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Chapter 27

Posted on 2008-09-11

Darcy sent Anne to Longbourn the next morning without him. They had talked late into the night and both agreed that a removal to Rosings, with the Bennets as their guests, was in the best interest of the entire Bennet clan. As appealing as this was to Anne and Darcy, he knew that there were others who would be disappointed with the revelation that they were leaving the country before Bingley’s blasted ball.

The gentleman of the party had planned to go shooting and Darcy accepted his host’s invitation to accompany them. That he had not joined them in the sport once since he had arrived in Hertfordshire added incentive for his agreement to the scheme. Thus Bingley, Hurst, Sir John and Darcy set out with the servant and hound in search of an elusive covey. They went on foot; horses would only spook the birds before the men were ready to fire. Darcy decided to use the time spent in transit to inform Bingley of their departure a week hence.

“But you have only just arrived!” exclaimed Bingley. “If I did not know you any better, I would swear you were trying to escape my company.”

“Bingley, you forget I told you we were going back to Surrey for the christening of Anne’s and my godson.”

“At the end of the month. Why leave so soon?”

“You do remember that we first left because of unexpected business in Kent.”

“Yes, yes. Mrs. Bennet turned out to be a long lost cousin or something.”

“Yes, well, we left before we had a chance to…”

“To what?”

“To spend enough time to get to know them better.”

Darcy saw Bingley glance over, looking speculatively at him and then frowned.

“Does this mean you will be asking the Bennets to join you, again?”

“If the purpose of the trip is to further our acquaintance with that family, of course. Do you object to it, or just the removal of one member of the family?”

“I am planning to have a ball on the 26th of November.”

It was Darcy’s turn to look at his friend – but this time he rolled his eyes.

“We will be back in time for your ball Bingley, Bennets included. And then we will stay until it is time to return to Pemberley. Will this satisfy you?”

“There is no reason to be so damned patronizing, Darcy.” Bingley said with a petulance that reminded Darcy of a little boy. He wanted to laugh at his friend, but thought that it would be a good time to bring up Jane Bennet. Bingley was on the defensive and Darcy would get some answers for Anne.

“Maybe you should solicit Miss Bennet for the first two dances before we leave?”

Bingley brightened.

“The cards are not yet ready, but I suppose I could issue a special invitation in person. That would give me the opportunity.”

“You do that and you will have all but declared your preference for Miss Bennet. Are you prepared to raise such expectations? You barely know the woman.”

“Come now, she is an angel.”

“That might be, but the question then is, what kind – heavenly or fallen.” Darcy watched Bingley’s face grew an angry shade of red. Darcy knew his friend well enough to see his rather pithy inferences had reaped the desired effect. Bingley’s reply confirmed, in Darcy’s mind, his preference for the eldest Miss Bennet.

“She is your wife’s cousin, how could you say such a thing!”

Darcy held back a smile of triumph, and quickly set to change the tenor of the conversation. They were on the way to shoot, after all.

“Jane Bennet appears to be well-bred young lady. Yes, we are related through marriage, but we know little of her true character. Frankly, I am more concerned for her than I am for you. You do not have the greatest record for constancy in your infatuations. If Miss Bennet is the angel you believe, then I would not want to see her hurt.”

Bingley stopped walking.

“Are you warning me away from her? You are not her father, or her brother. You have no right. If this was Georgiana we were speaking of, I could understand your protectiveness, but this is not.”

If you only knew.

“Bingley, calm down and listen to me. Miss Bennet is my family and I will not have her trifled with…” Bingley made to speak, but Darcy raised his hand, “intentionally or not. Take care, my friend, with your feelings and hers. Do not raise any expectations you are not prepared to fulfill. And ask Miss Bennet to save you the sets in private or wait until they return. No one will have a chance to secure any if she is in Kent with us.”

“Unless you did.”

Darcy threw his head back and laughed. He clapped his hand on Bingley’s shoulder.

“Do you honestly think my wife would ever forgive me for asking someone other than her? No sir, I will not risk Anne’s wrath.”

On the way back to Netherfield, Darcy set about to complete the second half of his mission. He and Sir John followed Bingley and Hurst back to the house after a successful morning of sport.

Darcy would have to take a different approach to his companion that he had with Bingley. Sir John was older, wiser, and a former suitor of his wife. Darcy reflected that he really would do anything for Anne if he were undertaking this particular commission.

Darcy was searching for ways to bring the conversation to the point. So far they had only discussed the day’s shooting.

“I hope Mrs. and Miss Darcy enjoyed their visit to Longbourne,” Sir John remarked.

“My wife takes great delight in getting to know the Bennets better.”

“Mrs. Darcy is such an engaging woman that I doubt that there are few places she goes, or people she meets that she does not take pleasure in forming new acquaintances.”

“You know my wife well. But what of you, this is the first morning you have not accompanied us to see our cousins.”

Sir John laughed heartily. “If our host could tear himself away from the lovely Miss Bennet for one day, how could I decline his invitation for a day of sport? No today we were intended to be outdoors.”

“You do not regret seeing your Miss Bennet?” Darcy finally asked.

Sir John glanced up at his companion and continued to walk, not speaking for several minutes. Finally he spoke.

“Darcy, I am not Bingley.”

“I never said you were, and what does Bingley have to do with you and me.”

“I do not look to you for advice on matters of the heart. I am my own man, and act accordingly. If you are asking me if I am interested in Mary Bennet, then yes, I am.”

“But after so short an acquaintance? What do you know of her, other than she is Anne’s cousin?”

“If you are so concerned about her suitability, they why do you continue to call on the family. Your wife and sister are visiting even as we speak.”

“I grant you the point, but our circumstances are different; one cannot choose their family, but one may choose their friends. She has next to no dowry, or connections besides Anne’s family. The Bennet’s closer connections are a decided step down in the eyes of society; an attorney in Meryton and a tradesmen in Town.”

“You forget Mr. Bennet is a gentleman. Many a member of the aristocracy are poorer then he.”

“There are other women more suitable as a spouse.”

Sir John sighed. “Darcy, I do appreciate your intent. You do not wish to see your cousin hurt.”

“Or you honor bound to a woman you may come to regret.” Darcy found himself walking alone; his companion had stopped. “Are you coming?” he said over his shoulder.

Sir John took several steps to rejoin Darcy – albeit Darcy would have take less strides to cover the same distance.

“Darcy, have you ever seen pearls harvested? The oyster itself is a very unappealing creature when you see the closed shell. All it takes in a well-place knife to pry open the shell. And then once open, you must move away more of the tissue until the prize is finally revealed.

I am not insinuating that Mary Bennet is some precious jewel, but I do think there is great beauty to be found within if a man is willing to probe the depths of her character. She hides behind a façade of piety, but I believe she is just as loyal and loving as your wife, sir. She may not be the woman for me, but I intend to find out if she is – and a meager dowry is not enough to drive me away.

I am nearly the same age as you; I want a wife; I need a wife; and I would be obliged if you would leave this alone. You may tower over me, but I am every bit your equal, Darcy. You would do well to remember that.”

Lord Perryton’s visit to Suffolk had netted him nothing other than a pleasant evening with the Hedges family. Old Mr. Hedges did not join them for supper; a rather normal circumstance the earl learned. The gentleman in question most often had a tray delivered to his room where his faithful manservant saw to his needs.

Now that his lordship had returned to London, it was time to seek out the next person on the list of possible conspirators he had compiled. The midwife, a Mrs. Auten, had worked mainly in Town until she had passed away six years ago. The time of her death matched closely enough with Mrs. Stuart’s recollection to not cast more doubt on the veracity of her information. The man the earl had commissioned to find the people Mrs. Stuart declared were involved in Anne’s arrival at Rosings had given Lord Perryton directions to her Mrs. Auten’s establishment.

It was a shock to the sensibilities of the genteel man that was Lord Perryton to enter into one of the plethora of undistinguishable poor London neighborhoods. His driver located the house number. The drab building was little different for all the others around it. The earl shuddered to think of what would happen if fire ever broke out here. The wooden structures built so close to each other that it was hard to tell where one ended and the next begun.

The earl left the safety of his carriage – the one without his crest – and made his way inside. He was told to ask for a Mrs. Dunn and the woman met him in the shabby little parlor he had been escorted to.

A woman he guessed to be at least forty soon entered and curtseyed rather awkwardly.

“Your lordship asked to see me?”

“Yes, do sit down.”

“Would ye like some tea?”

Uncertain how clean the teacups would not be, Lord Perryton replied, “No thank you, but you are very kind to offer. I would like to get down to the purpose for my visit, if you do not mind.”

“Not at all, how may I help you? It’s not one of me tenants?”

“Not a current one. I have learned that a woman, a midwife by the name of Auten used to live here.”

“Why yes! But Suzy’s been dead and buried these oh… six years now.”

“So I had heard. How long did she stay with you?”

Mrs. Dunn leaned back and tapped her cheek in thought.

“Well, I think she came shortly after me and Marcus was married. Marcus were my late husband, God rest his soul. This house belonged to my family and Marcus was a tenant. We decided to get married not to long after he moved in. I think Mrs. Auten came not too long after that. She were just a new widow, still in her weeds.”

“When was this?”

“Oh, 1786 I suppose, or maybe the year after. A midwife was a good thing to have handy, but she got visitors at all hours. Used to annoy Marcus to no end, until it was my time with our children, then he was glad to have a midwife so nearby.”

“You were close with Mrs. Auten?”

“Yes, we lived in the same house for many years.”

“Did she ever mention any … unusual circumstances in the women she delivered?”

“Suzy Auten didn’t talk to much about her work other than the humorous times. I asked once if she had held any deep dark secrets and she told me to mind my own business. She must have had them, but she wasn’t talking about em, if you know what I mean, milord.”

“I do. And I…”

“Not sure this has anything to do with you, but there were times when she must have helped the quality. She’d come and pay her rent a year in advance, once she even paid for us to see one of those fancy plays at a theatre. A real nice one too.”

“When was this?”

“Oh, about 20 years ago. We left my babies with their grandparents and had a grand night out. Never forget it. When I asked the occasion, Suzy just smiled and said she had helped deliver a baby to a mother who was very appreciative of her help.”

Lord Perryton had no doubt this was Anne, but instead asked. “Did she have any family?”

“No. She had no children and if there was anyone else a brother or a sister, I don’t know about it. Suzy lived a pretty quiet and lonely life.”

They chatted for a few more minutes but the earl was satisfied that he had learned all he could that day. He only thanked his hostess for her time. On the way out he passed a banknote to the woman.

“Why not follow your old friends example and do something special? Oh, and if asked, I was never here. Do we have an understanding?” The shocked woman looked down at the paper stuck in her hand, and then back to the man standing next to her. Looking to and fro to determine no one had seen them, she nodded quickly.

“I will see myself out. Good day, madam.”

Back in his carriage and on the way to the mews behind Afton House, Lord Perryton sighed. Another dead end. He was no closer to discovering anything that was in conflict with the stories of Maggie Stuart or his sister Catherine. He would have to try to find another of the servants involved.

Chapter 28

Posted on 2009-03-18

The anticipation was high as the three carriages carrying the Bennet and Darcy families rattled down the rural Kent road towards Rosings Park. When Anne had spoken to her family about the possibility of them accompanying the Darcys back to her childhood home, Mrs. Bennet was quick to accept without bothering to consult Mr. Bennet. Her siblings were no less enthusiastic about the chance to witness for themselves the splendors of their sister's abode.

Darcy had summoned a second coach from the London mews to assist the Bennets. They had a large conveyance, but not large enough to transport all nine of them to Kent! Since Anne and Fitzwilliam, as well as Elizabeth and her nurse would be returning to Hertfordshire via Surrey for the de Bourgh's son's christening, they needed their carriage for themselves.

Word had been sent on Tuesday to prepare Rosings for the influx of family. What was not expected was the return notification that Lady Catherine had decided to repair to London for the duration of their stay.

Anne,

I understand your desire to become more intimately acquainted with your other family in a more private setting. I have decided that this would be best accomplished if I were not in residence. I shall travel to our house in Town but am at your disposal to return should you wish it. Mrs. Stuart will have the rooms you have directed ready for your arrival.

I remain,
Your Mama

Maggie Stuart was informed, per orders, when the three carriages – two bearing the telltale Darcy crest – were spotted making their way up the drive. She had been awaiting her mistress for several hours. All was as Anne Darcy had required in her letter. The past two and a half days had been a frenzy of activity on the estate, first for the impending arrival of the Darcys' party and then for the removal of Lady Catherine to London. Maggie had advised her ladyship to reconsider, worried about how it might appear, but Lady Catherine was adamant in her desire to leave before the Bennets arrived.

There was no hint that the story she and Lady Catherine had told had not been believed, or had been disproved, but Maggie was still apprehensive. She knew she must be on her guard and that she must not deviate from the course she had set so many years ago. Anne must not learn of her mother's instigation of the adoption.

Maggie watched as the party disembarked from their coaches. She tried to school her features, but her eyes involuntarily widened as the lot of them stood together; there was no doubt in Maggie's mind that Anne Darcy was a sibling of the Bennet offspring. Taken individually, other than young Anne Bennet and Anne Darcy, none of the brothers or sisters looked too much like one another. However, when taken collectively, there was a definite family resemblance that no one who took the time to look could fail to notice.

Mrs. Stuart bowed low to her master and mistress and informed them of the refreshments she had ordered for the party. Mrs. Darcy, always pleased to be back in Kent, was happy to show her family inside, and the other servants set to work to bring in all the luggage to the proper apartments. Maggie dearly wanted to retire to her office and have something stronger than a cup of tea, but there was work to be done. The master and mistress were in residence and that outweighed any desire to escape for even a few moments. Maggie had made her bargain for her position; now she would truly pay the price for becoming the most powerful female servant at Rosings Park. The question was, what would be the ultimate cost?

William and Henry were very happy to be invited to go riding with their father and their new brother. The previous day had been full of excitement and they saw for the first time the wealth of their sister, Mrs. Darcy. Jane and Mary had some idea of the extent of their long-lost sister's fortune, but Lydia was the one who would not stop talking about how grand Rosings was. Thus the boys were ready for their ride long before the adults called for them to go to the stables.

Darcy had ordered horses prepared for the boys, but was a little unsure about the choices. The stables they kept in Kent were not as large as those in Derbyshire. Thus William's and Henry's mounts were quite a bit larger and more spirited than Darcy would have preferred for the project – but he had promised the lads a tour of the grounds on horseback, and a tour on horseback they would have.

It had been many years since he had been in the company of boys his new brothers' ages. In fact, the last time was when he and his cousins were that young. While Georgiana was a few years older than William, a teen-aged girl was completely unlike a similarly aged boy. Henry was trying valiantly to act older, but Darcy could see how the boy was itching to test the speed of his horse.

"There is a straight stretch around the next bend. Why not let the horses run?"

"Can we?" Henry asked excitedly.

"Yes," Darcy laughed, "but not at a full gallop. You have never ridden Chaucer before. The same goes for you, William. Milton loves to run ahead of the other horses. Keep a firm hold on the reins and you will be fine. Just remember, your mother will have my head if anything were to happen to you. So be clever and keep your mounts under control."

"We will!" both boys shouted, and urged their steeds to quicken the pace towards the bend, leaving the adults behind. Mr. Bennet chuckled.

"They have been begging me for an improvement in the quality of our stables at Longbourn for several years now. Mrs. Bennet would have none of it, of course. She worries that something would happen to them if they had the kind of magnificent animals you gave them to ride today. I have indulged her, without admitting that I am afraid they will break their necks if I did buy quality horseflesh."

"I hope I have not offended you by letting the boys ride?"

"Oh no! Now is as good a time as any for them to try out your horses. I confess I have a similar urge to join them."

Darcy nodded and then without warning, set off after the boys. "What are you waiting for?" he called back. Mr. Bennet paused only an instant before he took off after the other three, laughing all the way until he came to where they had stopped. Darcy, William and Henry all had matching smiles and wind-blown hair as Mr. Bennet brought his mount to a stop.

"The next time you decide to race, let me know ahead of time so I can have a fair start."

"Father, are not Darcy's horses superior?" William asked in awe.

"Yes, but I suspect your brother is used to having the very best that money can buy."

"There are certain advantages to a large income, Mr. Bennet. Boys, you may ride my superior horses whenever you are at Rosings, or Pemberley, for that matter."

"Is Pemberley like Rosings?" William asked.

"Yes and no. Rosings is a fine estate in its own right, but Pemberley is my ancestral home and located in Derbyshire. The house itself is much older and the grounds are very different. The country is more rugged, for Pemberley is near the Peak District. The land is wild and the woods thick. I think there is no estate in England its equal, but I am too biased. You will have to judge for yourself – and see the other great houses, Blenheim and Chatsworth, just to name two -- to compare."

"I am afraid, Darcy, that I prefer to remain at Longbourn than tour the country. Perhaps someday the boys will be able to do so, but they have their education to complete before we can contemplate sending them on a tour," Mr. Bennet explained.

"Of course, but we do hope that you will come to Pemberley some day, you and all the family," Darcy replied.

"We will be honored to accept when the time comes."

"I will discuss the timing with Anne. I doubt that you wish to brave a Derbyshire winter. Perhaps next summer?"

"Oh yes!" the boys cried.

"If you still will have anything to do with us after being with these two scamps," Mr. Bennet laughed.

"You underestimate Anne. I believe scamp was a very appropriate term for her in her youth. After suffering through the younger version my wife, I am not fearful of these two."

Anne Darcy made a point to spent time with each of her sisters. The previous journey to Kent had somewhat familiarized her with Catherine and young Anne, so she found it much easier to entice those two sisters into conversation than the two oldest girls. Lydia, however, was not so reticent. That Bennet sibling was eager, maybe a little too eager, to get know her new sister. Remembering her own vivacity at the same age, Anne excused it as youthful exuberance.

Mary and Jane were a different matter entirely. Mary was less than two years younger than Anne, but somewhere along the way she had developed a taste for the didactic, particularly in regards to issues of morality and right behavior. This only confirmed Anne's first impression of her sister. Mary Bennet needed to experience more in life than the sheltered world depicted in the tomes of Fordyce and other moralistic writers. Not that Anne was irreligious. Indeed, she found great meaning in her faith, but she had also found something just as important – balance. Anne's interactions with Mary then were spent with the gradual expansion of her mind. A bit of discussion on poetry here, and a review of a history there. Anne also began to wonder if Mary would be better off with a suitor after all.

Then there was Jane. All of their siblings spoke of Jane's serenity and reserve. Anne certainly found her elder sister reserved towards her. No matter how much Anne Darcy laughed and teased, Jane Bennet would calmly smile in response, giving no clue to her true feelings.

"Mr. Bingley appears to admire you a great deal, Jane," Anne said one day as they were walking.

"He is an amiable gentleman with pleasing manners," Jane replied. Her voice was even but the rosy hue of her skin gave her away.

"You are blushing, my reticent sister. You like him." Jane blushed even more deeply.

"I admit I find him… different from the other men of my acquaintance, but do not read too much into my … embarrassment. I am uneasy when it comes to members of the other sex." This admission surprised Anne.

"Whatever for? You are a beautiful woman--even my husband has commented on how handsome he finds you. Of course, you are my sister, so I do not see how that would surprise me. We do share a family resemblance and I know the power I hold over my dear Fitzwilliam. You hold the same power over your admirers."

"Anne, you overestimate the situation. What have I to offer a man like Mr. Bingley, or any man for that matter? A few thousand pounds for a dowry is a meager inducement."

"There is more to a courtship than money. Character, compatibility, affection; all these things and more. Let us not forget connections! Bingley's money comes from trade. The Bennets are established members of the gentry. Your father is a gentleman. In that sense, it is a good match for Mr. Bingley. In such cases, the monetary deficiency of one party becomes much less of an obstacle." Jane's upraised eyebrow made Anne realize her last statement could be taken the wrong way. "I do not demean your fortune, Jane. Mine should have been the same."

"But it was not."

"And through no fault of either of us. I cannot help that I was raised by the de Bourghs to enjoy the benefits of their great wealth while the rest of my siblings remained with our parents. Each situation had its own advantages."

Anne exhaled, wondering how the conversation had gone astray. She would set it back to rights.

"Jane, Mr. Bingley has shown his preference for you and there is nothing I can see that would discourage him from pursuing you, except for a belief in your indifference to him. Frankly, had I not seen you blush earlier, I would have had my husband warn him off. I would not wish any of my sisters to be saddled with an unwanted suitor."

"He is not unwanted, but it is too soon. I hardly know the man. Do you wish me to express an attachment to a near stranger?"

"Not at all. I was only seeking some reassurance for myself. I would not see either of you hurt."

"I am not unfamiliar with the process of courtship, Anne. Please, do not interfere. If Mr. Bingley is meant to be my partner in life, then so shall it be. If not, then I will live as I have before, in anticipation of the day when the right man will come to take me away from Longbourn to form a family of my own."

Anne could see that her sister did not wish to speak any more on this topic and so began a discussion on the latest fashions from Town. She wondered why Jane was so hesitant to speak her true mind to her. Was it still too soon, or was it something else entirely?

Normally, Lady Perryton would be the member of the household visiting Mrs. Langley's shop on Bond Street. Today, the earl was the one darkening the door of the modiste's establishment.

Mrs. Langley had Lord Perryton escorted to the office after he stated he wished to speak with her privately.

"Would you like some tea, your lordship?" the lady asked once they were alone. A tea service was on a table next to where she sat.

"Please."

She asked how he took his tea and prepared them both a cup.

"I hope Lady Perryton is pleased with her latest gowns?"

"As pleased as ever. I do not believe my family would have continued our patronage for so long had your seamstresses not done their work well."

"I pride myself in the quality of our finished work."

"Hmmm, yes. I have lately learned that my sister, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, was one of your first clients."

"My very first, milord. I owe much to her and your family. All I needed was a chance to show my skills and Lady Catherine gave it to me. I have prided myself on clothing the de Bourgh ladies for many years."

"From before my niece, Mrs. Darcy, was even born."

The earl looked pointedly at the woman. Mrs. Langley calmly placed her cup on the table and then folded her hands in her lap. Her features schooled to betray no emotion, she answered the unspoken challenge.

"Lady Catherine came to me in need of gowns and other items some women need when they are expecting a child. Her requirements were different, but it was not necessarily the only time I have been asked to provide for such situations. In return for my expertise, she helped me establish my first shop. Within a few years I was able to move to this current location. All the while I have faithfully served Lady Catherine, her daughter, your wife, and many, many other great ladies."

"My sister was your first such case, but not your last," he said as a matter of fact.

"As I said, her requirements have not been unique, milord. Ladies have discovered that this shop is staffed with people of the utmost discretion. I will not allow any of my employees to share any speculations on the persons who shop here. The consequences of such actions are dire indeed. I pay my workers very well; they have no desire to look elsewhere for employment, whether by choice or not."

"I am here under the charge of Mr. and Mrs. Darcy." That earned him a raised eyebrow.

"She knows?"

He nodded.

"Lady Catherine came to me for my help. She wished to conceal her true state. I made her gowns and … under things. She was the first, and I must say I have greatly improved my methods since then. I was paid handsomely and Lady Catherine continued to patronize my establishment after the child came, as I have already said."

"Who contacted you?"

"Her maid, Maggie. We had known each other before Maggie was hired by her ladyship. Without Maggie's recommendation, Lady Catherine would never have sought me out."

"Did my sister mention her husband and his involvement?"

"Not that I recall. Neither Lady Catherine nor Maggie said much about the circumstances. All they were interested in was the gowns and under things. I was paid very, very well. I did not ask questions."

"What were your impressions of the matter?"

"Milord, as I said, I did not ask questions. I have since learned that more than one family has adopted the illegitimate offspring another family member. I suppose I thought this was the case. It certainly is to the great advantage of the child."

"Yes, well, I would ask that you keep the content of this conversation between us. Oh, and my wife said she would be in to see you next week."

"Very good, your lordship. I am always happy to welcome your lovely wife into my establishment."

"I will tell her to spare no expense on her next purchase."

"You are too kind, milord."

"Oh no I am not. She would do so whether I offered or not. Thank you for your time and I look forward to seeing the countess wearing your next creation.

Later that night, Harold Fitzwilliam sat at his desk in his study at Alton House. Before him was a list he had compiled in Kent. It contained the names of every known accomplice in the adoption of Anne de Bourgh. He inked his pen and drew a line through the name Mrs. Langley. The solicitor, midwife and the seamstress provided no new information. Mrs. Langley might have known more than she said, but the earl knew she would never reveal it. She was too indebted to the house of de Bourgh. Though he was frustrated, he did not blame her for her caution. Good servants knew how to keep their master's secrets. And while neither Mr. Hedges nor Mrs. Langley were servants, per say, their livelihoods had always depended on emulating that same silence. It was the way of their society.

There remained the chambermaid and her husband, and the wet nurse. As loathe as he was to admit it, the mystery seemed no closer to being solved than before. Of course, Lady Catherine and the housekeeper could actually be telling the complete truth and his investigation was a mere academic exercise. Nevertheless, he would need to decide soon if he would send an agent to America to track down Sarah Simmons and Bobby Weeks. With the political situation in Europe and the strained relation with the upstarts in America, this was not a good time to send a man on an errand across the Atlantic. Perhaps he should consult Fitzwilliam before such drastic actions were taken. A trip back to Kent would be necessary.

Chapter 29

Posted on 2009-03-25

Before he traveled to Rosings. Lord Perryton decided to call on his sister. Lady Catherine had come to London the week before. He understood why she had quit Kent, but he wondered if it would have been better for her to remain at Rosings.

"How long will you remain in Town, Catherine?"

"I am not certain. At least until Anne's family returns to Hertfordshire. It is ironic. I wish Anne and Fitzwilliam had never gone there, and now I cannot wait for them to return so I might return to my own home."

As they sat digesting her statement, the earl could not help himself; he had to ask the one question that weighed heavily on his mind. "Would you never have told Anne the truth?"

Lady Catherine did not pause before she offered her response. "No, I would have gone to my grave with the secret." Her brother started to speak, but she held up her hand to stop him. "I told you my motives before, and nothing has changed. There will be repercussions for her and her children if it ever becomes known that she was adopted. Society's perception of her will be irrevocably altered if her true family is revealed. Elizabeth, and any other siblings to come, will be tainted by the association."

"I think you grossly over-estimate the situation, sister. Anne is now as much defined by her marriage as she is by Rosings Park. In addition, she is a Fitzwilliam by marriage as well as adoption. There is much to be said for that."

"I suppose you are correct in her Fitzwilliam connections."

The earl smiled. At least she agreed with him on one point; it was a good time to press another. "Catherine, you must be very careful in how you speak about the Bennets to your daughter."

"I am fully aware of that, Harold."

"I do not think you are. I know you better than anyone. Let us be realistic. The Bennets' place in society, while not plebeian, is nowhere near ours. You have never had much patience for your social inferiors."

Lady Catherine raised her chin a bit higher. "We are of the highest circles."

"Nearly. But that is no reason to denigrate Anne's family to her face. Even you can admit that she has undergone a great shock. Now she struggles to understand her place in the world. It is only natural."

"She is my daughter, no matter her birth."

"I know, but she is also a Bennet with five sisters, two brothers and two parents she has only just met. They are her blood, of that there is no doubt." He sighed, unsure of how to make his sister understand his point. "Because of that tie, Anne will feel loyalty to them. If you question their worthiness to be a part of her life, she may very well question your place in it. After all, had not Lewis interfered, you would have none."

Lord Perryton watched his sister as he spoke. He could see the effect of his words; she appeared afraid. He leaned forward and gently took her hand and held it in his.

"She loves you, Catherine. Treat her new family with respect and she will not reject you. You have not raised her to be resentful.

"I also think that the next time the Bennets come to Rosings, or any place else you might be, that you should not run off again. It gives the appearance that you have something to hide. It also would not hurt you to get to know her new family a little better." Lord Perryton playfully squeezed his sister's hand. "You might find you like them."

Light rains in the earlier hours of the morning had settled the dust that had been prevalent the last time Lord Perryton traveled to Rosings. Once again he was going to meet with his nephew. This time he knew what awaited him.

He did not waste time requesting a conference with Darcy. The earl arrived at the study first. He poured himself a drink and sat down in one of the large leather chairs by the fireplace. As he looked around, Harold Fitzwilliam recalled many of the previous occasions he had been in that same room over the past two and twenty years. He thought of the late master of Rosings, Lewis de Bourgh. Lord Perryton still had a hard time accepting that his brother-in-law had orchestrated the kidnapping of a gentleman's daughter to pass off as his own offspring. There had to be more to the matter, yet despite his efforts, nothing had been learned to disprove Lady Catherine's explanations.

"Lewis, would that you were alive and able to answer for yourself."

The door opened and Darcy looked around the room before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

"I thought I heard you talking to someone," Darcy said as he lowered himself into a chair.

"Just voicing my thoughts. I hope you do not mind that I helped myself to a drink."

"Not at all. I think I will join you."

The earl waited for Darcy to find his seat again.

"This quest I am charged with has led me all over London and into the country," he began.

"Any new information?" Darcy queried.

The earl shook his head. "Not a blasted thing. And now there are only two more leads from Mrs. Stuart left to follow. I have little confidence in either, and one of them may prove especially difficult and time consuming to chase down. That is part of the reason I came to Rosings now, to ask you what you want to do. As you recall, the chambermaid and manservant left for America not long after Anne was brought here. I gather this maid was brought into the conspiracy late and the man even later. I am very doubtful either one will be able to shed any new light on what happened. They may be nearly impossible to trace, if they are even still alive. This is not the best time to travel to our former colony."

"I know, and I share your opinion on the matter. Yet we have vowed to search for the truth." Lord Perryton had his answer.

"I plan on speaking to their family here in Kent tomorrow. If I come away from those meetings with legitimate information on their whereabouts in America, then I will send one of my men across the Atlantic as soon as possible."

"I think that is a reasonable plan. I wish we had more options, though." Both men scowled, wishing the same thing.

"Can you think of anything we have missed?"

Darcy's face showed his concentration, and then became thoughtful. "Did my uncle have anyone else in whom he may have confided?"

"His steward, probably. Too bad Mr. Wiggins died 17 years ago."

"What about his valet?"

Of course! "Now there is a thought! He was younger than Lewis, that I remember. We would find his name in the old ledgers if Stuart does not remember."

"I doubt she has forgotten."

"I doubt she has either. Very good, Fitzwilliam. We may get to the bottom of this after all."

Maggie Stuart had not forgotten. The earl left with the name of Roger Walls and nothing more. Mrs. Stuart told him that Walls had left after his master had been laid to rest and had not been seen at Rosings since he received a bequest in Sir Lewis' will. Maggie did not tell him that she had seen him since, away from Rosings.

It was not difficult to locate the family of Sarah Simmons. They were still one of Rosings' tenants. He also learned from Mrs. Stuart that Bobby Weeks came from the neighboring estate of Lord Metcalfe. His sister and brother still worked there.

Lord Perryton interviewed the rather nervous servants and tenants. No one had received any word from Sarah or Bobby for at least five years, but after speaking with the families, the earl was able to piece together where they had gone after they left Kent. The newly married couple had initially settled in New York, finding work with two wealthy families there. However, within a few years they tired of being apart because of their employment and left New York to go south to Baltimore. This time they found work in the same household. After Sarah gave birth to their third child, Bobby decided he was ready to become his own master. The family used their savings to move west to the frontier. After this, information became very spotty. At least two more children had been born, and one of the children had died. The family was considering moving again. That was the last anyone had heard of them.

When the earl broached the subject of the money for the passage, only Sarah's sister knew much about it.

"Sarah said she'd done a special service for the mistress and Lady Catherine had given her and Bobby passage in gratitude. When I asked Sarah what she had done, she said it was something special and she wouldna betray her master and mistress. I've always wondered what she did. But she and Bobby was happy ta be able to marry and go on their adventure. I wish I coulda gone with 'em, but Papa couldna afford to send any of us with 'em, even though they said we could come."

Lord Perryton was not surprised by what he had learned. It seemed futile, but he would send a man to the United States for Anne's sake; it would be a miracle if the Weeks were found.

Charles Bingley found himself with an estate full of business and nothing to do. Oh, he was busy enough meeting with the steward of Netherfield, accompanying Hurst and Sir John on shooting excursions, and dining with several families in the neighborhood. His sisters certainly enjoyed those evenings out, displaying their superior fashion, while all the time bemoaning their hosts' country manners, but he did not share their pleasure – or censure. He missed the one face that could make any gathering a more joyful event. He was pining for one Miss Jane Bennet.

The other bachelor of Netherfield, Sir John Whitby of Slaton Manor, Surrey, was awaiting the return of his Miss Bennet, Miss Mary. He did not fancy himself in love, as Charles Bingley surely did, but he knew he could grow very fond of the girl if given enough time. Thus he counted the days until the Darcys and Bennets returned to Hertfordshire.

Both men made plans for their lovemaking. They would begin at the ball that Bingley would host Thursday next. As soon as Longbourn was inhabited, the men would descend upon the place and secure sets for the dancing. They would show their preference by opening the ball with their ladies and further demonstrate it by requesting the supper dance. Standing up a third time with their ladies was too forward, but that did not stop them from wishing they could indulge.

"Do you think I am acting rationally, Whitby?" Bingley asked late one evening when the men were alone.

Sir John laughed. "Since when is courting a woman of little dowry a rational undertaking?"

"She is not a woman, she is an angel."

"Oh please! How much have you had to drink, Bingley?"

Bingley smiled mischievously. "Not that much, my friend. But this is serious. You know my propensity to fall in and out of love. How can I know this… this feeling is genuine?"

"Darcy must have been very direct," Sir John replied.

The younger man nodded. "Direct enough. Yet I cannot be too angry with him, for he had a valid point. Are my actions raising expectations that I am unsuited to fulfill? Marriage is a … frightening enough prospect without doubts that I am marrying someone completely unsuited to be my wife."

Sir John's face became solemn. "If you believe Miss Bennet to be unsuitable, you must withdraw immediately."

Bingley's response surprised him – he shook his head and the corners of his mouth turned up lightly.

"It is not Miss Bennet whom I doubt, but my own self. Has enough time passed to prove a constancy of affection that will last a lifetime together? Can I be a good husband to her - to any woman?"

Sir John set his drink down and measured his words. "Bingley, Charles. If these are your real feelings, then I suggest you take your time to get to know Miss Bennet more fully. There is no need to rush to the altar. Your lease runs through next Michaelmas. Surely by the start of the Season you will know your mind on the matter." And then in a lighter tone he continued, "Besides, I need you to remain in Hertfordshire so I may do the same with my Miss Bennet."

"Ah, Miss Mary Bennet. Caroline will be crushed, you know."

"Hardly." Sir John rolled his eyes. "I think she has hopes of a taller husband. She must have been severely disappointed when Darcy married Anne."

"It was not too awful; she had not spent much time with him before he was off the market. He was already engaged when she came out."

"She will want to return to Town soon, I think."

"I need her here, though, and that will mean a promise to her to return to Town for the Season, even if I do win Jane Bennet's favor. Caroline is not used to such a limited circle of acquaintance, nor do I think she will want to relinquish her role as mistress. She will wish to make a match if I make one myself."

Sir John knew his friend was undoubtedly correct in his estimation of Miss Bingley.

"Then I propose a pact. We will declare ourselves before the end of winter, or we flee the field in glorious defeat."

"Agreed." Bingley then refreshed their drinks and raised his in salute. "To the ladies of Longbourn!"

"Here, here!"

Anne Darcy had spent the last ten days at Rosings with her birth family. In some ways she felt she knew them well, and yet hardly knew them at all.

Of her two parents, she was drawn to her father. Anne had come to appreciate his quick wit and sarcastic humor, though she detected that it could easily turn biting. It was also obvious from whom Anne received her intelligence; her mother's mind was nothing to her father's. Mrs. Bennet was also prone to exaggeration and was easily excited. While Anne Darcy appreciated her enthusiasm, it did become wearing after a while. She finally understood her sisters' and father's comments on her mother's character. Yet this silly woman had given birth to her and never gave up hope that they would be reunited.

The younger siblings were refreshing in their youthful exuberance. Anne Bennet reminded Anne Darcy of herself at that age, not only in physical resemblance – which was great – but in temperament as well. The young girl would keep her parents on their toes. William and Henry appeared to be good boys; Fitzwilliam certainly liked them. Lydia proved to be a hopeless flirt and the most like their mother. Anne appreciated her fearlessness, yet recognized that she would be the hardest trial to her parents. Teaching her restraint and curbing her boisterousness without breaking her spirit would be a challenge. Catherine, as Kitty preferred Anne to call her, was unremarkable, but not in an ungenerous way. Anne rather believed that sister would be happiest with a husband who wanted a quiet wife. Catherine would be content to follow such a man to a peaceful marriage.

Anne's interactions with Mary did nothing to dispel her first impressions. Mary was intelligent, but tended to fall back on the moralistic teaching of the writers she read. What amazed Anne was how often Mary was completely correct, but not because she had reached the proper conclusion in a conventional manner. Mary would have argued they were inside a room, not because they were inside, but because they were not outside. This ability to take a divergent path to the same conclusion amused Anne. She continued to believe that what Mary needed most was exposure to the larger world. On one point Anne was particularly impressed; Mary was completely devoted to her brothers and sisters and would defend them at the slightest provocation.

Jane Bennet proved to be the one sibling Anne could not understand. Jane was serene to a fault. She watched over the family with a protectiveness that could be explained by Anne's disappearance twenty years before. Yet Jane did not appear to extend that protectiveness to Anne herself. It was as if Jane were waiting for something, and Anne knew not what it was. Jane's reticence bothered her. What would it take for her eldest sister to accept her as her younger siblings had already done? Must she earn Jane's regard? From everything her family told her about Jane's nature, it should not be necessary. Evidently, Anne would need to spend more time with Jane before she could call her at least a friend.

At last it was time for the Darcys to travel to Thigston for the christening of Arthur's son. They offered the Bennets the use of the house for another few days, but Mr. Bennet did not wish to remain if the Darcys were gone. The same three carriages that had come to Rosings the previous week left for London together. The Darcys would break their travel in Town to check on Georgiana, who was staying at Alton house with Lord and Lady Perryton, while the Bennets would push on to Hertfordshire. They would all meet again next week in time for the Netherfield ball.

Chapter 30

Posted on 2009-04-01

Thigston Manor, Surrey, England

"It really would have been easier if you had just traveled here directly from Kent," Arthur de Bourgh said as he greeted Anne with a kiss on the cheek.

"My wife insisted we stop in Town to go shopping before inflicting our company on your lovely wife and her parents," Darcy answered instead.

"What about me?"

"No one feels guilty about imposing themselves on a notorious rake." Anne patronizingly patted her cousin's cheek. "Now where is Helena?"

"The rest of the party is in the drawing room. Something about newborns and drafts and such," Arthur said nonchalantly.

Anne laughed gaily as her husband claimed her arm to lead them inside, leaving their host trailing behind with a bemused smile on his face. Before Anne married Darcy, Arthur would never have believed such a reserved man could be so damn smug – or become a better friend.

The family party gathered for the christening was actually quite small, no doubt due to the fact that the parents had no living siblings. Anne Darcy was Arthur's nearest relative on his father's side of the family. Helena had a few aunts and uncles and cousins and several of them were at Thigston.

Anne felt rather guilty that they could not stay longer than a few days, but they had made a promise to Bingley to spend time at his new estate. The disruption that the revelation of her Bennet origins had made on their stay at Netherfield had been impossible to anticipate, but it could not excuse them from returning as soon as possible. Fortunately, Arthur and Helena were very understanding and assured the Darcys there would be plenty of time in the future for them to get to know their godson.

On a humorous note, baby Elizabeth Darcy rivaled her cousin Malcolm for attention from the matrons present. At nearly four months old, the little girl loved the attention lavished on her. Darcy had a feeling it was something she would never outgrow. With a mother like Anne, it was inevitable.

The service was held the next day in the local parish church. The infant was christened Malcolm Andrew George de Bourgh. His grandparents, Mr. & Mrs. Simpson, stood proudly behind the parents and godparents as the parson sprinkled the water over the child and the adults made their pledges before God to bring up the child in the teachings of the Church. When it was over, everyone made their way back to the manor for the real celebrations while the members of the newest generation went to the nursery to sleep.

Later, the four new parents were alone in the parlor, the rest of the house in bed.

"What will you do now?" Helena asked, inquiring about their immediate plans.

"First, we must go back to Hertfordshire for a few weeks," Anne answered. "We've been the most wretched of guests for poor Bingley."

"No one could have known what we would encounter," Darcy said.

"I know that, dearest, but I still feel sorry for subjecting Charles to all our comings and goings."

"You have traveled much with such a small child," Helena said sympathetically. "I do not know if I could do the same."

Anne lifted her cup and took a sip of tea. "Aye, it is a good thing that Elizabeth does not seem to mind. Her nurse, on the other hand, must wonder what she did to deserve this constant wandering."

Arthur laughed. "Knowing you two, you have probably compensated her well for the upset in routine."

"A faithful servant is a valuable asset," Darcy said in defense.

"Yes, a lesson we have all learned. I dare say Lady Catherine would agree. Has anything new been learned about your disappearance?"

"No, nothing. My uncle is still investigating, but I begin to think we will never really know what happened."

"Perhaps it is best if the matter is left in the past. What could be gained?"

"Peace of mind, Arthur," Anne said softly. "Without it I will always wonder what my father knew and intended. I mean Sir Lewis, not Mr. Bennet."

"I knew of whom you spoke," Arthur replied calmly, and then said with more gusto, "Enough of this, cousin. You still have not revealed your plans past a few weeks at Netherfield."

Darcy answered, "We will return to Derbyshire for the winter. Elizabeth has traveled well so far, but I know Anne wishes to be done with it for a while, as do I."

"Will you come to London for the Season?"

"If we do, we will not remain long. We will, of course, journey to Rosings as we do every spring. After that, our plans are not firm. Some time in Town and then back to Pemberley. Perhaps you could come visit us in the summer and show that son of yours what a superior country Derbyshire is to Surrey."

"Speak for yourself, Darcy!" Helena cried.

"Hahaha! I think you should take care to convince my wife before you start on my son, man. Besides, it will be a few years before he is able to make such a judgment."

The adults discussed the Darcys' invitation a while longer before Anne presented Helena with a few gifts for baby Malcolm. They spent time admiring the items before yawns from each of the new mothers caused their husbands to declare the evening at an end.

The next morning saw the Darcys on the road back to London. Once again it was a very short stay in Surrey, but the promise of many weeks in Derbyshire the following summer assuaged any feelings of neglect. In Town, Anne was able to visit Mrs. Langley's shop for the final fittings for the gown that she had made for Bingley's ball. It would be delivered first thing the next morning and then the Darcys, including Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley, would be on their way back to Hertfordshire.

The ride to Netherfield was not as easy as before. The weather turned wet and the damp cold made everyone worry for the health of little Elizabeth. Alas, there was nothing to do but bundle up the baby in warm blankets until they reached the warmth of Bingley's estate.

When they at last arrived, several footmen came to meet them with umbrellas at the ready. The family quickly made their way into the house and to their rooms to recover from the journey. Miss Bingley had ordered hot water to be ready as soon as her guests arrived. Anne was especially appreciative of this provision and thanked her hostess as soon as she saw her.

There was no opportunity to call at Longbourn before the ball. The rain continued, not abating until the day of the event. They had, however, sent a note to inform Anne's family of their safe return to the country. They all seemed destined to meet again at a ball. Darcy hoped this time their meeting would not be so eventful.

One of the unexpected pleasures that Fitzwilliam Darcy had enjoyed upon his marriage was the styles of dresses Anne was allowed to wear as his wife that were frowned upon while she was unmarried. Not only were her dresses more provocative, but the colors were more vibrant and strong. He also discovered what many generations of Darcy men knew before him – several of the pieces of jewelry from the family's collection were designed to be worn by a woman sporting a very low neckline. This, coupled with the glorious softening of Anne's body from child-bearing, often led him to whisper scandalous words in her ear while they were in company. Words that, had they been spoken by anyone else, would have been answered immediately with a palm to the gentleman's face. To her husband though, Anne replied that she would punish him later when they were alone. Thus when Anne appeared for the ball in a dazzling gown of deep blue silk with the Darcy sapphire and diamond necklace, Fitzwilliam Darcy was immediately struck anew by how truly fortunate he was to be married to that woman.

Georgiana had petitioned several times to be allowed downstairs for the evening, but her brother was firm. She was too young to attend. He also knew that Lydia Bennet, who was the same age, had been denied permission as well. It seemed unwise to allow one of Anne's sisters to attend while denying the other. It was a decision he would not regret.

The first carriages had appeared and the Bingleys and Hursts stood in line greeting their guests. The Darcys finally made their way into the public rooms, still waiting for her family to arrive. Soon enough, they did and Anne wasted no time in greeting them. Darcy had already requested dances from his sisters and he took the opportunity to confirm for which sets he was engaged. That accomplished, the elder Bennets wandered away to greet their neighbors as the three Misses Bennet were approached by gentlemen wishing for a place on the young ladies' dance cards.

Anne noticed that Mary quickly slipped away from her sisters. She went to her side.

"Why did you leave Jane and Catherine?" Anne enquired.

Mary motioned towards the two subjects of the query with a nod of her head. "It is less awkward if I am not by their side when the young men come to claim dances."

"I do not understand."

"I am never a popular partner at a ball, Anne. Jane, Kitty, men enjoy their company – especially Jane's."

"Oh Mary, I am so sorry. I would have imagined that you danced all the time. The one time I saw you at a ball, at the Meryton Assembly, you were dancing with Sir John."

"I will dance with that particular gentleman tonight, but generally I find I enjoy watching the proceedings more than dancing. Sometimes I even bring a book."

Anne laughed lightly. "Did you bring one tonight?"

"No. I decided that if I became bored I could slip into Mr. Bingley's library and find something suitable there."

"I hate to disappoint you, but I am afraid you will find Netherfield's bookroom sorely lacking, in stark contrast to Longbourn, I assure you."

The ladies continued to talk, waiting for the dancing to begin. During that time, it was as Mary had admitted at the beginning of their conversation; only a few men came up to her to ask for a set. When they left, Mary would tell Anne a little about each young man, and how she had know them for many years growing up in the neighborhood.

All too soon, Fitzwilliam came to claim Anne for the opening dance of the evening. Anne was unsurprised to see Jane paired with Mr. Bingley and Mary with Sir John. She was pleased to see Catherine with a young man she believed to be a Lucas. There were many officers as well. They had learned that the War Office had sent a regiment of the Militia to spend the winter quartered in Meryton. Around the dancers was the accustomed din of the crowd, no doubt speculating on the participants of the dance. It always surprised Anne how loud a ball was, even taking into account the musicians.

Soon after they began, her attention was solely on her partner. Anne loved to dance with her husband. It always felt like a prelude to things to come. He was an accomplished dancer, but he rarely indulged with anyone other than his wife. His pleasure in the activity was greatly multiplied with her opposite him. He would do his duty with his hostess and sisters, but the enjoyment would not be the same.

After the third set, Anne was ready to rest. She was glad she had no more dances promised until later. For now she planned on spending more time in conversation. Mary had introduced her to a few of her friends. It was while she was speaking to a Miss Charlotte Lucas that she happened to glance at a group of officers talking with her sister Catherine. Suddenly she spotted a sickeningly familiar visage. Her face grew flushed as her indignation rose.

"Mrs. Darcy, are you unwell?" Miss Lucas asked.

"Please excuse me, I thought I recognized someone. Can you tell me the name of that officer?" Anne pointed out the person in question.

"I am sorry. I do not know who he is. He must be new."

Anne frowned. A hand touched her elbow and she saw Mary and Sir John looking at her with concern.

"Anne?"

"Thank goodness. Sir John. Mary, would you please find my husband and ask him to come here?"

"Certainly," Mary answered immediately. Sir John moved to take her elbow but Anne stopped him before he could leave.

"Sir, I would ask that you escort me to that party over there." Anne looked to the men in their red coats.

He looked at her strangely, but offered his arm. Mary hurried off to find Fitzwilliam. As they determinedly made their way around the room Anne placed her hand atop the one wrapped around his arm.

"Do you remember the time before I was married when you happened upon Helena Simpson and me in Hyde Park? There was a man with us, one to whom I did not wish to speak."

"Yes, I do."

"That man is here tonight. He is a scourge to my family and I will not rest until he runs from this house with his tail between his legs."

Sir John stopped their progress. "I think we should wait for your husband."

Anne started to walk and pull him forward. "I want my chance at him first. Sir John, I have you by my side. No harm can befall me with one of my most loyal friends and protectors with me. I need to do this. Please!"

"Darcy is going to kill me…" he muttered as he ceased trying to restrain his charge.

When they reached the group of officers, Anne's prey started in surprise, smirked nervously and bowed to her.

"Mrs. Darcy…"

Whatever he was planning to say next died on his lips, instead replaced by the unmistakable sound of palm against flesh. Anne's hand stung, but by G*d she was not going to show any pain.

"That, Wickham," she hissed, "is less than what I promised myself I would do if I ever saw your bloody face again. I do not think Mr. Bingley would take kindly to me entertaining his guests if I hit you where I truly wish. It would be most unladylike. Since I am a lady, I suggest you remove your miserable self from this place before I tell everyone here why you have not the honor to wear the uniform of our King. Now go before my husband reaches me. I cannot guarantee that he will show you any mercy.

"And Wickham, you can be sure that Mr. Darcy and I will be in your commander's office first thing tomorrow. We own many of your debts now."

George Wickham looked up to see the shocked faces of his fellow officers and the furious countenance of the lady who had just dressed him down. The crowd had grown quiet as people became aware that a confrontation was occurring. Sir John stood with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly not making an effort to restrain his tormenter. Finally, Wickham saw over the crowd the looming figure of his old playmate. When he made eye contact with him, Darcy's features hardened with what could only be called hate. Wickham must have seen enough because he executed a small bow to Mrs. Darcy and hurriedly walked in the opposite direction of her husband. The crowd parted to let the disgraced man pass and then the murmuring began anew, growing even louder.

Darcy reached his wife as she was speaking to the soldiers around her. "I am ever so sorry to have disturbed you, gentlemen. Please accept my apologies. I hope you have a wonderful evening and enjoy many more pleasant nights while you are in Hertfordshire."

Darcy nodded to Sir John, who nodded back and gave Anne over to his care. Darcy was struggling to form a coherent sentence, so great was his shock and anger.

"Fitzwilliam, I could use a glass of punch."

Her words broke the spell. He exhaled and placed his hand over hers. "Let us go and get a glass. And then perhaps you can tell me what just happened. That was he, was it not?"

People made way for them as they walked towards the punchbowl. "Yes," Anne finally said when they were halfway to their destination.

"I should go and check on Georgiana."

"After a glass of punch." Darcy hesitated but Anne just looked at him. "Come on."

It seemed like an hour before they had made their way to refreshments. Darcy served his wife and then gulped down his drink, choking a bit and spilling some on his shirt. Anne laughed at him and sent him off to look in on his sister and their daughter, and to have his valet change his soiled clothes.

Darcy did not wish to alarm Georgiana, so he spoke calmly with her and Mrs. Annesley, telling them he was just on his way to repair his clothing and not mentioning the appearance of Wickham. He then saw that Elizabeth was asleep in her bassinette, her nurse in the connecting room. Darcy asked her to leave the door between the rooms open for that night and left to go and speak to the footmen. Finally satisfied that all precautions short of posting an armed guard in the hallway had been put in place, he made his way to his room where a clean shirt and new cravat awaited.

When Anne saw her husband again, she smiled and went to collect him. In silent agreement, they walked to the library and closed the door.

"What could he be doing in Hertfordshire, of all places?!"

"I suppose this was as good a place as any for the cur."

"Anne, how can you laugh at this? He is here!"

"Fitzwilliam, he was here, but now he is gone from the ball. I doubt we will find him still in the area come morning."

"What exactly did you say to him?"

Anne repeated what she had said Wickham. Darcy didn't know whether to be amused, proud or annoyed. She should have let him confront the reprobate. He also agreed with her assessment that Wickham would be long gone when they called on the commanding officer of the regiment the next morning.

"I wish we could just go up to our rooms and forget everything else," he lamented.

"You poor man, but you know we cannot. I have promised a dance to my father and after all our coming and going, we owe it to Charles and Caroline to return."

"Must you always be right?"

"Of course, dear. How else would you learn to admit you are wrong?" Anne did submit to several moments of impassioned kissing before they faced the throng once more.

The rest of the evening passed calmly enough. Many were amazed when George Bennet led Mrs. Darcy out to dance. It was then that some began to notice and comment on her resemblance to the Bennet daughters. Those whispers were followed by the astonishing news that Mrs. Darcy was a cousin of Mrs. Bennet! With this revelation of a connection to the wealthy family from Derbyshire, the Bennets were proclaimed the luckiest family in the country.

When the Darcys finally were shown into Colonel Forster's office the next day, the object of their visit had already resigned his commission and left Meryton for greener pastures. It might be wondered how such a disreputable man had so easily ingratiated himself with his fellow officers. The Darcys were sympathetic; Colonel Forster was no less put upon than other men who believed they saw goodness where none resided. They had seen it too often to accuse the apologetic officer. Darcy's only regret was that they had not learned of Wickham's presence before he had learned of theirs. Cousin Andrew Fitzwilliam would have loved to pay the man a visit before he disappeared yet again. Someday the Colonel would meet Wickham, and only then would the accounts be settled.

Chapter 31

Posted on 2009-04-08

Lord Perryton had waited in London for the weather to clear before he was off to Essex in pursuit of Sally Robinson. She was dead, of course – just like so many other people involved. Twenty years was a very long time. Her husband was still alive.

The Earl of Perryton had learned that Sally had married the father of her first child. The little girl had stayed with Sally's mother, who had given birth herself a few months before. Sally was but fifteen when she realized she was with child and the father only a few years older. They could not afford to marry and since the child's grandmother could nurse her, it was decided Sally would look to become a wet nurse. By a stroke of good luck, Sally learned of a wealthy woman who needed her almost immediately. Sally nursed her little girl until it was time to go to London and her position. She had no idea she would spend the next year and a half in Kent.

When Lady Catherine no longer needed her, Sally returned to her family. The dowry the de Bourghs provided was enough for her and her beau, a Mr. Uriah James, to marry. They had a son and then another. Unfortunately, Sally James died as a result of the birthing of that second son. Mr. James had remarried a year or so later and still worked in the stables of an estate in Essex.

Harold Fitzwilliam had arranged for a room at an inn near where Mr. James worked and lived. His man had already been to see Mr. James' employer, seeking permission for the earl to meet the man. Without divulging the nature of the situation, Lord Perryton's representative gained the desired interview.

It was apparent to the earl that Uriah James had come to meet him in his Sunday best. The man tugged nervously at his coat and fidgeted with the cuffs on his shirtsleeves.

"Mr. James, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

"Mr. Walters said you wanted to see me, milord. So here I am."

"Yes, well. Did he say why?"

"No, sir."

"I see. As you must know, I am the Earl of Perryton and the brother of Lady Catherine de Bourgh." James' eyes widened. "You recognize the name, of course. Before you married, your wife served the de Bourgh family as nurse to Miss Anne de Bourgh."

"Aye, that she did. And it was a godsend, sir. They were very generous to her and the money they gave her let us marry once Miss Anne was weaned."

"So I have learned. Fear not, they were very happy to reward your late wife for her service and were sad to hear of her passing."

"Thank you."

"The reason I have sought you out is to see if your wife ever spoke of anything unusual regarding Miss de Bourgh's birth."

Mr. James stared at his questioner, obviously pondering what he should say.

"My Sally did nothing wrong, milord. When she was given Miss de Bourgh, she took care of her like she was supposed to."

"I am not accusing Mrs. James of any wrong doing, I am just asking if she ever told you anything unusual about her life at Rosings. Mr. James, let me be frank. Miss de Bourgh herself now knows her life did not begin quite as she believed. I am here at her request, and with Lady Catherine's blessing. I am not asking you to betray any family secrets. What we desire is the truth."

Mr. James looked doubtful.

"You have my word that nothing will happen to you. Please, what did Mrs. James tell you?"

"Before she left the country that first time, Sally told me she was waiting for word that the baby she was to nurse had been born. She was still with her family then. I swear, I wanted to marry her since she was thirteen, and well, I should have known better. Sally and me and her family needed the money, so she was happy when someone came and offered her the chance to go to a fine estate to take care of some baby of the Quality. Anyway, she sent me word that she was off to London and that she would make sure I knew where she was. Then she went to Rosings and I didn't see her for almost two years. When she came back, she had news of her dowry and we got married as soon as I could find us a place to live."

"Did she say anything then that you found odd?"

"No, your lordship. It was not until after she had our son that she told me what had happened when she went to London. She stayed at a boarding house for a few days. Someone had paid for her lodgings and told her to remain there until they came for her. She was surprised that she wasn't taken to some grand house. After two days she was starting to get worried, but then after supper a man came to her with a baby, Miss de Bourgh it was."

"A man? Did she say a name?"

"No. She had never seen him before. The man gave her the child to feed and then after the babe had eaten and quieted down, he put her on a coach to Kent. From there she was left at a cottage and then taken to Rosings."

James looked intently at the earl, not wishing to say what they both knew to be true. Lord Perryton spoke.

"Go on. Miss de Bourgh knows she was adopted by the family."

"Sally and the baby were taken to the house and there they both stayed. She never told a soul but me what I just told you. She'd defend that family with her last breath. They were so good to her and to us. I do not know when we would have been able to marry had they not provided for her future."

"I understand. Can you tell me any more? Who contacted Sally? Anything?"

"No, sir. That's all Sally ever told me. I never asked. I guess I was afraid to know any more. Your family is not angry with us?"

"Heavens no! Sally made sure my niece survived. We are grateful for her service and only wish you and she had more time together before she died."

"I did not want to marry again after Sally, but my boys needed a mother…"

"I am certain the present Mrs. James was very much appreciated by them, and their father. We do what we must for our families."

"Yes, that we do. Um, if you have no further need of me, I had best go home to my wife and assure her that all is well."

The men stood and Lord Perryton offered his hand. An awed Mr. James grasped it. "Thank you, sir, for your time. I appreciate your honesty."

"You are welcome. And I won't say anything about Miss de Bourgh, sir. I won't dishonor my Sally's memory."

"I am sure you will not. Good day."

Uriah James bowed and then scurried out of the room as fast as he could. The earl remained and ordered a drink. So there was a man involved. Quite likely the person who had snatched Anne from her family was the one who brought her to London. Unfortunately, with the wet nurse and midwife both long dead, there was no one who could provide any information.

"Damnation!" Lord Perryton cursed as he pounded his fist on the table. There was nothing, not one thing that brought them anywhere closer to the truth. He leaned back in his chair and massaged his temple, trying to soothe the headache that was beginning.

'If we do not find the valet, then we might as well put this to rest. There is nothing new to be learned in America. Maybe the truth really did die with Lewis,' he thought to himself.

The earl summoned his servant. He needed some powders for his head and perhaps just as important, another drink. The last had spilled when he struck the table.

Fitzwilliam and Anne knew nothing about the frustrations of their uncle. Instead, the days following the ball saw the Darcys continue to call at Longbourn, if not with the same frequency as before. Anne was introduced to some of the families she would have known had she never been taken away. Georgiana enjoyed getting to know Catherine and Lydia. She did not have many friends her age, apart from the girls she knew at school and a few from Derbyshire.

More often, the Bennet estate received Mr. Charles Bingley and Sir John Whitby. The reason for their near constant attendance was widely known after the ball; the gentlemen were calling on Jane and Mary.

Anne could see that her sisters were pleased with the attention of their admirers, though Jane tried very hard to display an evenness of temper. Anne was learning to notice the signs her sister showed when she was extremely flattered. Like Anne's husband, Jane Bennet was very reserved and that reserve manifested itself as demureness.

The Darcys suspected that their sisters' courtships would continue for months. Fitzwilliam was relieved to observe the care the gentlemen took in wooing. The Bennet girls were not like the women they had met in town. In many ways, they were refreshingly naïve, and Bingley and Sir John were taking great pains to determine if their prospective marriage partners would be overwhelmed by an entry into superior society, or if they had the character to adjust. Only time would tell the men if they should call off the chase.

In addition to calling at Longbourn, the Darcys did their best to attend to their hosts. If the Netherfield party were invited to dine out, the Darcys would go with them. They tried to be at the manor house when the Bingleys held their morning at home for the neighborhood to call on them.

Anne kept up her correspondence with her mother. She had returned to Kent a few days after the Darcys and Bennets had left. Lady Catherine assured Anne of her intention to consider Anne her daughter in every way. At the same time, she encouraged her to learn all she could about her family. Lady Catherine still believed it was in Anne and Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth's best interest to keep the true relationship to the Bennets unknown. With this Anne heartily agreed. She believed that they could satisfy the curiosity of the world if the Bennets were considered her cousins. In her heart, they were her family and that was enough for Anne.

It was with mixed emotions that Anne bade the residents of Hertfordshire farewell. The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of social engagements and she looked forward to returning to the peacefulness of Pemberley. They had been invited to stay through Christmas, but Fitzwilliam was worried about the snow and ice and the ever-deteriorating conditions of the roads. They must head north before it became too dangerous.

There were promises to correspond, both from Longbourn and Netherfield, and Anne expected Sir John to keep her husband informed of the happenings in the second household much better than Charles Bingley. She felt that the next time she saw her Bennet relations would be at the marriage of one of her sisters. Until the news came, they would write of other things and wait to discover which one would be engaged first.

With the Darcys gone to Derbyshire, life in Hertfordshire settled back into predictability for residents of Longbourn. The only difference from before the return of Elizabeth Bennet was the frequent calls by the bachelors from Netherfield. Mrs. Bennet, true to her nature, made sure the gentlemen had plenty of opportunities for time alone with her daughters. Though she was a bit surprised that Mary had caught the attention of one of the men and not Kitty. However, she would not let her surprise stand in the way of a possible match! Her life at Longbourn was secure, as were the lives of her children. The entail would be satisfied by the fruit of her womb. Still, the estate was not large enough to provide for too many adults and there was only so much money saved for her children's dowries. To have two, nay three, daughters married to men of substantial means by the end of the summer was her heart's desire. Her long lost daughter was the one was safely married, the other two still needed to secure husbands.

Bingley and Sir John were not unaware of Mrs. Bennet's hopes. They had every intention of finding out if they were the answer to her prayers. Unfortunately, it occurred to them that they had chosen a poor time of year to explore the possibilities. For while they could call at Longbourn, and encounter their ladies at the different functions in the neighborhood, it was rather too cold to escape outdoors for long walks with the Misses Bennet. When the weather was fine, and the ground not too icy, they took every opportunity to coax the women outside for turns about Longbourn's gardens. On one of these expeditions, Sir John managed to steer Miss Mary Bennet away from the others. He had her arm firmly in his, not wishing her to fall on the slippery paths. They were talking of inconsequential things before he changed the direction of the conversation to more substantial matters.

"Miss Mary, may I broach a serious subject?"

Mary started and blushed. "Of what do you wish to speak, sir?" Her voice was wavering.

Sir John smiled, amused at her sudden discomfort. He patted her hand that lay upon his arm. "Nothing so great as you fear it to be. I was rather wondering if my lack of stature bothered you?"

"You are a respectable man with a title and estate. I see nothing lacking in your stature, sir," Mary replied, confused.

Sir John laughed quietly. "No, you misunderstand me. I meant, does the fact that you are taller than I trouble you?"

"Oh," Mary blushed anew. "Why should it? I mean, you have not been gifted with height like my cousin Anne's husband."

"Darcy towers over everyone," he agreed.

She continued, "I do not measure a man by his outward appearances. Just because the good Lord did not make you tall, does not signify a deficiency in your character or anything else that truly matters."

"It did not bother you when we danced, that your partner did not look down upon your smiling face?" he asked, pleased with her response.

"I should hope you do not think me so shallow that it did!" she cried.

"No, I do not think you so shallow. Mary, you must know why I ask?" His use of her Christian name thrilled her. She quickly turned her head so their eyes met and just as rapidly dropped her gaze back to the path before them.

"I do," she spoke the words so softly that he could barely hear her. "And I tell you your character is what I care to see."

"I do not want there to be regrets." Sir John paused. He needed her to understand him. "You see, with other women in my past, it has made a difference in how they viewed me."

"Then those women were fools." He was delighted by her fierce defense of him.

"Even your cousin?" he asked playfully.

"Anne? Anne was … put off by your height? I cannot believe it."

"Oh yes, but I think she was already in love with Darcy when we met and it was a convenient excuse to pay me no consideration. There was another issue between us, which later she very kindly helped me overcome. So do not be too hard on her. I am grateful for all she taught me. Anne had the decency to give me a chance to become her friend. There were plenty of other women who have simply laughed at me, though usually behind their fans."

"How awful that must have been for you. Did none but Anne see your goodness?"

"You think me good?"

"I… Yes, I do. I find you honorable and kindhearted. After all, you chose to spend time with me. While women may have laughed at you, men have simply dismissed me. It is not easy to walk in the shadow of a sister like Jane. If she were not such a lovely person, I would be resentful, I think."

"Yet, here I am."

"Yes, you are."

Satisfied with the content of the conversation, Sir John steered them back towards the entry to Longbourn. "Come, we have been outside in this cold long enough. Let us return to the warmth of the house."

Not long after the Darcys had returned to Pemberley, Fitzwilliam realized that he needed to institute a change in the route of his personal courier. For the past few years, that gentleman had routinely traveled back and forth between Rosings Park, Pemberley and London. Meryton, Hertfordshire was now added to the itinerary. The amount of correspondence between Hertfordshire and Pemberley was substantial and Darcy felt more comfortable knowing his man was the one responsible for the safe arrival of the letters.

Anne had quickly ascertained that corresponding with five sisters, two brothers, and two parents was an impossible chore – if she planned on doing anything but write. Thus she developed the pattern that she would continue for many years of beginning her letters with an open section for the entire clan. The second page would begin with more personal dialogue to the missive's recipient. Sometimes there would be two separate sealed pages for two different people. Fitzwilliam teased her about the lack of personal attention in failing to write separately to all nine Bennets, but he agreed with her methods. Besides, he was just selfish enough to want her to pay attention to him, rather than make nine copies of the same information.

Sir John Whitby took a similar approach in his letters to Pemberley.

Whilst it might not be entirely proper, I have decided to address this portion of my letter to the both of you. I know your wife well enough, Darcy, to know she will demand you hand this over to her as soon as you finish. I might as well accept the inevitable and craft my words for you both.

Anne laughed at the words of Sir John. He really was a dear man. Darcy complained that Bingley offered no such courtesy and he alone was burdened with trying to decipher the blots that Bingley fancied could be substituted for the English language.

… The courtship of the eldest Misses Bennet continues. Bingley has shown a constancy that surpasses anything in the past. It falls on Hurst and I to daily ply him with alcohol to sober him up from his time spent with Miss Bennet. I doubt it will be much longer before he decides to propose. Even his younger sister has accepted the fact that he will soon enter the married state. Thankfully, she has decided there is too great a difference in our stature – and I do not mean social – to pursue me any more. Alas, I seek solace from this abandonment in the presence of Miss Mary.

Anne, I must tell you that I grow more fond of your cousin the more I spend time with her. And to answer your question, no, I have not yet decided if she is the one I wish to wed. I give you my word that I do not toy with her. Your husband kindly made your position on my attentions to her clear. She knows I like her, and why I am here, but she has not yet shown that she is ready for an offer of marriage. I believe, from intelligence garnered during a recent tête-à-tête, that she is terrified of receiving one!

At least I now know she is not put off by being the taller of the two of us. Yes, we did have that conversation. It seemed like a good idea to get past that subject before we continued.

There, have I convinced you that all is well?

Give little Elizabeth a kiss from her Uncle John.

Anne was delighted. "I suppose we know where things stand. It appears Jane will have some news for her family soon."

"Has she said anything in her letters about her feelings on the matter?"

"No, not really," Anne admitted. "Then again, she did not wish to speak of Bingley either in Kent or Hertfordshire."

Fitzwilliam frowned. "Is Bingley in danger of not having his affections reciprocated? If so, I should warn him off immediately." Anne had to assure him that was unnecessary.

"Jane would not talk about him, but she would blush when I mentioned his name. She likes him very much, I believe."

"Ah, good," he said, relieved. That was not a letter he wished to write, especially after he had encouraged Bingley in his courtship of Jane. "Then I suggest there is nothing to do but wait for the parties involved to come to an understanding."

"Yes, I suppose you are correct. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Elizabeth rolled over from her stomach to her back and then back again today…" Anne and Fitzwilliam decided it was time to see their daughter in the nursery. She spent more time with her daughter than most ladies of her station and certainly more than her mother had spent with her. Lady Catherine, that is. The fact remained that there was a reason the Darcys employed a nursemaid for Elizabeth. Anne Darcy had many responsibilities as mistress of two large estates. Her days were filled with matters large and small, everything from menus, to tenant visits, to receiving calls from the neighbors. Keeping her darling Fitzwilliam under good regulation was her greatest challenge, but he need not know that.

Elizabeth squealed when she heard the voice of her mother, just before the nurse handed her to Anne.

"Hello there, little one. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" The baby babbled a bit in response to Anne's question. "I brought Papa with me. I think he wants to see his princess." Anne laughed and passed Elizabeth into her father's protective hold.

"My, you are my big girl. And as beautiful as your mother. I shall have to hide you away at Pemberley when you are older before some young man comes here and falls as passionately in love with you as I did with your Mama." Anne gave him a look full of devotion.

"Would you like me to wrap her up so you can take her for her walk?" the nursemaid asked.

Anne looked to her husband, and he nodded. "Yes, thank you."

It only took a few minutes for Elizabeth to be bundled up to protect against the chill that was impossible to banish from the house in the middle of the winter, no matter the number of fires that were lit. Fitzwilliam and Anne both wore clothing made from wool to keep warm themselves. However, they were not going to allow a few cold drafts to deny them the pleasure of showing Miss Darcy her ancestral home. They coveted the time spent as a family in the different parts of the great house. The rooms they were headed to had fires lit in them far enough in advance to warm them in preparation for the visit of the master and mistress.

The idea for these outings was Darcy's. He wanted Pemberley to be just as much Anne's home as it was his, and these intimate family gatherings were meant to infuse their memories with images of their family here in Derbyshire. While he knew Anne loved Rosings the way he loved Pemberley, to be truly happy together, Pemberley must someday take precedence in her heart. Instead of possessing Rosings, they were really only caretakers for the child who would someday take ownership, either Elizabeth or a brother to come. He knew that; Anne, as yet, did not.