy, and could be worn with almost any colour. Perfect! Pleased with his selection, he had the jeweller box and wrap it.

Exiting the shop, he ran into none other than Lord Blakeslee.

"Wesley!" Darcy greeted. Then, recalling the package in his hand, he hid it behind his back.

Unfortunately, his action was too late. "A token for your lady?" Wesley asked with a decided snigger.

"Yes," Darcy replied, trying to sound nonplussed. "I thought she would like something new to wear to the theatre."

Wesley chuckled. "Stephen, I see, was only half correct. She shall have you tamed and poor. All by your own doing, I might add."

"And what brings you out today?" Darcy replied, changing the subject. "Have you perchance met a young lady who has caught your fancy?" He looked pointedly at the package in Wesley's hand.

"Not at all. It is a book I had ordered for myself, and now I am off to the club. Care to join me?"

"Not this time. I have a great deal of work to be done."

With that, the two parted ways. Darcy let out a relieved sigh. Lunch at the club was tempting, but he had no doubt of what was in store for him there; a great number of questions and jabs at both his and Elizabeth's expense. He would have to face them sometime soon, but until Elizabeth's acceptance by his own family was secure, he did not want to risk it.

Near the end of their first week in London, Elizabeth and Jane were once again in the Darcy carriage on their way to Arryndale House. Today, they were to meet Lady Meredith Fitzwilliam, Countess of Matlock.

The plan was to take tea with the matron and Georgiana, and sometime during the course of the afternoon, tour the mistress' chambers and family rooms. They would then return that evening for an intimate family dinner that included the Darcys, Fitzwilliams, and Gardiners.

Despite assurances from Jane, her aunt, and even Darcy, Elizabeth was nervous. Everything depended on this meeting. If Lady Matlock did not approve of her, Darcy would most likely break their engagement; and even if he did not, her own conscience would require she do it. She would not allow the Darcys to become a mockery amongst their friends and family; not for her sake.

Before she knew it, the doors of Arryndale's music room were being opened. The moment had come.

At the sound of the footman, both Darcys stood. Having the advantage of long legs, Darcy was able to outpace his sister, and thus was the first to greet the two sisters. He placed a kiss on Elizabeth's hand, and then stepped aside while Georgiana greeted them an affectionate hug and kiss on the cheek.

The warm greeting she received from both Darcy and Georgiana, coupled with the confidence that shone in Darcy's eyes, steadied Elizabeth. By the time she was introduced to Lady Matlock, she was in full possession of herself.

Lady Matlock was everything Elizabeth remembered; tall, beautiful and with a regal air about her. From the moment they were introduced, Elizabeth could feel the lady's cool blue eyes appraising her.

As Darcy showed her to a seat next to him, she felt her courage rise even more. Darcy was making a statement to both her and his aunt. His plans would remain unchanged, no matter what occurred today.

In a power play of her own, Lady Matlock stated, "Miss Elizabeth, my nephew has charged me with showing you the Mistress's chambers so they can be prepared for your occupancy. I suggest we view the apartment, and then we can adjourn for tea." It was a command, not a suggestion. The woman wanted to evaluate Elizabeth in her own time, without Darcy's interference.

With no choice but to agree, Darcy took his leave, and the four ladies made their way to the main hall. As they made their way through the house to the family apartments, Georgiana provided details about the house and the different rooms they passed.

Elizabeth did her best to attend to Georgiana's narration, though found it difficult. She could feel Lady Matlock's eyes boring into her, watching her every move. Was she walking tall enough? Did she say too much, or too little? Was her hair and gown fashionable? Or perhaps she was not pretty enough.

When they reached the mistress' chambers, Georgiana entered immediately, followed by Lady Matlock. Elizabeth took the moment's reprieve to once again gather her wits. She gave Jane an uncertain smile and gratefully received an encouraging squeeze of the hand in response. All would be well.

As she entered the room, Elizabeth's eyes widened. It was yet another display of the changes yet to come. It was a grand change, but a change none the less. The room was nearly the size of her bedroom at Longbourn, which she shared with Jane. Through the open door on the opposite wall, was what she could only surmise was the bed chamber. That these rooms were to be hers alone was astonishing!

After the initial shock wore off, Elizabeth took a more discerning look. The sitting room was adorned by a chaise, a sofa, and two wing-backed chairs set near the fireplace. Along the wall was a small writing desk of rich mahogany, accompanied by a bookshelf, and along the other wall was a side bar with a water pitcher, a crystal wine decanter, and a few glasses.

Elizabeth gently ran her hand over the furniture. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet perfume that she had always associated with Lady Anne. The remembrance nearly brought tears to her eyes.

She was brought from her reverie when Georgiana asked, "Did you visit these apartments when you were younger, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth started and turned towards her soon to be sister. "I was only here once; I must have been eight or nine at the time." Her smile broadened at the memory. "My father is not fond of town, so we did not visit here often." She took a seat near Georgiana on the pink sofa.

"That day I was rather vexed at my father, and Lady Anne brought me here to speak to me on the matter."

"Why were you upset at your father?"

"Because he would not let me go to the park alone." Elizabeth chuckled lightly. "I was already used to walking the trails in Hertfordshire alone, and saw no difference between there and London.

"Your mother naturally agreed with my father, though her reasons were different. You see, my father said I could not go because he was afraid I would be taken by gypsies. He did not know at the time, I thought nothing could be more fun than living with gypsies and travelling all over England. Nor did he know that the previous summer I had bet your brother a whole shilling I would see a band of gypsies before he did."

She smiled at the giggle Georgiana hid behind her hand. She stole a peek at Lady Matlock as well, and could discern the lady trying not to laugh as well.

"In the end, your mother convinced me to stay by telling me she would be very sad if I were to run off with gypsies because then there would be no one to play with her daughter when she had one." She squeezed Georgiana's hand affectionately. "I think even then your mother knew she would have a daughter someday."

She became alarmed when she saw tears forming in Georgiana's eyes.

"Did my mother truly say that?" Georgiana asked softly.

"She did. She was so very happy when you were born."

Overwrought, Georgiana impulsively hugged Elizabeth. Then, remembering herself, sat back and said, "Thank you, Elizabeth. I too am very glad you did not run off." With a mischievous smile, she added, "And so is Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn. She was grateful when Lady Matlock gently cleared her throat and suggested they continue on to the other rooms.

With the attention of the room no longer on her, she was able to collect herself and overcome her mortification. She had not intended to share such an embarrassing story, especially in front of Lady Matlock. She could only imagine what the great lady thought of her now. Backwoods hoyden, came to mind. With a sigh, she followed Georgiana and Lady Matlock as they made their way to the bedchamber and the dressing room.

"I would not change a thing," She heard Jane whisper. Elizabeth agreed.

"Georgiana, your brother would not be offended if I did not change anything, would he?"

The young girl jumped to her brother's defence. "Oh no!" Then trying to imitate her brother's tone she said, "But he did say, ‘Make sure she understands no expense is too great. We shall replace everything if she desires.'" The giggle at her poor imitation was contagious, and soon everyone was laughing.

When they had quieted, Elizabeth said, "Then the rooms shall remain as they are. I find my tastes run in harmony with those of Lady Anne." She paused, looking around again. "I find I like this reminder of her."

After examining the family rooms, the ladies made their way back to the music room, where tea and cakes had already been set out. After some light conversation, Georgiana and Elizabeth took the opportunity to practice the duet that they were to play that night.

Elizabeth's earlier confession was long forgotten, and everyone was in a pleasant mood. The congenial mood, however, was interrupted by unexpected guests.

"My dear Georgiana!" a voice that made Elizabeth cringe, simpered. Elizabeth turned to have her suspicion confirmed, and saw Miss Caroline Bingley striding into the room, followed by her sister, Mrs. Hurst.

Elizabeth's initial reaction was one of anger, but then turned to one of sympathy for Jane. Of all the people in London, Miss Bingley was high on the list of people she had hoped to avoid.

Miss Bingley walked through the room as though she owned it, but upon seeing that Georgiana was not alone, froze in her tracks. Her smile faded, and her annoyance was evident. She managed to recover quickly, and then continued as if nothing untoward had occurred. "It has been ages since we have seen you, my dear. My sister and I have been quite desolate without your company."

All of Elizabeth's anger dissipated as she turned her attention to her sister and Georgiana. If she did not already know Miss Bingley intimidated Georgiana, the flush of the girl's cheeks was telling.

After introductions were completed, Elizabeth invited Georgiana to take a seat next to her and Jane. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst occupied a settee near Lady Matlock. A quiet tension settled over those gathered.

Realizing Georgiana was much too shy to take control of the situation, Elizabeth said, "I am happy to see you and your sister are in good health, Miss Bingley. I trust Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley are also in good health?"

She was amused when Miss Bingley's eyes flashed angrily, confirming her earlier suspicions, that Miss Bingley was indeed involved in Mr. Bingley's decision not to return to Hertfordshire last December.

"Yes," Miss Bingley sniped. "Yes, my brother is quite well. In fact, I have never seen him happier. Why just before Christmas, he joined us for dinner with Miss Sutton and her family." She smiled smugly. "It was quite an enjoyable evening for everyone."

Elizabeth's ire rose. Miss Bingley was purposefully trying to hurt Jane. Not willing to allow Miss Bingley to have the last word, she said, "We were sorry to have missed your company the other night. Mr. Darcy had mentioned you were unable to attend dinner, as you were visiting family."

She was amused when Miss Bingley completely ignored her and turned her focus elsewhere. "Lady Matlock, it is a pleasure to see you. I had no idea you were in town already."

From the purse of Lady Matlock's lips, Elizabeth could tell the lady was displeased. It was oddly reassuring. If the lady defended her and Jane, Elizabeth would take it as an indication that there were no objections to her engagement to Darcy.

"We have only made our presence in town known to our family and close friends, Miss Bingley, as we wished to spend the time with our future niece, without distraction." Lady Matlock said.

Caroline directed a pinched smile at Elizabeth and then turned again to Lady Matlock. "Yes. I must say I was quite... surprised... by the announcement of Mr. Darcy's engagement. I had always thought -- as I am sure you did too -- that he would marry a woman of equal standing."

Elizabeth looked to her sister, unable to hide her astonishment at Miss Bingley's audacity.

Lady Matlock, however, suffered the insult with aplomb. "My nephew's choice did surprise us, but Elizabeth is a gentleman's daughter, so we have no cause to repine." Lady Matlock reached over and took Elizabeth's hand affectionately. "My nephew, I know, also finds some assurance in his choice of bride, knowing his mother would heartily approve." She looked directly at Miss Bingley, her blue eyes narrowed, and with a definite edge in her voice said, "Elizabeth was always a favourite of my late sister."

Elizabeth was uncertain how to react. Lady Matlock had not only given her tacit approval of the engagement, but had also delivered a very pointed set down to Miss Bingley and her sister. Darcy had mentioned his aunt wielded some power amongst their circle, and Elizabeth could see why. Friend or foe, the lady was not to be trifled with. Thankfully, Lady Matlock appeared to be taking the position of friend.

After a few more words on their travels north, holidays, and other inane comments, Caroline and Louisa declared it was time to leave. With a promise to call on Georgiana at another date, and a request to be remembered to Mr. Darcy, they left.

Once the sisters departed, Elizabeth and Georgiana returned to practicing for the evening's entertainment, and Jane was left alone with Lady Matlock to watch. The practice session did not run long, and soon Jane and Elizabeth also took their leave to prepare for dinner.