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Part 11
"Didn't Darce tell you? I planned over January and February to have some renovations done to my town house while I was away at Matlock. Unfortunately, unforeseen circumstances arose and the work will not be finished for another week or so. So I am relying on my dear cousins hospitality until it is safe for me to inhabit my own home."
Ash held out his arm to me, I accepted it and we walked silently down the stairs. I do not know what he was thinking, but I was thinking about those unforeseen circumstances. He must have run out of money, it is the only explanation I can think of, indeed it must be so. Did not Mr. Wasop say that Ash was known to live beyond his means and here was something that directly supported that theory. Poor Darcy to have to provide for his cousin, who is supposedly thrice the man in wealth and consequence he is. I felt a great deal of pity towards Darcy but also I felt that this was another showing of Darcy's kindness and good character. For Ash, I felt nothing but contempt.
The evening past quietly, I was persuaded by the company to play a piece. I rather stupidly confessed to Lizzy that I was trying to learn. I ended up being bullied by Georgiana, she seems such a quiet thing but during the courtship we did build up a little bit of an intimacy which allowed her to be mean to me. Finally I buckled and played a very, very simple piece. Georgiana was in raptures, she is really very sweet, does wonders for one's confidence, Lizzy and Darcy were encouraging, Mama proud and even Ash commented that I do have some skill.
Georgiana played as well, now she is a fair performer, I noticed that Ash was looking rather intently at her and I recalled Mr. Wasop's words. "If he ever marries he will have to find a woman of fortune to help sustain his standard of living." I looked from Ash to Georgiana and back to Ash again. Oh no, surely he wasn't going to pay addresses to Georgiana? That settled it in my mind, if he did, he would be the most contemptible rake that ever lived.
I spent the first few days playing the piano and reading books. It was very early in the season and not all families had returned to town, so there was little amusement for us except for in the confines of our own little home. It was Georgiana who suggested we have a little dinner party with a small number of intimate acquaintance. The idea was quickly put to Lizzy and then put in motion.
It was settled that we would invite the Gardiners. Then Caroline Bingley notified us of her being in town, so we were obliged to invite her. (Luckily the other SS wasn't in town yet.). Col. Fitzwilliam had leave from his regiment and could join the party. It would be a small gathering but just the way we like it.
On the eve of the party, Ash begged for us ladies (esp. to Georgiana - rake!!) to forgive him, for he found he was needed desperately at his club and could not make it to the party.
Lizzy was more charitable than I and decided that it must be because of Miss Bingley coming that he decided not to attend. Georgiana seemed most disappointed at Ash withdrawing from our party. Knowing that she was of the nature to be able to be seduced, I decided to make sure she was not at all sorry to see him go. I waited until Lizzy and Mama had departed to some other part of the house.
"Georgiana, do not be too upset at Lord Ashbourne deciding not to dine with us, he cannot possibly want to be seated in the same room as TRADE and we must understand that."
"Kitty whatever do you mean?"
"He has reputation to uphold" I then added in a low voice, "even if it is as a contemptible, penniless rake." Georgiana did not hear that last part.
"But he was so willing to dine with us, it was only when he found out Caroline was dining with us that he......................."
"A subterfuge my dear, he does not want to insult dear Lizzy and through her, his cousins, so he waited until there was an acceptable reason to withdraw. Unfortunately he forgot I know his views on trade."
"His views on trade? Kitty what are you talking about?" Georgiana was getting more and more confused.
"Last time I was in town, I attended the theatre with my Aunt and Uncle, dear mama and my sisters and an acquaintance, who is in trade, a Mr. Wasop. Lord Ashbourne was also in attendance. Although he was acquainted with me and knew that I would be in town with my sisters, who were soon to be intimately connected to himself, he did not pay any respects to us. Then on passing him outside, he made a particularly rude remark about Mr. Wasop, Simply because he was in trade."
"How perfectly horrid of Horrie!" cried Georgiana. I had to try so hard to conceal my amusement at that particular choice of words. Now for the last nail in the coffin.
"And not to mention that he was there with his Dandy set, all they are concerned with are their clothes and I know that they often over stretch their means." I emphasised this last point, but Georgiana did not seem understand. So I decided to be less tactful.
"Sometimes, I hear they have to rely on support from family when they find their income has been exhausted. They must then find heiresses to marry, otherwise how would they keep up their standard of living?"
"Oh that is not at all like Horrie! You must be wrong Kitty, it is true he likes to be well dressed but....................." Georgiana trailed off, I do not blame her for defending her cousin but I see by her silence that her eyes have been opened.
The party is not worth mentioning, it was like any other party, Miss Bingley was most distraught that Ash was not in attendance and could not understand why Georgiana kept blushing when his name was mentioned. Miss Bingley kept making comments at me, to the nature of 'I wished to make sure he understood what I meant about Lord George and I also wanted to make sure he did not succumb to your plans'. Mama was her normal self, but even that did not detract from the happiness of the party (excepting Miss Bingley of course)
The party broke up early, for the Gardiners youngest child was still recovering from a severe chill. I sent word with Aunt for her to give my regards to Mr. Wasop and the Harringtons. I hope Mr. Wasop calls soon, I am much looking forward to seeing him.
Lizzy was on the verge of ordering Miss Bingley's carriage when the lady asked Lizzy in a most plaintive voice if she could not stay the night as she did not wish to return to a cold empty house at night. Lizzy most graciously allowed her to stay (I would have kicked her to the curb if I had had the chance). So with Miss Bingley settled in one of the guest chambers, the rest of the household retired for the night.
I was on the verge of being asleep, with all the lights out, when I heard a creak, the door swung open. I thought nothing of it, until I heard footsteps coming towards my bed, in fact I think I even heard a boot being removed because something thudded to the floor.
I'm going to be murdered in my bed!!!!!!! *PIERCING SCREAM* I leapt out of bed, for if someone is going to murder me I will not take it lying down.
"Kitty!!??!!" came a shocked voice.
"Ash? I mean Lord Ashbourne!!!!!" To say I was shocked, was a severe understatement.
Part XII
"I am so sorry, I mis-calculated the doors." He whispered at me. Then I heard noises of footsteps up the corridor, it sounded as though the entire household was awakened by my scream! Oh dear what would they think when they saw Ash here without his boots on?!?! I do not care about his reputation, but I do care about my own. So I shoved him behind the door and closed the door partially.
Oh, what was that book? Murder something, what did that girl do? I remember now she was always prostate, on the floor, on a couch, it didn't really matter. I flung myself to the ground so I could shove Ash's boot under my bed. The door burst open and the room flooded with candlelight.
"Kitty, Kitty, darling are you all right?" Lizzy rushed to my side, Followed by Mama, Miss Bingley, Miss Darcy and Mr. Darcy.
What did she do next? Oh she always screamed and cried very loud. "Oh Arrgh!! My poor nerves, what am I to do, how can this happen!!"
"What happened??? Child speak to me" screamed Mama.
Oh dear, what am I going to say to that, then I remembered the heroine was always indistinguishable in that book, all you could understand were her thoughts
"Mama (mumble mumble) poor (Smuffle, wuffle) little (fuffle, luffle)"
Then she always ended her sentences with a scream.
*PIERCING SCREAM*
"Georgiana, fetch something to soothe Kitty!" Lizzy cried helping me to my feet.
I have to put up with all this fuss and Ash doesn't even have the sense to realise this is a diversion. He was still lurking behind the door. I was at a loss at what to do next but I decided to continue on being that heroine. What else did she do, Think Kitty Think! She always seemed to be throwing herself around the room, wailing. I could do that.
So I flung myself next to the door and screamed very loudly in the direction of what was probably Ash's ear. I heard something jump, serves him right, scaring me half to death like he did. I then threw myself at the dresser all the time being loud, indistinguishable and punctuating the air with screams.
I allowed myself to be taken back to my bed by Lizzy, Mama and Miss Bingley who was hovering but not much help. All the while intermittently making no sense and crying. Mr. Darcy remained in the doorway, how was I going to get him away from there?
What was the heroine so upset about it the novelette? It had been a piece of correspondence hadn't it. All I had was my letter from Lydia, it would have to do. I grabbed it and waved it at Mr. Darcy, who left the doorway and took it from my hand.
"This is what distressed you Kitty?" soothed Lizzy. Mr. Darcy looked at the letter, looked at me seemed to be trying to recollect something and then started to laugh. Ash, thank goodness had taken this time to slip from behind the door and into the corridor.
Lizzy gave Darcy such a glare, that he retreated from the room.
Finally, the heroine always took a while to calm down. I couldn't be bothered so I gave up and stopped the charade almost immediately but fortunately Mama's nerves ran out and she supplied the hysteria for the next half hour so no one noticed.
Exhausted I fell asleep, the next morning, I awoke to a maid entering the room.
"If you please miss, Mr. Darcy wanted me to give you this with his best compliments." The maid held out an envelope, I took it.
"Thank you, Betty." The maid curtsied and exited the room, closing the door behind her. I opened the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of paper, upon opening the paper, a guinea fell out into my lap.
What? Why on earth was Darcy sending me a guinea? Not having a clue I read the note.
The display last night was superb, I could have not bought my theatre box this season, as you will be here to entertain us. Have you thought about performing at Asters? I said that I would pay a guinea to see that scene replicated, so here it is, enjoy!
Oberon.Puck,
It took me a while to comprehend Darcy's meaning, but then I remembered the note in the novelette. Darcy must have a very good memory, for I had almost forgotten it. Thinking upon last nights 'adventure' shall I say, I still have that wretched man's boot. Not really thinking what I was doing I fetched it from beneath my bed, wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and stormed down the corridor. I flung open Ash's door and flung his stupid boot at him. I stayed just long enough to see it land rather heavily on his middle, I turned and left the room. Ash must have been awoken by the boot because I heard his voice call out.
"Kitty! I say Miss Bennet, Miss Bennet!!!................." I didn't hear anymore because I slammed my chamber door and went back to sleep.
Once I had finally awoken properly, I only was just in time for breakfast.
I walked down the stairs, Darcy appeared at the bottom and motioned me to come down and talk to him.
"Kitty, can you tell Lizzy that I am not a heartless fellow for laughing last night? She is most upset with me and I cannot explain it to her, without your leave."
"Oh, I am so sorry she is mad, I did not mean to cause any trouble between you two, I will explain everything to her directly."
Darcy, showed me to where the ladies where having breakfast and then left me to it. Only Lizzy and Georgiana were there, Miss Bingley had apparently claimed fatigue from last night and was eating upstairs, Mama had also ordered a tray. Lizzy looked most concerned at my entrance and I felt very guilty for last night's display, but then why should I? Ash had caused it all, not me.
"Lizzy, I have something to say to you, please forgive me. Last night was an act, a sham, I am not at liberty to tell you why it was so but Mr. Darcy had every right to laugh at me, for he saw through the whole thing. Please, do not be mad at him because of me."
Lizzy looked at me for a while after I said this but she replied with a nod of her head.
"I will not say I understand you because I don't, but if you felt that display was necessary..........................never mind Kitty it is all forgot." But the look in Lizzy's eyes told me that it was not forgot, at least not on my part. She soon left the room so I have no qualms that Darcy is forgiven and if she can't forgive my actions, I am glad she can forgive Darcy.
Georgiana left the room soon after, without saying a single word to me, I think she is still upset by my references to Ash. But I had to warn the girl, come to think of it I'm feeling rather guilty about that too. I have no proof, just circumstances justified by hearsay. Oh well there is really nothing I can do to rectify the situation now. I shall just have to trust that I am right.
I spent my morning sitting alone, as the other ladies of the house were either avoiding me or indisposed. I started to read another novel, when I heard the door open quietly and Ash's head peered around the frame.
"Miss Bennet! I have been looking for you." With that he entered the room, closing the door behind him, he took a seat very close to mine and leaned forward to address me.
"I wished to apologise most sincerely for last night. I have rarely stayed at Darce's house and I must have misjudged the doors in the dark. I am most sorry if I scared you. I must be allowed to ask you a question on the matter, Miss Bennet." He seemed to wish some reply. I merely nodded my head as if I assented to the proposal.
"Miss Bennet, why did you not wish for us to be found? It was a very improper situation, but with explanation it would show itself to be as innocent as it was."
"Sir! How was I to know your intention?" Plus it was a great deal of fun, and I earned a guinea for my trouble. Ash looked at little perturbed at this comment.
"Miss Bennet, I hope you have known me long enough to know I am not the type to enter young ladies bed chambers with evil intent!"
"What if I was to reply, that I know no such thing?"
"I would be speechless."
"Well then, it is probably best that I do not say it. Instead I will change the subject, why may I ask have you never married?"
The impropriety of the question seemed not to strike Ash but I suppose he is glad that the topic has passed off the morality of his character.
"Why have I never married? That is a question that needs a long answer, but I will simplify it to that I have never met the right woman. One whom I would be willing to spend the rest of my life."
"I do not believe that sir. You have never met a suitable woman! Why ever not?."
"Ah, because until recently I have not been among women of suitable class."
Whatever is he talking about? Are not English women of a suitable class! He cannot possibly be referring to his little sojourn into Hertfordshire, if he is......ooh.
"Well sir, that might be because no one will have you!"
"Excuse me Miss Bennet?"
"You think I am ignorant sir? I have heard of the way you spend your means. I should think Darcy and the colonel would be ashamed to be related to someone who can't stay within their income."
This statement practically threw Ash from his chair, he jumped up, with such a mixture of emotions on his face.
Part 13
"Can't stay within their income? What are you talking of! Damn it, can I not be a year back in English society before people are gossiping that I cannot stay within my income?? I would have you know that I do not get through half of my 30 000 pounds. And of my list of supposed vices please be so kind as to cross gaming off it. I do not have the taste for it, I indulge but rarely."
He then stormed out of the room and had obviously kicked something, because he was visibly favouring his right leg. He yelled rather abusively for a servant before storming out of the house, leaving me to my thoughts.
I was in tears and I do not know why, no, I do know why I had just been yelled at. Though one can hardly blame him, I have just accused him of being a cad, a rake and destitute all in one conversation. Why did I say that to him? I should have known that it was all just gossip. Why did I listen to Mr. Wasop? But I cannot blame him, he has simply heard a rumour and passed it on.
I cannot believe that he just slighted my family like that, but does that mean I should have accused him like I did? No, it was silly of me to listen to such gossip, very silly, I will have to watch that. I do not want to end up like Mama or Aunt Phillips, god forbid that should ever happen!!
I will have to apologise and he in turn will have to explain his meaning, for I should not assume he meant my family and since I have just upset him, I should at least give him a chance to explain himself.
Yes but thinking that did not help me in anyway, I could not stop crying, it was not that I was sobbing uncontrollably, just the tears wouldn't stop. So I fled to my room, for the day.
It was only in the later hours of the evening, that I managed to compose myself enough to venture downstairs. Unfortunately, the first person I saw was Ash and he was in the hall, with trunks surrounding him. This did not bode well.
"Sir! You are not leaving!!!"
Ash turned around, "Yes Miss Bennet, I believe I must."
I walked down the stairs to him, upon closer inspection, I could see he was hurt, even though his countenance was relaxed, his eyes betrayed the hurt inside.
"You must not go! At least, not until I apologise, I had no right to listen to such gossip and make it the truth. For that I apologise sincerely."
"In turn I must apologise for my harsh words, I did not mean them."
"I think you did, sir."
"Yes, but I did not mean them towards you."
"You are too kind. I confess, I was hurt by your statement that you hadn't been among women of class. I took it as the most base insult towards Englishwomen, and particularly of Hertfordshire ladies, whose society you have recently enjoyed."
"Kitty!!" Ash seemed to pause and a queer look came over his face. "Miss Bennet, how could I insult your family that way? Two of my dearest friends in the world, have allied themselves to Hertfordshire, I have always understood them to have the best judgement, I could not insult Hertfordshire society without insulting them. And I will never insult them, or you Miss Bennet."
"You see! I was wrong in my assumption and now I have caused you great pain. I am ashamed of myself, I hope you can forgive me."
Ash put his hand on my shoulder, "Of course, I hope we have both forgiven each other, and can continue as......friends."
"Thank you sir. But there is one question I wish to ask of you, what did you mean by that you are only just back in English society?"
Ash hurriedly removed his hand, and looked very uncomfortable.
"That is a topic I do not wish to discuss with you just yet, Miss Bennet, perhaps sometime, but not now. I did not mean much by the statement, and I hope you can suppress your curiosity and not press me further."
"Of course!" I smiled at him and he looked down, so I looked down and saw his leg. Of course!!! "Sir I hope your leg is better, you seemed to have injured it in some way, this morning."
This statement, rather than defusing the situation, seemed to cause an explosion.
"There is nothing wrong with my leg!! I assure you Miss Bennet, must be a trick of the light, or perhaps my boot is not comfortable enough, yes that is it, I must go to get my boot fixed. I must take my leave of you Miss Bennet."
Ash bowed and started hastily towards the door, I have no idea what he found so alarming about that observation, but I cannot have him storm out of here like that.
"Ash!!!" Ash turned and I held out my hand to him, he seemed to look very happy for a brief second and then it was suppressed.
"Forgive me Miss Bennet." He took my hand and kissed it.
"I hope sir, that you will come back here sometime and call upon us ladies, I hope you come especially to see me, since we are now such friends." I smiled at him playfully.
Ash started at this last statement, what ever is the matter with this man? He seems so perturbed, I hope all gentlemen do not get this jumpy. I really hope Mr. Wasop doesn't end up like this.
"Of course, I will call Miss Bennet." He seemed on the verge of saying more, but then instead he quitted the house. Leaving me to think of him, as not a contemptible rake, but as a most gentlemanly but overly odd man. I was sorry to see him go, but there is always a silver lining, his departure prompted Miss Bingley to suddenly decide there was nothing of worth in the house to keep her here any longer so she left post-haste.
But I could not concern myself with Ash much longer, Mr. Wasop called a few days later. I was very glad he managed to call before Mama goes back to Longbourn. I wanted Mama to meet him (did I just say I wanted my mother to meet a gentlemen?? No, I must be hearing things)
Part 14
Author's Note: This is dedicated to Christine, who is sick with a whole bunch of things and that is NO GOOD! Anyway, Mama met him and was consequently charmed, I was less charmed. Anyone who would prefer to charm my mother, then myself is definitely below my standards. Plus, he would sit opposite me, in such a way as to blind me with his jewellery. I could not move as all the other seats in the room were occupied in some way and I could hardly say, "Pray move sir, your lump of sapphires is currently branding the inside of my eyes." So I suffered in silence. Mr. Wasop is a very nice man, but I do not think I am in love with him, I think perhaps I just prefer his company, but maybe that is being in love, I will have to take it as it comes I suppose but I do not think I could marry someone who has no consideration for my eyes and seemed to have an unhealthy interest in my mothers nerves.
Mama left London, full up with juicy stories about her dear Mrs. Darcy and I am glad not to be going home with her, for she will be rehashing the stories for weeks, months even and for someone who was there for the unembellished original event it would get tiresome beyond all belief.
Instead I was in London, joining Lizzy on a few of her visits, fixing up my relationship with Georgiana (by the by she has forgiven me) and shopping. Mr. Wasop has not visited again but I have run into him several times on some of our shopping expeditions, also he was there when all of us ladies called on the Gardiners. He seemed on all occasions to be wearing a different set of jewels, I wonder how he can afford it! I think them very pretty as long as you don't stand in the reflected light.
So it was at least a week or possibly even two, before I saw Ash again. He called a little early in the morning, meaning that I was the only lady who could receive him. I asked after his health, I subtly asked him about the 'not being in society' comment, I asked after his leg, I asked after his friends, I asked after his club and I even dared to ask if he had won any money at cards. However none of these topics, which previously caused such a range of reactions from him, shook him at all. In fact he just sat there smiling at me as though he had guessed I would ask such questions. I gave up. I do not know what we talked about from there on, except it was pleasant conversation and he was disinclined to agree with me on every point. Mr. Wasop and I always seemed to have the same point of view, isn't that uncanny. But Ash's opinion often varied, and he most pointedly corrected me on several occasions, especially explaining a few points. As though I was a child!!! Although I thought well of him now, even if he did take some strange delight in provoking me, I was quite happy when he stood up to leave.
"Miss Bennet, I am going to ride in my curricle through Hyde Park. It is a splendid day will you not join me?"
"I'm afraid that would be improper, sir." Goodness knows what would happen in a park, if I expressed a liking of purple flowers he would say I shouldn't and proceed to explain why and I do not think I could stand that.
"As you wish Miss Bennet."
Ash departed and no sooner than I had sat down to read a book, when another visitor came upon me.
"Mr. Wasop!"
"Miss Bennet, I hope I have not caught you at an inconvenient time?"
I put the book down, "Not at all sir."
"Well I have my gig out front and have you seen the weather?"
I hesitated only for a moment, but then I recollected I would have my bonnet to shield me from Mr. Wasop's fashion accessories.
"I need no more encouragement sir, let me fetch my wrap and bonnet."
I told the butler where I would be, in case Lizzy or Georgie (she is letting me call her that!) inquire after me and off I went. It was a really nice ride, Mr. Wasop talked and talked and talked and talked, and anything I managed to slip in was agreed with. We rode around for a while before Mr. Wasop suggested entering a pretty sort of park. I readily agreed because It looked so pretty and I was having such a nice time out in the breeze.
Suddenly Mr. Wasop said something under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Wasop?"
"Look it is that dreadful Lord Ashbourne, I should think that in his condition he would not want to ride about in a breezy park." Mr. Wasop said this with such a undertone in his voice. I really think there is something more to this than that overheard comment outside the theatre those many months ago and I have no idea what sort of 'condition' Ash is in, possibly his age?
But just because Mr. Wasop does not like Ash, will not stop me from thinking well of him. I yelled out to Ash because he was driving slowly and had not seen us. I waved vigorously in his direction, perhaps a little too vigorously because I started to slip out of the gig. Mr. Wasop caught me around the waist in time, so I was safe from being trampled, at the same time we were passing Ash's curricle.
Ash's jaw dropped, and he looked horrified (will someone explain why people are so horrified by me?). He picked up the slack and rode his curricle very fast back in the direction of the Darcy Townhouse. Odd behaviour, he didn't even wave hello, how rude!
Mr. Wasop after a turn about the park agreed to take me home, he dropped me off outside, and I declined his offer of attending me in. I was giving my wrap and bonnet to one of the servants when I heard what sounded like an argument coming from Darcy's study. Walking closer (I had to go that direction to go upstairs! It was not eavesdropping!!) I could hear the words more distinctly, and who the voices belonged to, it was Darcy and Ash. Ash seemed most upset and Darcy not pleased but not to the point where he would raise his voice.
Part XV
"Right in the middle of Hyde Park. Riding around with that.......that.....WASOP." The word Wasop was spat out in a quick and sneering manner.
"Calm down Ash, I'm sure it was innocent. Could you have been mistaken for the position they were in?"
"Darce, I know a waist when I see one, and I know a man's arm. I was always good at maths, one and one make two Darce......................I know what I saw."
"I suppose I shall have to talk to her.................no no I think Lizzy should talk to her or possibly Aunt Gardiner? Yes Aunt Gardiner she explained it last time, she can do it again." Darcy mused.
"What? Last time? Don't tell me it's happened before."
"Once, I believe and Ash it isn't that bad, didn't you tell me you had asked her to take a turn?"
"Yes.................................but that was a first offer, and she declined on grounds of propriety, this was obviously a second offer from....WASOP, and she did not think it improper in that case, why do you think that is Darcy? You should make her tell you why she would do something like that."
"What? Ash you are making no sense!" Darcy paused and sighed, "Ash, have you thought that she might not want to take a ride with a boring old man, where she might be inclined to wave propriety for a nice young man?"
I heard Ash swallow and very harshly take his leave of Darcy. I quickly took refuge so I would not be seen. Ash practically flew out of the house, with Darcy quick on his heels.
"Ash! Ash! Ash! I say! I did not mean it like that, you are not boring, or old, it was a joke! Ash! Ash!.......................Horatio!!................Horrie!"
But even that last affectionate childhood name did not stop Ash, he was in a foul temper, it was obvious and there was no stopping it. He was obviously sensitive about his age.
That evening I steeled myself for a lecture from Lizzy, or Aunt Gardiner who by happy chance was invited to dinner. I was not wrong, not one, but both gave me a lecture, luckily it was a combined lecture, or I do not think I could have stood it.
I must admit though, I can understand some of the points they raised, I should not be alone too often with a man, unless I was engaged to him. That I do understand and agree with. However what constitutes too often? I do not think that I have been too often alone with Mr Wasop. Secondly, I agree that you should not let a man take liberties with you, but I have never let Mr Wasop do that. So on the whole I do not see why I should be lectured.
To make up for being lectured, Aunt Gardiner and Lizzy between them, thought up so many delightful plans for the next few weeks that Mr Wasop did not enter my thoughts much. I believe this was their object, but I am not complaining. The ultimate goal was a ball, held by a friend of Lord Matlock and his son, his grace the Duke of Whitfield and his mother her grace the Duchess of Whitfield. The Darcys were invited as a matter of course, but the old friend was not aware of me being in town and I was not included in the invite. Georgiana was included, but she was declining on the grounds that she was not yet officially out. However, Lady Matlock called on Lizzy soon after the invitation was sent, to ask if they might allow me to be taken as their particular guest, apparently from that brief meeting at the wedding breakfast, Lord and Lady Matlock wished to know more of me.
I can't express in words how happy I was, to be going to a ball, Lydia's letters are always full of balls but I dare say this will be much finer then any silly ball held in the north. Lydia went to Brighton as the particular friend of the colonel's wife, I will be going to a ball as the particular charge of Lady Matlock. I think I have outdone Lydia, to think she always crowed over me. HUMPH!!
To top the whole plan off, I heard the Mr Wasop would be there, I will have to explain why I have not been at home to any of his calls. I do hope he is not offended. I wonder if he is a good dancer and of course he will ask me. Ash and Col. Fitzwilliam will be there too. I hope they ask me to dance! Oh I am going to have so much fun.
I could barely wait for the ball, so I will not make you wait impatiently for the event also. Picture me fitted for a splendid new gown, picture me with Lady Matlock, picture me with Georgie and there you shall have the intervening space of time between all those exciting things that were planned for me and the ball. (Those exciting theatre trips, day trips, etc. pale into insignificance next to the all important event of a ball.)
The night arrived, Georgie had decided, after being pressed, that perhaps she would accompany the party. Darcy readily agreed, telling me that he wanted her more in company and this particular company would have so many of her old friends in it that she would feel more comfortable, compared to a public ball. Darcy also made a comment about silly young girls sticking together, he does not mean it, Georgie and I have decided that he says such things to provoke Georgie out of her still subdued temperament and to me just for the sake of being provoking. By that way, you can really tell that Darcy, Ash and Col. Fitzwilliam are all related, they all display the tendency to provoke to amuse. However, this talent of Darcy's was much hidden under the proud exterior. Col. Fitzwilliam said that he had been chased by so many women and that was what caused him to pull up the shield. Col. Fitzwilliam said that he and his brother had almost despaired of the 'real' Darcy being lost to them forever. This puzzled me, and puzzles me still, surely Ash would have been hounded more so by women, for his station. Yet ,he is still very open and doesn't seem withdrawn like most 'chased' men seem to appear. I asked Col. Fitzwilliam why this was so, why Darcy had withdrawn and Ash hadn't.
"Oh, there is a difference in character, I suppose, but Ash has until now of course, hasn't been much chased by women. You see his reaction to Miss Bingley? He does nothing even though Darce has told him time and time again that it is not the way to get rid of her, and he should know! But what is one to do? Bingley is a dear friend to all of us, our fourth Comrade, we can't be rude to his sister, no matter how much leave he gives us to do so. Bingley is such a good..................."
Col. Fitzwilliam talked a great deal after this, but none of it very new or interesting, I already know the character of Charles.
Wait, I am showing my great failing! (the gossip failing is now completely rectified.) My great failing of being distracted, I can keep on one subject more so then Mama or Lydia, but I do still get a great deal distracted. I will return once more to the point.
Georgie, decided to go to the ball after all. This was of great import because she was to take a spot in Darcy's carriage, since Col. Fitzwilliam was engaged with Darcy for the day, it seemed more expeditious to take him as well. This meaning, with me in the carriage as well it would have been a great squash. Col. Fitzwilliam was on the point of finding alternative arrangements when a message from Lady Matlock was delivered, asking if I was available to go with them.
Lizzy (as well as Georgie and I) was most surprised that they should want to come out of their way to pick me up. I had just told her to thank them but decline, when she got to the part in the letter where it said that they wished to hear my reply quickly for Miss Bingley had inquired if she might beg a place. This changed everything, of course I had to go in the Matlock carriage if it was going to save them from a trip with a SS.
"Why would Miss Bingley suddenly decide to throw herself on my Aunt and Uncle??" a very surprised and naïve Georgie asked Lizzy and I.
"Three little letters, Georgie, that is the reason." I replied, smiling at Lizzy, she caught my meaning but Georgie still looked completely in the dark, so we both recited together,
" A..........S...........H, spells Ash." Georgie then caught our meaning and we all had a very good laugh, at poor Miss Bingley's expense, but we checked ourselves and discussed how sad it must be that she feels that she has to resort to such things.
So, to cut a long story short, (too late!), I was picked up by the Matlocks and found that Ash was to take the other space. I just had to laugh when I saw him, for I was thinking that Lizzy and I had done Miss Bingley justice, but Ash was slightly taken back when I refused to tell him why I had laughed.
The ballroom was very pretty, and I managed to find Mr Wasop in time for him to claim the first two dances. He seemed to be wearing a great deal less jewels but this I think was because he knew Ash's set were invited and he didn't want to draw the comparison of a circus performer again. This theory was proven, when I noticed Ash greeting his host, The Duke of Whitfield. As the greeting seemed rather cold from where I stood, I contrived to overhear what was being said.
Part XVI
Author's Note: I know nothing about piquet, except it is a card game, John suggested that particular bit, so kudos to him. Worth is Lord Worth from Georgette Heyer's Regency Buck. This story takes place in the season of 1813, so Lord Worth would have married Miss Judith Taverner by now, who he calls Clorinda hence the reference. Getting dangerously close to the point where my father has proof read up to.............and the climax (well not the REAL climax but the middle climax.) anyway.....enjoy and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ~ Shemmelle
"Ash, good to have you here!" said a gentlemen with the Duke, I think he might be called Worth.
"Good to have him here? You do realise that this is the man who could not even contemplate coming to this event, if I did not invite *that thing*" said the Duke scornfully, waving his hand towards Wasop. (Who thankfully was looking the other way.)
Ash started to laugh, he seemed to be trying to make some response but seemed to be unable to. Worth looked amused, and took some snuff from his snuff box, Since no one seemed to be going to make a response, the Duke continued.
"Further more, I believe I insisted that an explanation was in order, and you said that I would have it at the ball. Look here we are............well sir?"
Ash was still incapable of speaking, he seemed to be spluttering instead, the Duke looked less then impressed.
"Your grace! Look at the cravat pin he is wearing I must say it is a lot more tolerable then the last one I saw him wear." Said Worth languidly inhaling some more snuff.
"Well at least I did not have to deliver the invitation myself, that would have been intolerable Ash, and I would have given up your friendship forever." Retorted the Duke.
"And you would have been well within your rights, your grace." Ash bowed rather majestically, and the group of gentlemen erupted into gales of laughter.
"Yes, Yes, stop that!" cried the Duke. Ash righted himself and the Duke and himself stood looking at each other. The Duke looked rather miffed and Ash had a barely contained smirk on his face.
"But you must admit, your grace, at least I persuaded him not to wear his ENTIRE collection of jewellery." The gentlemen again erupted into laughter, the Duke seemed not to want to be outdone.
"If he had done that I would not have had to use so many candles." To this there were cries of 'Good one your grace' and 'Spencer you wit." Ash smiled and nodded to the Duke.
"Touché. Now let us stop this bickering Spence, I am excessively sorry for your discomfort. I invited him several weeks ago and have since repented, for various reasons." Ash paused here and flashed a look in my direction, not realising that I was watching them. "But I am not sorry for any amusement I might derive from Wasop's invitation. Now be a good sort and I'll stake Thunder in this game of Piquet you're about to play me."
"Going to play piquet with you am I?"
"Of course your grace. I will give you leave for the first dances, but I warn you if you aren't quick to the card room I will reconsider my stake."
"I will be there and yes I know your love of losing money," retorted the Duke rather sarcastically. The party of gentlemen dispersed, The Duke and Ash seeming to be on better terms.
Mr. Wasop came to claim his dances. Mr. Wasop wasn't the finest of dancers, I have known better but I have also know worse, take Mr. Collins for instance. (By the by the "Other way, Mr. Collins" dance is quite popular now!!)
We danced and spoke but little, I for I was trying to help him dance a little better and he seemed distracted by watching Ash and his friends walk around the room, he really should pay attention, for if he does not he will probably tear my frock (like odious Mr. Collins). I was quite thankful when the dances were over and I needed some recovery space so I asked Mr. Wasop to fetch me a glass of something, while I sat down next to the only acquaintance I could see, Miss Bingley (said with much dread). We did not speak, but at least it looked as though I was not alone. Ash and his set were quite close by and Miss Bingley perked up a great deal when she heard a mention of her name. I naturally wanted to know what they were saying about Miss Bingley so I listened.
"Yes, that is the Miss Bingley." said Ash.
"Well Ash, you have done well for yourself, I shan't even begin to talk about her fashion tastes." Worth paused, as if mulling over an idea, "I must say though that her orange is a particularly striking colour. I was not aware that birds had feathers of quite that hue! But you learn something new everyday."
"Worth......" replied Ash not sounding so pleased.
"Ash?" smirked Worth, "Oh I see, you do not wish me to talk of Miss Bingley. Isn't the little thing sitting with her, the girl from the theatre? Ages ago with Wasop?" asked Worth.
"Yes, it is, a Miss Bennet." replied Ash sounding less pleased then before.
"Oh Miss Bennet, is it? One of the Bennets of Hertfordshire? Not the elder of course, speaking of Mrs. Darcy and Mrs. Bingley are they in attendance?"
"The Darcys are in attendance, the Bingleys are in Hertfordshire, and yes that is the fourth sister, Miss Catherine Bennet."
"Ahhhh. Catherine, I shall say no more except she is pretty. Does she have a pet name Ash?" queried Lord Worth.
"I believe her family calls her Kitty." replied Ash coldly.
"Kitty..............I approve, though I think Clorinda a much better name. I see what you are about, Ash.........I give you leave to like her."
On this remark from his companion, Ash laughed a great deal and ushered his friend along but not before I heard,
"Ah, I must agree Clorinda is a splendid name and speaking of it, how does Lady Worth?"
He obviously found Worth's allusion to me a joke. It was a joke, but if it was a joke why do I still feel slightly wounded. If I was wounded, so was Miss Bingley, they said nothing of importance about her, in fact I think Ash's friend was being rather sarcastic towards her appearance. I felt close to laughing, when I finally looked at her, she was turning the same colour as her dress, hideous as it was. I was rescued by Mr. Darcy who insisted he dance with me. I quite forgot about Mr. Wasop, but he still hadn't returned after the completion of the dance, so I was left to stand there.
I seem always in the right place to overhear things, this time it was a conversation between Lady Matlock and her friend the Duchess of Whitfield.
"This is the first ball, held here without my dear Matthew, apart from an occasional pang of remembrance I think it is going very well, do you not agree Harriet?"
"That it be Sarah, there are plenty of occupations for my dear Edwin, so that I may be free to talk to you which makes it even more agreeable."
"Yes, we must both sit here like good Mamas and make matches for our sons. I do not know when Spencer means to marry, but he must do so and soon. Even if only to make his dear Mama happy in the knowledge of an heir. Does Ash mean to marry soon?"
"I do not know, he is unused to society as you well know, so he may find someone agreeable but then he might find someone most unsuitable."
"I hope Harriet, that unsuitable does not mean of lower birth, for you know I have views on that."
"Sarah! You know me too well for that, unsuitable in regards of temperament. Dear Horrie is........................ well I do not know. Fitzwilliam needed to marry someone with a lively witty personality to restore him back to his former self. My Richard needs someone with money unfortunately, but also a lively character. And Charles Bingley, you remember him Harriet? He needed to marry to a similar disposition."
"Oh yes! I do remember him, at least Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley got what they needed and Richard shouldn't have to look too hard, but what of our sons? I confess I do not know what Spencer would need. My only concern is that he will quickly marry a rich connected girl, who would try my temper to the extreme!"
"Oh yes, that is exactly my fear, did you not hear that Miss Caroline Bingley, Charles Bingley's sister, and so unlike him, wished to procure a seat in our carriage. I think you can guess what she is after."
"She went from Fitzwilliam to Ash in a matter of moments, I hope she does not find Spencer to her liking. I see you did not bring her, who did you bring?"
"Mrs. Darcy's sister, Miss Catherine Bennet."
"What is she like? I seem to remember from the introduction that she was a pretty kind of girl."
"Oh Miss Bennet is very sweet, only eighteen, and flighty unfortunately. I met all of the Bennet girls bar one, at Fitzwilliam's wedding. Kitty as she is known, seems to be a mixture of three of her sisters. The youngest sister, Mrs. Wickham, I believe you are acquainted with that story, is who she takes after most apparently, but she has some of her elder sisters in her and that is much to her advantage. Witty and clever but not so clever as to, how do I put it, annoy one. She isn't as bold as Mrs. Darcy but isn't as complaisant and submissive as Mrs. Bingley. All in all, she is a mixture of a girl, I do not think she has been educated much in the world except past the pursuit of officers."
"Officers!! Well, Well, to own the truth I think a nice, young, sweet girl would be perfect for Spencer, someone who I could train as a wife and would not take offence."
"I agree, except I do not want a too submissive daughter-in-law, possibly a fun one who I could gossip too without the fear of it being taken too seriously. And what do you mean by young?"
"So true, when one gossips one does not believe the rumours, unless there is fact and then they are not rumours. These society ladies think they know everything and that is most unsettling, they take rumours and gossip as fact and use them most maliciously. That is what I mean by young, it is a state of mind rather than a particular age, an unspoiled mind, I know many girls of sixteen who aren't young in my mind. In fact quite a few of them are quite detestable, some of the things that exit their mouths!!! Ah, but Harriet, you were speaking of Officers, reminding me to ask you how does poor Ash's......................"
Alas I could hear no more, Mr. Wasop assailed me with that glass of something, looking as though he had drunk several glasses himself. I was most interested in the ladies conversation, and Lady Matlock's opinion of me, I thought it was favourable. Excepting, the flighty reference, I am not flighty.
Mr. Wasop asked me to dance a third dance with him and I did not have to reply, for he swept me onto the dance floor anyway. The drink made him a worse dancer then before and I was almost as ashamed as Lizzy had been when the "Other way Mr. Collins" incident occurred. Outside of the set, I saw Ash's et looking at us, Ash looked horrified (again, what is it with me and this word!) and his companions were obviously insulting Mr. Wasop's clothing and our dancing.
Part XVII
After the humiliating dance, Mr. Wasop 'went to fetch me another glass' and I thought I could slip back into the crowd to be mortified, when Ash approached me.
"Miss Bennet, what are you doing standing here? You should dance! I would be honoured if you would dance with me." I was going to refuse, as I was sure he was only asking me out of pity, but for the second time that evening I was not allowed the chance to reply and was propelled to the dance floor.
Ash was a superb dancer, very elegant, it was such a pleasure after Mr. Wasop. Though he held my hand rather aloft, as if he did not wish to hold it, that vexed me a bit. I was still feeling a bit embarrassed but Ash smiled so charmingly, that it was hard not to return the smile. We talked through the dance about the ball, and of his friends who were hosting it. We talked of many subjects, so much so that we danced two dances instead of the one. Ash lead me back to Lizzy and then rejoined his set. I could easily hear what they were saying if I did not listen to Lizzy and Lady Matlock.
"Ash, you were right, she is an excellent dancer, I am most sorry I doubted her skill. She has obviously had much practice, more so than many girls her age. I will add dancing to her merits. It was all Wasop's doing that made her last dance shocking. He really is a shocking character, how could you stand being his........................."
Again I was rudely interrupted on the point of hearing something interesting, Lizzy was feeling unwell and wished to leave very soon. Col. Fitzwilliam was to stay with his brother, so I went home with the Darcys. Before going to bed, I talked with Georgie about how she liked the ball. Georgie, had apparently danced with his grace the Duke of Whitfield but she thought he much preferred Miss Sophia Chestier, the daughter of Viscount Tenby. This and other topics (I steered away from Mr. Wasop, for I was still too upset to talk about it), kept us occupied until very late.
I arose rather late the next morning, it is to be excused!!! I was really in the mood to be out of the house and to stretch my legs. I was about to go out when, Mr. Wasop called. I half expected him to be coming to apologise for the dreadful scene last night, but that didn't seem to be his purpose. On seeing that I was about to go out, he offered to accompany me. I really did want that walk and it would be rude to leave without him. I looked out the window and saw that it was fairly overcast, this cast the deciding vote, I would let him accompany me. As it was overcast he couldn't blind me with those stupid jewels he wears.
We walked to a nearby park and started to take a turn about it. We were hardly half way round, when Mr. Wasop, insisted that I was tired and begged me to sit down. I sat down on a nearby park bench and Mr. Wasop joined me. He did not say anything but merely sat there fidgeting. I took the opportunity to look around, it was a very pretty park, but I am not much of a walker as you all know from that dreadful walk through the forest near Netherfield. Suddenly a curricle came driving down the street, into a view, it was a fair way away but I could see the driver and his expression quite well. It was Ash and he looked horrified but this time it did not seem to be aimed at me, rather Ash was looking beside me. I turned and there was Mr. Wasop on his knees.
"Miss Bennet, allow me to express my admiration of you. I am most in earnest, I knew from the moment you asked after my particular business and after my jewels, that you must love me. I knew that you had set your cap at me, your encouragement since has left me appreciating you more and more. Your dancing above two dances with me and the driving in my gig, showed me what kind of a girl you are and you are my kind. My dearest, dearest Kitty. Marry me!"
I was struck dumb, through this entire speech. At the end, I could only muster a very vague and submissive.
"Sir??? Encouragement? I............" I was interrupted once more, but this time it was not speech, Mr. Wasop fair leapt upon me. He kissed me most violently and I could not shove him away, not matter how hard I tried. Oh how I wish I was stronger like Lydia or Lizzy. He kept kissing and kissing me and I had not even replied!!! Finally with a very strong kick to his knee and shove on his chest he was dislodged. I stood up, straightening my skirts and slapped him.
*SLAP* His face moved and when he turned back to look at me there was a red mark across his face. Woah! Anger sure gave me some strength. I felt like running away, but no, he must hear me.
"Sir, you are a friend, any 'encouragement' I gave you was for friendship. I was most politely going to refuse you, but now that I have been mauled, for you are no gentleman but a beast, I refuse to soothe your hurt pride." Huge pause while I mustered my loudest voice.
"I think, you a terrible dancer, you have the most hideous taste in what are obviously FAKE jewels, you constantly agree with me even if I am obviously wrong and worst of all YOU LIKE MY MOTHERS COMPANY!!!!! I do not wish to marry you and nothing you can say will change my opinion of you, GOOD DAY SIR!"
Part XVIII
"set your cap at me, showed me what kind of a girl you are, you must love me, your encouragement, appreciating you"
These words ran through my head, accompanied by images of Mr. Wasop on his knees, his frightful lips assaulting me and Ash's horrified expression. I can tell you now, this isn't the kind of proposal a girl wants. Oh, how I cried. Lizzy hearing my distress, raced in, demanding to know what had upset me.
I could not tell her for I could not get the expressions out, at one point she asked if it was all an act like before. This made me cry even worse, because how I wish it was all an act. It was a full half an hour I believe before I could tell her what had happened, and afterwards I believe I cried myself to sleep.
Lizzy was very kind, and did not say anything, bar some soothing words until I was feeling much better.
"Kitty, I think what I am going to say, will hurt you, but you need to hear it."
"You do not think I should have accepted him????"
"No, if you did not like him, you did the right thing, however, your actions beforehand were slightly improper. Riding out with him twice, and dancing three dances with him, and before that you were always with him. I can see why he may have thought you were interested in his advances."
"I know, Lizzy but I thought I was only being friendly, I am so stupid."
This brought on another fit of crying. Lizzy gave up on the explanations and just spent the next....I do not know how long, trying to console me.
How could I bring this upon myself? A girl dreams of being courted and of her first kiss with a man, and this is how mine ends up. Lizzy knows a little of how I feel but at least Mr. Collins did not make advances towards her. Georgie, came and sat with me the next day and it was she who perhaps provided the best solace.
"Kitty, I know a little of how you feel, Lizzy says that you know about Ramsgate. I was ashamed of being tricked by him, I let him make advances towards me only to find out how wicked he was. We have both been treated ill by men."
It was this statement that roused me from my sobbing. "Georgie how can you say such a thing. Compared to you! I have not been ill treated by a man, it was my own doing. You were blameless but I was to blame. There can be no comparison, my heart was not broken, yours was. You are too good to me, to even think that a comparison can be made."
"No Kitty, I was to blame, I allowed myself to be persuaded by that man, I must shoulder some of the blame. Dear Fitzwilliam says that I was young and innocent and that I was not to blame, if I can be cleared of my wrong doings by youth, so can you."
"No, that is impossible, I am not fifteen, I'm eighteen!"
"It isn't impossible, you have been sheltered and not looked after, I was sheltered too. In my mind we must be of the same age. If you will not clear yourself of wrong-doing I will have to clear you myself."
"You are too good. How can you be so good? I feel so ashamed."
"Yes, but what you did was not as bad as I. Learn from your mistakes, Kitty and please do not retreat like I have done."
"You, worse then I? Georgie you speak nonsense, if I am to learn from mistakes and not retreat, you must do so too. I will take to my bed and never leave it if you do not exert yourself also."
"Of course, I will Kitty, but I am not of your temper, so you must not expect too much of me."
"And you will do me the same courtesy."
Georgie was such a comfort to me, as was Lizzy the next time she came to sit with me.
"Kitty, I have been thinking, you have never really been taught what is proper in society and your recent lesson on the subject was most painful to you I know. I cannot help but feel that as an elder sister I should have done better by you."
"What is this? Everyone is willing to shoulder the blame of such a distressing event from my shoulders. It will not do Lizzy, I acted irresponsibly in my behaviour towards Mr. Wasop, I should have been guarded as I felt nothing for him. For all my life I have followed someone and now I must take responsibility for myself and think for myself."
"I'm glad you see it like that Kitty, but I am still sorry for not trying to lead you better. But I hope you aren't going to become another................"
"Mary??? Good heavens no! Though I may take up reading Fordyce's Sermons, just to give the right impression."
Lizzy hit me the pillow closest to her and I retaliated. The fight went on for a few more minutes before Lizzy called a truce exclaiming.
"No this must not be, I am a married woman, what ever would Mr. Darcy say???"
"He would say, Madam, count me in!!!" Darcy's amused voice came from the doorway, with it flew a pillow that caught Lizzy square on the head. Enraged, she picked up a pillow and charged after Darcy, who with presence of mind had disappeared down the passage.
The whole scene, cheered me up somewhat, and I managed to sleep that second night. The next morning, I came downstairs and decided to be cheerful, after all nothing so very bad had happened. I had not been abducted, I was not hurt, no one knew (apart from family) what had occurred ~ except Ash, and that distressed me. I was excessively hungry, so sitting at the breakfast table, I loaded my plate with food and more food. Lizzy and Georgie smiled at me, glad to know I had my appetite back, because I had refused all food yesterday and the day before.
"Look I have a letter from my Uncle." Exclaimed Darcy upon examining the morning's mail.
"Oh read it out, Fitzwilliam." Cried Georgie, "I hope they are well, they do not often write to us when we are all in London. It must be important."
Chapter
"Yes, Georgiana I will read it to you and yes it is probably something important.
Most extraordinary news!! Horrie, has taken off to Scotland (no not to Gretna Green), He is sent hither, by Spencer the Duke of Whitfield, who apparently has some property up there he wishes inspected. However Spencer can not go himself, because he is apparently detained in Wales. We learnt of his going from Richard, which is the oddest thing Horrie didn't take his leave of us, Harriet is most upset. Especially since Harriet spoke to Sarah and she did not know anything about Spencer wanting property looked at.
But the question remains, do you know why Horrie is acting so strangely? I can't help but think something is amiss. Please, if it is in your power, let your dear uncle know what is going on.
Yours Faithfully,
Edwin Fitzwilliam
Earl of Matlock
Dear Darcy,
Viscount Matlock
Baron Fitzwilliam
Well what do you say to that Georgie?"
But Georgie was not given the chance to reply.
"What! Ash has gone where? Why would he do that? How could he just go without any warning, He has slighted you Lizzy by not taking his leave. I shouldn't talk to him when he returns. Oh he is such a dreadful man," I burst out.
I could not eat a single bite, I pushed the plate as far away from me as possible. I stood up and stormed out of the room. I went and sat down at the piano and started practising a very simple, but very angry piece.
After a while, it calmed me down and gave me time to think, why was I so upset? I thought about that for quite a while as I was playing, finally I think I worked it out. I think it was because Ash had seen Mr. Wasop and I in the park and I felt he needed an explanation. That is it, I want to tell him what really happened.
"Ah, Lizzy said I would find you in here. You know that tune you are playing is really throwing the house into melancholy! You should play something happier." I looked up to see Col. Fitzwilliam, looking very nice in his regimentals.
"Colonel! I am so happy to see you and it is not my playing which is upsetting the household, it is your brother. Why did he not come to tell us he was going to Scotland?"
I rose from the piano and took a seat on a divan. Col. Fitzwilliam joined me.
"Well Miss Bennet he did not know he was going to Scotland. His friend begged his help and Ash came to his aid. But he did not forget his friends in London, he wished me to come to congratulate you."
"Congratulate me? Why would Lord Ashbourne wish to do that?"
"Your engagement, Miss Bennet to Mr. Wasop."
"My what? I am not engaged to that...............man."
Col. Fitzwilliam rose, confusion diffusing across his face.
"But Miss Bennet, Ash saw...................."
"Mr. Wasop proposing? He did but he was refused."
"Refused?" echoed Col. Fitzwilliam blankly, "But Ash said he saw, he thought he saw, you being............................." He looked at me while trying to complete his sentence.
"Mauled?" I supplied.
"Mauled???" He looked shocked now.
"Yes, but it is of no matter, he asked me and I rejected him, I am in no need of congratulations."
"Oh................of course, forgive me Miss Bennet." Col. Fitzwilliam paced around for a few minutes before very hastily making his exit.
Odder and Odder!! I thought that Ash was an odd person but I'm beginning to think it's a trait that runs in the family.
My days were spent industriously (even if I was in a half comatose stage from utter boredom), I read and played the piano. I wrote letters to Mama and Jane. I also received another letter from Lydia sent express (at my expense) for she decided it was of utmost importance I heard about her new green dress. It seems that she doesn't even read my correspondence, just sends letters filled with her own concerns and problems. But I suppose it took my mind off other matters.
Oh it was most upsetting, why did Ash have to go to Scotland! I wanted to go for a ride in the park. You see going with Ash would hardly be improper, he is too old to be considered courting me, and he is a relation, even if it is distant. Not to mention I do like his company. I was so bored. It was tedious, Lizzy is an old married woman, well she acts like it and Georgie is so sweet and nice, but one can have too much of one person's conversation.
But it was several days before we heard of Ash. Exactly ten excessively long days since Mr. Wasop's proposal to be exact. We were all sitting at the breakfast table, when a servant entered with a letter for Darcy from Lord Matlock.