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Chapter 11
William rushed to Elizabeth's side and tried to discern the damage. He shook her gently, but she had apparently lost consciousness. He moved her slightly to see if there were any broken bones. Thus satisfied, he picked her up without hesitation and rushed inside. The rain was pouring down on both of them as William had left his umbrella as soon as he had come upon Elizabeth. She stirred very slightly as she came in contact with William's warm chest. William tightened his grip around her petite form and whispered,
"It's okay...you'll be fine, Elizabeth."
This, it appeared, was good enough for her since her lips curled up in a little smile as if she was having a wonderful dream. William studied her face and realized in a flash how much he'd come to cherish this woman. As he entered the house, he called loudly for Mrs. Reynolds and the other servants. He ran up the stairs into Liz's room and deposited her on the bed. She was soaking wet.
Mrs. Reynolds, who had woken up in alarm, said, "She needs to get out of those wet clothes, sir."
"Yes, yes of course," said William. He walked to her closet and unceremoniously picked out some old PJs. "This should do." He handed them to Mrs. Reynolds. "You can change her. I'll wait outside." And accordingly, he went outside.
Abby and Crystal were standing outside. Abby said, "We heard your cries. What's wrong?"
William looked at Abby, "I'm afraid it's your mother. I found her lying outside in the rain. I'll ring for the doctor."
"Will she be alright? Can we go in to see her?" asked Crystal with concern, holding her sister's hands.
"She'll be fine," said William. "You can go in as soon as Mrs. Reynolds is done changing her."
He walked off, presumably to make a call. Abby looked at Crystal, "My mom will be fine. She's never sick."
"Yeah, I hope so," said Crystal. Just then, Mrs. Reynolds came out. "She's running a high fever, girls. You can go in." They went inside, treading quietly so as not to disturb her. Abby peered at her mother. She had a strange, smiling expression on her face, which she often had when she was teasing someone.
"Mom," whispered Abby. "Can you hear me? You're going to be okay..."
Liz stirred slightly, but didn't open her eyes. It was like she heard Abby, but couldn't respond. Abby turned to Crystal. "Oh, I've never seen her like this!" Crystal put a comforting arm around her and said, "Now Abby, you know there's nothing to worry about. She'll be better soon." Abby nodded, though she couldn't help but be concerned.
William returned into the room and said, "Did she say anything? Open her eyes?"
"No," said Crystal.
"Oh," said William. "I don't know how this could have happened." He went to her side and touched her forehead. "Her temperature's quite high. The doctor said he'd be here as soon as possible." William started pacing. "I shouldn't have let her be out there alone in the rain. It's my fault. And where's the doctor, for heaven's sake!"
"Dad! Calm down!" exclaimed Crystal. "It's okay...she'll be okay. It's not your fault."
William looked at her, then at Liz. He muttered miserably, "But I didn't get a chance to tell her...what if she doesn't...."
"Tell her what?" asked Crystal, glancing at Abby.
"Huh?" William was obviously not listening. "Oh, nothing." He pulled up a chair next to Liz's bed. "You girls can go back to bed. I'll stay with Liz." Crystal and Abby exchanged glances. William was acting strange. Only one possibility came to their over-imaginative mind. He was in love! The girls were only too happy to oblige.
"Okay," said Abby. "But you promise to call us if she wakes up?"
"Yes, of course," he said, not tearing his eyes from Liz. He didn't notice the girls slipping away quietly from the room. He just watched Liz motionless. It was strange, but he hadn't ever really looked at her uninhibited before. He had not noticed the gentle curl of her lips, her delicate long lashes or the adorable mole near her upper lips. He hadn't noticed the way her curly, dark hair fell down on her face or the way her brows tilted. He had been so busy denying to himself and everyone else that he didn't know when he started treasuring her; her voice, her smile, her frown, her laughter.
He loved her! William finally accepted the fact. Looking back, it was so obvious to him. He had been attracted to her since the first time he'd laid eyes on her in the elevator, when she came running. What a surprise it had been to find out that she would be working with him. And then Abby and Crystal! That gave him the opportunity to ask her to share his house. Even then, he told himself that he was doing it for his daughter. But at no point could he deny that he found Elizabeth Bennett to be a most charming, intriguing person. She was open, fun, direct, witty and very beautiful. How could he have been so blind?! It was astonishing! He had even enjoyed her sharp, sarcastic comments directed at him. To own the truth, he did envy Richard because of his easy, friendly relationship with Liz. But now...now, as he watched her unconscious, he understood the special place in his heart for that one, glorious woman.
William leaned forward and held Liz's hand. It was cold as marble. He warmed it with his palms and whispered, "Oh, I love you, Elizabeth...please god, please don't let anything happen to her."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" said William, irritably, wishing to be left alone with Liz. "The doctor's here, sir," Mrs. Reynolds informed him.
"Okay, show him in," said William.
Dr. Foster was a middle-aged, bald man with sparkling, blue eyes. "Hello Mr. Darcy." He walked up to Liz, "This is the patient, I presume?"
Brilliant! "Yes," murmured William. "Will she be okay?"
Dr. Foster did not answer. He examined Liz, checking her pulse, heart rate and other vitals. "She has a high fever," he stated after few minutes. "But other than that, there seems to be nothing wrong. She also has a little bump on her head. I would say that she probably fell down, fainted perhaps, and caught a cold. You found her out in the rain?"
"Yes," William nodded.
"That would explain the high temperature," Dr. Foster said. "I'll give her some medicine for the fever which should be given as soon as she wakes up..."
"But why is she unconscious?" asked William, concerned.
"The hit on the head is probably responsible for that," answered Dr. Foster. "Don't worry, everything's normal. She's not in any danger. Just keep her warm, give her the medicine and she'll be back to normal in a matter of days." He started to get up. "Oh, and I recommend that someone stay in the room for tonight. You never know when she'll wake up."
"I'll stay," volunteered William.
"Good," said Dr. Foster. Seeing William's worried face, "Don't worry, Mrs. Darcy will be fine."
Mrs. Darcy??!! "She's not my wife," said William. Although...
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Dr. Foster. "I just thought...well, it appeared...oh, never mind." He gave William a huge smile and said, "Good luck, then."
"Thank you, doctor," William called after him. Mrs. Reynolds showed him out. Minutes later, she appeared again, "Will you be sleeping here, sir?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds," said William. "I'll take the couch."
"Okay," said Mrs. Reynolds. She saw William's pained expression and added, "I hope Miss Lizzy is fine, sir."
"You call her Miss Lizzy?" William raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," Mrs. Reynolds smiled. "She asked me to call her that. She's so nice. I must own that when you first told me that a young lady was going to stay with us, I was not very happy. But Miss Lizzy is so wonderful. I really like her."
"Yeah, so do I," he said with a sigh.
Mrs. Reynolds did not miss the sigh and could see that her master was hopelessly in love. She added, "I'm glad she's with us, sir."
"Yes," smiled William. "Thank you." Mrs. Reynolds smiled and left, hoping in her heart that Miss Lizzy would wake up soon and make Master William very happy. He deserved it, after all.
For the next hour, William sat on the chair next to Liz, thinking of her. He remembered every thing she had ever said to him, be it good or bad. He remembered and cherished every moment he'd spent with her. If only, he had the courage or the resolution to tell her that. But no! He reminded himself of her impossible family and connections. It wouldn't do to connect the Darcys with that! He had to cure himself of this infatuation! And fast! But he looked at Liz and sighed. Well...he was only being nice...like a good host.
William got up to sleep on the couch. As he passed Liz's bed, he stopped. On impulse, he bent down and kissed Liz's eyelids. He sat down next to her and put his arms around her sleeping form. Maybe it was the only opportunity he'd ever have. He was very comfortable, half-sitting on the bed with his arm around Liz's waist. And then, utterly exhausted, he fell asleep...
The next morning
It was in that exact same position that William slept the entire night. The first rays of light streamed through the room and Elizabeth stirred slightly. She stirred, then opened her eyes slightly, feeling a hand across her waist. She looked to her side, then smiled. "Mmmm...William..."
William opened his eyes at hearing his name called and smiled, "Elizabeth..."
"I feel awful...," she said throatily. She was still half-asleep. "The only time I ever felt like this was when I had a bad fever in England...Abby was only 6 then...oh...my head hurts..."
"You'll be fine, Elizabeth," murmured William, not moving from his position.
"But William, I..." Liz stopped, opened her eyes wide in horror, now fully awake. "William Darcy!!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!"
William jumped up from the bed in equal horror and dismay. "I, uh...."
Elizabeth tried to get up a little, but felt too weak. "I want an explanation and I want it now!" she exclaimed, flustered. William was in her room and had had his arms around her. For how long? Why? She didn't remember anything.
William looked at her desperately. "Um...I found you outside, soaking in the rain yesterday. So we brought you in and called a doctor. You just have a fever and a bump in your head. I was staying in your room to...ah...give you your medicine. I was reaching to get something across your bed and must have...um...fallen asleep."
Elizabeth looked at William with skeptic eyes. "Fell asleep? Okay..."
William looked around for a way to escape and was blessed. Crystal and Abby came in. "Mom! You're awake!" cried Abby, rushing to her side. She kissed her mother. "How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, darling," smiled Liz, glancing at William. "I slept well." Although the same can't be said for William...
"Good!" exclaimed Abby. "Wait...I'll get you your medicine." She went to get some water. As she came back, William said,
"Um...I have to go."
"Good-bye," said Liz stiffly. William escaped swiftly with Crystal in tow.
Abby saw what was going on between her mother and William. She said, "William was very nice yesterday. He brought you in and stayed up to see that you were alright."
"Did he?" asked Liz. She felt uncomfortable...maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe William was just being polite and maybe his story was true. Maybe he did fall asleep by mistake. Liz wondered why she had reacted like she had. But finding William in such an intimate situation had discomfited her. She didn't know why.
"Mom?" Abby saw her mother's thoughts floating far away.
"Huh?"
"Your medicine..."
Liz took the medication and said, "I don't even remember how it happened. I was just walking...I probably fainted and hit my head. How stupid!"
"You really scared us all," sighed Abby. "Especially William..." She stopped to see Liz's reaction. Indifferent.
"Oh?"
"Yeah," continued Abby. "I think he really likes you. It sure looks like it."
Liz looked at her daughter. "Forget it. It's not going to happen, Abby." And that was all. Abby could not mistake her mom's meaning, so she said no more. But she hoped fervently that Crystal was doing better than her.
Meanwhile
Crystal followed her dad out of the room. "Is Liz going to be okay, dad?"
"Yes," answered William shortly. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He'd been embarrassed enough this morning.
"I know that you were very scared for her last night," continued Crystal. "Why was that?"
"Because...," William stopped. "She's my guest and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her under my roof."
"And is that all?" asked Crystal, innocently.
"Yes, what else would there be?" demanded William.
"Your concern appeared a bit more than politeness to me," said Crystal, cheekily.
"You were imagining things," said William grimly. "And I'd prefer if you keep your imagination under check."
"Sorry dad," pouted Crystal and went to find Abby. Why were parents so stubborn?
William watched his daughter go away and frowned. Why was she doing this? Surely, she didn't suspect his real feelings for Liz? He couldn't be that transparent? Or maybe he could. He'd just have to be more careful. He found Mrs. Reynolds in the hall and said,
"Liz woke up and I'd appreciate it if every possible attention be paid to her."
"Yes sir," said Mrs. Reynolds. "How is she doing?"
"Fine," said William. "I'm going out for a walk. Tell Ms. Bennett that she may call her sister or parents. They'd probably like to visit her. Show them in."
Mrs. Reynolds nodded. "How long will you be out, sir?"
"I don't know," he snapped. Mrs. Reynolds looked surprised. "Sorry...I'm just tired. Tell Crystal that I went out." He sighed. "I'll be back for dinner."
"Okay, sir," Mrs. Reynolds watched her young master leave. She could tell that he was very troubled. She wondered what happened this morning to make him this way. Maybe Miss Lizzy was mad at him. That would probably worry him. But it wasn't for her to ask. If he wanted her opinion, he'd ask. But if they did ask, she'd say that he should ask nice Miss Lizzy to marry him. He'd been alone long enough.
Later that day (Sunday); at Pemberley
"Oh, I don't know Jane," said Liz quietly. "I just don't know."
Jane was sipping coffee, listening to Liz with compassion. Liz had called her and told her about her accident. She also spoke to Mrs. Bennett, but somehow convinced her that she need not come down to see her. For this, they were both grateful.
Liz continued, "Sometimes I feel like I absolutely hate him, then other times, he's not that bad. God, it's confusing!"
Jane nodded, "I know, Liz, but I don't think you hate him. You wouldn't be so troubled if you did." She smiled. "And besides, William is a great person, there's no reason to hate him. He's a little reserved, I admit. But he's not bad. That's what Charles told me."
Liz smiled, "Charles, huh? You guys are really hitting it off. So, when's the wedding?"
"Lizzy!" cried Jane, blushing. "I enjoy his company very much and I think he enjoys mine, too. But that doesn't mean you'll hear wedding bells anytime soon."
"Aww shucks!" exclaimed Liz. "And I was really looking forward to wearing a bright pink bridesmaid dress!" Both sisters giggled. "But I won't despair," continued Liz. "Who knows what'll happen in the future!"
"Speaking of wedding bells," giggled Jane. "What about you and William?"
"Me and William?!!!!!!!" exclaimed Liz. "What an idea!!!!!!! Maybe I don't hate him, but I sure don't like him either. That's one thing that will never ever happen."
"Oh, Lizzy," said Jane softly. "Never say never."
Meanwhile
Abby and Crystal giggled softly as they listened to Liz and Jane's conversation. Then, they quietly stole away to the privacy of their own bedroom to plot some more. Abby said, "I don't know about you, but I'm not totally comfortable with eavesdropping."
Crystal laughed, "It is a little sneaky, isn't it?! But it's important. You want our parents to get together, don't you?"
"Of course I do!"
"Good," smiled Crystal. "We learnt few important things today. My dad likes your mom, but doesn't want to admit it. Your mom kinda likes dad, but she doesn't want to admit it either. So, all we have to do is to get them to admit the truth."
"And how do we do that?" asked Abby, curious.
"Simple, really," smiled Crystal, in conspiring tone. "It's all about the location. We get them to a romantic spot, leave them all alone and the truth is bound to come out."
It sounded good to Abby, but... "But we need a good spot. I don't think they'll agree to vacation together just like that!"
"No," agreed Crystal. "But I have that figured out too. My dad's Aunt Mrs. Catherine deBourgh lives in this vast mansion called Rosings out in southern Virginia. It's remote, quiet and can be very romantic. No distractions, nothing! They'll spend loads of time together and if all goes well, they might even get engaged by the end of the vacation!"
"But how will we get them there?" asked Abby.
"Easy! I'll call Aunt Catherine and tell her to invite us to Rosings for the spring break! I can get her to do anything! Dad will accept, he always does. And of course, you guys will come too as I will throw a fit at having to separate from my long lost twin! And voila!"
Abby smiled. She could find no flaws in the reasoning. "Okay, then. Let's do it!"
"Cool!" winked Crystal. "Think about it...by this time next year, our parents might be married!!!"
That night
It was very late when William finally made it back to the house. He'd missed dinner, but it gave him almost the whole day to think. Not that that helped him in any way. He was as confused as before and knew not what his feelings were towards one Elizabeth Bennett. He had not eaten anything that day, but he ignored the growl of his empty stomach. He entered quietly and locked the door. He went upstairs and some strange force attracted him in a direction and he found himself standing in front of Liz's room. He knocked gently and heard a soft, "Come in." He went inside.
Liz was sitting up, supported by pillows, reading a book. Her dark curls cascaded down, framing her face. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, laughing really. There was a gentle smiling expression on her face. But that changed once she saw him. Her face tightened, a frown appeared and she said, "Yes?"
God, she's beautiful! "Um...I just wanted to see how you were doing?"
"I'm fine, thank you," she said. "You were out the whole day?"
"You noticed?" William's heart skipped a beat.
"Yes," said Liz. "I spent the entire day without a decent argument."
William looked at her, hurt. Was that all he was worth? A decent argument? "Good night," he said gruffly and started to leave.
"William!" called Liz softly. He stopped, turned and looked at her. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
He stared at her for a moment, then said, "Anytime." And then, he was gone. Liz stared at the door after he was gone with a strange, inscrutable expression on her face. William Darcy was a puzzle, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to figure him out.
3 days later; Wednesday
Liz was finally deemed fit enough to go to work. The morning would be busy. Abby had an interview with the principal of Crystal's posh, private school in DC. William and Liz would take her there before proceeding to work.
"I'm a little nervous," confessed Abby as they got into William's car.
"There's no reason for that," smiled Liz. "You'll do great!"
"I hope so," smiled Abby in return. "Though I wish Crystal was here with me."
"I know, dear," said Liz.
They arrived at _______ School within 25 minutes and the interview went splendidly. The principal was pleased with Abby and was happy to set a date for a purely routine entrance test. As they left the school campus and walked up to the parking lot, Liz spied two people she'd least expected to see: Kitty and Lydia.
"Lizzy!!!" waved Lydia madly. "Fancy seeing you here!" She ran towards Liz with Kitty and two young men close behind her. Liz said hello and explained the purpose of her visit to DC.
"Don't you have classes this morning?" asked Liz. Both her sisters were students at Georgetown University.
"Yeah, but who cares?!" exclaimed Lydia. Looking at her companions, "Let me introduce my friends...ex-marines Harry Denny and George Wickham!!!" Lydia giggled and Liz smiled, blushing. She introduced herself and her daughter. William was lagging behind.
"Hello," smiled George Wickham charmingly. "What are two lovely ladies doing here early in the morning?"
Liz told him. "Abby had an interview at the school." She pointed at the school's direction. "So...you used to be a marine...why'd you leave?"
"We got tired of that lifestyle," smiled George. "And I wouldn't be here if I hadn't left and I wouldn't have met you!"
Liz smiled, then blushed and laughed, "Tell me Mr. Wickham - "
"George," he interrupted her.
"Tell me George," smiled Liz. "Do you always try to flatter everyone you meet?!"
"No," smiled George. "Just you."
Liz smiled even more. She, then saw William come upon them. She was still smiling when she looked at him. But then, William's eyes met George Wickham and he froze. His face darkened with rage and he stomped off in the direction of the car. George, on the other hand, turned red with embarrassment. Liz watched the scene with astonishment. She exchanged quick glances with Abby and thought: what was that all about? She said to Abby, "Come on, we have to go. Nice meeting you guys."
She started to walk away, but George caught her arm, "Will I ever see you again?"
Liz stopped, then said, "Meet me at Madeline, Tyson's Corner, tonight at 8." And, then, she walked off after William with Abby next to her.
Chapter Twelve
That night; Madeline, Tyson's Corner
Elizabeth entered with a slight nervousness. She wasn't sure why she was here in the first place. It wasn't like her to be impulsive in accepting date offers from strangers. Although she wouldn't admit it, Liz knew that she was also here because she wanted to know more about George's acquaintance with William. Why it should interest her, she wasn't certain, but ever since their encounter in the morning, Liz's mind had been filled with little else.
She scanned the crowd and spotted George sitting in a rather secluded corner in the little French restaurant. He beamed and waved at her and Liz smiled. She walked over and sat down opposite him.
"You made it!" exclaimed George. "I was beginning to worry."
Liz smiled, "I wouldn't do that to you."
George's smile grew wider as he ordered drinks for both of them. Liz had to stop herself from asking him straight away about what was most prominent on her mind. She couldn't do that. So, she tried to hold her curiosity a little longer as George talked about the pleasantness of DC, the Marine Corps, Lydia and all other topics of idle chitchat. Then, after the waiter had served them their drinks, George inclined a little forward and said,
"So...how long have you known William Darcy?"
Liz stared, surprised at his introducing the subject. "Well...um...I came to work in his company a little while ago. Since then, we discovered that our adopted daughters are twin sisters. So, for almost two weeks now, I have been living at his home...Pemberley."
"Oh...," murmured George. "That's interesting..."
"But," Liz hurried to explain. "I don't like him too much. He's very stuffy, reserved...oh, I don't know...it's confusing. The thing is that I don't know him that well."
George nodded, "Yes, he's that kind of a man. Even after knowing him for 25 years, I feel like I don't know him after all." Seeing the shocked look on Liz's face. "Yes, it's true, I've known him for a long time. And you must be surprised after seeing the coldness between us this morning."
"I confess, I was," nodded Liz.
"We go back a long way, Darcy and I," said George. "Am I boring you?"
"Oh, no, no!" Liz was quick to say. In fact, she was quite mystified.
"Good," smiled George. "Well, you see, my father used to work as a steward in Pemberley. The old Mr. Darcy, William's father, was a great friend to my dad and very fond of me. I was born in Pemberley and spent most of my childhood there, alongside with William and his little sister, Gina. Ever since we were little boys, William was always mean to me, probably because he was jealous of his father's love for me."
He paused, and Liz urged him to continue.
"My dad died about 18 years ago and Mr. Darcy went soon after that. By that time, William and I were both ready to go to college. Mr. Darcy had always wanted me to go to Harvard like all the other Darcys. It had been his supreme wish. But William would not have that. He couldn't bear the competition. So he refused to pay the tuition. He was now the sole owner of Pemberley, and he refused to pay for my education. I, of course, did not have that kind of money to spend. I implored him to think of his dear father's wishes, but he refused flatly."
"Oh god!" exclaimed Liz. "I did not have a favorable impression of William, but I did not think him as bad as that. To think that he would do something so heinous and to his father's favorite, too?! Why didn't you seek legal help? His will could not be ignored like that?"
George shook his head. "It wasn't like that. Mr. Darcy didn't leave any sum of money to me in a formal will. It was all word of mouth that would have been regarded as good as a will by a man of honor. But William chose to question it and refused to do the honorable thing. I had no money, no education, no hope of getting in anywhere. In essence, my future was ruined."
George smiled, paused and then continued. "But I wasn't about to give up. I applied and got into the local community college, while William was away fulfilling his dreams in Harvard. I wasn't bitter... I just felt sorry that William wasn't secure enough to allow me to have a decent education. Anyway, after that, I had a string of low-paying jobs that just didn't suit me. I finally decided to leave that and joined the marines. And now...well, now I left the marines and here I am."
"Here you are," nodded Liz. "Oh, what an awful story! I can't believe William would be so low-down, nasty. Oh god, how can I continue living in the same house with him?!! He is insufferable!"
"Liz...," said George. "I'm sorry that I upset you. I didn't mean to. Really, he isn't all bad. He just gets very jealous and possessive and well, he is very proud to begin with. You can't tell him about what I told you today. If he found out that I have a decent job in this area, he will use his considerable influence to get me fired. He still can't take any competition."
"Trust me," said Liz. "I won't tell. But I can never see him in the same light again. But tell me, what kind of girl is Gina?"
"Well," said George. "I haven't seen her for a while, but she is, like her brother, very proud, arrogant and haughty. I used to play with her when she was little and she was very fond of me, but her brother convinced her not to have any contact with me."
"Oh."
"Enough of that," smiled George amiably. The rest of the time, they chatted on general, neutral topics, but Liz's mind was only half on it. She couldn't help thinking about all George had told her. It was truly awful and she was shocked. The evening ended with Liz promising to see him again soon. Liz went home with her head full of George Wickham and all that he had told her.
It was rather late when Liz quietly entered Pemberley. The lights were out and Liz quietly went upstairs. As she was almost on the top of the landing, the lights were turned on and she saw William, clad in his PJs, standing with a weird look on his face.
"Oh, hello William," said Liz, half-pleasantly.
"Where have you been?!!" he demanded as if it were his right to know.
Liz flashed her eyes at him. "Excuse me?"
"Do you know how worried I ... uh, we, were?!" he said loudly.
"There was no need for that," said Liz calmly. "I told Abby I would be out late."
"Who were you with?" demanded William. "Wickham???"
"Listen, William," said Liz in a calm, yet menacing tone. "Where I was or who with, is none of your business. I am a grown woman and I can take care of myself. I respect your privacy and will appreciate it if you respected mine. Now, I am very tired and would really like to go to bed, if it's okay with you." Without waiting for him to answer, Liz stomped past him.
William called out, "Liz!"
"Yes?" she turned towards him wearily.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night."
"But that's impossible, Lizzy!!" exclaimed Jane. They had met at Starbucks.
Liz shook her head over coffee. "I don't see why, Jane. I don't see why George would make up something like that. What for? And he gave me names, facts, everything without hesitation. If it's all a lie, let William refute it all himself."
"But you haven't given William a chance to explain himself."
"Are you on his side, then?" Liz demanded.
"No, Lizzy, I'm not taking sides," Jane said. "I'm just trying to find a reason for what George says William did. Maybe there was a misunderstanding?"
Liz laughed. "Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, Jane? That would save you from all the hassle of thinking ill of someone. But it won't work, Jane, not this time. One of them is to blame and I think William is the one."
"Your mind is made up, then? You won't give him a chance?" asked the fair-minded Jane.
"It won't work if you try to make me guilty, Jane," said Liz. "If William has anything to say, he will. But I doubt it. He knows that his lies won't work with me. And I don't want you to talk to him about this, okay?"
"Fine, Liz," said Jane. "But I think you're making a mistake by trusting George so quickly."
"I can judge people," said Liz. "And George would never lie to me."
Liz went to work soon after and found Caroline in her room. She was there to drop off some papers.
"Oh, there you are, darling!" smiled Caroline. "I heard about all your adventures!"
"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care," stated Liz.
"Oh, but you will," said Caroline. "A certain someone told me that you had a date with George Wickham!!!"
Liz looked at her. "And...?"
"I must warn you, darling," said Caroline. "George Wickham is a man, not to be trusted. I don't know the details of his dealings with William, but I know William was not to blame."
"Oh yeah?!" challenged Liz. "And why should I trust you?"
"Excuse me!" cried Caroline. "I was only trying to save you some embarrassment when the whole thing came out." She paused at the door. "I do hope, darling, that this episode doesn't sour your cozy arrangement with William?!"
"You wish!" muttered Liz.
On their way back that day, William and Liz had minimum conversation. There was tension in the air and neither of them chose to break the ice. Finally, William said,
"Oh, I almost forgot... Charles has invited us all to Netherfield for a dinner party."
"Oh?" said Liz, not looking at William.
"You'll go, right?"
"Sure, why not?" she said. Then, something occurred to her. "We can bring dates, right?"
William froze. "Yes, of course...." He said no more, refusing to even dwell on the possibility of who Liz's date might be.
The next day
Liz was eating her cereal with Abby and Crystal, waiting for William. He wasn't there. It was getting late. So Liz said, "Crystal, do you know where your dad is?"
"No," Crystal shook her head. "I think he went for a walk, but I haven't seen him."
"Oh."
Abby said, "Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going out with that 'George' guy again?"
"Maybe," said Liz. "Why?"
"No reason," lied Abby, while eyeing Crystal as if to say, Oh no!!
Meanwhile
William walked with a bunch of wild flowers that he had picked personally until he came to the gravesite he'd been looking for. He stopped, bent forward and put the flowers on top of the grave. His face was somber and his eyes spoke of unshed tears. He stood there quietly for minutes before erupting into tears. He sat down next to the grave and finally said,
"I promised you I would never hurt him, but how can I help it? He destroyed your life, then tried to destroy Gina's. And now, he is after...Elizabeth. How many more of my loved ones will he take away from me?"
He looked as if the grave would talk to him. But it didn't.
"I know you loved him and he broke your heart. He hurt you so much and yet, you wouldn't let me help you. Even after you lost the baby... And now, he's back...ruining my life again. How can I not do something?! You have to help me, please."
Silence.
William stood up, dried his tears. "You loved him in life and in death. That was your only sin. And you never stopped suffering for it." He sighed, and after one last look, left.
The wild orchids on the grave adorned it, half-covering the only inscription:
Crystal Mae Darcy
May 16, 1961 - November 6, 1987
Chapter Thirteen
Welcome to Netherfield!" Charles and Caroline were at the door, greeting the guests. By all appearances, this was a lavish affair with a lot of guests, music, drinks, etc. William and Elizabeth entered side by side.
"Oh William!" Caroline exclaimed as soon as she saw him. "I'm so glad that you could make it." She glanced at Liz. "You too, darling."
Liz did not bother to say anything to Caroline. "Hello Charles. Nice party."
"Thanks, Liz!" smiled Charles. "Hey, Jane is coming, right?"
"Yeah, she'll be here," Liz could hardly repress her laughter. Charles and Jane had seen each other on regular basis and Jane was well on her way of falling in love. Charles was also so into Jane that Liz set the wedding date in her mind already. Those two made a very cute couple and Liz was happy for them.
She excused herself from the hosts and headed to find Charlotte. She spotted her near the punch table and walked over.
"Hi Char!"
"Liz! You look great!" exclaimed Char. "Punch?"
Liz accepted it gratefully.
"So, where's Mr. George "Nice Guy" Wickham?" asked Char. "I thought you said I'd meet him tonight?"
"He called this morning and cancelled," Liz gulped her punch. "He is going out of town or so he said."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Char said. "You don't believe him? Do you think he's ditching you?"
"No," Liz shook her head. "I think he's not coming because of William."
"Oh, you think so?" said Char.
"Yeah. He probably doesn't want William to cause a scene. God, I hate William!" Liz exclaimed.
"Liz...," Charlotte's voice cautioned her.
"What?" Liz said, and suddenly realized. She turned around to find William standing next to her. She turned red hoping he hadn't heard her. "Um...hi."
"Elizabeth...will you dance with me?" William said this in a serious tone while not removing his eyes from hers.
She was startled. "Um...well...that is to say...sure."
William did not smile or look happy. On the contrary, he looked as if it was a big punishment for him. He only said, "Okay," and walked off. Liz looked at Charlotte, who shrugged her shoulders.
"I can't believe I accepted him!" Liz moaned. "What will I do, Char?"
"It's gonna be fun," Char said confidently.
"No, it's not." Said Liz.
At that moment, the music commenced and William approached to claim Liz for the dance. Unfortunately for her, it was a slow song. She cursed her luck and prepared to have an awful time. They stood on the dance floor for a few moments, just looking at each other awkwardly. Liz spied Jane and Charles snuggling together in the corner. Then, William moved closer to her.
"Shall we?"
"Sure." Said Liz. She was nervous and she didn't know why.
She grasped William's hand and felt his grip on her waist. And the contact was electrifying. It startled Liz and she looked up in surprise. William's eyes were intense, but he didn't say anything. They began to sway slowly to the music.
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Liz was very tense and she knew that William probably felt that. She was not comfortable in his arms. She felt vulnerable and powerless as if he could do anything to her as long as he had her in his arms. She felt a strange sense of security, too, which was unexplainable. But she said nothing and they continued in awkward silence.
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smiling in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
Liz took in a sharp breath as she felt William pulling her closer to him. Maybe it was just her imagination. She felt strangely drawn to him and decided that the atmosphere was playing tricks on her mind. She needed her sanity and she had to say something.
"I believe we must have some conversation, Mr. Darcy," she started on a teasing note. "A very little will suffice."
"Do you talk as a rule while dancing?" William responded, raising his eyebrows.
"It would be awkward to be together for so long without saying a word," Liz replied, then smiled. "But sometimes, it is best to be silent."
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standing on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
William finally said, "Where is your date?"
Liz stiffened and said coldly. "He was called away on business."
"I bet."
Liz looked inquiringly at William and said, "Why should you doubt it?"
William did not reply, but instead he said. "George Wickham is blessed with such happy manners that he gains friends very easily, but there is a doubt as to his ability to keep those friendships."
"He was unfortunate enough to lose yours," commented Liz icily.
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
William looked into Liz's eyes but she looked away. She couldn't bear his scrutiny and finally said. "What?!"
"I would advise you not to judge me without knowing all the facts."
"I know all the facts," said Liz coldly.
"Are you sure?"
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories*
*I will remember you -- Sarah McLachlan
The song ended and they parted. William had fire in his eyes and he looked at Liz with such intensity that it scared her.
"Whatever he said, I am not that bad, Liz. Try to trust me." He looked at her with sincerity and walked away.
Liz stared after him. "How can I?"
Liz met Jane, who was having a grand time. She had danced with Charles the entire evening and was very happy. She, in fact, radiated happiness and smiled her infectious smile. Liz could not help smiling in spite of herself.
"Looks like some people are enjoying themselves," Liz grinned. "I take it it's going well with Charles?"
Jane smiled and nodded. "I'm so happy, Lizzy! Charles is so good to me."
"He has no choice," Liz replied. "You deserve nothing but the best."
"Oh Lizzy!" Jane blushed. "Oh, I saw you dancing with William. You two looked very cozy. How was that?"
Liz gritted her teeth. "It was awful. I don't know why William insisted on torturing us both. It was obvious that he took no pleasure in dancing with me. He didn't even say anything until I did. I can't understand him."
Jane looked at her sister, a little concerned. "Lizzy, I know what you think of William, but you might be wrong. George might be misleading you."
"No, Jane," said Liz with conviction. "Why would George possibly mislead me? No, he was telling the truth and William knows it."
Jane sighed. She gave up. There was no reasoning with Liz at this point. There was no opportunity to talk further, anyway, as a shrill, all-too-familiar voice was heard.
"Jane! Lizzy!! There you are, girls!" Mrs. Bennett exclaimed.
"Hello, mom," Liz greeted her.
"Jane you look marvelous as always!" Mrs. Bennett exclaimed. "And Lizzy...you look good too. Wonderful! Having a good time, girls?"
"Yes," Jane spoke for the both of them.
"Good!" Mrs. Bennett said. They were saved from the necessity of further conversation by the announcement that dinner was ready. Liz walked to the table by herself and found, much to her dismay, that she was seat between her mother and Mrs. Lucas and across the table from William! She was filled with dread and misery at the anticipation of what was to come.
Throughout the meal, whenever Liz found the courage to look up, she found William staring at her. It was most discomfiting. It was a very thoughtful, steady gaze as if William was trying to make up his mind. Liz could not figure him out. He didn't say a word to anyone, just stared at her.
Mrs. Bennett was another problem. All through dinner, the only thing she talked about was the prospect of Jane and Charles getting married. She talked in a whisper loud enough to be heard by those around them, particularly William. Liz could not help but blush as she saw that William heard every word.
"....and so I asked dear Jane how things were going and she said fine, but a mother knows these things. I know that things are great! And tonight Charles danced with no one else....just Jane. They are so much in love. Oh, it'll be such a comfort to have a daughter so well married. She can help out the other girls by introducing them to rich, single men. Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! This is so exciting."
No matter how much Liz tried to calm her mother, it did not work. Mrs. Bennett would go on and on and on. Liz blushed and looked at William, seeing the surprise and discomfort on his face. She cursed her misfortune in being seated thus and tried to eat her dinner, in vain.
The rest of the evening passed quickly away and before she knew it, Liz was on her way home, sitting next to William. They said nothing...indeed, there was so much to say, but they couldn't. Liz looked out of the window, determined not to venture a word. If William did not want to talk, she was the last person to force him.
When they reached Pemberley, they found the twins still up.
"How was it?!!" Crystal and Abby asked in unison.
"Fine." Came the response from William and Liz, who quickly went up and locked themselves in their rooms. Crystal and Abby looked at each other in surprise.
"What do you think happened?" asked Abby, mystified.
"Knowing my dad," said Crystal. "He might have unknowingly hurt or angered Liz. He does that a lot. And then, he becomes all quiet..."
"Yeah," said Abby. "And my mom can be so judgmental...she wouldn't even listen to William if he tried to explain. Oh god, this is hopeless! They'll never get together!"
"Never say never!" Grinned Crystal. "I talked to Aunt Catherine. She'll ask us to Rosings. It'll be fun...it'll work out. You'll see!"
Abby looked at her twin and giggled.
Liz met George for coffee, the next day, after work.
"I'm sorry, Liz," George gave her a bouquet of roses. "But my business, you see..."
"It was William, wasn't it?" Liz cut him off.
George started to say 'no', but then he nodded. "Yes. I hope you understand, but if I showed up at that party, William would surely destroy me...he'd get me fired and I can't risk that. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I understand," smiled Liz. "It wasn't your fault."
"You're the best, Liz," George kissed her. Liz felt herself get more and more angry at the thought that William had ruined a perfect night for her. She would have had fun with George had it not been for William. She hated him so much.
That night; at dinner
Liz quietly ate her dinner, not saying a word. William did the same. Crystal and Abby looked at each other, then Crystal said,
"Um...dad?"
"Huh?" William looked at her.
"Aunt Catherine called...," began Crystal. "She wants us to come to her place for Spring Break. Is that okay?"
William looked at her, then said. "Um...sure. You can go."
"No, but she wants you to come too, dad," Crystal said.
William raised his eyebrows. "Well...I guess I could go." He looked at Liz, who did not comment. "Sure...I can come."
"Mom, can I go, too?" Abby ventured.
"No, Abby," said Liz, with finality. "You're not invited."
"Oh, but she is!" said Crystal. "I told Aunt Catherine about her and she asked me to bring my twin along."
Liz looked at them and said, "But Abby...you don't know anyone there..."
"Oh, but I know Crystal and William," Abby said. "Please mom?" She pouted.
Liz sighed. "Okay...fine...just be a good girl..."
"But mom!" exclaimed Abby. "What will you do by yourself here? You should come too!"
"Me? No way!" exclaimed Liz. She glanced at William, who was studying his food. "I would not dream of imposing on someone like that."
"Liz...," William cleared his throat. "The girls are right. What will you do here? Come with us."
"But, I --- " Liz started to protest.
"Please...," said William, imploringly.
"Okay," Liz sighed. She did not like the look in his eyes.
Crystal and Abby looked at each other in glee. Score!
Just then, the phone rang. It was for Liz.
"Hello?" said Liz.
"Lizzy!" Jane's voice was hysterical. "Charles left me!"
Chapter Fourteen
"Calm down, Jane!" exclaimed Liz. "What happened?"
Jane said, "I don't know...everything was going great the other day. But I just got a call from Caroline...Charles left for San Francisco today...he didn't even tell me...and Caroline, she said...," At this point Jane started crying.
"What did she say, Janie?" coaxed Liz.
"Charles won't be coming back!!" cried Jane. "Apparently, he has some family business back in San Francisco and Caroline says he's been thinking of going back for sometime. Oh, Lizzy, what will I do?"
"Jane, why would you even believe what Caroline has to say?" exclaimed Liz. "All I can say is she's lying and don't listen to her."
"But she has no reason to lie, Lizzy," said Jane. "She knows how much I care about Charles. If I make him happy, why should she care? No, Lizzy, she must be telling the truth. There is no other possibility..."
"Yes, Jane, there is," said Liz, convincingly. "Caroline does not want her brother to get serious with you and fearing that he will, she is blowing this whole thing out of proportion and making you insecure. If Charles does not call and explain this whole thing to you within a week, I shall be very surprised."
"You think so?" a glimmer of hope crept into Jane's voice.
"I'm very sure about it," said Liz confidently.
"Okay, Lizzy...," sighed Jane. "Thanks for listening to me."
"Anytime, sis," smiled Liz over the phone. "Now, you go get some sleep. Everything will be just fine."
"Goodnight Lizzy!"
"Goodnight Jane. Sleep tight."
Liz hung up and for a moment, stood thoughtfully next to the table, thinking about what had happened. It was strange, the way Charles had left. She wasn't as sure what to make of it. She didn't, for one minute, give credit to what Caroline had to say. But she did feel that something fishy was going on. And she was certain that Caroline was involved, somehow or the other. But why?
Liz walked slowly back to the dinner table and sat down.
Abby asked, "What was that about, mom?"
"Your aunt Jane called," explained Liz. "Apparently, Charles has left for San Francisco. Do you know anything about it, William?"
William looked at Liz, guiltily, then said, "Um...he mentioned something about some business deal..."
"Hmmm...very strange," said Liz, thoughtfully, then thought no more of it.
William did not pursue the topic either. He wasn't sure how right he had been in interfering the way he had. But he had always felt obliged to look out for Charles as an older brother would do. And, this had seemed like the right thing to do. William glanced at Liz. She had not said that Jane was upset, so everything was fine...just fine.
"It's been 2 weeks, Lizzy, and I haven't heard a word from him."
Jane and Lizzy had met for lunch in Jane's favorite Italian Café in DC. Jane was dejected, hurt, confused and she blamed herself.
"Maybe he is busy with business," offered Liz. "He'll call." Liz said with a confidence she did not feel. If Charles was going to call, he would have done so before this.
"I talked to Caroline yesterday," continued Jane. "She said Charles called her. He didn't even ask about me. I have no illusions, Lizzy. He's not coming back...and he wants nothing to do with me."
Liz listened with compassion, not venturing anything since she didn't know how to cheer Jane up. Liz had also lost hopes of Charles calling, and was at a loss to understand why. It made no sense to her and she concluded that Charles was more fickle than she had imagined and she blamed him for every tear Jane shed.
Later that day, Liz was working in her room when the phone rang.
"Hello?" said Liz.
"I can't believe he left her!!!" bellowed Mrs. Bennett. "After all she did for him, too!"
"Mom...please...," sighed Liz. "This is hardly the time...,"
"Your sister's life is being ruined and you don't have time!!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennett. "What kind of sister are you?!"
"Mom, Jane can survive without him," said Liz, patiently. "It's his loss as far as I can see."
"But my poor baby...she really liked him!"
"That can't be helped, can it?" said Liz.
"But there must be some way..."
"What do you want me to do, mom?" said Liz, exasperated. "Go to San Francisco and beg Charles to come back to my sister??"
"No need to shout, Lizzy," said Mrs. Bennett reproachfully. "Just watch out for Jane."
"I will, mom, I will," sighed Liz and hung up. She was barely finished when Caroline walked into the room.
"Ever heard of knocking on the door?" asked Liz.
"Oh, darling!" exclaimed Caroline, ignoring Liz's remark. "I hope poor Jane is not too hurt. I'm appalled that Charles did not make it clear to her, but he has no intention towards her."
I bet. "Thanks for your concern, Caroline," said Liz, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think Jane will live."
Caroline glared at Liz. "That's good, darling, because I would be very upset if dear Jane was hurt by Charles. But you know what men are. He is so caught up in San Francisco, he really hasn't had time to call much. You know how it is!"
"Yes, I do," said Liz, tightly. I sure do...oh Charles, you are so heartless...I'll never forgive you for doing this to my sister.
2 weeks later
Spring Break has been and always will be, a time for reprieve, for relaxation, for laziness. It has to do with the bloom of spring and the promise of summer. The combination is delightful and the result, amazing. The weather at this time of year is generally favorable, pleasant and soothing. All in all, it is a great time for a brief vacation.
"William, are you sure you didn't take the wrong exit?" asked Liz, her head buried in a road map.
"Of course I'm sure. I've been here 20 times!" exclaimed William, frustrated.
"I think we're lost," declared Liz, with finality.
"We're not lost!" exclaimed William. Oh god, we're lost.
Crystal and Abby exchanged glances in the back seat. At least their parents were talking. For the last 3 hours, on their trip to Rosings, they had not spoken a word to each other. Liz resolutely stared out of her window, while William concentrated on the road ahead. Their faces were grim and they showed no sign of the jolly spring mood the rest of the world experienced.
"There's a rest stop coming up soon," said Liz. "Take that exit, so we can figure out where we are."
William did not argue, realizing the futility of keeping up the appearance that he knew where he was going. He sighed almost imperceptibly and took the exit.
"I thought you knew where you were going?" grinned Liz, returning to her usual teasing self.
William smiled slightly. "I did...but, you know..."
"Uh-huh," smiled Liz. "Sure."
Crystal giggled. "Yeah Liz. He always does that. Once we were going to a ski trip in Vermont and got lost on the way. We never actually made it there."
Liz grinned as William shot his daughter a warning look.
"But it's true!" protested Crystal, still giggling.
William made no answer, trying to maintain a modicum of dignity. He pulled into a gas station and stopped. Crystal and Abby got out to go to the restroom while Liz tried to read the map and figure out their location.
"I think..." said Liz, tracing the map with her fingers. "We missed the exit right there....yeah...see...Route 216...that would take us straight to Williamsburg."
"Let me see that," said William, pouring at the map. He examined the area Liz was pointing at. As he traced the route down south, William's hands touched Liz's. He stiffened as Liz withdrew her hand quickly. He glanced at her, but she looked fixedly at the map.
"Um...I think I'll go...stretch out a bit, get some coffee. You want some?" asked Liz, getting out of the car.
"No, thanks. I'm fine," assured William.
William touched the part of his hand that had brushed with hers. Her hand had been so soft, so small, so smooth. William watched as Liz stretched and smiled. The sun was shining bright and Liz looked positively radiant. Her hair had been brushed back with a simple scrunchy. A few tendrils were loose over her neck. She flexed her muscles, then glanced over at the convenience store. After a few moments in the sun, she finally went to get coffee.
William sat there, staring into the vacant space. Then, deciding to fill up the tank, he pulled up next to the gas pump. When he was done, he went to pay the owner at the counter.
"That will be $4.50, please," said the jovial old man, inspecting William.
"Here you go," William gave him the money, turning away.
"Quite a family you have there, son," said the man. "I was watching you. You're very lucky. Such adorable twins and that beautiful wife of yours. You're very lucky."
William started to explain, then stopped, and smiled. "Yes, I know. I'm very lucky."
"Oh, your wife is back. I'll let you go. Take care."
"You too," William smiled, then walked slowly to the car. Sure enough, Liz was sitting there with coffee in hand. Crystal and Abby had returned, as well.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" asked Liz, sipping coffee. "It's very good."
"Nah," said William. Then, glancing back. "Ready to go, girls?"
"Yeah, sure thing!" exclaimed Crystal. "As long as you know where we're going."
"I do," smiled Liz mischievously. "And I'll make sure we don't get lost again."
William said nothing. As he rolled out of the gas station, he waved at the man behind the counter, whose words were still ringing in his ears: You're very lucky, son!
"Yes, I am," he murmured.
"What? Did you say something?" asked Liz.
"No, nothing," said William. He glanced at her and sighed.
1 hour 45 minutes later
"We're here. Wake up, Abby! Crystal!!" exclaimed Liz. "Wow, this place is huge!"
Rosings Park was a mansion, built in the colonial style, generally considered one of the important historic buildings of Williamsburg. It dated back to 1765 and had been used extensively during the revolution. The De Bourghs had been a titled family and continued to use their title, although it was obsolete. The house was grand and well maintained, while the grounds surrounding it were impressive and manicured. Every aspect of Rosings Park spoke of opulence and affluence.
"Wow...does someone actually live here?" asked Abby in wonder.
"Yeah...it is a little big, but you know...it's great to play hide-n-seek and stuff," offered Crystal.
"I bet!" exclaimed Abby.
William parked the car right in front of the house and got out. He held the door for Liz, who muttered, "Thank you." She glanced at William. "Well, here we are...I hope your aunt won't mind us all coming here like this?"
"Not at all," said William confidently. Seeing that Liz was a little nervous, he added. "She'll love you!" He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and Liz looked at him briefly. Then, she removed her hand from her grasp and said coldly,
"How kind of her!" and Liz walked off.
William stared after her wondering what that was all about. Then, shrugging, he followed her inside with the girls.
Chapter Fifteen
"William! Is that you?" an imperial voice came from inside and a regal looking woman appeared.
"Aunt Catherine," greeted William.
"And Crystal dear!" Lady Catherine hugged her.
"Um...actually it's Abby," said Abby, smiling.
"Oh?" said Lady Catherine.
"Aunt Catherine!" peered Crystal from behind her. "I see you met my twin."
"Yes," said Lady Catherine. Then, she looked expectantly at Liz.
William cleared his throat. "Aunt Catherine, I'd like you to meet Abby's mother, Elizabeth Bennett...Liz, Lady Catherine De Bourgh."
"Pleased to meet you," smiled Liz, while Lady Catherine nodded.
"Well, come inside, then," said Lady Catherine. "We'll have an early dinner..."
The rest of the party followed her inside.
At dinner
"So you've never been married?" asked Lady Catherine.
"No, Lady Catherine," said Liz, half smiling. "Never."
"Not even once?" asked Lady Catherine incredulously.
"Not even once," smiled Liz, glancing at an uncomfortable William. "Much to my mother's dismay!"
Lady Catherine studied her closely. "I should imagine so."
Liz smiled to herself in amusement. She had watched her hostess very closely and came to the conclusion that she was a very proud, domineering woman, used to having her own way. On the contrary, her daughter Anne, who loved with her, was meek and weak-minded. They made quite a pair, actually.
"William!" Lady Catherine addressed him. "I got a call from Richard today. He said he might be coming for a couple of days."
"Oh, really? He didn't mention that to us," said Liz.
"You know him?" said Lady Catherine, a little hostile.
"Yeah, we work together in the same office," said Liz. William corroborated it with a nod.
"I see," said Lady Catherine. "I understand you are related to our minister here...Billy Collins...?"
Liz cringed. "Um...yes...he's a distant cousin." She stressed on the word 'distant.'
"Well, I'm afraid he's on vacation, so you won't get to see him."
Thank god for small mercies!! "Oh." Said Liz, managing to keep her face straight.
"So, William..." Lady Catherine began. "How is Gina doing?"
"Great..." said William. "She graduates from college this year. She's doing fine."
"Good. Excellent." Said Lady Catherine, imperiously.
The meal proceeded in silence.
Rosings Park, as the guests discovered, had a lot to offer to suit different tastes. There was horse riding, swimming, tennis, and various other outdoor activities. The extensive grounds and woods around were excellent for walking and hiking. Crystal and Abby were busy exploring the house and going horse riding. But Liz had always been a walker, so she took it upon her to explore the woods and grounds of Rosings.
One afternoon, about 4 days after their arrival, Liz went out for her usual stroll in her favorite wooded groove. She was surprised when rapid footsteps followed her and she was soon overtaken by William.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked politely.
Yeah! Very much... "No," said Liz, aloud.
He smiled slightly and walked besides her, not uttering a word. Liz had, in fact, been puzzled by his manner the last few days. He had been polite and attentive at times, but distant at other times. Sometimes, he would be charming and Liz would find herself enjoying his company. Then, she would berate herself by thinking of poor George and remind herself how awful William really was.
"Huh?" Liz said. "Sorry, I wasn't listening."
"I asked how you liked Rosings..."
"It's very nice," said Liz.
"Nice?" William raised his eyebrows.
Liz laughed. "Well, that might be understating it a bit. The house is nice, but these woods are very charming. I've grown quite fond of them."
"Yes, I used to play here as a boy," said William.
They fell silent again and Liz wondered why he was putting them both through this ordeal by choice. It was obvious he didn't want to be here, with her. Then, why bother? It was some kind of twisted sense of responsibility, she decided after much thought.
"The girls are sure having a grand time," began William.
"Yeah, they're enjoying themselves," agreed Liz.
"At that age, it's so easy to relax and have fun," observed William.
"It's a pity, then, that we have to grow up!" said Liz, glancing at William.
"Yes," smiled William. "A great pity."
He looked at Liz with great intensity. Liz caught his eyes and blushed slightly, confused by his expression. William realized that he was staring and looked away. Liz was mystified. Really, all of William's sudden mood changes were beginning to annoy her. What could possibly be wrong?
Suddenly, William said. "Do you ever find yourself wondering whether you made the right decisions...?"
"All the time," sighed Liz. Especially, my decision to move in with you!
"When I first adopted Crystal, I, ah...well, suffice it to say that I was emotionally disturbed. For the first few years I didn't think of anyone but her. But she's growing up so fast and I wonder if...well, I wonder if she needs a mother."
Liz was surprised, to say the least, by William's sudden frankness.
"All girls need a mother," said Liz slowly. "But I must say you did a fine job with Crystal."
"Thank you," William was touched. "I should certainly hope so. But I can never be a mother to her."
"If you feel so strongly about that," said Liz. "Then maybe you should marry and get her a mother..."
William looked at her and said, smiling. "Believe me, I've been thinking about that. And if it were that easy, I would've done it."
"Don't tell me a guy like you has trouble finding dates!" exclaimed Liz, incredulously.
William looked flustered. "No...well, not exactly. I just haven't found anyone who would take me for who I am and not because of what I am." Until now...
Liz bit her lip nervously. She had never had any conversation so personal with William before. He seemed almost human...and he was looking at her again with the same thoughtfulness she had found the past few days. It almost seemed like he was struggling to make up his mind on something.
They were almost at the house. Liz said, "I hope you find her." And, then she walked inside with quick steps.
"I already have..." whispered William softly, following her with a smile.
"Rich!!!!" exclaimed Liz, the next morning, when they were all assembled for breakfast.
Liz got up and kissed Rich on the cheek.
"Hello gorgeous!" Rich grinned. "I would've come sooner but you know me...always working!"
William snorted. "That'll be the day!"
Rich eyed William, then said, "Hi Aunt Catherine. How are you?"
"You should have told me you were coming today Richard," declared Lady Catherine.
"Well, that would have spoiled my surprise!" smiled Rich. "Mmmm...bacon." He sat down next to Abby, and helped himself. "I'm just here for the day, you know. I have a meeting tomorrow morning. Not all of us can time off in a whim!" he said the last part with a glance at Liz and William.
Liz simply shrugged and smiled. She was glad Rich was here. He always cheered her up. Rich was one of those people who lightened up the mood and got the party going. He was funny, spontaneous and a whole bunch of fun. No wonder everyone loved Rich!
That afternoon
Liz and Rich were taking a stroll together, quietly enjoying each other's company.
"Do you have to leave today?" asked Liz, dolefully.
"Yeah," sighed Rich. "But hey, you guys have fun here. It's a beautiful place."
"It'd be a lot better if you were here. I get bored sometimes," admitted Liz.
"What? William doesn't take care of you?" exclaimed Rich with mock surprise.
"Really, Rich! You know how it is with us. We can hardly stand each other!" laughed Liz.
"I find that hard to believe," said Rich.
"And why is that?" demanded Liz. "I've always believed in first impressions and his good opinion once lost is lost forever!"
Rich just shook his head, laughed and dropped the subject.
"Caroline was talking to me yesterday. Seems her brother called," said Rich.
Liz stopped. "He...did?"
"Yeah, poor Charlie...always in some kinda girl trouble," continued Rich. "He was like that since the first time I met him. But I believe William takes care of him!"
"He does, does he?" muttered Liz.
"Yeah...I dunno what it was this time," said Rich. "Charlie got involved with the wrong girl again, it seems. So, William convinced him to break it up. He's off in San Francisco to cool off. Poor guy!"
"And what was wrong with the girl?" asked Liz, feeling her muscles tighten.
"I'm not sure...really, the usual money grabbing type, I should imagine," laughed Rich. Then, he looked at her. "Why, Liz, what's wrong?"
"I don't see what right William has to decide what to do with Charles' life!" thundered Liz. "Who made him god??"
"You think he was wrong to do that?" ventured Rich, a little surprised.
Liz composed herself. "Well...till we know all the facts, it would be hard to pass any judgement." Liz paused. "I have a headache...I'm sorry, I think I walked too much."
"Then, let's go back," Rich offered her his arm, gallantly, which she took. On the way back, he prattled on, but Liz's mind was whirling with what she'd learnt.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" asked Abby worried. "I'll stay up here with you."
"No, I'm fine, honey," assured Liz. "It's just a little headache. You go and have dinner. I'll be okay."
"Okay, if you say so." Abby kissed her mom and left the room.
Liz sat down on the bed and stared out of the window. Rich had left an hour ago and Liz still couldn't come in terms with what she'd heard. It was too terrible. William broke up Jane and Charles. He caused all of Jane's anguish and sorrow. He was responsible for Jane's low morale. And she'd been blaming Caroline all this time. But Charles...what a wimp! Why couldn't he stand up for himself? Liz was sick, disgusted. No, Jane was better off without him, most definitely. But oh, she wasn't. She was miserable. And Liz felt herself get angrier by the second.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," said Liz. Who could it be?
William entered. "How are you feeling?"
Lousy! "Okay," said Liz, glaring at him. Go away. I hate you!!
William looked at her with concern. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"
"No, thanks," said Liz tightly, looking away, expecting William to leave, but he didn't. Instead he closed the door behind him and paced the room for a few moments. Then, he looked at Liz again and sat down on the chair. Restless, he got up again and walked around some more.
Liz raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
Finally, William approached the bed and stared. "This is probably the worst time and place, but I can't hold back any longer. My struggles are useless. There is something I have to tell you..."