Chapter Twenty-One

Posted on: 2008-07-10

While Elizabeth, Jane, Lady Matlock and Georgiana were touring Arryndale, Darcy sequestered himself in his study under the pretence of tending to estate matters. The accounts for the month had to be balanced, letters to various friends were owed and a few instructions to his steward needed to be sent.

Throughout the afternoon, intermittent soft feminine laughter echoed from the main hallway, interrupting his concentration. Still, he could not help but smile. If that noise was any indication of how things were progressing, there was no cause for concern.

After a particularly long silence, he grew anxious. He set his books aside and began searching for reasons to seek out the ladies. His desire for a cup of tea, though feeble, served his purposes well. He was about to yield to his curiosity, when a knock came on his door. Fully expecting to see his aunt, he was a little irritated to see his butler, Mr. Andrews. To his further annoyance, the man came bearing news that Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst had called, and were currently in the music room with his other guests.

He knew he should rescue his sister and his betrothed, but remembering his aunt's influential presence, decided against it. He had no inclination to discuss his engagement with Miss Bingley, nor did he wish Elizabeth to have to bear witness to the way Miss Bingley fawned over him. With Lady Matlock present, Georgiana and Elizabeth would be quite safe, he reasoned.

He stared at the pile of letters on his desk with a frown. His mind was too distracted to tend to them now. Still parched, he poured himself a glass of wine and stared out the window at the gardens below. A few green bushes remained, but the rest of the foliage was brown with winter.

From a large barren tree, a wooden swing twisted about in the breeze. It had been many years since that board had held any weight with regularity. Georgiana was not one for solitary moments in the garden -- her preference being the music room and the pianoforte -- and he had not sat upon that seat since he was a boy.

His mind easily conjured an image of Elizabeth there with a book in her hand, or perhaps sharing a confidence with Georgiana. So many pleasant changes to come. He let out a hopeful sigh and then made a mental note to have the gardeners check it for safety, and re-hang it if necessary.

A firm knock interrupted his musings. Darcy bid entrance and was pleased, if not a little relieved, to see his aunt. He was briefly alarmed at the amount of time that had passed without his recollection, but that was unimportant at the moment.

"I will agree to sponsor your Miss Elizabeth," Lady Matlock said, without the ceremony of the usual niceties after they were seated. "She is perhaps not as refined as she ought to be, but it is as you say; she is genteel, and Georgiana is quite taken with her. You could have done much worse."

Darcy shrugged, as if aunt's response had been entirely predictable. Behind the indifference though, was the release of a month's worth of tension.

"There is plenty of work to be done before she is ready to navigate London's parlour rooms, but it is not as hopeless as I had feared."

"Miss Elizabeth will be very pleased to hear that." He could not help the hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I am assuming you already have formulated a plan?"

"Of course. I would like to take her shopping; she will need several new gowns, and of course the accessories. She needs to look the part. I trust you are prepared to finance this?" Receiving an affirming nod, she continued. "I will then introduce her to society by having her attend some teas and other social functions with me. Starting in March, I would like to remove her to Lanelle House. I will teach her how to run a house the size of Arryndale." She paused for a moment. "Miss Elizabeth does know her mathematics?"

"Yes, of course. Truly, she has studied more on that subject than a lady of her upbringing is encouraged." Seeing his aunt's displeasure, he questioned, "Does this concern you?"

Lady Matlock let out a soft sigh. "No, though she should be reminded that others may take offence at the notion."

The two spent another half hour discussing Lady Matlock's plans. In the end, Darcy was left with a list of merchants to contact to ensure payment for Elizabeth's wardrobe, the task of hiring a lady's maid for Elizabeth, and instructions for commissioning an artist to paint Elizabeth's portrait. Before closing their meeting, Darcy asked, "What of my uncle?"

"He will give his support." Lady Matlock paused. "A word of caution, Fitzwilliam. You must give people -- and I speak not only about Marcus -- some latitude on this subject of your bride. I have no fears Miss Elizabeth will eventually be accepted into society, but she will be viewed as an upstart and interloper. You have opened yourself and her to criticism, and can not expect everyone to be gracious and well pleased by your decision. There are any number of disappointed families who will take every opportunity to make their sentiments known. You can not cut off ties to everyone that slights Miss Elizabeth."

Tension once again began building. Darcy had wilfully ignored these truths of his society these past months, choosing instead to enjoy the company of his betrothed. His aunt was correct though; it could not be overlooked any longer. "I understand," Darcy replied curtly. "Though, I must also issue a warning. I will not tolerate any gross disrespect to Elizabeth. She may not have a large dowry or wealthy connections, but she is to be Mrs. Darcy, my wife, and Mistress of both Arryndale and Pemberley. Anyone who can not remember that will not be welcomed into any of my homes -- family or not." His face was hard and unmoving.

Lady Matlock nodded, and her lips pursed to hide a small smile that played at her lips. The vehemence with which her nephew spoke could be driven by only one thing; Darcy was smitten, even if he did not know it himself. It went against his very nature to willingly make himself a topic of the ton. If he was simply marrying for duty, another choice would have spared him the attention and speculation. He had chosen Elizabeth for more reasons than honouring an agreement.

"Very well." Lady Matlock stood. "I should return home; it is almost time to dress for dinner, and I need to have a discussion with Stephen and Marcus beforehand." She placed her hand on the door, but before opening it, said, "I offer you my congratulations on your engagement, Fitzwilliam, if I have not already done so." The slightest smirk touched her lips before she turned and left.

At the same time Darcy was in conference with his aunt, on the streets of London, Elizabeth listened to the clip-clop of the horse hoofs and the jangle of the carriage chains all the way back to Gracechurch Street. The steady rhythm was somehow comforting, and helped to quiet her rioting mind.

Some of her thoughts were of Lady Matlock, but most of them centred on Miss Bingley. That woman's audacity still stunned her. How dare that pernicious woman gloat of her success in front of Jane! She understood Miss Bingley to be suffering from disappointed hopes -- it was abundantly clear at Netherfield Miss Bingley expected to become the next Mrs. Darcy -- and could have excused the woman's curt manner towards herself, but to take out her frustrations on an innocent bystander like Jane was quite another matter. At least Jane will not have to suffer having such a sister. She reminded herself that she would have to have to tolerate the woman for the sake of Darcy's friendship with Mr. Bingley, but hoped the meetings would be infrequent.

Once home, the two sisters went their separate ways. After reassuring Elizabeth she was fine, Jane pleaded fatigue and retired, while Elizabeth went in search of her cousins. She had promised them a game of checkers, and had just enough time to follow through before needing to dress for dinner.

After the promised game, Elizabeth excused herself to ready for the evening. Jane was still resting, so Elizabeth opted to use the back parlour for dressing. It was not like Jane to nap so, and Elizabeth was growing concerned. Her anger towards both Miss and Mr. Bingley burned deeper.

She was arranging the last of her curls when Jane finally found her. To Elizabeth's relief, she was dressed and had a smile upon her face. Pleased by the change in her sister's countenance, Elizabeth smiled in return. "What do you think?"

"You look lovely," Jane replied.

Elizabeth gave her sister a supportive hug and then went to gather her gloves and reticule from their room. A moment later, Uncle Gardiner was calling to her to make haste as the carriage was waiting.

The Gracechurch Street party arrived at Arryndale House in good time. Elizabeth was suddenly struck with a pang of anxiety. What if I have misjudged Lady Matlock's reaction? What if she disapproves of me? Even if Lady Matlock approves, it does not mean the earl or the viscount will.

The moment she saw Darcy stand to greet her, all of her anxiety melted away. He was rather dashing in his formal evening wear; a look that was enhanced by the way his eyes smiled. From his easy manner, she surmised that Lady Matlock had given her a favourable review of the afternoon. She was desperate to inquire, but knew that discussion would have to wait until later, possibly even tomorrow. Tonight, she would be in the spotlight, and time for a small, private conversation was unlikely.

As Darcy approached, she held out her hand expectantly with a teasing smile.

Darcy did as bid, and kissed the proffered hand. "Welcome back, Elizabeth. I trust you are well?"

"Why thank you, good sir. I am."

He snickered at her teasing tone and then said, "I apologize for not seeing you off this afternoon."

"No need for apologies, sir, your sister was the perfect hostess." She winked at Georgiana, who then stepped forward and greeted Elizabeth with a hug.

After an exchange of salutations with the others, Darcy led the newly arrived to those already gathered and performed introductions.

The Fitzwilliams were all that was expected. Lady Matlock greeted Elizabeth with a gentle smile; the others, though courteous, were a bit standoffish. Elizabeth could see the scales of judgement tottering back and forth in their minds. She did her best to mask the feelings of apprehension. If this is the manner in which his family greets me, open sneers and direct cuts will be all too common amongst the ton.

She was grateful for the supportive touch of Darcy's hand as he gently guided her to a seat next to his sister on the settee. He then took a protective stance behind her.

"Miss Elizabeth," Lady Matlock began, breaking the frigid tension of the room. "I was hoping you would be free later this week for a bit of shopping, and perhaps tea at Lanelle House. There are a great number of things we must discuss, and I would not wish to bore the gentlemen with all of them."

"I would be delighted, Lady Matlock, to attend you whenever you wish." She could not help but be amused. Lady Matlock was making a statement to the other members of the family.

"I understand your father's estate is in Hertfordshire," the viscount commented with an aloof tone, in a show of obedience. Elizabeth replied in the affirmative. From there, a few more polite inquiries about her home and her family were asked and answered, until dinner was called.

Darcy led the way, with Elizabeth on his arm. The others paired off in the obvious couples, leaving Colonel Fitzwilliam to escort both Jane and Georgiana.

To Elizabeth's surprise, the dinner was very informal; there was not even arranged seating. Darcy naturally sat at one end, with Elizabeth to his left, while Georgiana sat at the other end. The others arranged themselves allowing pleasant conversation between the families.

Silence reigned, with the exception of the clanking of silver and china, as the first course was served, and continued on until Lady Matlock once again took it upon herself to lead the conversation. "Miss Elizabeth, I understand you are to attend the theatre in a few days time."

"Yes, your ladyship," Elizabeth replied. "Lord Blakeslee honoured us with an invitation. I am looking forward to the experience. My Aunt and Uncle Gardiner have taken my sister and me a few times, but we have never had the privilege of a private box. " She noticed the look of surprise on the faces of the Matlocks. Attempting to recover from the modest gaffe and lighten the mood, she hurriedly professed a preference to plays rather than opera, and inquired after the others' favourites.

Lord Matlock, however, pounced on the opening he had been waiting for and inquired, "Your parents must be pleased to see you will be so well settled."

She arched a brow at the thinly veiled insinuation. "They are happy for me, but I believe any parent would be content to know their daughter is marrying an intelligent, respectable man such as Mr. Darcy." She glanced at Darcy who was hiding behind a well placed glass of wine. She felt herself flush.

"But such an elevation in status is quite a boon for your family."

With a slight shrug, Elizabeth continued buttering a piece of bread. "It is, but since my father does not care for town, they are not in a position to reap such benefits."

Lord Matlock swallowed a gulp of wine and with a piercing eye on Elizabeth said, "You seem little affected by my nephew's wealth and status. I suppose you will now confess to feelings of undying love."

Elizabeth felt an almost overwhelming heat creep into her cheeks. She took a forestalling drink of wine and glanced at Georgiana, relieved to see her otherwise distracted. "Milord, while I care greatly for both your niece and nephew, I can not confess to such." She missed the pinched look that flickered across Darcy's face at her statement.

"Oh? Then what was your inducement for agreeing to the marriage."

Taking a moment to form her answer, she slowly chewed and swallowed a bite of food. Then, in a very serious tone, she replied, "Why, for his lively conversation. Surely you have noticed what a delightful companion Mr. Darcy is in a ballroom."

The table, including Lord Matlock, instantly erupted in laughter.

"Though, as you have keenly observed, milord," Elizabeth continued, "I have little to offer. Perhaps you should be asking your nephew why he chose to make me an offer. After all, as a lady, I can only accept or reject the proposal placed in front of me." Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and her lips curled impudently as she waited for Darcy's reply.

Darcy, dabbed the corners of his mouth his napkin, and then lightly cleared his throat. Looking as serious as ever, he said, "I thought my reason rather obvious." He paused for effect. "It was for your sizeable dowry."

This brought a new round of laughter. From there, dinner conversation was light and pleasant. Discussion topics came and went, ranging from music, to literature, to current affairs; side conversations began and ended, but, in general, a merry time was had by all.

There was a brief separation of the sexes, and when everyone was joined again, Elizabeth and Georgiana played the duet they had practiced earlier that afternoon. There were polite cries for an encore, but Elizabeth declined, only after encouraging Georgiana to play. After Georgiana performed another piece, conversation broke out again.

After some light discourse on music, the topic turned to reading. It began with a discussion on ladies' novels, but Darcy -- and by the looks of it the viscount as well -- could not appear interested in that discussion. In an attempt to entertain the gentlemen present, Darcy introduced the subject of a recent political treatise by Galt. He was shocked when Elizabeth announced, "I seldom read history or politics and never discuss them in mixed company."

All this was said with certainty and a very straight face; and the other ladies chimed in: "Indeed, those books are rather solemn." "It is so difficult when reading history to know how much is embellishment." "I am content to take the false with the true, but it is rare to find a lady with a real interest in the subject."

To learn that these ladies he held in esteem seldom read histories! To think he once thought all accomplished ladies improved their minds by extensive reading! The idea now seemed misinformed, or perhaps even foolish. But then he espied Elizabeth biting her lip, with a distinct glimmer in her eye. Impertinent woman; teasing him in his own home, in front of his own relations! How she had managed to garner the support of his aunt and cousin in the scheme, he would never know.

"I know, for a fact, that Mr Bennet has a generous number of such books in his home, and Elizabeth has surely read most of them. Aunt Meredith, you will soon learn that Elizabeth finds great enjoyment in professing opinions which are not her own."

"Mr Darcy! You would teach your aunt not to believe a word I say? It is very ungenerous of you. I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credit amongst your family. But you tempt me to retaliate. Shall I shock your relations with tales about you?"

There was some small laughter, before the discussion of Galt's writing began again.

Though she should have been paying attention to the conversation at hand, Elizabeth could not help noticing the way Colonel Fitzwilliam had once again singled Jane out, nor the way Jane blushed as he did so. He had escorted her sister to dinner, and was quick to regain her company when the gentlemen joined the ladies once again. Both times, Jane seemed to welcome his attentions. Is she doing it out of politeness, or does she truly welcome his advances? If so, what of Bingley? She looked to Darcy questioningly, but he seemed not to understand.

Realizing it was hardly the time to discuss it, with the colonel's parents so near. She made a mental note to bring it up with either Fitzwilliam or Jane when an opportunity arose. At the moment, it was time to concentrate on attending to the earl's polite but probing attention.

The night ended very different from its beginning. The Fitzwilliams had warmed to Elizabeth and her family. Lady Matlock, Lady Fitzwilliam, and Elizabeth had agreed upon a tea time, a shopping date, and an agreement for a walk with Georgiana in two days' time. Most important though, the support of the Fitzwilliam clan had been secured.

Darcy lay in bed that night, very pleased with how the day had passed. Elizabeth had charmed Stephen and his wife, Lady Matlock, and even Lord Matlock. Her wit and grace and removed any doubts of her as a suitable mate. Everything was progressing as planned.

He smirked with guilty satisfaction at the memory of his uncle offering both him and Elizabeth sincere congratulations on their engagement as the evening came to a close. With both the Matlocks and the Blakeslees' firm support, and Elizabeth's natural charm and grace, her acceptance was almost guaranteed. It was perfect.

He closed his eyes, as yet another weight was lifted from his shoulders. There was the upcoming night at the theatre that could prove to be difficult, but most people would proceed with caution. There would not be time for a great deal of conversation, and most would simply be looking to satisfy their curiosity with a glimpse at the future Mrs. Darcy.

The only disappointment of the evening was that he and Elizabeth had not had a moment of privacy. He had hoped to speak with Elizabeth about the theatre night after he gave her the necklace, but there was no opportunity.

He adjusted his pillow and turned over. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would ride over to Gracechurch Street and deliver the gift. Then they could speak about Lady Matlock's plans. He smiled at the idea. It was quite perfect, actually. He would ensure Georgiana was busy with her studies, and they could walk out a bit, just the two of them.

The following morning, Elizabeth busied herself in her aunt's kitchen, binding small bouquets of herbs for drying. She smiled at the small bunch of thyme she had just cut, wondering if she would still have time for such tasks once she became Mrs. Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley. She pressed her lips together tightly to hold back a giggle that threatened. It was still difficult to believe that she would be wife to Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Finished with the herbs, she moved on to the nosegay she had received the other day from Darcy. He continued to surprise her. When he had discussed making a show of their understanding, she had not expected gifts. She held the fragrant blossoms to her nose and inhaled once, before arranging them to be dried as well.

Overall, she was pleased with how things had proceeded. Little had changed between her and Darcy since the engagement. In fact, their agreement had been rather beneficial. They could write, without fear of discovery, and they could visit without questioning the frequency or length of the visits. Yes. Things were progressing quite nicely.

She held up the bouquet, looking it over one last time before finishing the bindings. A moment later, she chuckled to herself, remembering Darcy's nervousness at presenting the flowers and Georgiana's subsequent behaviour. She could not help wondering if flowers, much like the kisses on the hand, would be a regular occurrence. With little familiarity of the rituals of courtship, she was uncertain what else to expect. Then she realized she may be expected to return the gifts in kind. But what would be appropriate? What could she afford?

Making a mental note to discuss the topic with her aunt, she continued on with her task. After tying a final knot, she looked over the bound arrangement before placing it on a drying hook. With a giggle, she thought, I think I could get used to fresh flowers on a regular basis. Perhaps courting is not so bad.

Just as she was cleaning up, a maid entered and informed her that her presence was required in the front parlour.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Posted on 2008-07-24

"Fitzwilliam!" Elizabeth cried. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and she stood frozen in the entrance of the front parlour.

At receiving such an inauspicious reception, Darcy began to question the wisdom of his strategy. He looked nervously from Elizabeth to Mrs. Gardiner and back again. Realizing he needed to say something, he stuttered, "I... I am sorry. I will come back at another time." He bowed, as if to take his leave.

"No!" Elizabeth exclaimed, shaking herself from her stupor. "Please! Forgive me. I... I thought perhaps I had forgotten an engagement."

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Darcy stepped forward, but was forestalled from bestowing his usual kiss on the hand, as Elizabeth still had them clasped tightly in front of her.

"I apologize, my visit is unannounced." He smiled wanly. "I had hoped to speak with you last night, but there was no opportunity." Looking to Aunt Gardiner, he asked, "Would you mind if we take a brief stroll?"

At her aunt's hesitation, Elizabeth offered to take Samantha and Leah with them. It was not that her aunt objected to the walk, but rather the absence of help. The children were being particularly difficult that morning, and Aunt Gardiner was a bit under the weather. Furthermore, she was trying to finish up a few items to take the charity house she planned on visiting later that morning. After giving the two a relieved smile, Aunt Gardiner left to gather and dress the two girls.

"Are you truly well, Elizabeth? I can return another day."

"I was only surprised." Guiltily she confessed, "I... um... was just thinking about you," she mumbled, "and then suddenly you appeared. It was as if..." She let the words trail off, suddenly aware of the intimacy her words had implied.

The air thickened around them, and Darcy felt his heart racing. Unwilling to acknowledge the tension in the air, he pulled out the small gift, handed it to her, and then retreated a half-step. "I intended to give this to you last night, but there was not time." If he had hoped the gesture would thin the air, he was gravely mistaken.

"Fitzwilliam, you know I do not expect such things." The blush she had tried to keep at bay now radiated full force. Bashfully, she opened the gift, while trying to ignore Darcy's penetrating stare boring into her.

What she expected she did not know, but upon seeing the pendant set, she gasped loudly. Not even her father had given her such a gift. "Oh, Fitzwilliam! It is too much."

A broad smile broke free and he expelled a breath of relief. "I wanted to." Unconsciously, he stepped closer to her, and when she looked up at him, their eyes locked. For a moment, nothing but faint laboured breathing could be heard.

Finally, Darcy cleared his throat and looked downward at the velvet box in Elizabeth's hand. "I thought you might like something new to wear to the theatre." He could not help staring at her delicate, ungloved hand as she gently fingered the pearl tear drops.

"Thank you, Fitzwilliam," she said with tenderness and an appreciative gleam. "They will go perfectly with the gown I intended to wear." Feeling a need to dispel the mood that had descended, she teased, "If I did not know better, I might think you are marking your territory." She arched her brow and smiled impertinently. When Darcy only stared at her, she laughed nervously and added, "Though, who could object to such lovely gifts." Finally, the corners of his mouth moved upward.

A commotion and excited voices in the hall foretold their privacy was at an end. They each stepped back, putting some distance between them, and prepared to greet the young Gardiners.

Samantha entered the room and gave Darcy her best curtsey; Leah imitated her sister as best she could, but was too intimidated by the tall man to look at him directly.

"Where are we going?" Samantha inquired as her mother tied her bonnet.

"Where do you think we should go?" Darcy asked. He looked to Elizabeth, who was pulling Leah's arm through the sleeve of her pelisse. Samantha too looked to her cousin for ideas and then shrugged.

"There is a little shop just a few blocks away." Elizabeth suggested. "Perhaps we could go there. I believe my Aunt could use some Horehound drops." Her aunt returned a grateful smile.

Samantha and Leah squealed excitedly. "Calvin's!"

Pretending not to have heard the excited outburst, Darcy replied, "A candy store? I do not think children like peppermint sticks and gum drops. Perhaps some place else would be better..."

Panicked, Leah impatiently tugged at Elizabeth's cloak. "Cousin Lizzy, Cousin Lizzy, I like gum drops! Will you tell Mr. Darcy I like them very much?"

The adults in the room chuckled.

"Very well, to Calvin's we shall go," Elizabeth said. She then turned a serious look at her cousins. "But, you must share everything with your brothers. Mr. Darcy will not be pleased if he hears there was fighting."

The children nodded and gave their solemn promise. After receiving some final instructions from their mother, the two young girls led Elizabeth and Darcy out the door.

Samantha, keen on demonstrating her maturity, led the party towards the shop, while Leah followed as quickly as her short legs permitted. Before they had even passed three houses, the two sisters were carrying on and holding hands. Elizabeth and Darcy watched with amusement as Samantha tried to teach Leah how to skip. After seeing the two girls well entertained, Darcy asked, "Did you enjoy your afternoon with Lady Matlock?"

"I did. She is very kind." Elizabeth hesitated. "Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst called while we were having tea." She could not hide the annoyance in her voice.

"I heard. Was Miss Bingley rude to you?"

Elizabeth hesitated. "I was more concerned about her treatment of Jane." She paused. "While Miss Bingley must be nursing disappointed hopes, Jane has done nothing to deserve such cruelty." Seeing Darcy's grim expression, she said gently, "Fitzwilliam, there is no need to say or do anything. I would not wish to negatively affect your friendship with Mr. Bingley."

"I will not allow anyone, much less Miss Bingley, to disrespect you. And certainly not in my home." He inhaled deeply, keeping his anger in check. "I will leave instructions with Andrews that she is not to be admitted unless she is with her brother."

Elizabeth smiled at his protectiveness. "Truly, Fitzwilliam. I am able to withstand her remarks." She thought a moment. "I must remember to thank your aunt for coming to my defence. She..."

Their conversation was interrupted by the two girls excitedly dragging Elizabeth through the doors of the shop. For the next fifteen minutes, both Elizabeth and Darcy's attention were on the two girls, who were kindly showing them the store's offerings. After selecting a few items, Darcy insisted on paying, and the quartet made their way back to the Gardiners.

Once again, the youngest two walked ahead of their caretakers, each proudly carrying their own package. Samantha carried the gum drops; Leah carried the peppermint sticks; leaving Elizabeth to carry Aunt Gardiner's horehound throat drops.

It took Darcy little time to return to the conversation that had been interrupted by their errand. "Lady Matlock defended you in front of Miss Bingley?" He asked with a half smile. "I am pleased to hear it, though not entirely surprised. My aunt took a liking to you."

"I am very relieved to hear that."

"You should not have been so concerned. I had every faith in you." Darcy said. He looked away, hoping she would not read more into the statement than he intended.

Elizabeth averted her eyes, hoping her bonnet would hide her burning cheeks. The air about them seemed to once again become electrified. Having always turned to humour as her best weapon, Elizabeth said, "Perhaps you would have been less confident if you had been present the time Lady Matlock caught your cousin and me in a spitting contest on the second floor balcony at Pemberley." She laughed. "I was afraid when she saw me, it would be all she would remember."

Darcy laughed. "I had no idea you were so accomplished. Could I persuade you to demonstrate your unique talent?"

"Fitzwilliam Darcy!" Elizabeth cried, swatting him on the arm.

Darcy laughed again and grabbed his arm in mock distress.

With a roll of the eyes, Elizabeth said, "I can see the papers now... A certain lady said to be engaged to a well known gentleman of Derbyshire was seen expectorating near Cheapside... What would your aunt say then?"

"Point taken. I shall have to wait until we are at Pemberley."

Elizabeth quickened her step and sighed heavily. "You are insufferable some days." To this, Darcy could only grin. It was rare when he was able to get the upper hand when it came to teasing.

Realizing they were almost out of time, Darcy returned to the subject of Lady Matlock and discussed the plans she had laid out yesterday. Though there was a bit of apprehension over all that would be expected of her, and her objection to Darcy paying for her new attire, Elizabeth agreed to the scheme.

Upon their return, Darcy was invited to stay for tea, but declined. Elizabeth thanked him once again. Then, with a kiss on the hand, Darcy said his goodbyes and returned to Arryndale.

That night, as Elizabeth and Jane readied themselves for bed, Elizabeth showed her sister the gift she received.

"Oh, Lizzy! It is exquisite!"

Elizabeth nodded, but her brow was crumpled.

Concerned, Jane asked, "What is the matter?"

"It is so expensive."

Jane laughed lightly. "Oh Lizzy, Mr. Darcy bought it for you because he wanted you to have it." With a smirk, she added, "I believe you will simply have to get used to such gifts."

"I suppose," Elizabeth sighed with a hesitant nod.

"You are no fortune hunter, and Mr. Darcy knows it. Besides, what would Mama say if she found out you were returning his gifts?" The two girls laughed and spent a few minutes imitating their mother's dolorous complaints.

After composing themselves, Jane asked, "Did Mr. Darcy say anything else today?" She did not dare look at Elizabeth.

"No... What is the matter, Jane?"

Jane kept her back turned and diligently brushed through her hair. At Elizabeth's persistence though, she murmured, "Colonel Fitzwilliam spoke to Uncle Gardiner today."

Elizabeth's eyes widened, as big as saucers. "He has made you an offer? But when?"

"No! Nothing like that. He has only asked to call on me." She looked down at the bed.

For a moment, Elizabeth was speechless. "And you have agreed?"

"Yes. Oh Lizzy! Please do not be angry."

"I could never be angry at you, dear Jane." She proceeded carefully. "I am only surprised. I had thought you were waiting to see Mr. Bingley."

"He may have changed his mind." The rejection was clear in both Jane's tone and demeanour. "Surely he knows of your engagement, and yet he has made no effort these last months to send word." She looked at Elizabeth questioningly. Receiving a negative response, she said, "Besides, Miss Bingley would not favour the match, and I could never come between family members."

"Do not let Miss Bingley deter you, Jane," Elizabeth replied forcefully, still incensed at that woman's ill manners. "She means to make everyone suffer her disappointment, though everyone knows Fitzwilliam never had any inclination towards her. If Mr. Bingley is attached to you, he will deal with his sister." Then after taking a cleansing breath, she smiled. "But enough of Miss Bingley. Do you like Colonel Fitzwilliam, Jane?"

Jane blushed. "He is very kind, and even though he is not like Mr. Bingley, he is a good man. He brings out a side of me I did not know existed. The way you bring Mr. Darcy out of his reserve."

"I have no idea of what you speak Jane." Elizabeth clipped.

"Lizzy!" Jane scolded. "You know very well what I am talking about."

"If you say so, Jane, but it is only because we have known each other for many years." Noting the knowing look on her sister's face, she changed the subject. "Truly, Jane, I have no objection to Colonel Fitzwilliam. I only do not wish you to be hurt. He is a second son, and a soldier. He has very little for income."

"I know that, Lizzy; but I am not in need of a great deal of comforts if my husband loves me."

Elizabeth smiled. "It is all I have wanted for you, dearest. You are too good not be loved."

"Thank you, Lizzy." With that, Jane blew out the candles and the two snuggled under the bed covers.

Elizabeth lay awake for sometime afterwards, wondering if Jane had true feelings for Colonel Fitzwilliam or if he was simply a diversion from her broken heart; and what would happen once they encountered Mr. Bingley. Being friends with her betrothed, their meeting was inevitable. Then there was Darcy's reaction to consider. Would he be angry? Would he wish to break the engagement? He had mentioned Colonel Fitzwilliam's need to marry for fortune. Faced with the effects of their engagement, would he wish to reconsider? She was somewhat surprised to discover she hoped he did not.

It had been two days since Darcy had spoken to Elizabeth at any great length. After the trip to the candy shop, he realized he was in very grave danger of feeling more for her than he should. That was simply something he could not afford to do. Elizabeth had made it clear she viewed him only as a dear friend, and he would do nothing to jeopardize that friendship. All he needed was a little distance, and everything would be fine. He resolved not to spend any time in her company until the evening of the theatre.

To that end, he had escorted Georgiana to Gracechurch Street the day before for a visit, but under the guise of business, did not stay. Today, he and Bingley were on the way to Boodle's for lunch. It had been far too long since they had conversed. If only he could get Bingley out of this shop.

With nothing to do but wait, Darcy casually looked over the collection of statuettes. Every once in a while, one would catch his eye, but would be discarded upon closer examination. He personally had no need for the figurines, but if he found one that resembled...

He roughly turned from the table, and chastised himself for once again thinking about her. Why did she always seem to invade his thoughts at the most inopportune times? Like yesterday, when Georgiana had caught him staring blankly at a wall of books in the library, completely ignoring the open book in his lap. He had to admit, the excuse he had used then was feeble even to his own ears, and based on the giggle his sister had attempted to hide, she had not believed it either. At least she had the grace to fake it.

He walked over to where Mr. Bingley was standing, just a little too closely next to Miss Crandall. He cleared his throat to alert them of his presence.

"Forgive me, Darcy," Bingley said. "It shall be but another moment. You will not mind escorting Miss Crandall to her brother will you? It is on the way to the club."

With no choice but to acquiesce, Darcy shrugged. "I will be outside." He was uncertain what interest Bingley had in Miss Crandall, but the lady's presence at least explained Bingley's sudden interest in porcelain. He would have preferred to leave the lady behind, but Bingley had given him no option. He felt his stomach rumble; the sooner they were relieved of Miss Crandall's company, the better.

Thankfully, as promised, it was only a few minutes before the three were once again on their way. They rounded the corner, and much to his surprise, he found his betrothed walking towards him. Like an addict tasting opium for the first time in days, he smiled broadly at her, until he noticed she was holding the arm of his friend, Lord Blakeslee, and smiling up at him.

"Darcy!" Blakeslee greeted. "I seem to have found something of yours," he jested.

Darcy nodded and made a point of kissing Elizabeth's hand and then tucking it into the crook of his arm. "Blakeslee. I thank you for taking such prodigious care of my betrothed -- even without my asking." He hated the feeling of jealousy that emerged, especially when it was directed at his best friend. This however, did not stop him from giving Wesley a friendly warning.

"I found a little something for myself as well," Wesley added.

Noticing Jane for the first time, a wave of relief washed over him. His friend's interest was directed elsewhere.

"Lord Blakeslee," Bingley greeted. "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth."

"Mr. Bingley," the two sisters greeted in unison. Elizabeth could not help the way her eyes widened. She had not expected the meeting between her sister and Mr. Bingley to take place in quite this manner. She looked to Jane and grew concerned at her sister's pale countenance. Regardless of what her sister had said, it was plain she still felt Mr. Bingley's defection acutely.

"Mr. Bingley, would you introduce us to your friend?" Blakeslee said, cheerfully.

"Lord Blakeslee, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet, may I present Miss Crandall. Miss Crandall, Lord Blakeslee, Miss Elizabeth, Darcy's fiancée, and her sister Miss Bennet." Mr. Bingley replied, stiffly.

Being a protective sister, Elizabeth could not help appraising the blonde lady that hung from Mr. Bingley's arm. She was pretty, but there was something about her air that reminded Elizabeth of Miss Bingley; and though she was admittedly biased, Elizabeth thought Jane to be more beautiful, no matter how much Miss Crandall spent on her gowns. Despite all this, she could not help but notice how the way Miss Crandall's yellow gown seemed to compliment Bingley's blue jacket and waistcoat, and had to admit that they did make a handsome couple.

She tore her eyes away from the lady, hearing Mr. Bingley addressing her. "Forgive the tardiness, but allow me to offer my congratulations to you both on Miss Elizabeth's engagement," Bingley said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bingley," Elizabeth replied, hoping the anger she felt towards the man was not evident. Feeling unequal to maintaining a civil tongue towards Mr. Bingley or Miss Crandall, she turned to her betrothed. "Mr. Darcy, what brings you and Mr. Bingley out today?"

"Bingley and I are headed to Boodle's for lunch, after we escort Miss Crandall to meet her brother. But..." He looked down at her, hoping for an invitation to join her and her sister. His previous resolve was all but forgotten.

"There is no need to change your plans. We are to meet my aunt for lunch. We happened upon Lord Blakeslee at the bookstore, and he has been kind enough to offer his escort."

"I am glad to see you are in excellent hands, and I will not delay you any further," Darcy answered, belying his disappointment.

"Well then, I must see to my charges before their aunt wonders what has become of them." A moment later, Wesley called back teasing, "Have no fear, Darcy. I shall take excellent care of your fiancée."

"Then it will be pistols at dawn, my friend," Darcy retorted, half in jest. He immediately scolded himself once again. He was acting like a lovesick fool! It had been but eight and forty hours since he had resolved to keep his distance. Yet the moment he saw her, he could think of nothing else but remaining in her company. He was fortunate, he told himself, that she had declined the offer. He would have to be more diligent in the future.

The rest of the way to Boodle's was traversed in silence, except for the moment in which Miss Crandall left their company. Much to Darcy's surprise, Bingley had turned from his usual jovial, talkative self, to something more reminiscent of himself, sombre and taciturn. He could not help but wonder if Bingley still felt something for Miss Bennet. If that was true though, what he was doing with Miss Crandall? From what Elizabeth had told him, Miss Bennet was rather distressed over his friend's departure, so surely she would be receptive to his attentions...

After finding a place at the club that would afford them a bit of privacy, Darcy prepared to question his friend over his odd behaviour. Before he could begin though, Bingley hissed out, "Why did you not tell me they would be on Bond Street today?"

Darcy raised a curious brow towards his friend, his suspicions starting to become confirmed. "I only knew Miss Elizabeth and her sister to be out shopping; and from the way you had Miss Crandall hanging on your arm, I am surprised it matters."

"You could have told me they were out shopping today," came the petulant retort. To this, Darcy snorted. As if I would share Elizabeth's every move.

"Lord Blakeslee. He is courting Miss Bennet?" Bingley asked.

Darcy took a moment to measure his friend's countenance. Unless, he was misreading his friend, Bingley was jealous; though he had no idea why. It had been Bingley's decision to remain in London last December. "He has shown her some attention."

"Is anyone courting her?" Bingley asked, clearly feigning indifference. Darcy fought the urge to scoff. Bingley never could hide his emotions well; it was why he had always advised his friend to stay away from high stakes games.

"I could not say," Darcy replied, being intentionally precise. "Miss Elizabeth has not informed me of anyone asking her father's permission to court Miss Bennet."

Before anything else could be said though, they were interrupted by another mutual friend, Mr. Woodall.

The walk back to the café began again in silence. Elizabeth could not help but feel for her sister; to see Mr. Bingley after all this time, and with another woman on his arm no less, had to be disheartening at best. If only Jane had listened to her and Mr. Darcy. Admittedly, she had hoped Bingley would prove Darcy wrong at the time, but faced with indisputable evidence, the only thing left to do was to console her sister.

Realizing her sister was in no condition to carry on discourse of any kind, she took it upon herself to keep Lord Blakeslee from inquiring after the sudden change. "May I ask, Lord Blakeslee, is Haydn a favourite of yours?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ah, you speak of the performance at the theatre we are to see."

"I was curious if the performance is a particular favourite of yours, or if it was simply what you knew to be playing at the time?"

Lord Blakeslee snickered at her impertinence. "I would not consider Haydn a favourite, but I do find his use of the different instruments intriguing. It is as though each one has a personality of their own and it is his duty to bring together the parts that complements each other." He looked to Miss Bennet and then back to Elizabeth. "And what is your opinion of the composer, Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth sighed internally, knowing Lord Blakeslee had seen in her sister what she had. Though, unlike her, he probably did not understand the reason. She smiled, "I am afraid you will find I am less schooled in the arts, and my observations tend to follow popular opinion; Beethoven and Mozart are both favourites of mine."

"And of the two?"

"I must confess to preferring Mozart, for you see, milord, I dearly love to laugh, and so much of Beethoven's music seems angry and dark."

Lord Blakeslee chuckled. "Then it seems my friend, Darcy, will have to persuade you of Herr Beethoven's merits."

A moment later, and before Elizabeth could reply, they found themselves in front of the café. Lord Blakeslee graciously declined the invitation to join them, and took his leave,

"Darcy! Bingley!" Mr. Woodall greeted. "How good to see you."

It had been a while since Darcy had been at the club, and he was pleased to see his good friend. He stood, along with Bingley to greet him, and then invited him to join them.

"Allow me to offer you my congratulations on your engagement, Darcy." Woodall said, taking a seat. Darcy nodded deeply in acceptance, and smiled a secret smile that only appeared when he thought about Elizabeth.

Woodall then turned to Bingley. "I had the pleasure of seeing your sister today, Bingley, when she called on my own." With a light laugh he added, "I believe the two of them were commiserating over the loss of Darcy's bachelorhood. Though, your sister mentioned something about an estate in Hertfordshire?"

Darcy listened intently. He too was curious what Bingley had planned to do with Netherfield. He was fully surprised when Bingley said, "I was leasing an estate there, but found it not to my liking." He had been certain Bingley intended to return there in the spring. Before he could raise the question though, Woodall asked, "Then you are looking for a new one?"

Bingley nodded and asked, "Your wife is in good health?" leaving Darcy to wonder when Bingley had made such a decision, and why. Unfortunately, Bingley had changed the subject, and he could not ask any more questions.

"She is." Woodall said proudly. "We expect her time to come very soon."

Darcy raised his glass in a toast. "My congratulations and best wishes then, for the health of both her and the babe."

"Thank you," Mr. Woodall replied. "Now then, Darcy, my wife and sister would never forgive me if I do not at least attempt to pry the details of your engagement and wedding from you."

Shaking his head in false dismay, Darcy smirked. Then, seeing a perfect opportunity to spread word of his family's previous connection to the Bennets said, "I am certain Miss Bingley will provide your sister all the details." Miss Woodall was known to be a bit of a gossip, and had entry into all the parlour rooms of the ton. Carefully playing his cards, he said, "However, so you do not go home empty handed, my betrothed is Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Her father was a friend of my father, and Miss Elizabeth was his goddaughter. We are to be married in April from my bride's home in Hertfordshire. After our wedding trip, we shall spend the Season in town." When he was finished speaking, he took a steadying deep breath. Bandying about his family business went against his very nature. Unfortunately, in this instance, it was necessary to ease Elizabeth's acceptance amongst his peers.

"I look forward to meeting her, though with my wife's condition, it may be some time."

"Both my betrothed and I will be in London until the wedding nears. Send ‘round your card." Darcy offered, sincerely. He hoped his friend could provide some distraction from his usual preoccupation. He thought about her entirely too much. While she was his betrothed, she was his friend first. He needed to remember that

Chapter Twenty-Three

Posted on: 2008-08-07

Finally, the night of the theatre arrived. As Elizabeth readied herself, she vacillated between nervous self-doubt, and excited anticipation. It was the first public outing with Mr. Darcy since their engagement.

From her discussions with him, she had some idea of what to expect, but instead of easing her mind, it heightened her anxiety. It was daunting to imagine being so sought after. She was, after all, still just Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn, an inconsequential estate in Hertfordshire. The true crux of her agitation, however, stemmed from the knowledge that the ton's curiosity over her was not borne from a desire to befriend her, but rather to find fault with her. She had no doubt that by the end of the evening, her vanity would be in tatters.

She turned her thoughts back to her preparations, trying to remain calm. In the mirror, she could see her aunt's maid, Joyce, arranging Jane's curls. "There you are, miss," Joyce said to her sister. "I ain't never done hair for bein' in the company of a lord though." She watched as Jane studied her looks before giving her approval.

Her sister was taking extra care with her dress this evening, and Elizabeth could not help wondering if Jane was trying to impress Lord Blakeslee. Why should she not? Lady Jane did sound well. Oh dear, now I sound like Mama. Alarmed at the notion, she quickly returned to her own preparations, pulling out the box that held the pendant Darcy had given her. She stared at its contents momentarily, still finding it difficult to believe she owned such finery.

Joyce assisted her in putting it on, but before Elizabeth could appreciate the effect, Jane exclaimed, "Oh, Lizzy! That matches beautifully with your gown."

Feeling self-conscious, Elizabeth hid the pendant with her hand, almost wishing she had not agreed to wear it. "I fear it is all people will notice." She could already hear the whispers of "fortune hunter," "upstart," "arts and allurements..." Worse, she could not refute accusations of marrying Darcy for his money; it had been the impetus for her acceptance.

"It was very thoughtful of Mr. Darcy," Jane said, pulling Elizabeth from her self-loathing. "Mama was right. ‘What jewels you shall have!'"

Her sister's imitation of her mother caused Elizabeth's worries to dissolve into a fit giggles. Before her concerns could return, a carriage could be heard in front of the house, and the girls were being called post haste.

When Darcy first spied Elizabeth, he was certain she was a chimera sent to torment him. Her gown showed her light and pleasing figure to great advantage, and her hair was done up in a fashion that seemed to accentuate her very fine eyes. It was not until Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner greeted him, that he was convinced she was real. Barely in control of his faculties, he returned a brief greeting.

"Will Georgiana not be joining us this evening?" Elizabeth inquired, dismissing the unfamiliar expression Darcy wore.

"She rode ahead with the Dowager and Mr. Pearce," Darcy replied stiffly. Then, regaining his manners, said, "You look..." He struggled for the correct word. How did one compliment a friend on her appearance? "... very pretty, Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth replied with false coyness. She greeted Lord Blakeslee, who had already moved to Jane's side. After a gathering of cloaks, gloves, and beavers, the party was underway.

As the carriage neared the theatre, Elizabeth could not help examining the crowd, and all of her unease returned. She tried to tell herself that it did not matter what they thought, but to little effect. Before stepping out of the carriage, she took a deep breath. Stop acting like such a ninny.

Darcy offered her his arm, which she accepted with a smile, and felt her courage rise. She was not alone, and Darcy would not permit anything untoward to occur. She made a point of holding her head high, and almost succeeded in ignoring the stares directed towards her as they made their way to the Blakeslee box.

The moment they reached the box, she was greeted by a warm embrace from Georgiana, and relaxed even more. There was a brief exchange of greetings, but as the performance was to begin soon, all other discourse was put on hold.

She was about to invite Georgiana to sit with her, but her future sister was already being escorted by Darcy to a seat beside Mr. Julian Pearce. Certain Darcy would want his sister nearby, Elizabeth was confused by his actions, until she realized a more ideal seating arrangement was quite impossible. The others had already claimed their seats, and there were now only two vacant chairs in the back row.

Her disappointment must have shown, because as soon as she was seated, Darcy asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"I am. I had only thought to sit with Georgiana..."

Darcy looked over at his sister, who appeared to be exchanging polite conversation with Julian Pearce. "She is fine. She has known the Pearces all her life."

If Elizabeth was surprised by Darcy's cavalier attitude, she did not have a chance to express it. The lights dimmed at that moment, and the curtain rose, indicating the beginning of the performance.

After the performance and a light dinner at Arryndale, the Gardiners, Jane and Elizabeth returned to Gracechurch Street. Elizabeth pled fatigue and retired before her aunt or sister could draw her into recounting the evening. In truth, sleep was far from her mind. Her spirits were low, and she needed solitude to order her thoughts.

Once alone, she began to undress, not even waiting for the appearance of the maid to assist her, and replayed the night in her head.

The evening had not ended nearly as well as it had begun. Something had gone dreadfully wrong; though what it was, she could not say. Darcy had been in a foul mood ever since intermission, even though she had thought things had progressed better than expected.

It was true, the attention of the other theatre patrons was a bit overwhelming, but no one had insulted her directly. There were several cool looks, a number of impertinent questions, and a few suggestive statements, but nothing unexpected and no grave insults. If anything, the experience was a bit repetitive. The same questions were asked again and again, and she attempted to smile pleasantly while replying with the same inane answers. My father's estate is in Hertfordshire. No, he does not have house in town. Yes, I knew Lady Anne Darcy. I have often been to Pemberley. I play the pianoforte, but only a little. No, I did not study under a master."

The only break from this ritual was the appearance of Miss Bingley, with her brother and another young lady dutifully following her. With a shake of the head, Elizabeth mused over the woman's boldness and conceit.

"Lady Blakeslee! Mr. Darcy! How wonderful to see you!" Miss Bingley cried as she made her way through the gathered crowd in the Blakeslees' box. She had spared the briefest of glances in Elizabeth's direction, before returning her focus to Mr. Darcy. "It has been an age, Mr. Darcy." Then, turning to Mr. Bingley with a coquettish smile, Miss Bingley drawled, "Charles, we really must invite the Darcys over for dinner soon."

Elizabeth felt Darcy stiffen at Miss Bingley's attention, and then place a protective hand over hers. "I had the pleasure of dining with your brother the other day, Miss Bingley," Darcy replied, and then nodded to Bingley in greeting. "You remember my betrothed, Miss Elizabeth, do you not, Miss Bingley."

With a pinched smile, Miss Bingley clipped, "Why of course... May I wish you joy, Mr. Darcy." She seemed to choke on the words. Then, with a forced half laugh, she added, "I must own, I thought it quite a lark when I first heard of it. That is until Charles confirmed it." She looked as though she would say something else, but did not.

"I assure you, Miss Bingley," Darcy said, gravely serious, "it is no lark. Elizabeth and I are to be wed in April." The chime of the warning bell had saved them all from further discourse.

Having done away with the rest of the finery of the evening, Elizabeth rubbed the pendant and chain with a soft cloth and tucked it in its case. She giggled over the remembrance of Miss Bingley's double take and almost feral look when she noticed the bauble. For a moment, Elizabeth had feared Miss Bingley might have tried to snatch it from around her neck. Thankfully, it had not come to blows.

Elizabeth trudged the few steps to the bed and slipped under the counterpane. She still did not understand her betrothed's changed demeanour. Was she the only who had noticed it? She let out a frustrated sigh and continued recounting the evening.

While Darcy had never been comfortable around Miss Bingley, his ill humour was rarely displayed in the lady's presence. Then recalling Mr. Bingley's behaviour, Elizabeth considered he may have been the source of her betrothed's incommodity. Mr. Bingley had done little more than give a silent greeting during the entire exchange; quite the opposite of his usual friendly interactions. Perhaps Darcy had mentioned Miss Bingley's visit to Arryndale to Bingley, and their relationship had become strained over it. If that was the cause though, why had he appeared so jovial earlier in the evening? No, it was something more than a strained friendship.

While she understood his discomfort in public, his reticence continued, even in his own home. All through dinner, and coffee and cakes afterwards, he was polite, but contributed little to the conversation. She had attempted to relieve the strain of a taciturn host and shy hostess by trying to make herself agreeable to all the guests, and though it was not yet her role, gave attention to the Blakeslees, as was fitting of longstanding friends of Mr Darcy. Was it possible he was angry at her for her presumption?

It would certainly explain his coldness when they had said their goodbyes. Darcy had kissed her hand, but it was merely a peck; and when he handed her into the carriage, he had turned immediately, instead of waiting to see her secure in a seat.

Had she been too presumptuous? Was it causing him to regret their engagement? Unable to help herself, she began listing the reasons why it was possible. First there was the attention of the ton, and the increased attention from Miss Bingley. Then there was Colonel Fitzwilliam asking to call on Jane, not to mention Lord Blakeslee's marked attention to her sister. If that was not enough, there was her bold presumption that evening. The icing on the cake was the expenditures he had taken upon himself in securing her a new wardrobe and a ladies maid. The pendant she wore that night had cost him plenty! She felt her stomach lurch. It was becoming too much for him! It would be too much for any person in Darcy's position. She felt a cold shiver as she contemplated how long the engagement would last, and knowing once the engagement ended, the friendship likely would too.

Realizing there was nothing she could do, she closed her eyes and attempted to think on something else, anything else. It was not to be. Over and over, she practiced gracefully accepting his decision, while searching for the right words that might save their friendship. Needless to say, she tossed and turned most of the night, not falling asleep until the early hours of morning.

The doors to Arryndale House had been locked long ago, and the servants dismissed for the night. Yet, in the Master's Suite, a single candle burned, while the master of the house brooded in front of the hearth.

How? He asked himself over and over again. How did I let this happen? How did I not see this coming? Despite his every inclination and attempt at a logical explanation, he had to admit he was in love with Elizabeth. But how had it happened?

When did Li'l Beth turn into Elizabeth? And when did Elizabeth turn into... well... Elizabeth. He felt like beating his head against the wall.

Realizing the futility of those questions, he turned his thoughts to the other questions that had plagued his conscience, like how to protect Elizabeth from the ton? Throughout the introductions during the evening's intermission, he had noticed each and every appreciative look and leer sent in her direction, and he had been powerless to stop them.

To make matters worse, Elizabeth had returned that bewitching, teasing smile to those men; the one that seemingly dared the recipient to try and intimidate her. Did she not realize how that only increased her desirability? And that not all men were honourable?

He let out an audible groan at the visceral reaction the mere thought of those pretty lips curled in that manner inspired. He needed to quit thinking of her, and now. He groped around for something else... someone else... a name. Wesley. Yes, he would think about his friend. It was Wesley's fault they had been there that night.

He felt better as desire turned towards anger. It was Wesley's fault Elizabeth had been subjected to such attentions. He was the one who suggested the theatre. If that was not enough, Wesley had monopolized Elizabeth's attention throughout dinner and dessert. Darcy's scowl grew, remembering the way the two of them had jousted and laughed together. Anger then turned to alarm. If things continued in this manner, he realized, it would only be a matter of time before Wesley realized his error and turned his attention from Jane to Elizabeth. Wesley was an astute man, and would have noticed Elizabeth's keen intelligence and sharp wit. Once Wesley began paying her attention, Elizabeth was sure to fall for his easy manner and charm. All women did. Then all would be lost. He would have to let her go; not only because they had given each other leave to break the engagement, but also because he wanted her to be happy.

He punched the back of a nearby chair angrily. How had he not predicted this? How had he let this happen? He had thought himself quite clever in suggesting Elizabeth spend time in town. This... these feelings... were not part of the plan! He needed to get things back on course

. He took a deep breath and shook out the pain in his fisted hand. He would conquer this. If he fell in love, he could fall out of love. Had he not seen Bingley do it a hundred times? It would just take a little diligence on his part. He would quit loving Elizabeth. He would!

Two days following the theatre, Lord Blakeslee entered Arryndale and knocked on the door to Darcy's study. When he was bid entry, he sauntered in and drawled, "I am surprised to find you here. I expected you to be spending all your time with your lovely fiancée."

A jealous rage surged through Darcy, but he quickly squelched it. "Not that it is any of your concern, but I am trying to finish some business so I can join her for tea." He did nothing to hide his irritation at the interruption.

"Still brooding, I see. I suppose I might be too if it were my sister enjoying my betrothed's company, while I was stuck with only tedious papers." Blakeslee chuckled. "You do have it bad, ol' man."

Darcy glowered at him, though the unasked question was visible in the arch of his brow. "Cardwell told me Miss Darcy was out with Miss Bennet. Mother asked me to invite her to tea this afternoon, since Julian leaves for Cambridge in less than a se'nnight."

"Perhaps something can be arranged for tomorrow, but there is no hurry. Georgiana's coming out is not for two years." When Blakeslee shrugged, Darcy stated, "Surely you did not come all this way to issue an invitation to tea."

"No. I came to see if you were out of your black mood yet, which I see you are not, and to issue you a warning."

"When, pray tell, was I in a black mood?" Darcy's eyes narrowed, the only indication of his flared temper.

Wesley chuckled, "The night of the theatre. You sulked through dinner, and then all but pushed us out the door."

"I am surprised you noticed." Distracted as you were with MY Elizabeth.

"Of course I noticed; who could not? You barely spoke to Miss Elizabeth, much less anyone else. I do hope you have apologized to her already, or you will be fortunate not to find your tea in your lap."

Darcy hung his head in shame. "I apologize." He ran a hand through his hair. "It was a difficult evening. I... I had not expected so much attention..." When Wesley scoffed, he added hastily, "I meant towards Elizabeth. She is unused to such scrutiny, and I had hoped to spare..."

"Mother said she seemed to fare well..." Blakeslee eyed Darcy carefully. When his friend said nothing, he baited, "If I did not know better, I would say you were having a lover's tiff." He snickered and held up his hands. "No, I do not wish to know the details, but if is it true, I suggest you make amends. You look wretched."

If only it was that simple. "I have done nothing wrong; Elizabeth and I are not quarrelling." Then, in an impatient tone, he asked, "Have you any further business? I would like to finish these papers and must leave in an hour."

"Very well." Blakeslee paused for a moment, carefully phrasing his words. It was a sensitive topic, so caution was required. "How are things between you and Mr. Bingley?"

"Fine. We had lunch just the other day. Why do you ask?"

"I saw Miss Bingley at the theatre. She seems to be harbouring a grudge against all the Bennets; she was rather disparaging to Miss Bennet."

Darcy's jaw hardened. "Miss Bingley harboured deep hopes of becoming Mrs. Darcy. What has this to do with her brother?"

"Mr. Bingley was with her, and did nothing to curb his sister's tongue. He does not posses any ill feelings towards the Bennets, does he?"

"Hardly. Why you are discussing this with me? Or have you taken to the gossip rooms."

"Nothing like that," Blakeslee chortled. "Only a few interesting occurrences I thought you should be made aware of. Despite being the progeny of a tradesman, Miss Bingley is more well-known amongst Town than your Miss Elizabeth; and if Miss Bingley is as you say, she is most likely making her opinion of the Bennets widely known. And, with the company Mr. Bingley seems to be keeping these days..."

"Company?"

"Saw him at Watier's the other night, with Greisen of all people, and someone else with whom I am unacquainted." Darcy pursed his lips. Bingley had been merely a casual acquaintance of Greisen's in his later years Cambridge, and for good reason. Greisen's reputation was well known; he was a gambler and a rake. "From the look on Mr. Bingley's face, he was a bit foxed and not faring very well."

"Bingley is his own man, what he does is his own business," Darcy retorted, feigning disinterest. "Unless he acts against the Bennets or myself, it is not of my concern."

"All the same... You should be wary of him, and especially his sister's company. They could make things difficult for your Miss Elizabeth."

"I will take it under advisement. Thank you, Wesley." Darcy glanced once again at the clock. "Is there anything else?"

Wesley shook his head with half chuckle. "No, no... I shall not delay your reunion with your Miss Elizabeth, any longer."

After Wesley left Arryndale, Darcy quickly finished a last few items of business, and then readied himself to meet Elizabeth for tea. Franklin had him impeccably dressed in no time; all that was left was the mental preparation.

What Wesley had said about the Bingleys intrigued him more than he had let on, but his bigger concern was Elizabeth. If his friend and Lady Blakeslee had noticed his grim demeanour the other night, Elizabeth would have too. He would apologize, but without explaining the source of his discomfiture. Most importantly, he would remain in control of his feelings. Distant, but friendly, he reminded himself.

On the way to Gracechurch Street, he made an unplanned stop at a flower cart. It had been a while since he had dealt with an angry Elizabeth, but a peace offering could never hurt.

Armed with two bouquets in his hand, he marched up the stairs to the house. Before knocking on the door, he took a deep breath. Distant, but friendly. I am just here to see Li'l Beth. He repeated the name a few times, making sure he was master of himself, and then he knocked on the door.

He was greeted promptly by a servant, and shown into the front parlour, where Mrs. Gardiner was tending to her sewing. "Mrs. Gardiner," he greeted. Then, extending the larger of the two bouquets, he offered, "These are for you."

Mrs. Gardiner declared it beautiful, and then handed it to a maid to put in a vase. "The others are still out, but I expect them back any moment."

Darcy took the seat offered, and did his best to make small talk with the lady. Aunt Gardiner accepted his apology with a gracious, light laugh. Then, after a few awkward moments, they reached the topic of Lambton. On a topic Darcy felt comfortable speaking, time passed quickly, and before he knew it, there was a commotion in the front of the house.

He heard a gentle laugh he immediately recognized as Elizabeth's, and almost instantly, his heart began to race. Li'l Beth, Li'l Beth, Li'l Beth. He repeated the mantra until his heart beat returned to normal, just in time to see Elizabeth turn the corner, her arm hooked with Georgiana's.

"Fitzwilliam!" they greeted in unison.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Pea Head?" He received first a scowl, and then a kiss on the cheek as Georgiana passed him to take a seat.

He turned to Elizabeth. "Good morning, Elizabeth. I apologize for my delay." He kissed her hand and then presented her with the bouquet he still held. Taking a half step closer, he said, "These, um, these are for you." He shifted awkwardly, as she held the fragrant blossoms to her nose.

"They are lovely. Thank you." A faint pink touched her cheeks.

Plunging ahead, he said lowly, "I must apologize for my behaviour the other night. I... " He was cut short by the sight of Colonel Fitzwilliam, escorting Jane into the room. Surprised by the presence of his cousin, Darcy sent an inquiring look to Elizabeth, who simply mouthed, "Later."

Seeing as that had to suffice for now, he greeted Miss Bennet and his cousin, and then followed the party back into the parlour.

Tea was a pleasant event, with light, easy conversation. By the time it was time to return to Arryndale, Darcy had been fully restored to his former self. Her presence, her smile directed at him, her fine eyes that sparkled with intelligence and twinkled with laughter, it was all that was needed to calm the tempest that had been raging inside him these last days.

As much as he did not want to leave, he knew it was time. The moth had dabbled long enough with the flame.

After taking his leave of Mrs. Gardiner, he and Georgiana were seen to the door by Elizabeth, leaving Jane and Colonel Fitzwilliam to follow. Georgiana stood off to the side, allowing the engaged couple a moment of privacy.

"What is my cousin doing here?" Darcy said, asking the question that had been niggling at him.

"I thought you knew," Elizabeth whispered defensively.

"No." He fought to keep the irritation out of his voice. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Seeing Jane, newly adorned with a flower, and Colonel Fitzwilliam by her side, he said lowly, "May I call on you tomorrow?" He had promised to keep his distance, but this was necessary, he rationalized. He needed to determine what, if anything, existed between his cousin and Miss Bennet.

"I am to call on your aunt again tomorrow morning, but perhaps in the afternoon, we might take a stroll, if the weather cooperates?" Elizabeth suggested.

A large grin unconsciously appeared, and threatened to split Darcy's face. "Would you be opposed to lunch at Arryndale with my sister and me, and then a stroll?" He cringed inwardly, wondering why he could never seem to keep his resolve in her presence. He only needed a few moments of her time, now they were having lunch. At Elizabeth's nod, he placed a kiss on her on hand. "I shall retrieve you from my aunt's. Until tomorrow."

Chapter Twenty-Four

Posted on: 2008-08-21

In the carriage on the ride back to Arryndale, Darcy quietly stewed, while Georgiana and his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, chatted. The urge to throttle his cousin was great. It was one thing to flirt with courtesans, but Jane was his betrothed's sister! How dare he!

The carriage had barely come to a halt before Darcy leapt from it. He handed down his sister, and left his cousin to follow them. As they climbed the stairs, in his lord and master tone, Darcy said, "A word, Richard."

After handing Cardwell his beaver, gloves, and cloak, he proceeded in silence to his study. The echo of his cousin's heavy boots followed him.

"How is it you came to be at the Gardiners?" Darcy accused while closing the door.

"I arrived here this morning, just as Georgiana was leaving. I decided to escort her." Richard replied casually, while pouring himself a glass of port.

"Since when did you become interested in escorting Georgiana around town?"

Richard feigned injury before giving a curt answer. "Since her destination included the current residence of Miss Bennet." He offered his cousin a drink.

Darcy was in no attitude for his cousin's joking. Richard's actions had wide implications. If Richard hurt Jane, Elizabeth would be perfectly justified in being angry at him and calling off the engagement. He narrowed his eyes and made his best intimidating glare.

"What are you thinking, Richard?" Darcy ground out heatedly, before accepting the drink.

"I am thinking I greatly admire Miss Bennet, and wish for her to get to know me better."

His cousin's unperturbed tone only deepened Darcy's irritation. "She is to be my sister!" he barked. "Not some common tart. I will ask you not trifle with her."

"I would not trifle with Miss Bennet. My intentions are honourable, if you must know."

The seriousness behind Richard's tone caught Darcy unawares. Was it possible this was more than a casual flirtation? He stared at his cousin, waiting for the joke to be exposed.

"I do not understand why you are surprised, Darcy. You bore witness to the attention I paid to her while in Hertfordshire." He took another sip from his glass.

"I thought you were... you were distracting her to give Elizabeth and me some privacy." Darcy stammered, searching for a way to explain things to himself. Of course he had noticed the time his cousin spent with Jane. It was nothing more than a simple infatuation though.

When Richard quirked a brow in response, however, Darcy realized his error. His cousin had no idea of his feelings for Elizabeth. As far as Richard was concerned, Elizabeth and he were only friends; friends that did not require privacy. "All right." Darcy threw up his hands. "So you paid her some attention last December. It was a temporary diversion!"

"You decided it was temporary. I did not."

Darcy blinked in disbelief. Did Richard feel something towards Miss Bennet? Preposterous! He had not been in love while at Netherfield; he had not been in Hertfordshire long enough. "Richard! You are a second son, and she has no dowry," Darcy said, standing abruptly. "Nothing can ever come of this... this infatuation." He paced agitatedly behind his desk. Why could he not simply get married according to plan? Why did it seem everyone in his family was determined to be an obstacle?

"I told you before that I would live in a shack if it meant having Miss Bennet as my wife."

"You said that in jest!"

Several more minutes of silence passed as Darcy tried to determine his course of action. He needed to be careful. His cousin could be stubborn, and seemed to take a special delight in frustrating him. A direct attempt to discourage the relationship would be futile. He slumped back into his chair. Then, with a flash of brilliance he tried another tactic.

"Does his lordship know?" Darcy asked, knowing full well that not only did Lord Matlock not know, he also would not approve. He was pleased to finally see his cousin deflate. Now perhaps he can be made to see reason.

"No, he does not. Nor do I intend to ask for his permission." Richard replied, avoiding Darcy's eyes.

"He will not take the news kindly. He may even disinherit you."

"He may." The colonel shrugged. "But as you said yourself, I am a second son. The family lineage is my brother's responsibility. And, after your marriage to Miss Elizabeth, father can not complain about the connection. Father may bluster about the lack of fortune for a few days, but in the end, it will not matter."

Darcy rolled his eyes. His cousin was persistent, and purposefully neglecting reason. This only compounded his usual annoyance at the way his cousin minimized the importance of family connections and fortune. "Did you at least ask Mr. Bennet's permission to call on his daughter?"

When Richard's interest suddenly turned to the floor, Darcy once again shot out of his chair. "Richard! Have you lost all sense of propriety?" he bellowed. Good Lord, this is all I need. A daughter with a damaged reputation due to his own cousin's actions was all Mr. Bennet would need to insist the engagement be broken.

"You were so blasted eager to leave, I did not have time. Besides, I did speak to Mr. Gardiner, and asked his permission."

"At least that is something," Darcy muttered as he returned to his seat.

The two sat in silence for several minutes. Instead of trying to discourage a burgeoning relationship, Darcy was now trying to determine how to mitigate any damage Richard had caused. His thoughts were interrupted by Richard saying, "There is something else you should know, Darcy." Darcy took a steadying breath. The colonel's hesitant tone did not bode well.

"I... uh... took the liberty of using the box you sent to Hertfordshire last Christmas. It stowed away a small gift for Miss Bennet. I hid it in the gift you gave her, so no one else in her family would know of it. It was a small bauble, nothing more. I doubt any one will take note of it."

"Mother Mary and Joseph!" Darcy cursed. "How dare you, Richard! Does Mr. Bennet know?"

"If he did not, he most likely does now. Mr. Gardiner knows."

Darcy's chest heaved slowly as he struggled in vain to check his emotion. As Richard continued to tell of the hair pin he had given Jane at Christmas, it became more evident that not only had his cousin lost his reason, but all sense of propriety as well! Richard was playing a dangerous game, in which he would not be the only loser. The question was how to explain the situation to Richard, without exposing his feelings for Elizabeth.

After his marriage to Elizabeth, Bingley, Wesley, Richard, or the rest of the ton could romance Miss Bennet all they wanted. He would even give him his blessing. Now, however, he could not take any chances. Maybe he could find a way to appeal to his cousin's sense of honour. After all, as a soldier, Richard could be sent to the continent any day.

In the end, guarded acceptance proved to be the best course of action. Nothing else had worked, and if Richard thought him obliging, the appeal Miss Bennet presented might disappear, and he would soon lose interest.

"Very well, if you are determined to have Miss Bennet, and she loves you in return, you have my support. But I urge you very strongly, to think on it before it is beyond you."

The colonel emptied his glass, and then held it up in salute to his cousin. "Not to worry, Cousin."

Of course I am worried, you big oaf. If things go awry, Mr. Bennet will exact his revenge on both of us.

Elizabeth sat in front of the vanity, watching the mirror as Joyce curled and twisted her hair. To the right of the mirror, sat the nosegay she had received from Darcy only yesterday. It was a sign of hope. After the night at the theatre, she was certain Darcy would terminate their engagement. Then yesterday, not only had he brought her flowers, but his easy manner seemed to have returned as well. She dared to let herself hope.

They would have a chance to speak freely this afternoon, though she suspected their conversation would concern Colonel Fitzwilliam and Jane, more than their engagement.

"One more pin," Joyce said. Elizabeth fought to keep her head still as the maid pulled her hair taut and then secured the knot to her head. "There you are, miss." Joyce said, obviously pleased with her effort.

With a tilt of the head, first to the right and then to the left, Elizabeth examined the overall effect. It was simple, but elegant; fashionable, but not ostentatious. "It is lovely, Joyce. Thank you." Elizabeth said. Though her aunt's maid was not French, as was common in the noble houses, no one could say she was lacking in skill.

Moments after her gown was buttoned and brushed, the sound of a carriage in front of the house alerted her it was time to depart. She gathered her gloves, fan, and reticule, and made for the front doors. It would not do to be late. Unlike her last tea with Lady Matlock, this was a specific invitation, and they would not be alone.

Elizabeth entered Lanelle House feeling more sanguine than she had on her first visit, and was able to take a more appreciative view of its décor. She noticed a small parlour near the front of the house with beautiful lace window coverings. At this time of day, the room glowed with natural light, giving it a warm, cosy feeling. She could easily imagine whiling away hours reading in that room during her stay.

She followed the manservant to another parlour that emitted feminine voices. When she entered, she saw Lady Matlock, who led her to a table where two other ladies were already sitting with cups of tea.

"Miss Elizabeth," Lady Matlock greeted, "My sister, Mrs. Granville, and my brother's wife, Mrs. Stephens."

Elizabeth immediately noted the resemblance between Mrs. Granville and Lady Matlock. Both had the same cool blue eyes, and the same pronounced chin, auburn hair, and tall stature.

Mrs. Stephens, on the other hand, was stouter in build. Her naturally rosy, plump cheeks gave her an endearing, almost impish look. Noting the lady's black gloves and black crepe that trimmed her hat, Elizabeth said, "I am sorry for your loss, Mrs. Stephens."

The lady nodded, and a smile barely touched the corner of her lips. "Thank you Miss Bennet. It was a cousin by marriage. We were not particularly close."

"Were it not for the untimeliness of it all," Mrs. Granville interjected, "Priscilla would have hosted your engagement ball." She laughed lightly. "I dare say Priscilla had been secretly planning Darcy's engagement ball for some years."

"Yes. Well, that was when I had thought my Virginia might unite three family lines, but..." She let the sentence hang, but directed a pinched look towards Elizabeth.

A single crease marred Elizabeth's brow. She could not tell if Mrs. Granville had purposefully baited her sister, or intended to insult her. Nor could she discern the level of disappointment Mrs. Stephens suffered in not gaining Darcy as a son.

Uncertain of what else to say, Elizabeth said, "I hope your daughter has found her happiness, and her disappointment was not long standing."

"She was married in her second season to Baron _______," Mrs. Stephens retorted proudly, "and has already borne an heir."

"I congratulate you," Elizabeth said sincerely. An awkward silence fell on the group before Elizabeth hastily added, "Allow me to thank you now, Mrs. Granville, for your generosity. Mr. Darcy and I appreciate any effort on our behalf."

Directing the conversation to a more neutral topic, Lady Matlock finally spoke. "How did you find the theatre, Miss Elizabeth?"

The question opened the subjects of theatre and music, topics all present could speak on confidently. Though the overall conversation was pleasant, Mrs. Stephens and Mrs. Granville had not shied from making a few rather poignant marks with respect to Elizabeth's inferior upbringing.

It was at first disconcerting, but noting the careful eye of Lady Matlock upon her, she did her best to appear nonplussed. The lady had warned her, at their first tea, such comments would not be uncommon; there were many who would be displeased Darcy had chosen to marry below him. Lady Matlock had also told her it was imperative that she appear unaffected. "Any weakness will be exploited, and will only increase the ton's scrutiny," she had said. "Indifference is your only weapon."

Recalling the lady's words, Elizabeth could not help but wonder if this tea had been staged. In the end, however, it did not matter. Doing her best to follow the lady's advice, Elizabeth ignored some remarks, and retorted teasingly to the others.

Once the subject of the theatre, music, and masters was exhausted, they returned to the topic of the engagement ball. Mrs. Stephens was less peevish this time, and a great deal was discussed, from the dishes to be served at the meal, to the guests who would be invited, the china that would be used, and recent alliances and falling outs that had occurred amongst the houses that would have to be accounted for in the seating arrangements.

Unfamiliar with any of the families, Elizabeth silently listened to the buzz. How did they manage to keep all those details straight? More importantly, would she be expected to do the same? She had never put much stock into the gossip of Meryton; what difference did it make how much Miss Watson spent on a gown? Or what compensation Miss King's uncle received to care for his niece?

Just when Elizabeth was certain she could take no more gossip, the butler entered the room, announcing Darcy and Georgiana's arrival. Elizabeth could not help smiling at the welcomed relief.

After a round of polite inquiries, Mrs. Stephens and Mrs. Granville declared their approval of the plans for the engagement ball and took their leave.

"I was not expecting to see either of you today, Fitzwilliam," Lady Matlock said once her sisters left. Elizabeth detected a hint of annoyance, though it could have been surprise.

"Georgiana wished to have lunch with Elizabeth," was Darcy's smooth reply. Before his sister could point out he had been the instigator, he added, "I have found Elizabeth an abigail. She comes with references. However, as you are more knowledgeable on the subject, I was hoping I could trouble you with an interview; that is of course if Elizabeth approves."

The corner of Lady Matlock's mouth twitched, as she nodded her assent.

"I have also commissioned, Mr. John Linnell for Elizabeth's portrait. Unfortunately, Sir Lawrence has been commissioned by Sir Chicheley. Mr. Linnell shall be available the second week after the Granville. Will that be acceptable?" Again, Lady Matlock nodded.

Having obtained his aunt's approval, he turned to Elizabeth, and assisted her off the sofa. After offering his aunt an invitation to lunch and receiving her dismissal, the visit was at an end. Lady Matlock remained a moment longer to reflect on the happiness and impetuosity of young lovers.

Once in the carriage, Georgiana seemingly relaxed. "Have you had your portrait painted, Elizabeth?"

"Many years ago. Your father asked me to sit for a portrait."

"I seem to recall you did not enjoy it much." Darcy teased.

Elizabeth's lips pursed for a moment. "That was only because you and Stephen, er Lord Fitzwilliam, threatened to dip my curls in an ink pot, and I was wearing my favourite gown."

Georgiana hid her laughter behind her hands, while Darcy said with false gravity, "I did no such thing, and insist you acquit me of the charges. It was solely Stephen's doing."

Elizabeth returned a suspicious nod. "Whoever it was, thankfully, Mrs. Reynolds caught wind of it and threatened to tell Mr. Darcy if anything happened to my daisy dress, as I called it."

"Oh! Of course, I remember the painting now!" Georgiana cried. "It is in Fitzwilliam's study at Pemberley. You were very pretty."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open and she looked sharply at Darcy, who suddenly found the scene outside the window much more interesting.

"Most of my father's belongings remain in the study," Darcy said uneasily.

"But you ..." Georgiana began to say, before she was interrupted by Darcy. "I believe we will have to remain indoors today," he said. "The clouds look ready to burst. Perhaps I can show you the rest of the house, and postpone our stroll through Hyde Park?"

Elizabeth assented, and for a moment all conversation ceased, as the group entered the house. Lunch passed without much fanfare. Afterwards, Georgiana expressed a need to return to her studies. Though Elizabeth was suspicious about the girl's claims, she could not complain. It was the opportunity she and Darcy required.

Darcy rose, from the table and offered Elizabeth his arm. "Where would you like to begin?" he asked, lightly.

They started with the public rooms, though skipped the library, the primary drawing room, and music room, as Elizabeth had seen them on previous visits. "You should feel free to mark any changes you would like to have done," Darcy said.

Despite Darcy's improved demeanour, and his invitation, Elizabeth was not about to make the same mistake twice. Making changes to a room's décor was a privilege for the Mistress of the house. Until she and Darcy were married, she would not make such a presumption.

As they progressed through the house, Darcy provided small anecdotes about each room. Fully at ease with one another, Darcy proceeded to the true issues between them. "Did you enjoy your tea with my aunt?" Darcy asked.

"I did." With an impudent smirk, she added, "It was most informative. I learned that Miss de Bourgh was not the only cousin for whom you were intended." At Darcy's confused look, she told him about Mrs. Stephens.

"I see. Does this concern you?" He asked, a little too eagerly, looking for any sign of jealousy.

"Not at all," Elizabeth quipped. "You would never trifle with a married woman." She giggled.

Darcy rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, belying the disappointment he felt. Then reminded himself that she was just a friend.

After touring the armoury, the art room, and the portrait gallery, they entered the ballroom. Elizabeth could not help but gasp at the size of it. It was almost twice the size of the Meryton's Assembly Hall, and much more ornate. There were three chandeliers that hung from the ceiling and several sconces along the walls. The velvet curtains were bordered by heavy silk and lace. "Do host balls here often?"

"No," was the succinct reply. "Forgive me," he said in gentler tone. "I have not, but my father hosted a few which I was required to attend. Though, now that I will have a proper hostess, they may become more common."

Elizabeth chuckled at the dread she saw in his face at the notion. Seeing her opportunity, she said boldly, "Will you always be so uncomfortable in public settings?"

Knowing precisely what she was alluding to, Darcy led her to a chair. He drew in a breath and then said, "I must apologize for my behaviour the other night." He pressed his lips for a moment. "I have never been comfortable being on display, and I..." he paused. He could not say he hated watching other men stare at her. "... I do not think I will ever get used to it, but it is expected of me, of us." He smiled wanly.

Elizabeth felt a flood of relief wash over her at the word, us. Surely, he would not have said that, if he was intent on breaking the engagement. She bit her lower lip and dropped her eyes to the floor for a moment. Then looking up at him, she asked, "Was that the only reason you were displeased? I... I thought I might have embarrassed you in some manner."

Darcy's eyes widened. "No!" he protested vehemently. "You did nothing wrong. I... I... It was nothing you did. I am heartily sorry for any distress I caused you." To think, she had spent all this time believing he was angry at her. He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms and assure her she had done nothing wrong.

"Very well. I accept your apology. Though I see in the future I must remember to find a way to tease you from your brooding." She turned that impertinent smile he adored towards him.

Darcy felt his heart pounding against his chest, and fought against the urge to kiss those impudent lips. It took him a moment to recollect himself, but once he was certain he was in control of himself, he swiftly led them from the room. There were entirely few too servants about that area of the house.

They headed towards the music room, where they expected to find Georgiana. Knowing their privacy was to end soon, Elizabeth broached the topic that had long ago slipped Darcy's mind. "I too must apologize. I thought your cousin had informed you of his decision to ask permission to call on Jane. Had I known otherwise, I would have mentioned it to you earlier."

"I spoke with Richard yesterday." After a moment, he asked, "Might I inquire of your sister's attachment to my cousin?"

"I do not know." Elizabeth shook her head. "Jane has never been very forthcoming with her feelings. I believe she welcomes Colonel Fitzwilliam's attentions, but I can not say if her attachment to Mr. Bingley remains intact." She shook her head and sighed.

"I see." He patted the hand in the crook of his arm. They continued in silence for a few minutes before Darcy added, "I believe it is best for both our sanity, we leave it to them to figure out."

"Colonel Fitzwilliam is a second son," Elizabeth said. "Is he not required to marry an heiress? I do not mean to question his honour, but Jane has already been crossed in love once."

It was Darcy's turn to shake his head. "It is generally expected he would; it would be impossible for him to maintain his standard of living without such a marriage." He sighed heavily. "It is ultimately his decision, though."

Seeing the deep concern written on Elizabeth's face, he added, "I have spoken to him on the matter, and he seems quite adamant in his intentions."

Elizabeth's smile did not reach her eyes, but she nodded. "I suppose that should bring some assurance."

"I have warned my cousin against trifling with Miss Bennet, but there is little else in my power."

Elizabeth reluctantly agreed. "I do not wish to see my sister, or your cousin injured, but I believe you are correct. Neither one would welcome our interference. It is for them to decide."

"Then it is agreed. We shall not meddle with any of your sister's suitors."

"Unless she is in real danger," Elizabeth countered.

"Of course."

With the serious business behind them, they entered the music room. Together with Georgiana, they passed the remainder of the afternoon.