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Chapter XI
The morning sun cascaded through the window of Darcy's bedchamber. Opening his eyes he soon came to the realization it was not a nightmare. He was at Rosings, engaged to Anne. Suddenly he sat up as he realized, "Georgiana is not here yet!" Hurriedly dressing, he ran down the stairs just as a rider was leaving.
"Mr. Darcy, an express for you!" the butler said handing him the envelope.
The previous night, at an Inn somewhere between London and Rosings, Miss Darcy lay crying into her pillow. "Mrs. Annesley, I cannot believe this has happened. William is expecting me, I can't let him down, it's too important!" Drying her eyes her companion said,
"Please Georgiana, it will be okay. We were fortunate to break down in front of the Inn and not on the road somewhere. I know, why don't I write an express to your brother explaining the delay."
"No, I will write it Mrs. Annesley, thank you I am just upset that is all, I shall be all right," she replied as she touched her handkerchief to her eyes.
Finding pen and paper on a small table in the room she wrote:
Dearest William,Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. I am sure Anne will make you a good wife. A broken wheel has delayed Mrs. Annesley and myself. We are quite well, so do not fret, as I know you do. We were quite lucky to have broken down as we stopped for luncheon, as Mrs. Annesley has reminded me again and again. If all goes well, we should be there in less than two days time, since they had to go to town for the wheel.
Love Always
Your sister,Miss Georgiana Darcy
Darcy smiled as he read the express, noticing the way his sister signed her name. "As if I didn't know who Georgiana is," he mused. Placing the letter in his coat pocket he went in to breakfast.
The assembled company ate their morning meal with abject silence. Between bites Darcy noticed his cousin sizing up the others at the table. Deciding to allay any suspicions Anne might be harboring he turned to Mr. Gardiner and said," Mr. Mason, I feel it is in the best interest of all parties if we do not delay in discussing the settlement terms."
Mr. Gardiner, looking up, replied without hesitation, "Very well sir, I am at your disposal."
"I suggest we meet as soon as we have finished our meal," Darcy replied, "If that is agreeable with you?"
"Certainly sir, as I said I am at your disposal."
Anne's eyes narrowed as she listened to the conversation, "Something doesn't seem right, but I'll keep my eyes open, if Darcy thinks he can fool me he's," stopping short in her thoughts she avoided the use of that dreaded word.
Finishing their meal, the gentlemen excused themselves and headed for the study. Just out of earshot Darcy stopped and whispered to his fellow conspirators, "We may be overheard in the house, therefore what say you to the garden."
Mr. Bingley taking his cue from Darcy, raised his voice and said, "Darcy, must we sit in that stuffy study on such a fine day? Why not discuss the details in the garden, then later Mr. Mason can draw up the final papers for your approval."
"Splendid suggestion Bingley," turning around he gestured, "gentlemen, to the garden."
Spying on the gentlemen from the door of the breakfast room Anne mused, "Drat! well, I can keep an eye on them from my bedchamber window, although it will be hard to hear them."
The gentlemen sat in the garden for over an hour discussing what was to be written into the marriage agreement. After finishing their discussion, the gentlemen decided to take a walk around the grounds. Mr. Darcy looked up at the window, where Anne had been sitting as she watched them. "Gentlemen, let me show you the splendors of Rosings Park," Darcy said as he looked at his cousin, asleep in the window.
Charlotte, Jane and Mrs. Gardiner headed out early to take a stroll and discuss recent events. Mr. Bennet had managed to corner Mr. Collins shortly after breakfast and sat quizzing him on Fordyce's Sermons. Although none of the ladies were particularly great walkers, they soon found themselves turning into the grounds of Rosings Park. Conversing as they walked, they had soon covered a considerable distance, when the gentlemen, from Rosings, spotted them.
"Jane!" Bingley cried as he raced to her side. The rest of the party soon became oblivious to the lovers. Mr. Gardiner took this opportunity to introduce his wife to Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Gardiner, who was a keen observer, found Mr. Darcy not to be the proud man Elizabeth had made him out to be, when she had talked of him at Longbourn.
"There seems to be nothing of a imperious attitude in him at all," Mrs. Gardiner mused.
Darcy professed to the couple, "I wish that the circumstances of our meeting were different."
Mrs. Gardiner, feeling a need for conversation began by saying, "Mr. Darcy, I understand from my niece, that you are from Derbyshire?'
'Yes, my home is at Pemberley.'
'Pemberley, it is a fine estate sir.'
'Have you visited my home, Mrs. Gardiner?'
'When I was a young girl, my parents took me to see Pemberley, I have wanted to visit it again ever since.'
'When this is all over, I hope you and Mr. Gardiner will come to visit," Darcy replied then turning to Mr. Gardiner he continued, "do you fish sir?'
'Indeed I do, Mr. Walton's book is my bible."
"Oh, The Complete Angler, yes I have a copy myself."
Mrs. Gardiner smiled at this, "Mr. Gardiner has three copies," she whispered to Charlotte who had to stifle a laugh.
Having talked for some little while of fishing and Derbyshire, Darcy inquired, "Mrs. Gardiner, you seem familiar with Derbyshire, are you originally from there?'
'Yes, Mr. Darcy, I grew up as a girl in Lambton.'
'Why, that is not five miles from Pemberley, it is a pleasant village, I remember one very fine tree,"
Cutting Darcy off, Mrs. Gardiner chimed in, "The spreading chestnut tree by the smithy!'
"The very one." Darcy said with surprise.
"Darcy, glad I found you," cried Colonel Fitzwilliam as he came round a hedgerow.
Noticing the others, the colonel bowed and continuing said, "I was tempted to call at Rosings for you, then thought better of it," as he laughed a bit.
Darcy, who was no longer in a mood for jokes, turned to his cousin and exclaimed, "Enough with that wit of yours, what have you found!"
Colonel Fitzwilliam recognizing the seriousness in his cousins tone replied, "Two bodies only were found, that of Wickham and Mrs. Younge.'
"Nothing else, no sign?" Darcy asked.
"Yes, this," the colonel said as he produced the small leather walking boot.
Jane, who along with Bingley had just reached the group frantically, cried out, "It's Lizzy's!"
Taking the boot from his cousin, Darcy clutched it to his breast as he inquired, "Miss Bennet, are you certain, beyond a doubt that it is Miss Elizabeth's."
"Yes, see," she replied as she raised her dress just enough to reveal a boot exactly like the one Darcy held, "we had them made special by the cobbler in Meryton, our initials are inside."
Examining the boot carefully, Darcy traced his finger over the small letters he found inside the boot E.B.
Jane went on to explain that it was the only way they could keep Lydia from taking their boots and claiming them for her own. Then smiling as tears fell from her eyes she said, "It was Lizzy's idea, she was always putting her initials on things."
Darcy smiled as he thought of the garnet cross in his vest pocket, next to his heart, with the initials E.B. etched on it.
Realizing, that Elizabeth would have known her life to be in danger if she returned to Hunsford, it seemed only logical that she would try to get to her uncle's house in Gracechurch Street. Therefore it was soon decided that Mr. Gardiner go back to town, in case his niece tried to contact him. Agreeing that Mr. Gardiner's departure should not raise suspicion; a new plan was contrived. Colonel Fitzwilliam left after all was agreed on heading back to London on the old road, in order to search for Miss Bennet. Mr. Gardiner would therefore return to London, in Mr. Darcy's coach that afternoon.
Immediately after arriving back at Rosings, the gentlemen adjourned to the study on the pretense of drawing up the marriage contract. After much writing and re-writing, the gentlemen withdrew from the study with the agreement in hand. As Mr. Mason walked out of the door, Miss De Bourgh handed him an express letter. Quickly perusing the letter, with a look of concern on his face, he announced,
"I am sorry, but I must leave immediately on business that cannot be delayed, I must beg your pardon for my abrupt departure, but I have been called back to town on an emergency.'
'Can it not wait, Mason?" Darcy exclaimed.
"No, I am afraid not. Do not worry though, for the most part I am finished here. I will try to return before the week is out, if not I will send someone else to complete the business. In any case all that is left is for Lady Catherine and her daughter to go over the terms and agree or disagree with what you have proposed." Saying this Mr. Mason asked to be excused to ready himself for his trip. Within the hour Mr. Gardiner found himself comfortably ensconced in the Darcy carriage, on the road to London.
Anne De Bourgh slept peacefully that night. There was nothing to worry her dreams, Wickham had Miss Bennet, the marriage terms were nearly settled and within a fortnight she would be Mrs. Darcy.
Chapter XII
On arrival at Gracechurch Street, Mr. Gardiner found Colonel Fitzwilliam, on the stoop, awaiting him.
"Colonel Fitzwilliam, I haven't kept you waiting long have I?" Mr. Gardiner asked.
"Not at all sir, I arrived not minutes ago," he said smiling, "knowing you would most likely arrive soon yourself I decided to wait, as I have good news."
Mr. Gardiner's face lit up on hearing the colonel's words. Motioning for the colonel to follow him into his home, the gentlemen soon made their way into the parlor.
"Now Colonel Fitzwilliam, please tell me what news?"
"As you know I followed that miserable excuse for a road to London. Seeing a farmer, not far from where the accident had taken place, I immediately asked if he had seen a young lady of Miss Bennet's description.'
'Yes, yes what else.'
'Well, to my delight the farmer said he had seen a young lady, who looked disheveled accepting a ride from a gentleman and his lady.'
'What gentleman, what lady, did this farmer know them?'
'No, I am afraid not, but he did say it was a small gig they were driving, and they were headed in the direction of London."
"I knew it! Lizzy's alive, but where could she be?"
Calling his servants, Mr. Gardiner inquired of them, "Has Miss Elizabeth left a message for me or my wife recently?"
Unfortunately the reply he received was, "No sir, sorry sir."
Walking through a beautiful wood, which seemed to go on forever, the beauty of the place overwhelmed Elizabeth. In the distance she could see a large stone building, on rising ground, surrounded by wooded hills. A stream flowed into a lake, which reflected the building's beauty in its placid waters. Approaching the place she noticed a lone figure standing at the bank, with its back to her. She knew not why, but seeing the figure made her pulse quicken and her breathing uneven. Straining to make out the identity of the figure, she moved ever closer. Reaching out she touched its shoulder; which made it turn around. The face of the man, for the figure turned out to be that of a man, was fuzzy to her. All that was clear were the eyes; which held her own in their gaze as he asked,'Where are you Elizabeth?'
'I am here, William!' she replied.
Waking from her dream with a start, Elizabeth took in her surroundings. Four gray walls met her gaze. There appeared to be no windows, except the small opening in the door. The door seemed to be made of a heavy oak, with a small opening, which had bars in it.
"Am I in prison?" she mused.
Sitting up she noticed her clothing had been replaced by a plain white nightgown. Just as she was attempting to get out of bed, the door to her cell opened.
"Good morning miss," a small stout woman of about thirty greeted as she entered the cell, carrying a tray.
Noticing Elizabeth's trepidation, she smiled and said, "My name is Vada Mae, I'm a matron here. I'm glad to see you are better this morning."
Putting the tray down, on a small table, next to the bed she continued,
You've been sleeping for quite a while, miss," as she poured out a cup of tea, "You were quite lucky the admiral and his lady found you, they brought you to us for treatment after you'd passed out. Mighty nice folk they were--paid for your care themselves, and you being a stranger. Yes, very fortunate indeed, miss."
Elizabeth, who had been listening with peeked interest, smiled as she took a sip of tea and replied, "Yes, fortunate indeed....Vada?'
'Yes, miss?'
'You said you're a matron here? Where is here?'
"St. Mary's of Bethlehem, miss."
'St. Mary's," Elizabeth said quietly to herself.
Then as it dawned on her, where she had heard that name before she cried, "Bedlam?"
"Yes miss, some do call it that," Vada replied, then after a short pause said, "but we are a charity hospital. I'm only a matron, due to my father working here, I never married so they allow me to help with the women."
Reassured by Vada's explanation, Elizabeth sat back to finish her tea. Suddenly she started to look around the cell frantically in search of her clothes. Vada sensing her distress asked, "Is something wrong miss?'
'My clothes, where are my clothes?'
'They were sent out to be mended and washed, they were in quite a state," at once realizing why the young lady was so distressed she said, "Oh, the papers you had with you are under your pillow, I figured they were of some importance, since you had them concealed in your clothes."
"Thank goodness," Elizabeth cried as she pulled them from under the pillow. "Vada, I must apologize, I didn't tell you my name, it is Elizabeth Bennet.'
"Happy to make your acquaintance Miss Bennet, although it could be under better circumstances."
Elizabeth smiled at this observation, then turning her attention to her attendant, noticed she seemed distracted, as if she were hiding something. Elizabeth wondering if she had not been truthful with her regarding her condition asked, "Vada is anything wrong?"
Vada at first seemed hesitant to answer then said timidly, "Oh, I am sorry miss I looked at your papers, I thought maybe they'd help us find out who your were."
Startled at this revelation Elizabeth asked uneasily, "Vada did anyone else see these?"
Lowering her voice, Vada replied, "No miss, but I think I can help you if you are looking for someone mentioned in those papers."
"Do you know where Lilith De Bourgh is?" Lizzy asked.
"No miss, but I do know where Lilith Fitzwilliam is."
'Fitzwilliam, of course Lady Catherine's maiden name."
Vada went on to relate all that she knew of Lilith Fitzwilliam. At the age of twelve, Lilith was brought to St. Mary's under cover of darkness. She was quite agitated and erratic in her behavior. Over the years, a lady in deep mourning attire had visited her, on special occasions. Most recently though a young lady had visited, but when Lilith had begun to throw a fit and had to be restrained. The young lady had quickly left. After that visit, Lilith had not been the same. She would sit rocking herself to and fro crying for Lilith to please come back.
Elizabeth couldn't believe what she had just heard, everything was becoming clear. It was Lilith at Rosings and Anne was in Bedlam. But she still didn't know why Lilith would want her harmed; maybe Anne would have the answer.
"Vada, could you get me in to see Lilith?" Elizabeth asked.
"Oh I don't know miss," she replied.
After Elizabeth explained her suspicions, Vada relented promising to take her to Lilith's cell, after obtaining a cloak and slippers for Elizabeth to wear. Elizabeth sat on tenterhooks waiting for Vada to return. Eating some dry toast and an egg while she waited, she perused the papers in her possession. One of the papers was a certificate of baptism signed by a Mr. Jones vicar of Hunsford. Another document was an agreement to house one Lilith Fitzwilliam, at St. Mary's. The third document was a letter from Mr. Jones promising not to reveal the baptism of the twin girls. He continued to say how he knew Sir Louis did not want the truth of twins to come to light, and apologizing to Lady Catherine for his knowledge of the twins. It seemed to go on and on in this way, Elizabeth had to laugh at the patronizing sound of the letter, then she realized Lady Catherine enjoyed this, that is why Mr. Collins was at Hunsford. Looking at the certificate of baptism again Elizabeth she read the names of the twins, Lilith Anne De Bourgh and Anne Lilith De Bourgh.
So Sir Louis didn't want it known they were twins, but why? Elizabeth mused.
Mr. Gardiner and Colonel Fitzwilliam had spent most of the day at Gracechurch Street discussing plans for the next day's search for Lizzy. The time, since her disappearance, had been like a nightmare. Even though they knew she was most likely alive, they didn't know where she was or what condition she was in. It was decided that the colonel would spend the night at Gracechurch Street, then at first light he would start combing the streets of London in search of Miss Bennet.
Not long after the house had gone to bed, a knock was heard at the door. Mr. Gardiner nearly ran down the colonel hurrying down the stairs, as the colonel came out of his chamber. Mr. Gardiner's manservant, Jasper, met the men on the landing with a note in his hand.
"A note for you sir," Jasper said then continuing, "the lady who delivered it is waiting in the sitting room."
Mr. Gardiner quickly opening the note perused it eagerly. Turning to his servant he ordered, "Tell the young lady I will be with her directly." Thrusting the note to the colonel he hurried to dress. Colonel Fitzwilliam smoothed out the note Mr. Gardiner had crumpled in his excitement, and read.
Uncle,Greetings, I am alive and well. I need your help, please come with Vada Mae, the bearer of this note, she will explain all on the way. E.B.
Vada Mae returned as promptly as promised with a cloak and slippers for Elizabeth. Donning the cloak and slippers, she followed Vada Mae out of the cell. Making their way through the crowded ward, Elizabeth became aware of why she had been in a cell, the halls held the overflow of insane, crippled, blind and disfigured patients who had been fortunate to be taken in by the charity hospital. Elizabeth had been in a cell to protect her from these unfortunate souls. Many of the patients they passed were so pitiful Elizabeth could not bear to look. Tears flowed from her eyes as she realized the hopelessness of those around her, whom society shunned.
Coming to a cell not far from Elizabeth's, Vada pulled out a key, which she used to unlock the door. Vada entered the room first, then signaled for Elizabeth to follow.
Huddled in a corner of the cell was a lone frail figure. Vada approached the figure, then touching her gently on the shoulder said, "Miss Fitzwilliam, miss I've brought someone to see you."
The figure slowly turned around to see her guest, as she did so she revealed much more.
Elizabeth gasped, "Is it possible?" she mused walking toward the sad creature.
"Miss De Bourgh?" she said tenderly.
The young woman lifted her head in disbelief and replied, "Do you really know me? No one has believed me. Yes, oh God, Yes I am Anne De Bourgh!"
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the sobbing Miss De Bourgh, as he comforted her saying, "Don't worry all will be well, I am here to help you!"
Turning to Vada, Elizabeth smiled, "I need you to take a message to my uncle for me."
Elizabeth was overjoyed to see her uncle upon his arrival at Bedlam. After filling him in about what she had been through, she told him of Anne De Bourgh. Bowled over by this news, Mr. Gardiner ordered Vada Mae, "Bring in the gentleman waiting in my carriage."
Colonel Fitzwilliam was as astonished as anyone at the news, he heard from Miss Bennet. Telling Vada Mae he accepted full responsibility for his cousin, he secured Miss De Bourgh's release. That night Anne and Elizabeth slept safely and peacefully under Mr. Gardiner's roof.
Chapter XIII
As he stood on the bank of the lake, Darcy felt a light touch on his shoulder. Turning, he happily met the gaze of a pair of fine eyes. Mesmerized by the lovely apparition, of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, he hesitantly reached out to touch her cheek. As he extended his hand toward her she instantaneously vanished.
Calling out he cried, 'Elizabeth please come back.'
Gazing across the placid lake, Darcy's eye was caught by a lone figure on the opposite bank.
'How did she get there, so swiftly?' he mused.
Considering his options, Darcy decided to take the direct route, to attain his goal of reaching the other side. Removing his jacket he lay it on the ground then placed his cravat and boots along side it. Walking toward the water he took a deep breath as he dove in, sending ripples across the once placid water.
Waking, in a cold sweat, he felt physically drained. Coming to the realization that it had all been a dream he breathed in a sigh of relief, as he lay back on his pillows. Closing his eyes, he soon dozed off to sleep.
Once again he found himself standing on the bank, gazing at the lone figure on the opposite bank. Hearing a faint cry, in the distance, calling out to him, 'William, where are you?' he cried out, 'here Lizzy, I'm here!'
Feeling a light touch on his shoulder, expecting to see Lizzy, he turned without hesitation. As his gaze met the eyes of his supplicant he screamed out, 'Anne!' as he awoke with a start, from his dream.>
As he climbed from his bed, to face another day, he muttered under his breath, 'Will I ever escape from this nightmare!'
Mr. Collins made his way to Rosings Park, as the others slept peacefully unaware of his absence, or so he thought. Upon reaching the house, he walked directly to the rose garden on the west side of the grounds. Pausing first, to make sure he had not been seen, he pushed a block on the wall in front of him, triggering a hidden door. Entering he lit a torch he found, residing in a sconce, on the wall. Using the torch to light his way he walked to the end of the passage then assented a staircase. After climbing the stairs for a distance, he stopped for a breath, before continuing on to the tower. Opening the door to the tower room he looked about, using the torch to light the room. Noticing a figure sitting in a chair he moved forward cautiously.
'Willie! Where have you been?'
'I beg your pardon dearest, but my guests have kept me quite busy.'
'Do you think they know anything?'
'No, they only think Miss Bennet is missing.'
'I didn't mean that! I meant are they on to you?'
'No, they just think I am an insensitive lout, as we planned,' he smirked.
Smiling, as she rose from the chair, the lady said, "Soon it all will be ours, Rosings and Pemberley."
Leading her to the bed in the center of the room, Mr. Collins took her roughly in his arms as he laughed, "Yes my darling Lili, just as we planned."
Mr. Bennet along with Charlotte had followed Mr. Collins from the parsonage at a safe distance. Having watched him enter through the secret passage, it soon became apparent to the pair that he was party to the disappearance of Lizzy and all that had followed. Charlotte seeing the anger in Mr. Bennet's countenance at his cousin's betrayal said mournfully, "I am so sorry Mr. Bennet, I had no idea."
Mr. Bennet sympathetically placed his arm around Charlotte's shoulder as he tried his best to comfort her. "It is not you who have betrayed me, you have nothing to berate yourself about."
"But I feel it is, if only I had not denied Mr. Collins, if I had performed my wifely duty, he would not have turned to…" having said this much, Charlotte blushed profusely as tears fell from her eyes.
Mr. Bennet shocked at this confession knew not how to respond at first, then taking Charlotte by the shoulders said in a very serious voice, "I am glad to see that you aren't as foolish as I once believed."
Chapter XIV
The house on Gracechurch Street was quiet in the wee hours of the morning, except for sounds of a mid-night feast emanating from the kitchen. Elizabeth having awoken to hunger pains had thrown on a robe and was now in the process of making herself a plate of cold meat and cheese. Sitting down at the table, with her small feast, she eagerly started to devour the plate's contents when she heard a noise in the hallway. Not being entirely over her recent nightmare, she procured a large knife from the cupboard drawer. Gripping the knife tightly, in her right hand, she called out,
'Who is there, please show yourself!'
Colonel Fitzwilliam appeared shocked at the sight that greeted him as he entered the kitchen. Recalling the terror Miss Bennet had recently endured he spoke softly as he apologized,
'I am sorry Miss Bennet, I didn't mean to frighten you,' glancing at her plate on the table, 'I thought I might raid Mr. Gardiner's pantry, but I see you have beat me to it.'
Feeling slightly embarrassed by her actions; Elizabeth stood blushing as she accepted the colonel's apology. Having replaced the knife in the cupboard drawer, Elizabeth motioned to the colonel to have a seat saying, 'Please there is enough for two raiders here, do join me.'
Bowing playfully, Colonel Fitzwilliam seated himself opposite Miss Bennet replying, 'I should be delighted in helping a fellow raider devour the spoils.'
At these words Elizabeth broke down laughing as she commented, 'I do hope we find this booty, unspoiled.'
The pair enjoyed their plunder and when the plate was emptied, the colonel had insisted on replenishing it. Having finished off a second plate, Colonel Fitzwilliam, sat back in his chair and smiled at his dining companion.
'I am afraid Mr. Gardiner's cook will be quite puzzled in the morning,' laughing as he finished, 'for I do believe we have eaten tomorrow's luncheon.'
Elizabeth burst into laughter as she realized just how much they had consumed. 'I don't believe I have ever eaten so much at one sitting in my life,' she declared.
Anne De Bourgh, the real Anne, lay sleeping as the feast was going on below stairs. Sleeping peacefully for the first time in quite a while her dreams were interrupted by images from her past she would rather forget.
Two little girls sat on the knees of their father. He was a handsome man with sandy brown hair and green eyes. He sang to his daughters a lullaby his mother had sang him and his twin years before, 'Too ra loo ra loo ra, Too ra loo ra li….'
Tears came to Anne's eyes as she mumbled the tune in her sleep. Rolling over she snuggled back down in the bed as her dreams continued.
Two young girls sat by their father in the tower room. He patted each on the head, then taking Anne's hand in his right hand and Lilith's in his left led them through the secret passage to Anne's bedchamber. Tucking Anne in he bent over his daughter kissing her forehead, turning back to the stairway he lead Lilith away.
Again tears flowed from Anne's eyes as she tossed and turned trying to forget the past.
Two girls age 12 sat on the floor of the tower room crying over their father's body as it lay on the floor.
Anne woke screaming, 'No Father no, don't leave us!'
While they had sat chatting in the kitchen, Elizabeth had finally summoned up the courage to thank the colonel for his part in aiding her family in the search.
'Colonel Fitzwilliam, I would like to extend my gratitude to you for your kind benevolence in aiding my family their search for me.'
'Please Miss Bennet, I wouldn't have even been here if it hadn't been for my cousin Darcy's insistence.'
Elizabeth looked up at these words with surprise, then queried, 'Mr. Darcy? Please explain colonel what does he have to do with it?'
Looking somewhat embarrassed the colonel replied, 'I thought your uncle would have informed you,' pausing to gather his thoughts before continuing, 'Mrs. Collins sent an express to Mr. Darcy after your disappearance begging his assistance.'
'Charlotte wrote to Mr. Darcy? But Why?' Elizabeth exclaimed.
'Mrs. Collins had gone in search of you after returning from Rosings and finding you missing, Mr. Collins was of no help, so feeling Mr. Darcy was a friend of yours and familiar with the area she wrote for his aide.'
'But why would he want to help me, after I …' stopping mid sentence she blushed.
The colonel knowing all the particulars of Mr. Darcy's prior proposal to Miss Bennet spoke, 'Miss Bennet, Darcy is not so cold as you seem to think. He is a loyal friend, and when he cares for someone, he will move heaven and earth to help them.'
Hearing this Elizabeth blanched, as she quickly changed the subject.
'If you came to London, then you must know about Mr. Wickham!'
The colonel quickly filled Elizabeth in about Darcy and himself finding Mr. Graves, the driver and the colonel's search for the carriage. Elizabeth then asked if Wickham and his traveling companion were dead, as she had believed when she left them in the wreck. Colonel Fitzwilliam affirmed that they were dead and that their bodies had been properly buried, as he had seen to it being done. Elizabeth then told the colonel how a gentleman and his wife, who found her limping on the side of the road, had offered her a ride.
'Colonel Fitzwilliam?'
'Yes, Miss Bennet.'
'Something Wickham said shortly before he died has puzzled me a great deal.'
'What did he say?'
'As he lay dying he said Mr. Darcy was to wed a mad woman.'
Colonel Fitzwilliam's countenance suddenly darkened, 'So he was in on it all,' he thought to himself.
Then addressing Elizabeth he said seriously, 'Miss Bennet, there is something you need to know.'
Then he went on to explain about Miss De Bourgh's threat to kill Elizabeth, if Darcy did not marry her. Elizabeth felt agitated hearing of Mr. Darcy's capitulation. She could not fathom that a man, who had been rejected, in such a fashion as he had by her, would give up his freedom for that woman. Not being able to arrive at a reasonable explanation for Mr. Darcy's action, she asked, 'Why would he give up his freedom for me?'
Being somewhat surprised by her question, having been privy to Darcy's feelings, knowing of his proposal, and the rejection, answered, 'Miss Bennet, my cousin can be resentful when hurt by the actions of others; but where his heart is concerned he is not, for those he loves he can be most forgiving and protective.'
Observing tears welling up in Elizabeth's eyes he said, 'I am sorry I….'
Suddenly a scream was heard throughout the house.
'Noooo, Father!'
Mr. Gardiner, whom had been the first to reach Anne had found her, sitting up with her arms around her knees rocking back and forth, as she cried frantically. Having young children he was used to calming their fears, so he sat on the bed next to her and put his arm around her shoulder as he said soothingly, 'Hush now it was just a dream, hush.'
When Elizabeth and the colonel arrived at the door they found Mr. Gardiner cradling Anne in his arms. Anne looked almost childlike in her appearance. Her eyes were red from crying as she clung to Mr. Gardiner. After a few moments, Anne noticing the other's staring at her, moved away from her comforter, and sniffing said, 'Please forgive me I didn't mean to wake you all.'
'That is quite all right Miss De Bourgh, my children have bad dreams every now and then, it was of no significance,' Mr. Gardiner said.
Elizabeth sensing Anne's anxiety queried, 'Miss De Bourgh, Anne, what was your dream about? Sometimes talking them out can help.'
'I don't know Miss Bennet, but maybe it would. Mother has always told me not to think about them, she says it is not healthy. But I don't seem to be able to forget, maybe talking about it will help.'
Inviting them all to sit down, she began to relate her story.
'When we were born, Lilith and I, my mother worried that one of us would not be right, you know in the head. You see my father had an older brother, Francis, he was his twin. Francis seemed just fine as a young boy, even into his teens. But one day he snapped, he killed my father's favorite dog for no reason. When he was asked about it, he did not deny it he simply said he didn't like the dog so he killed it. My grandfather De Bourgh then had Francis placed in a tower room, where he could watch over him. Francis grew worse and worse, until one day he tried to burn down Rosings. My father and his mother managed to escape, but Francis and my grandfather were trapped in the burning building and died.
'My mother had heard of this, from my grandmother, shortly before delivering us. It frightened her so badly; she had Lilith taken from the room immediately and denied her existence. My father who was sure that it would not repeat, had Lilith put in the tower room, where my mother would not see her. He visited her every day and when we were old enough to play together, he would take me to see her. There are many hidden passages in Rosings; my father showed them to us, they were our secret. He promised that as long as he lived he would protect Lilith, and not let her be sent away. Then one day when we were about twelve years old, father and I had gone up to see Lilith. He had promised to take us riding, because mother was gone visiting the poor. We had just reached the tower room, when he became very pale; he clasped a hand to his chest and crumpled over. I could not move, I was paralyzed with fear. But Lilith, she knew I could not be found there, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. I don't know how, but the next thing I remember was I was lying in my bed, and mother was sitting next to me crying. I heard her say, 'Lilith will pay for killing your father, I promise you Anne.' I wish I had said something now, but it is too late. If Lilith is insane, it is not because of a curse like my mother would like to believe, but because of my mother.'
Finishing her tale, Anne burst into tears once more.
Elizabeth was the one to give comfort this time, placing her arm around Miss De Bourgh's shoulder. 'Anne it is no wonder you have nightmares,' Elizabeth said. Then looking around the room, she said, 'We have to get to Rosings, before Lady Catherine figures out that it is Lilith and not Anne there.'
'Yes, even though Lilith has done some bad things, I fear for her and my mother's safety, they are so much alike. They are both strong willed and will do just about anything to get what they want.'
Colonel Fitzwilliam hearing his cousin's last words shouted, 'Then what are we waiting for, make haste we must get to Rosings.'
Georgiana sat at the table waiting for her breakfast. Mrs. Annesley had ordered her favorite breakfast curds and whey with fresh berries, for Miss Darcy. Their carriage was almost ready, the wheel having arrived early that morning. Georgiana had just scooped up a spoonful of the concoction, when they had heard a carriage pull up to the inn. Mrs. Annesley, looking out to see who it was, turned and said, 'Miss Darcy I believe one of the passengers is your cousin the colonel.'
Georgiana jumped from her seat upsetting the curds and whey.
'Oh, no now look what I've done. I'm just like little Miss Muffet, jumping from her tuffet.'
Giggling she called to the servant to tell the new arrivals to please join her for breakfast, adding at the last, 'Do bring me some more curds and whey, I've seem to upset mine.'
Colonel Fitzwilliam was surprised to say the least on hearing of Miss Darcy's presence at the inn. After informing the others they ascended the stairs and joined Miss Darcy and her companion. Getting the introductions out of the way, the colonel enlightened his young cousin of all he knew, then suggested she join their party for the trip to Rosings. Miss Darcy agreed and wanting to get to know Miss Bennet better asked, 'Miss Bennet, would you do me the honor of accompanying me in my coach for part of the ride?'
'Thank you Miss Darcy I would be delighted,' she replied after looking for approval from Miss De Bourgh, whom didn't seem to object. As soon as they had all dined they removed to the carriages, Miss Bennet and Miss Darcy went in the Darcy carriage, while Mrs. Annesley and Miss De Bourgh accompanied by Mr. Gardiner rode in the other carriage. Colonel Fitzwilliam, took the opportunity to ride on ahead, as he had much to think about.
Chapter XV
Mr. Darcy's head was spinning at how quickly plans for his marriage to Anne (Lilith) were culminating. Lady Catherine had not wasted a moment going over the terms of the settlement. At first she had questioned the lack of money, but then concluded it was not of importance saying, "After all Anne will not need your money, she is the sole heir to Rosings and has plenty of her own."
Anne (Lilith) flinched at her mother's words, but Darcy took it to be from embarrassment at the remark. As soon as all was agreed on Lady Catherine inquired, "Now what about the date, when are you two to be joined together."
Anne (Lilith) blushed, then smiling spoke up, "Saturday."
Darcy stunned at this pronouncement looked at his cousin with abhorrence. Lady Catherine looking at her daughter seemed disconcerted, but then a sly smile came to her lips as she replied, "Yes why wait. We have the special license, and the chapel adjoining the mausoleum will do quite nicely. There really is no need to prolong this engagement, yes Saturday it is!"
"But Aunt Catherine, I would so like Georgiana to be here. Can we not wait until she arrives?" Darcy implored.
Smiling at Darcy, Anne said bluntly, "I am sure you want your sister to be here, but I really want to be married on Saturday. Can you not see that? Who is more important your sister or the woman you love?"
Darcy seemed to pale at his cousin's words, having no other option opened to him soon acquiesced to the plan. Taking his leave he left the ladies, as they began the preparations for the wedding, heading to the stables.
Spying a stable boy he bellowed, "You there! Saddle Mortimer for me at once!"
"Yes sir," the boy replied as he scurrying away.
Darcy paced in front of the stables as he waited for his mount. "Saturday!" he lamented. Then speaking loudly he exclaimed, "Fitzwilliam! Where are you?"
The stable boy, exiting the stable just then, startled by this sudden outburst replied meekly, "Here I am sir, but how did you know my name?"
"What!"
"Why you asked where Fitz Williams was did you not sir?"
Darcy taken back by the boy's remarks merely smiled. Taking the reins from the boy mounted his steed and rode away.
Mortimer, a beautiful chestnut stallion, was Darcy's favorite mount at Rosings. Darcy feeling the need for a good gallop gave Mortimer his head as they entered the open park. The pair raced over the open fields and through a pleasant meadow, which Darcy barely noticed, before coming to the river edge. Stopping near a small bridge, Darcy dismounted leaving Mortimer to graze a while. Deciding to walk for a moment, he crossed the bridge and walked to a familiar spot on the other side of the river. Sitting, on a boulder, under the willow trees he pulled out Lizzy's cross and held it to his lips. Closing his eyes he could see its owner as if she were there, her fine eyes seemed to smile at him saying all was forgiven. Rousing himself from this reverie he spotted a small skiff on the river down stream, not wishing to be seen he moved further back as he watched the skiff's movement.
Anne (Lilith) left her mother a few moments after Darcy, claiming a headache. Lady Catherine, distracted by the wedding plans, merely waved her daughter off saying, "Go rest Anne, by all means."
Then turning back to the tasks in front of her mused, "I can do much better without your help anyway."
Exiting the drawing room, Anne (Lilith) made her way to the tower. Curling up on the bed she began to weep, "I told her Ladyship I would be married Saturday, but she didn't even flinch. Oh Father, does she not know what Saturday is? How could she forget the day you left us, so long ago?"
Mr. Bingley arriving at the parsonage early had taken breakfast with his fiancée, Miss Jane Bennet. He along with the others was sitting in the parlor awaiting tea, when Mrs. Collins spied her husband sneaking out of the parsonage. Excusing herself, she followed him out the door calling after him, "Mr. Collins! Where are you going? Tea is about to be served."
Mr. Collins, startled by his wife's sudden appearance, called back as he hastened away, "I uh uh have a call to make, I'll be back around dinner. Make my apologies to our guests."
Returning to the parlor, and her guests, Charlotte plopped down in a chair sarcastically saying, "Mr. Collins sends his apologies, he has a call to make."
Mr. Bennet, catching the tone of Mrs. Collins' voice raised an eyebrow as he mused, "Cousin, you are a fool!"
Mr. Collins practically trotted down the path to Hunsford until out of site of the parsonage. Checking to see if he had been followed, he turned off the path into the woods bordering Rosings Park. Hustling through the woods, he headed toward the river that ran behind Rosings itself. Reaching the bank, he uncovered a small skiff, which had been hidden among the reeds. Climbing aboard the skiff, he paddled toward the dock behind Rosings, keeping a careful eye out for anyone nearby who might spy him. Rowing up to the dock, he tied the skiff to the dock and climbed out, nearly falling as he did so. Walking to a partially-hidden door, overgrown with vines, he pulled a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, unlocking the door. Looking around once more, he pushed the door open and went inside, closing the door behind him.
Sitting on the other bank, under the shade of several willows, Mr. Darcy had watched the boatman. Finally being able to make out the identity of the man, as he disembarked from the skiff, he mused, "Mr. Collins, what are you up too!"
Looking up at the tower, where Mr. Collins had entered, Darcy noticed a window that overlooking the river. After a few minutes gazing at the empty window, he was rewarded with a surprise. Much to his amazement, two lovers stood in full view of the window, oblivious to his watchful presence outside. "Anne and Collins!" he exclaimed as he saw the couple embrace. Darcy could not believe what he was witnessing, the couple stood pawing at each other in undignified behavior, turning from the grotesque sight he hurried back across the river to his mount. Shaking his head as he walked back, he could not fathom what this all meant.
"Why would Anne want to wed me if she loves Collins? Why did Collins marry Miss Lucas if he loves Anne? Is Collins in on her horrendous plan? My God he is Elizabeth's cousin!"
Reaching the spot he left Mortimer, he took the steed's reins in his hand leading him behind. Walking for nearly an hour thinking of what he had seen, his head began to hurt. Rubbing his temples, he looked for a place to rest. As he looked around, he realized where he had walked. It was the exact spot where Elizabeth had been sitting, when she was abducted. Sitting down, he buried his head in his hands and allowed tears to fall. Sitting up he wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. Taking a deep breath he stood, and mounting Mortimer rode back to Rosings.
Lady Catherine had seen to all the details for the wedding. The cook, who was not pleased at the short notice, had been given the menu for the wedding breakfast, and dinner for the couple. The gardener had been told what flowers to cut for the chapel, and Miss De Bourgh's bouquet. The housekeeper had been informed; to make sure the chapel was thoroughly dusted, as it had been quite sometime since it had been used. The maids had been told which room to make up for the young couple's first night. All that was left was the guests. Deciding that a small family wedding was best, Lady Catherine sat at her desk writing out invitations.
"Lord and Lady Matlock, oh dear I don't see how they will have enough time to travel that far," she sighed, "no one will be able to make it, Saturday."
Suddenly it dawned on her, "That's tomorrow! No wonder cook was so upset. Well, I guess the Collins' guests will do. They will no doubt feel honored to witness such a momentous occasion."
Pulling out a sheet of paper she wrote a brief note to Mr. Collins informing him of his services being required, and the honor she had of allowing his guests to attend the ceremony.
Mr. Bennet, who had asked for permission to use Mr. Collins' book room, sat reading one of the many copies of Fordyce's Sermons Mr. Collins owned. Having found it terribly dull reading, he decided to write his family at Longbourn, to assure them of his safety and of Jane's engagement. Opening a drawer in the small desk, he searched for a clean sheet of paper to write upon. Having no luck, he was about to shut the drawer, when he noticed something odd.
"Now isn't that odd. The drawer is shallower than it should be."
He said as he tapped on the bottom of the drawer. Hearing a rather dull sound, he went about measuring the drawer inside and out.
"I believe this drawer has a false bottom," he mused.
At first he thought about calling Mrs. Collins, but thought better of it, as he didn't wish to disturb her over nothing. Emptying out the drawer he felt along the bottom, hoping to discover a way to open it. At the rear of the drawer he felt a small hole, which he placed a finger in and pulled up, revealing several hidden documents below.
Mr. Bennet perused the documents with great interest. He was so engrossed by his discovery that he nearly lost track of the time. Noticing the room was getting darker; he put the documents aside as he reassembled the drawer. Carefully tucking the documents into his jacket, he picked up the book he had been reading earlier and exited the room, just as Mr. Collins arrived home.
"Mr. Bennet, I hope you found my modest library to your liking?" Mr. Collins said on seeing his cousin exiting the book room.
"Yes, I found it quite peaceful," Mr. Bennet replied stifling a yawn, "and very restful. I am afraid I dozed off for quite a while in there."
Noticing the book in Mr. Bennet's hand, Mr. Collins breathed a sigh of relief he mused, "Yes Fordyce's Sermons would make one doze."
Shortly before dinner a message arrived for Mr. Collins from Lady Catherine. Mr. Collins seemed quite delighted at the request for his services. Mr. Collins asked that all the guests be assembled in the parlor for a special announcement. As the last guest was seated, Mr. Collins stood and clearing his throat announced in a loud voice, "I have the pleasure of extending a most gracious invitation from Lady Catherine De Bourgh. We are all to be in attendance tomorrow at ten o'clock in the small chapel adjoining the De Bourgh mausoleum, for the wedding of Mr. Darcy and Miss De Bourgh. I am thrilled to say that I have been selected to perform the nuptials and I am sure you all feel the honor of being allowed to witness this momentous event."
After rambling on for several minutes more about the benevolence and goodness of his kind patroness Mr. Collins was interrupted, to the delight of many, by Daisy announcing, "Dinner is served."
The thoughts of those at the dinner table were varied. Mr. Bingley found himself wishing, "If only it were Jane and I."
Jane was wishing, "If only Lizzy were back, then Mr. Bingley and I could plan our marriage."
Maria was musing, "I wonder if I will catch the bouquet, I do love weddings."
Mrs. Gardiner was wondering, "Has Edward managed to find Lizzy yet, I do wish he would get here in time to stop this travesty."
Mr. Bennet was wondering, "How can Collins do this? If no one else ends this I will!" as he patted his jacket.
Charlotte sat mediating, "Where is Richard?"
Mr. Collins thought, "Why is the beef so tough?"
When Bingley arrived back at Rosings that evening, he found everyone had gone to bed except his friend, who was sitting in the study inebriated from much bourbon. Helping him to his room, Bingley mused, "If I had to face tomorrow what you do, I should do just the same."
Before closing the door, he looked back at his friend pondering, "You must love her a great deal to sacrifice yourself so."
Chapter XVI
Fitzwilliam Darcy lay sleeping, dreaming of his wedding day.
Standing at the altar Darcy felt as though the world was collapsing around him. The walls of the chapel were caving in around him. His feet chained at the ankles made it impossible for him to move. Unable to free himself from the shackles that bound him, he soon began to feel unable to breathe.
Darcy awoke short of breath. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he pounded on his pillow before lying his head back on it and falling to sleep.
Standing at the altar Darcy gazes at his bride as she proceeds down the aisle toward him. Eagerly anticipating her arrival, at the altar, he finds himself being held captive by her fine eyes. 'Elizabeth,' he whispers under his breath closing his eyes for a moment. Opening his eyes again, he is astounded to find his loves dark eyes exchanged for the green eyes of…
'Anne!' he cries out, as he is startled out of his slumber. Sitting up in his bed, Darcy shakes his head, then lying back down drifts off to sleep, once more.
Standing at the altar Darcy finds himself praying for deliverance, as a familiar soft feminine voice calls out, 'William.'
Awakening early Saturday, Darcy dresses himself quietly so as not to wake the others who are still abed. Making his way downstairs, he espies several servants, whom are in the process of preparing for the wedding, as he passes through the house on his way out. Having decided to take a stroll, in order to clear his head, Darcy turns down the lane leading to his favorite walk through the park.
Having ridden ahead of the others, Colonel Fitzwilliam, soon finds he is in the woods bordering Rosings Park. Riding with care, so as not to be hit by passing limbs, he makes his way toward the park. Upon reaching his destination, he espies a familiar figure trudging along at a fast pace. Pulling back on the reigns of his mount, the colonel dismounts and after tying his horse to a nearby sapling, heads down the path to join his cousin.
'Darcy!' Colonel Fitzwilliam calls out to his cousin, trying to gain his attention.
Hearing his name, Darcy turns in the direction of the voice inquiring, 'What news, Fitzwilliam?'
Looking around, to insure they were alone, the colonel smiles saying, 'She is safe.'
Never in all his life had Colonel Fitzwilliam seen his cousins' face beam so, as it did with the utterance of those words. Darcy's countenance was animated beyond description.
Shooting off questions in rapid succession, Darcy impatiently inquired,
'Safe, are you certain? She is well? She wasn't harmed? Where is she?'
'One question at a time cousin,' the colonel responded laughing, to himself, before continuing, 'Miss Bennet is with her uncle and…' then remembering Darcy knew nothing of Lilith's deceit, he said, 'Darcy there is much I need to disclose to you. I only ask your patience for a moment longer.'
Darcy puzzled by his cousins' request acquiesced, 'Okay Fitzwilliam, but please don't waste time in the telling.'
Knowing that he could be a bit wordy at times, Fitzwilliam tried to be as brief as possible in his appraisal of the events that had occurred since their last meeting. Recounting the events preceding his arrival at Mr. Gardiner's, Fitzwilliam related finding Wickham and Mrs. Younge dead, and arranging for a discreet burial of the pair.
Hearing this Darcy reflected, 'Wickham is finally out of Georgiana's and my life.'
Colonel Fitzwilliam, noticing his cousins' distant look paused for a moment before continuing the account of his trip to London. Mr. Darcy sat listening with acute interest as he was informed of Elizabeth's recovery. His cousin related to him, how an older couple, who happened upon her shortly after the carriage wreck, had assisted Miss Bennet. He then informed Darcy of Elizabeth being brought to St. Mary's hospital after she had collapsed in route to London. Darcy could barely contain himself at hearing this news.
'St. Marys? You mean they left her in Bedlam?' he cried out.
Discerning his cousin's concern, Colonel Fitzwilliam replied, 'Darcy you forget, although St. Marys has a certain reputation, it is also a charity hospital. The couple did not know Miss Bennet, and they were good enough to see she was attended to.'
'Yes you are quite right, it is just that place. Why Bedlam?'
'It is fortunate that she ended up there, for Anne's sake,' Colonel Fitzwilliam replied.
'For Anne's sake?' Darcy shouted, 'What do you mean for Anne's sake?'
Explaining himself to his cousin, the colonel related all he knew of Anne's confinement, in Bedlam, at her twin's hand.
Darcy could not believe what he was hearing.
'Anne has a twin?' he mused. 'So it is Lilith and not Anne whom I am to wed today?' he queried.
'Today? You are to wed today?' the colonel asked incredulously.
'Yes in two hours. But now that I know Miss Bennet is safe I can call off this farce.' Darcy replied.
Turning to his cousin, with a glint in his eye and a sly smile upon his face, Colonel Fitzwilliam said, 'Wait I have a better idea.'
As their coach came to a stop, Georgiana and Elizabeth expressed their regret at having to part so soon.
'I have enjoyed our conversation Miss Bennet,' Georgiana said softly as Elizabeth exited the coach.
Turning to her new friend Elizabeth smiling said, 'I too have enjoyed our time together; it was very enlightening.'
Miss Annesley reclaimed her place in the Darcy coach, as Miss Bennet returned to her place, with her uncle and Miss De Bourgh, in the second coach.
Reflecting on her conversation with Miss Darcy, Elizabeth fell into a silent reverie as she looked out the window.
A tall proud man entered the assembly room, at Meryton, along with a small party of friends. Keeping to himself, he stands apart from the others who join in the dancing and conversation. Observing him closer Elizabeth noticed that he seemed ill at ease, even reticent among those assembled.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Elizabeth blushed at her unabashed misconception of Mr. Darcy's character. Leaning back in her seat, she began weighing the events of the past few months in her mind, as she gazed back out the window.
Mr. Collins left the parsonage early, before the others had risen. Making his way to the small chapel, at Rosings Park, he stifled an urge to cry. Entering the building he felt a chill come over him.
'Okay Willie calm down,' he whispered as he ruminated, 'soon it will all be over, then Lili and I will go to a new land and begin life anew as Mr. and Mrs. William Knotts.'
Noticing a sound emanating from behind the altar. As he approached the altar he was startled by a figure stepping out from behind it. 'Willie!' Lilith cried out as she ran into his waiting arms.
'Lili my darling, are you sure you want to continue with our plan?' Mr. Collins asked.
Looking him in the eye, Lilith took a step back saying, 'Dearest it is the only way. Mother would have kept me a prisoner in Bedlam 'til her dying day. I would never have been acknowledged as the eldest, therefore being cut off from my rightful inheritance.'
Smiling she embraced Mr. Collins whispering, 'Do not worry my love, Darcy will never touch me. He will die before he has a chance.'
Laughing maniacally, she threw her arms around her lover as she kissed him passionately before taking her leave back through the secret doorway.
Darcy arrived back at Rosings in time to greet his sister, as she alighted from her carriage. Embracing his sister he said with joy, 'Georgiana I am so happy you are here.'
'Brother,' she responded in kind, kissing his cheek, 'I am pleased to finally be with you again.'
After the usual pleasantries were exchanged, Darcy escorted his sister into their aunt's house.
On entering the house, the pair was met by Lady Catherine, as she descended the staircase.
'Georgiana, I am delighted to see you will be here to witness this momentous occasion,' Lady Catherine announced smiling sickly sweet.
Looking somewhat puzzled, Georgiana queried, 'Occasion aunt?'
Addressing her nephew, Lady Catherine said haughtily, 'Darcy surely you have informed your sister as to your nuptials today?'
Darcy upset with his aunt's revelation replied, 'Aunt my sister has only just arrived, we have not been able to yet discuss the events of the day.'
Holding out his arm to Georgiana he smiled asking, 'Georgiana, would you like to stretch your legs a bit; while I enlighten you regarding my future life.'
Georgiana smiling at her brother, as she placed her arm on his replied, 'If our aunt will excuse us, I would be delighted to take a stroll around the grounds.'
'Very well, but do make it a brief stroll as I should not like you to be late for your own wedding Darcy,' Lady Catherine replied, as the pair walked out the door.
Walking arm in arm around the grounds brother and sister discussed the events of the past few weeks, as well as what was to take place later that morning.
'Elizabeth,' Mr. Gardiner said beseeching his niece, 'please remain here with Miss De Bourgh while I acquaint the others with all that has occurred.'
Elizabeth nodded her assent, even though she felt an urge to run from the coach and into the arms of her worried father. Mr. Gardiner arriving at the front door of the parsonage was greeted happily by his wife. Mrs. Gardiner was relieved, to say the least, at her husband's unexpected arrival.
'Husband,' she asked excitedly, 'tell me did you find our Lizzy?'
Smiling Mr. Gardiner replied, 'Yes, she is waiting in the carriage with a surprise guest.'
After explaining to his wife briefly about the carriage's other occupant, he asked, 'Where is Mr. Bennet?'
'I believe he is sitting in the Collins' garden, under a weeping willow tree,' his wife answered.
Kissing his wife's cheek, Mr. Gardiner went in search of his brother-in-law.
Elizabeth and Miss De Bourgh sat nervously waiting in the carriage. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on both their minds. Looking at Anne, Elizabeth noted, 'Miss De Bourgh seems to be holding up well under the strain of her past experiences.'
Anne, in deep reflection, starred blankly ahead at the seat opposite her and Miss Bennet. Occasionally it seemed to Elizabeth, that she could see a questioning look on her new friend's face. Pondering whether or not to ask, Miss De Bourgh if something was bothering her, Elizabeth shifted uneasily in her seat. Anne ruminated over whether to disclose all she knew about Lilith's plan.
Recalling her last encounter with Lilith, Anne shivered. Anne had visited her sister, at Bedlam, only a few times since finding out where her mother had taken Lilith. Lady Catherine had not allowed Anne to talk of Lilith, since their father's death. It was merely by accident that Anne had found the whereabouts of her sister. On a shopping trip to London, when Anne was eighteen, her mother had stopped at St. Mary's for what she called a business appointment. It did not take Anne long to realize that this was where she had sent Lilith so long ago. Anne had found an opportunity to visit the place for herself, later that week when her mother was out. Feigning a sick headache, Anne had stayed at home while her mother paid a visit to Lady Matlock and some other family members.
On arriving at Bedlam, Anne had been shocked at the conditions she found there. Patients were lying on cots in the hallways, some in their own bodily excrements. Lilith overjoyed at seeing her sister again had pleaded with Anne to take her from Bedlam. Anne could not think of that meeting without pain. She had longed to free her sister, but knew she was not strong enough to go against her mother. Promising to visit again when she could, she had left her sister begging her to free her. The visits between then and the last one had been few and brief. Anne would bring Lilith one or two of her old dresses and they would sit and talk of family. Anne knew it was partially her fault that Lilith knew of their mother's plan to marry Anne to Darcy, as she had let it slip on one occasion. It had been several months since her last visit, when Anne had received a letter, from Lilith, to come to her at once. The letter had been slipped under Anne's bedchamber door, early one morning. Using the excuse that she was in need of a new gown, for Darcy's yearly visit, Anne implored her mother to let her go to London that same day. Lady Catherine had not been pleased, as she could not leave at present, but she had finally agreed to let Anne go accompanied by Mrs. Jenkins.
Chapter XVII ~ Conclusion
Pausing for a moment, in her reflection of events leading up to her last visit with Lilith, Anne sighed. Then looking back out the window, resumed her recollection. Mrs. Jenkins had accompanied Anne on many trips to London, to purchase gowns. Knowing that Anne preferred to attend the dressmakers alone, Mrs. Jenkins had not been surprised when Anne suggested she take the opportunity to visit her daughter, who resided in London. After depositing Mrs. Jenkins at her daughter's home, Anne proceeded on to Bedlam. Lilith had been ecstatic at Anne's arrival. Looking back now, Anne realized her twin had duped her. Lilith had been full of questions.
"Where did you say you were going? Who accompanied you? Where are they now?"
Before the visit was over Lilith knew all she needed to take her sister's place. Lilith had insisted that Anne share tea with her, and had even poured it out as they conversed. Anne now realized, "That's when she drugged me."
As Anne lay unable to move, on Lilith's cot, her sister outlined her plan to her step by step. First she would take her sister's place at Rosings. Next she would find a way to wed, then dispose of a wealthy husband. Then she and a Mr. Knotts, whom Lilith claimed was her husband, would take her new-found wealth and disappear. Lilith did not know how long this would take, but Anne remembered her saying, "What is time, I have been held prisoner here for many years. You surely won't mind staying a few, until I have managed to execute my plan."
Then turning to leave she promised Anne, "I will not leave you here forever dear sister, your kindness will be rewarded. When my plan has come to fruition, I will send mother a note, telling her of your presence in Bedlam."
Mr. Gardiner found Mr. Bennet exactly where Mrs. Gardiner had said he could be found, in the garden sitting beneath a willow tree. Mr. Bennet was intently perusing some documents, when Mr. Gardiner startled him as he called out, "Good news brother your lost lamb is returned to the fold."
Mr. Bennet could scarcely contain himself as tears began to well up in his eyes, at the news. Looking up at Mr. Gardiner he said apologetically, "Pardon me brother, but the sun is affecting my eyes some, it seems."
Mr. Gardiner merely smiled at his brother-in-law's statement, as his eyes became a bit affected also. Taking a seat next to Mr. Bennet, Mr. Gardiner filled him in on the details surrounding Lizzy's recovery. As he finished the account Mr. Gardiner said, "There are two persons whom we owe much to, unfortunately they remain unknown to us, that being the kind couple who found Lizzy and took her to safety at Bedlam."
"I would not call Bedlam a place of safety. The mere mention of its name brings up no such images." Mr. Bennet replied adding, "But it is a source of comfort knowing there are people of great solicitude in the world."
Mr. Collins' absence made it possible for Lizzy and Miss De Bourgh to be safely concealed in Mrs. Gardiner's bedchamber. It was agreed upon, after much discussion, that Elizabeth and Miss De Bourgh's presence would be kept as quiet as possible, especially from Mr. Collins, until Mr. Darcy could be consulted.
Mr. Gardiner had just finished sequestering the ladies away, when Colonel Fitzwilliam had made his appearance. Joining the others in the garden, except for Elizabeth and Miss De Bourgh, he enlightened them to the plan he and Darcy had agreed upon. Mrs. Collins, Mariah, Miss Bennet, Mr. Bingley and Mrs. Gardiner would leave for the chapel shortly after Mr. Collins left. Mr. Bennet, Mr. Gardiner and the surprise guests would arrive as the wedding began. Making their appearance shortly after Mr. Collins asked if anyone had objections. First Lizzy would enter on her uncle's arm, announcing her objection. Next Miss Darcy would produce the document she brought from Pemberley. If this did not halt the wedding, then Mr. Bennet would enter with Anne and she would have her say. Mr. Bennet had yet to divulge to anyone the information contained in the documents, taken from Mr. Collins' desk. Feeling that Miss De Bourgh would not be up to her part of the plan, he knew it would be up to him to step forward first.
As the time of the wedding drew near, all parties involved grew anxious. Anne (Lilith) had just emerged from her bath, when her mother came to check on her progress.
"Anne, for goodness sake, you've not even started dressing yet," Lady Catherine said very perturbed.
Quickly pulling her robe tightly around her, Anne (Lilith) sat down at her dressing table as she replied, with a conciliatory tone in her voice, "I am sorry mother. Do not worry I will be ready one time," pausing for a moment she then sneered, "after all they cannot very well start the ceremony without the bride."
Surprised by her usually docile daughter's sudden sarcasm, Lady Catherine twinged slightly. Squinting her eyes, as she peered closely, at her daughter, Lady Catherine deliberated in her mind, "Is it possible she is Lilith?"
Then shaking her head slightly, she ascribed this sudden sarcasm to a case of pre-wedding nerves.
As her mother exited the room, Anne (Lilith) took in a deep breath. Sighing she mused, "Good, she did not notice my birthmark."
Slipping off her robe, as she dressed herself, a strawberry mark was revealed on her left shoulder. Pulling on her camisole she adjusted the strap covering the mark, before calling her abigail to help her finish dressing.
Darcy dressed with care, making sure to look his best. Humming a familiar tune to himself as his man tied his cravat, he stood looking at his reflection, in the mirror. Smiling to himself, as he took one last look, Darcy mused, "I must look my best when I see the woman I love."
Georgiana sat in the drawing room admiring her aunt's pianoforte. Gliding her hand over the instrument, she found herself wishing for such a fine instrument of her own. Moving to the seat, she sat down at the keyboard and began picking out a tune she found already displayed in front of her, while she waited for the others.
Mr. Collins had returned home only long enough to change for the wedding. As soon as he had changed he called to his wife, "Charlotte make haste, make haste. You do not want to keep her ladyship waiting," as he walked out the door.
Shortly after Mr. Collins left for the chapel, the first group followed behind. Mr. Bingley escorted the group of ladies to the chapel, then went to join Darcy in the small vestibule, where he was to wait until his bride's arrival.
Lady Catherine arrived on the heels of Mr. Bingley and his party with Miss Darcy as well as Colonel Fitzwilliam, who had surprised his aunt by arriving as she stepped out the door on her way to the chapel. Mrs. Jenkins was seated at the small pianoforte Lady Catherine had requested be moved there for the ceremony. As the music commenced the room fell into a silence that could have awoke the dead. The music Lady Catherine had selected was more suitable for a funeral than a marriage. Mariah turning to her sister asked, "Why is Mrs. Jenkins playing a requiem?"
Charlotte replied with a "shush!" and a stern look as she put a finger to her lips.
Anne (Lilith) entered the chapel in a high-necked long sleeve gown of pale green. The hem of the gown was trimmed in orange ribbons, as was her hair, which was pulled up in a mass of curls on top of her head. In her arms she held a bouquet of tiger lilies and narcissus.
Lady Catherine gasped when she caught sight of her daughter, "What in heavens name is she wearing?"
She queried as she gripped tightly to the pew to steady herself.
Darcy felt ill at the sight of Anne (Lilith). Grimacing at his bride he mused, "I can hardly wait for the fun to begin."
Mr. Collins could not keep his eyes off the bride. Talking to himself he said, "She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."
The thoughts of those assembled to witness the joining of two great estates were much the same as the groom's, as they waited eagerly for the ax to fall ending this farce.
As Mr. Collins began the ceremony, Mr. Gardiner and Elizabeth waited at the back of the chapel hidden from view. As Mr. Collins admonished the couple as to the sacredness of marriage. Mr. Bennet and Miss Anne flinched at his words as they thought, unknown to each other, "What a hypocrite you are Mr. Knotts!"
Reaching the part of the ceremony where the minister states, "If anyone here has any reason why these two may not be legally joined, let them now come forward," Mr. Collins was shocked to hear a voice from the shadows say,
"I DO!"
Looking to the back of the chapel, Lilith and Mr. Collins were shocked, as was Lady Catherine, to see Miss Elizabeth Bennet standing in the aisle. Mr. Collins asked calmly, as his voice quivered, "What objection could you have to this union, cousin Elizabeth?"
Mr. Darcy smiled at Elizabeth as she stepped forward to air her objection.
"Mr. Darcy is marrying Miss De Bourgh under duress!" Elizabeth said loudly.
At this announcement, Miss Darcy stood up and said, waving a document in her hand, "If that is the case, then William is disinherited, and I become the sole heir of Pemberley."
"What!" Lady Catherine cried.
"Anne tell me you have not coerced Darcy into this marriage."
"Of course not mother, how would I have done that?" Anne (Lilith) said innocently.
Then looking at Georgiana, Lady Catherine smiled as she said, "It does not matter, even if your claim is true and Darcy is disinherited. Anne is the sole heir of Rosings so they will be financially taken care of."
Smiling, Lilith turned back to Mr. Collins and commanded, "On with the ceremony."
As Mr. Collins started to continue, a loud voice was heard coming from the rear of the chapel.
"Stop, Mr. Collins can not continue!"
Lady Catherine, who had had just about enough interruptions turned glaring at the gentleman at the back of the chapel. "What! Why not!" she demanded.
Stepping forward with Miss De Bourgh on his arm, Mr. Bennet announced, "Because he is not Mr. Collins, and she is not Miss Anne De Bourgh!"
A hush fell over the chapel as Lady Catherine looked from one Anne to the other. Sinking into her seat, she rubbed her eyes then looked again, first at the one on Mr. Bennet's arm then the one standing at the altar.
"No this can not be!" Lady Catherine cried, "Lilith is in Bedlam!"
Stepping forward Lilith said, "Why mother? Why did you put me in that place?"
"Because you are the first born twin. The De Bourgh curse was on you, just as it was on Louis's twin Francis. The day you were born your grandmother told me about the curse, then you killed your father just as Francis killed his."
"I didn't kill father," Lilith cried.
"That's the same thing you told me that day, but he died so suddenly, and you were there."
Anne finally seeing the damage her silence all those years ago had caused cried out, "No Lilith didn't kill father! I was there too, he died of apoplexy."
Lady Catherine could not believe her ears, "What? But you were asleep in your bed, I saw you."
"Oh mother, I was but a child, we both were children. When father grabbed his chest and fell over, I was frightened, so I ran back to my room and cried myself to sleep. I didn't say anything because I knew you would be mad that I was with Lilith."
Gathering her sobbing child to her breast, Lady Catherine tried comforting her saying, "Hush child; it's not your fault Lilith is insane!"
Darcy could not believe what he was hearing. Incensed at his aunt's ignorance Darcy angrily said, "Aunt Catherine, I can't believe you truly believe Lilith is insane, because of some superstitious rumor. You are to blame for all of Lilith's actions. You who denied her a mother's love. You who put her in Bedlam, amongst the mentally deficient of the land. If she is insane, your treatment of her made her that way."
Anne, drying her eyes, looked to where her sister had been standing said, "Where are they? Where is Lili and Mr. Knotts?"
Spying the door behind the altar, Colonel Fitzwilliam, followed close behind by Darcy, went in search of the couple. Traveling along the hidden passage for sometime they came to a flight of stairs leading upward. Climbing up several flights of stairs, they soon found themselves in a small tower room. Looking out the window, Darcy knew it was the room he had seen the pair in, for it overlooked the river. Looking out the window, Darcy yelled, "The roof!"
As he looked up hearing a sound above his head. Climbing out through the window, Darcy and Fitzwilliam pulled themselves up to the top of the turret. Gazing across the roof of Rosings, they spied the pair edging along it towards a smaller turret on the north side of the house. Climbing back into the window, Darcy and the colonel raced back down the stairway and out a hidden door they found ajar. Exiting into the study from the doorway, the pair ran toward the main staircase, heading for the north tower.
The wedding being foiled, those assembled left the chapel, except for Lady Catherine and Anne. Elizabeth joined her father as he explained to Charlotte all he had discovered about Mr. Collins, or should we say Mr. Knotts.
"It is all in these document, and his journal I happened on in his bedchamber,"
Mr. Bennet began as he motioned to a bench near the chapel. Taking a seat on the bench Mr. Bennet continued, "Mr. Collins, my cousin died of a sudden chill shortly after his father, it seems. Mr. Knotts had been his only friend at divinity school, and it was Mr. Collins who united Mr. Knotts and Miss De Bourgh in matrimony. It seems Knotts was doing charity work at Bedlam, where he met and fell in love with Lilith. When Mr. Collins died, Knotts assumed his identity and his position with Lady Catherine, who had never met Mr. Collins in person. Knotts became the go-between for the twins, although Anne did not know who delivered her sister's letters. I fear he married you only to placate Lady Catherine. Leaving him free to aid his wife, who had taken Anne's place, without raising her ladyship's suspicions."
Charlotte didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was a free woman, but with little or no dowry. Mr. Collins handled all the money, so it was probably long gone or hidden away.
"But the bright side is this farce of a marriage was never consummated, not that he didn't try," she mused to herself.
"Ahhhhh!"
A scream rang out as shouts could be heard coming form the north lawn of Rosings. Running to where the screams emanated from, the assemblage saw several servants pointing up to the tower roof. Holding on precariously, Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam were attempting to make their way toward the spot where Lilith and Mr. Knotts stood holding each other. As the cousins closed in on the pair, Lilith cried out, "Don't come any closer or we will jump!"
"Lilith don't do it, something can be worked out, I promise. Aunt Catherine will be made to acknowledge you. You will receive your inheritance."
Darcy calmly promised as he inched forward. The couple spoke softly to each other then Mr. Knotts spoke, "All we ask is enough for a start in a new land."
"Agreed!" Darcy called back.
Moving cautiously, the frightened couple inched their way toward Darcy and the colonel. Slowly and methodically they moved closer to safety. Without warning, Mr. Knotts slipped sending him hurtling toward the edge. Quickly reaching out Lilith grasped his hand only to be pulled along with him over the edge, plummeting to the ground.
Those on the ground could not make out who had fallen until they reached the spot the bodies had landed. Mr. Bennet held Elizabeth and Charlotte back, while Mr. Gardiner ran to identify the victims. Georgiana fearing her brother had fallen ran toward the sight where Mr. Gardiner caught her in his arms shielding her from the carnage. Mr. Bingley stood holding Jane who had nearly fainted from the sight of the falling bodies. Mrs. Gardiner stood with Mariah, who was still confused by the events of the morning and was crying at her sister's bad luck.
Mr. Gardiner walked slowly back, holding Georgiana as she sobbed into his jacket. Elizabeth fearing the worst started sobbing as her confused father held her.
"Why, oh why?" she cried then wiping her eyes looked up at her father and said, "I didn't get to tell him I…"
Before she could finish her sentence, a tall dark man came walking towards her, followed by a sandy hair man in regimentals.
Elizabeth spying the man called out his name, "Mr. Darcy!" as she ran to his waiting arms.
Embracing the man, who had been willing to give all to save her, she said, "Thank you William," as she reached up, kissing him on the cheek.
Darcy smiling reached into his jacked pocket removing an envelope. Opening it he pulled out a small garnet cross which he placed around Elizabeth's neck saying, "I believe this is yours."
Colonel Fitzwilliam smiled at the couple as he headed toward Mrs. Collins.
"Miss Lucas, I presume?" he asked with a glint in his eye.
"You presume correctly," Charlotte replied blushing.
Finis!
Epilogue
Mr. Wickham was not mourned long by the young ladies of Meryton, as other officers soon wiped him from their thoughts.
Lady Catherine rewarded Colonel Fitzwilliam for his part in returning Anne to her, with a small plantation in Antigua, where he and his bride, the former Charlotte Lucas, lived a happy life.
Anne buried her sister and brother-in-law along side Sir Louis, over her mother's objections. Finding Mrs. Jenkins wishing to go live with her daughter in London, Anne asked Vada Mae to be her new companion, again over her mother's objections saying, "I am the sole heir of Rosings mother, not you!"
After a few months reacquainting themselves with each other, Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy became man and wife, much to the delight of his sister and her family. They lived a very happy and contented life at Pemberley with their six children, who much to the chagrin of Mrs. Bennet were all boys, but one, the youngest.