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Chapter 1

The barouche waiting outside signaled the recent arrival of Lady Catherine DeBourg. The handsome and wealthy Viscount Fitzwilliam Darcy braced himself for the storm that was to come. His aunt Catherine never visited unless she had something to scold him for. He expected this was her monthly 'time to get marry Anne visit.'

"I'll be d--d if I marry her." he muttered. "Well, James where is she?"

"The yellow saloon sir."

"Very good."

Opening the door he noticed quickly that she was alone. He was relieved to see Anne had been spared this humiliation. And he could speak more freely if he needn't worry about sparing Anne's feelings. It never did to speak gently to Lady Catherine, she was extremely obtuse and determined. She also clashed with the sofa. James must have objected to her ladyship's manner.

"Fitzwilliam. It is good to see you. You were missed the other evening at Lady Merrilville's party. Anne was quite looking forward to seeing you."

Darcy bowed over her hand and eyed her quizzically. "Really, I would have thought Anne more interested in the Duke of Eddington."

"Pish posh. He might be a Duke but has quite ruined himself and he is much too old." she sniffed disdainfully. "You on the other hand have been running around keeping company with all sorts of gutter trash."

"Catherine." The low tone of his voice warned that she should not press that point further. Darcy was not known for a quick temper, but he was implacable. If Lady Catherine pushed too far, the results could be disastrous to her plans. She instead changed tactics.

Her ladyship glared contemptuously at her nephew. "Really Darcy its high time you settled down, married and produced an heir.

At eight and twenty Fitzwilliam Darcy was hardly ancient and not nearly ready to forego the pleasurable company of other young women for the sake of a wife, especially the pretty society misses who flirted so enchantingly with him. Say what you will, but the young man thoroughly enjoyed avoiding the machinations and plots of silly girls and their mamas. It was great sport to flirt and be flirted with all the while plotting to evade 'capture.' He flirted, cajoled, teased, and even stole many kisses, but never lost his head or his heart. And marriage was out of the question until he did.

There was hardly a young girl who did not dream of the day Darcy asked for a dance and they all hoped to begin a flirtation. They were all convinced that he needed only to be sufficiently exposed to their particular charms and he was certain to fall hopelessly in love. Generally they lasted one dance, a few were also allowed as a supper companion, never more.

Darcy chuckled. No there would be no marriage for him. The past seven years in society had firmly established in his mind that God was unable to combine the wit, beauty, grace, charm, and intelligence Darcy desired into one woman.

"I have no intention of marrying, save for the deepest love. And that I am convinced does not exist for me." Darcy told Lady Catherine.

"Just a minute nephew. I will not be gainsaid in this. Love is immaterial. If you will not fall in love then at least consider your duty, your obligations, and marry for practical concerns. Love has little to do with running a household or producing an heir. Marry Anne." Lady Catherine waved her walking stick imperiously at Darcy.

"SO now we get to the heart of the matter, eh Catherine? Trying to foist that spoiled sickly daughter of your onto me. God Forbid I should saddle myself with her and you." Darcy rose from the sofa. "It was good of you to be concerned and take the time to call. But I'm afraid you are wasting your breath and my time."

"Insolent wretched boy. Your dear sainted mother must be turning in her grave to hear you talk such nonsense to me."

"I sincerely doubt the claims of that statement, however if my mother should find herself uncomfortable in her tossing and turning, I shall certainly exhume her and straighten her out." Darcy said lazily.

Lady Catherine was dangerously close to an apoplectic fit when Darcy wisely pulled the bell for the footman to escort her to her carriage.

Safely ensconced inside his study, Darcy tried to attend to his correspondence. The visit from Lady Catherine had thrown him into a distraction and the letters scanned were unread and unattended to. He poured himself a brandy and was staring moodily out of the window when his secretary brought in to post.

"Just set it on my desk Jeffrey. I'll tend to it later."

"Very good sir." Jeffrey Carson had been Mr. Darcy's secretary for little more than three years. Yet being considerably older he held almost a familial affection for him. Thus he felt it was not out of line to question Darcy's current state of mind.

"Bit early isn't it my lord?"

"For brandy or Lady Catherine?"

"I would say both sir."

Darcy chuckled. "You would be right Carson. Have the carriage brought round in an hour. I shall be at my club the rest of the day."

For the next three-quarters of an hour Darcy attended to his correspondence and mused about ever falling in love. Finally determining that falling in love was a fool's errand and decidedly more romantic than he ever wished to admit to, Darcy occupied the final quarter of an hour perfecting his cravat and brushing off his jacket.

Perhaps, he thought, it was time to return to Pemberley.

Exactly one week after such a thought entered his head, Darcy's carriage rolled up to Pemberley.

His return, though unexpected, was embraced warmly be Mrs. Reynolds the housekeeper.

"Tis good to have you home sir."

"Thank you Mrs. Reynolds. Tell me, how has he been?"

"Very well sir. Good spirits all around. Though I expect you already know the reason for that." Darcy didn't know but he was left with no time ask as Mrs. Reynolds was summoned away.

Darcy found his father comfortably wrapped up in the music room.

"Father?" George Darcy looked up with surprise writ across his wizened countenance. It was known that the Marquis of Beresford doted upon his children. When their mother died some years previous, the Marquis rather than pushing away his children as sad reminders of her, he devoted himself to their welfare, vowing to preserve her through them. Fitzwilliam looked over his father fondly, pleased to see that he looked in good spirits and health. No one seeing his lordship like this would ever suspect that the lap blanket concealed a pair of useless limbs.

"Fitzwilliam! My boy I had no idea you were coming. What brings you out here in the middle of the season?"

"I was bored."

"Bored?! Already?" his father laughed. "Well whatever has come over you? Sick or scorned in love?"

"Neither sir. Just not up to the challenge of dodging caps and handkerchiefs." Fitzwilliam noticed the footman nearby. "He's new. What happened to John?"

"Would you believe that fool had the audacity to make eyes at my daughter?!?" the Marquis roared. "And under my very nose! As if it were my eyes and not me legs that failed me."

"Did you call him out sir?" he teased.

"Haha! Would have like to...no just sent him to Scotland. To the hunting lodge. He's the caretaker now." Fitzwilliam laughed heartily knowing the poor footman was now deeply regretting ever looking at Georgiana. The hunting lodge was little more than a one room cabin and the poor sap was now knee deep in snow having to chop his own wood and forage for food. "This is Edward. Much nicer fellow, not as moody, and already married to one of the maids." Edward bowed in acknowledgment.

"Where is Georgiana sir?"

"Eh? Oh she should be here soon. She and her friend have promised me a duet." The Marquis looked very please, as if expecting a rare treat.

"Which friend would that be?"

"Oh now don't take that fearful tone. Miss Elizabeth Bennet isn't like those silly misses you're used to. Met 'er at Rosings this summer. She was visiting a friend married to the parson. Georgiana liked her immediately and the two were thick as thieves for two weeks. I liked her myself." His lordship laughed. "Made Catherine madder'n anything too. Miss Bennet's only the daughter of a country gentleman and not much fortune. But the girl's got a good head on her shoulders and she's lively. Not hard on the eyes either."

Further commentary was unnecessary since at that moment the lady in question entered the music room following behind Georgiana. Georgiana Darcy at seventeen was already a beautiful and delicate creature. Her large eyes and delicate mouth were certain to attract many admirers upon her come out, not that there hadn't been a few local youths who professed undying admiration for the little beauty. She had a naturally sweet disposition, and a touch of shyness, which reminded Elizabeth of her beloved sister Jane.

Upon seeing her beloved brother standing there, Georgiana neglected all decorum and launched herself joyfully into his arms. After several minutes of hugs, kisses, squeals, and questions she recollected herself enough to present her friend who had taken a moment to inquire how the Marquis did.

"Fitzwilliam you must meet my friend." Georgiana drew his attention to the other young lady. "May I present Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Elizabeth this is my dear brother Viscount Fitzwilliam Darcy."

Elizabeth gave a graceful curtsey and Fitzwilliam bowed over her hand while murmuring an appropriate nicety. He was unimpressed by his sister's friend, not seeing what his father had found to praise so enthusiastically and noting only that she had polite manners and a pleasant countenance. He was therefore not offended when she returned to her conversation with his father and left him to tell Georgiana all the London gossip.

"Tell me Elizabeth, what do you think of my son?" Beresford asked.

She grinned mischievously and leaned in closely, "I believe he's handsome enough to make any marriage minded female a decent husband. Tell me what his prospects are and I will marry him off to one of my sisters. It should keep mama busy enough for a few months." The Marquis roared with laughter. "Anything for a bit of peace my lord," she added.

"So we sacrifice my son on the altar for your peace of mind eh?"

"If he would be so obliging," she teased.

"What's this then, you two have been settling that I should marry? Fie! I came home to escape that nonsense. I will not oblige you or any other addlepated female silly enough to set their cap for me," Fitzwilliam sulked.

Georgiana stared wide-eyed at his outburst. She had never heard him be so arrogant or rude. And to Elizabeth of all people! Why couldn't he tell off that harpy Miss Bingley who he was always squiring around, but sweet, funny Elizabeth?!

"Well sir it is good to know then. I thank you for informing me, but since I will not set my cap for anyone and I have a good deal too much sense to be call addlepated, you needn't fear being obligated to me." She spoke calmly and clearly but there was a fire in her eyes that made them dance. Fitzwilliam glared back at her.

"Lighten up boy." his father ordered. "A bit of teasing won't kill you."

But he continued to glare unhappily until Elizabeth drew Georgiana off the pianoforte and allowed him to make his escape. There he repaired his mood enough to be pleasant company at supper, though Elizabeth was careful not to be drawn in to teasing him by the Marquis.

After supper the gentlemen sat quietly in the library with their brandy.

The Marquis finally broached the subject with all of his usual bluntness, "Are you planning on explaining to me why you felt it necessary to be rude this afternoon?"

"Was I rude father?"

"Yes, you barely said two words to our guest and those were rather harsh."

"She didn't seem offended," he countered.

"You lunkhead, it doesn't matter if she seems offended. Egads how did you get to be so old without learning that women don't like to be ignored or spouted off at?" he demanded.

Fitzwilliam looked thoughtful, "Father you've seen how women throw themselves at me. I haven't met a woman yet, other than Georgiana who cares what I say as long as I dance with her more than once. And here you and Miss Bennet are plotting to marry me off to the highest bidder!" He fumed for a bit and neither man wisely said anything. Finally Fitzwilliam broke the silence, "I'll apologize to her tomorrow."

"Good boy. I knew you'd make things right. And just so you understand, We weren't auctioning you off, she was just relieving a bit of spleen. She's got 4 sisters and a match-making mother that could put you're aunt Catherine to shame."

"Speaking of Aunt Catherine, she visited me in London."

"Aha! I thought there was a reason for your defection from the London scene."

"She tells me I should marry Anne." said Fitzwilliam. There was enough resignation in his voice that his father worried.

"Good Lord Boy! If you even think of marrying that sickly thing I'll disinherit you!" he roared, quite seriously repulsed at the thought of Catherine having access to Pemberley.

"Never fear Father. I told her I would only marry for love. And that I doubted that love existed for me." He said becoming entranced by the fire's reflection in his brandy. Finishing the last he set the glass down and bid his father good night.

Chapter 2

Posted on: Saturday, 26 August 2000

A week after the viscount's arrival Georgiana crept into Elizabeth's room one night. "Lizzy?" she whispered. "Lizzy can we talk?"

"Georgie?" Elizabeth sat up, bleary-eyed, privately wishing Georgiana could find some time other than 2 am to disclose her musings.

Georgiana, ignorant of her friend's wish sat upon her bed and tucked the covers about her feet. "Lizzy, I just love having you here. It's like having a real sister. I wish you could stay longer. Do you think you might arrange to stay for another week? Please.... Wouldn't it be wonderful. *sigh* What do you think of my brother?"

Elizabeth yawned, "Georgie..... couldn't we talk about this in the morning?"

"Don't you like my brother? Why not? Everyone likes him, especially the girls." she tittered. "I know half of those who call themselves my friends are due to my brother, for I swear I never see them unless he's around also. Do you think he's handsome? I do of course. And I know at least three of the maids positively swoon whenever he smiles at them. Most of my friends are in love with him... so they say. But you know I don't think he's ever given any of them a second look. OH! Wouldn't it be famous if my brother fell in love with YOU Lizzy?!"

"Georgiana.... I don't want to fall in love with your brother," she yawned.

"Oh but why ever not? You can already see that he's handsome. And he's a viscount and you'd be a viscountess.... And you know he'll be a Marquis some day. LIZZY! YOU could be a ... a MARCHIONESS! OH you would LOVE being one. My mother was one you know, and SHE owned the town. Or so Papa says. Wouldn't you love to be that popular?" Georgiana looked at Elizabeth expectantly and then shook her fiercely. "LIZZY WAKE UP! I WANT TO TALK!!"

Elizabeth sat up scowling. She was not an amiably person when woken up simply to chat and her sisters all knew to wait until morning if they needed to talk, lest they receive a pillow to the head.

"I don't want to be a viscountess or a marchioness and I certainly do NOT want to marry your brother." Elizabeth flung herself back onto her pillows in exasperation. "Georgiana, he thinks I'm addlepated! Why on earth would I want a husband who thinks I'm stupid... It would make for a very uncomfortable marriage you know."

"Oh, how can you say that? I'm certain he was just ... well he didn't MEAN it. And besides... he's the best brother!" Georgiana protested with true sisterly affection.

"I'm not at all questioning his abilities as a brother. Not having one, I am unable to judge whether or not yours is remarkable. But as a gentleman I can firmly state that he lacks manners and is excessively arrogant. That others like him I cannot fault, for there is no accounting for taste."

"But Lizzy! It would be so wonderful, for you see he has never fallen in love with ANY of those others. And I would love to have you as my real sister. I'm sure Papa would approve, for you know he likes you best, above all my other friends, even those with titles and fortunes. I do wish you might at least consider that perhaps you might develop some affection for him, maybe hidden deep within your heart?"

"Georgiana I am well aware of my own heart. I assure you I harbour no warm feelings for your brother, nor do I plan to. I cherish no special fondness for any man of my acquaintance." Georgiana pouted and glared at this sign of disloyalty from her dear friend. Elizabeth looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before admitting, "Well, all right. I confess......"

Georgiana sat up looking hopeful.

"I confess I am very fond of..." Elizabeth smiled softly.

Georgiana held her breath....

"My father."

"ELIZABETH!!! HOW COULD YOU.... TEASE me like that. Ooohhhh!"

WHAP!! Georgiana was hit by a flying pillow. "That will teach you NOT to try to create an attachment between me and that irritating rake you claim as a brother!"

Georgiana was in a fit of giggles and unable to protest the storm of pillows Elizabeth lobbed at her. "Lizzy! Please!!!" Regaining their composure Georgiana exclaimed indignantly, "He is NOT a rake... he is just very charming."

Elizabeth made no comment at this news and Georgie continued to prattle, "And truly Lizzy, I only thought it would be nice to have you as a real sister... I was NOT matchmaking.. Truly!"

So she lied a little. They would forgive her after they were happily married. "It was just a sudden whim. Pray disregard it entirely."

"I shall, now back to bed with you." Elizabeth opened the door and motioned for Georgia to leave.

"As I think about it now, you wouldn't really suit Fitzwilliam at all. He likes ladies who are more..... elegant." Georgiana grinned and scooted down the hall as Elizabeth launched a final pillow at her.

At this moment if you are a believer in fate, you would realize that the chances of Darcy rounding the corner in time to be hit with a haphazardly flying pillow are so small that, for this to happen, some greater power must have the event well in hand. This was Georgiana's belief as the pillow hit her brother squarely in the face just as he rounded the corner. Both giggling girls quickly shut their doors and scrambled into bed before the viscount could recover his senses and launch a counter attack.

That night Georgiana dreamt of weddings and brides, and Darcy dreamt of a mysterious lady who made him laugh. Elizabeth sat fuming that she could not get back to sleep.

The ladies were seated at breakfast the next morning when the viscount made an early appearance. He had dressed with his usual care and precision, though today he wore the clothes of a country squire, and not his usual town apparel. Still he wore these simple clothes with an ease and elegance that no mere squire ever achieved. His appearance surprised Miss Elizabeth, who gaped openly and somewhat rudely at Darcy.

"Good morning." The viscount kissed his sister and greeted Elizabeth as he helped himself to breakfast.

"Good morning Fitzwilliam. Did you sleep well?" Georgiana asked sweetly.

"I did. And were you able to ahem, avoid any further flying objects last night?"

Georgiana smiled sweetly, "I don't know what you mean Sir. Proper ladies DO NOT engage in such frivolous activity."

The viscount raised an eyebrow and cooly regarded his sister, "Indeed, no lady of my acquaintance has ever accosted me with a pillow in the middle of the night."

Elizabeth seemed on the verge of a sarcastic retort, but the viscount continued, "Indeed Goergie I think it most ill mannered of you to hold such a rout and not invite your own dear brother. I was deeply wounded." he sniffed affectedly.

Elizabeth choked on her laughter and quickly chose to stare at her plate rather than the viscount. Pushing the food around and inspecting it carefully allowed her mind to drift. She was beginning to think perhaps she misjudged this odious, arrogant man. She allowed him to be elegant and not ill-favoured, may be even handsome. Well, handsome and teasing aside, he still has horrid manners she reminded herself.

Georgiana noticed her friend's occupation with her food and thus asked, "Lizzy you look flushed. Aren't you feeling well?"

The slight blush to her cheeks increased as Elizabeth realized she had been daydreaming about the Viscount and not attending to the conversation. "I... I am well, thank you," she stammered.

The viscount inquired, after a brief exchange of pleasantries regarding everyone's health and the weather, "What do you lovely ladies intend to do this morning?"

"We are to visit Mrs. Nelson's new baby." Georgiana answered brightly.

Darcy merely raised an eyebrow at his sister's enthusiasm for a new baby, "Ah yes, the one topic which will turn any level headed young woman into a babbling idiot."

"And what is it that any man when confronted with such sensibility, must in turn deride what is a very normal and proper feeling?" exclaimed Elizabeth.

"It is normal and proper to reduce the King's English to babbling incoherency? I think not." he said loftily.

"And I think that perhaps you have spent so much time reducing all sentiment to a mere flirtation that you are now are simply devoid of proper feeling." retorted Elizabeth.

Darcy and Elizabeth glared at one another for a moment until he began to laugh. "Well done Miss Bennet. You've bested me in an argument. Quite a triumph. There are not many who can make such a claim."

Elizabeth shot him a withering glare as Georgiana thankfully intervened, "Fitzwilliam you look as if you are in the fields today."

Her brother smiled reassuringly at her, "I am. Father asked me a while back to check on some drainage problems."

This information clearly startled Elizabeth who began to push her food around again. He works?! In the field? Well, I never would have known it from looking at him. There is certainly no easy way to discern this man's character. He grows more complex hourly....

They were all spared the need to for further conversation by the entrance of the Marquis. "Well good morning my fine family." Darcy leapt to his feet and held out his father's chair.

"Good morning Papa." Georgiana said as Darcy directed John to set his father down. Once in his chair the Marquis reached out and affectionately squeezed Georgiana and Elizabeth's hands and indicated to John what to serve him

"Papa, Elizabeth is to leave at the end of the week. Do make her stay another week Papa or I declare I shall be the most wretched creature in Derbyshire and I will surely die. A fine thing to happen even before my come-out." Georgiana's ploy for sympathy aroused none in any member present, save perhaps Cooper, the footman, but it must be remembered that he was new and unused to her ladyship's dramatics. The rest of the family, and Elizabeth, regarded her pronouncement with tolerable amusement. Georgiana would have indeed been surprised if any of them had petted or soothed her.

"My dear, you will wrinkle you beautiful face pouting like that." Georgie attempted to stop scowling, an easy task since she hated to scowl anyway. "

Darcy quickly broached the table with a new topic. "Sir I'm surprised to see you down here. I was under the impression you breakfasted in your room."

"Well, I did. But I found that in doing that I was deprived of some very pleasant company. The reward is well worth the inconvenience." The Marquis chuckled.

"Indeed? This is an improvement then." Darcy glanced from his sister to their guest, realizing that the Marquis was showing a decided softness towards Miss Bennet. Strange thought began to form in Darcy's mind, but they were dismissed before reaching fruition.

Georgiana and Elizabeth had just set out on their way when Darcy rode up behind them. "What's this?"

"I told you we are going to visit Mrs. Nelson and the new baby." Georgiana spoke as if to a child, and a slow- witted one at that.

"Georgiana, do not speak as if I were a halfwit or I shall begin to regret ever returning your favorite doll after rescuing it from George." as the lady began to protest he silenced her, "Now don't get your hackles up. In truth I am merely surprised to see you walking."

"And why should that surprise you sir?" Elizabeth asked.

"Because my sister is many things, but a great walker is not on her list of accomplishments. And I never thought that she ranked it very high either. This must be your doing Miss Bennet."

"And if it is?" she challenged. "For I can see nothing wrong with a good walk. Unless..." she looked him over, "Unless the company is unpleasant."

He grinned impertinently at her rancor. "Well madam, perhaps I ought to escort you the rest of the way then. Or would you rather I set you upon my horse and rode with you?"

The thought was not entirely unpleasant, ill-mannered and shocking but not unpleasant to Elizabeth. This realization served only to increased her fury.

"Why... I... you..." she stamped her foot in frustration.

"Fitzwilliam! Why must you always be discomfiting my friends?!" Georgiana asked indignantly. "My friends are not here for your flirtations."

There was silence. Darcy raised an eyebrow at Georgiana, silently questioning her pronouncement.

Georgiana began to giggle, "Well okay, most of them DO come visit here largely to see you. But not Elizabeth!! Now go away!"

"At your service my lady." He tipped his hat and rode off.

"Is he always like that?" Elizabeth asked after a while.

"Who? Fitzwilliam? No, not really. He's impertinent certainly. But I think he's also very kind and works much harder than many of his rank and fortune whom I have had the misfortune to know."

"I see." said Elizabeth. Georgiana continued:

"In truth, I do not see what other ladies see in him. Perhaps that is because he is my brother. He IS handsome, and I would guess he is charming. But I doubt others see how really kind and funny he can be..."

They walked in silence each to their own thoughts of the viscount

Upon reaching the Nelson's house some 45 minutes later they had sufficiently recovered from their daydreams that it was not hardship to admire a soft new baby. Mrs. Nelson had two other very young children and it was Georgiana who delighted in telling them stories while holding the new baby. Elizabeth, it was discovered, was quite capable in attending to many minor housekeeping details and thus between the two ladies they contrived to allow an exhausted Mrs. Nelson an hours repose, though she protested that Lady Georgiana and her friend needn't worry about her.

Georgiana and Elizabeth were able to enjoy a very pleasant visit with the children before heading home, feeling that they had been quite useful. It was unfortunate that on that day the ladies had chosen to walk rather than take a carriage, as a sudden storm blew up drenching them just ten minutes from home.

The ladies scurried into the hall, only to be met by the viscount and three other people wholly unknown to Elizabeth, although Georgiana seemed delighted to greet them as old friends. Mrs. Reynolds, having been summoned the moment Georgiana and Elizabeth entered the house, now arrived on the scene and insisted that proper introductions could wait until everyone was dry. Thus, upon receiving her dripping charges, she ushered them both upstairs and into hot baths before any chill could settle in.

Freshly dressed Georgiana left a message with Elizabeth to join her as soon as she was able, and then hurried to the blue saloon to greet the visitors.

"Mr. Bingley!" she cried, bursting into the room.

"My dear Lady Georgiana. I am delighted to see you." Mr. Charles Bingley was Lord Darcy's was an old friend of the viscount and had visited Pemberley many times before. This time he brought others who were not wholly unknown to Georgiana. "May I present my sisters, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst."

"A pleasure to see you both again." Georgiana murmured. "I believe it has been some time since I saw you last. Tell me, are you in health?"

The ladies chatted about polite little nothings until they were interrupted by the arrival of Elizabeth.

"Lizzy, you must come and meet Mr. Bingley and his sisters." Elizabeth crossed and took Georgiana's outstretched hand, "Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst, my dear friend Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

The viscount chose this minute to asked Bingley to accompany him to the library for a game of chess. Bingley looked a bit reluctant to leave the side of Miss Elizabeth but agreed, comforted in the knowledge that they would be together for several more days and he would have ample opportunity to talk to the enchanting lady.

"And did you to ladies meet in Lambton then or perhaps at a shop or park in London?" Miss Bingley smiled so very kindly and insinuatingly that only the basest fool would have thought her sincere in her attempt to befriend Elizabeth.
"No ma'am. Georgiana and I met in Kent when she was visiting her aunt Lady Catherine."

"Yes Miss Bingley, Elizabeth and I had a marvelous time together during those weeks. And it much relieved my poor papa's mind for me to find such a kind and sensible friend." Their easy use of Christian names was not lost on either Miss Bingley nor Mrs. Hurst. Miss Bingley had for years attempted to catch the eye of the viscount and she used every means possible in ingratiate herself into the family. Her latest ploy had been to befriend young Lady Georgiana, saying that it might be useful to have an older female friend when she made her come-out in London. Miss Elizabeth was now seen as a direct threat to Miss Bingley's plans.

"Darcy it's good to see you again. When you left London so abruptly I worried."

"Bingley, it's always a pleasure to see you. I am glad you could tear yourself away from the season to visit me." Darcy and Charles Bingley settled into a set of comfortable chairs and a pleasantly distracting game of chess.

The friendship between Darcy and Bingley was old enough that both neglected to tally the years. It was sufficient to say they were the best of friends in a town where friendship was often regarded as a commodity to be traded and bartered. They held no animosity regarding accomplishments or conquests, both going so far as to relinquish the field if the other appeared more in love. Although as Bingley often fell in love and Darcy never fell in love, it oft fell to Darcy to cease his flirtation with any lady Bingley felt a tendre towards. Indeed the friendship between the two men was often commented upon by more than one matron or gentleman as being distinctly odd. Charles Bingley was by all accounts a most amiable gentleman. Handsome and friendly, Bingley was by no means considered a rake like Darcy. Bingley rarely flirted and frequently fell in love, thereby preserving his reputation from the label so firmly affixed to his friend.

"Well it wasn't as hard to leave as you might think. And Caroline was more than willing to give up the society in favour of your company." Bingley smirked.

"Had I known you would bring her here, I might have rescinded the invitation." Darcy drawled.

"Darcy I don't think I ever seen you this restless or distracted before... wanting to avoid your usual sport, tired of Caroline.... Well, that I can readily understand but hiding in the country?" Bingley looked mildly irritated.

Perceiving the possibility that he had offended his friend Darcy hastily dissembled, "My apologies Bing. I'd no intention of offending you. Just in a devilish mood lately. Even my father took me to task over it. I dare say I was simply hoping to avoid all women, save Georgiana and Mrs. Reynolds."

"Well then what's the with the guest you've got here?"

"Miss Bennet."

"That's her. She's very handsome." he hinted.

"She is." Darcy agreed. "Intelligent too."

Bingley moved to capture a rook, "Is she spoken for?"

Darcy studied the chess board absently. "Hmmm. I don't think so." Darcy paused and then continued. "Truthfully Bing if you're thinking about her yourself I'd be careful. I think my father's dangling after her. "

"Your FATHER?"

"It's just a suspicion, but this last week he's been acting strange and he's taken to treating Miss Elizabeth like she's family. He's terribly affectionate with her." Darcy's face became utterly gloomy.

Bing began to laugh. "Really Darcy, you've tried to tell me some tall tales before but this..... I'd have more faith believing you've fallen for the lady than your father. Come, quit riding me. It ain't possible. Even if he did develop a tendre for the lady, well, since his accident he's in no position to be a husband"

"I wish I could be so sure," he muttered.

Chapter 3

"My Lord, what brings you out to this secluded spot?" Elizabeth, due to Mrs. Reynolds insistence that Georgiana needed to rest as she was showing signs of a cold, found herself with a few hours of solitude and took a walk along the river. She had finally stopped to rest under a magnificent oak and pulled out a favourite book, intent upon reading the day away. The sudden interruption by Viscount Darcy was irritating, but not wholly unwelcome.

"I beg your pardon. Am I disturbing you?" he asked politely.

"I was about to read. But you are not disturbing me." He smiled and Elizabeth felt slightly warm under his gaze. "Would you care to sit sir?"

Darcy hesitated and Elizabeth scowled thinking he was worried about his clothing in the grass. But he did sit and presently enquired what she was reading.

"John Donne."

"Indeed? I had thought you might be indulging in one of those 'novels.'" Elizabeth was about to put him in his place when she noticed the twinkle in his eye and a very becoming twinkle it was.

"Oh, You are odious sir." She laughed. "A lady might begin to think you wholly disapproved of everything she did when you use that tone in your voice."

Darcy smiled but spoke seriously, "I should hope she would know that is not so. I do not disapprove of everything."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in questioning surprise, "Am I to understand I have done something you disapprove of my lord?" There was an odd glint to his eye this time, one which made Elizabeth think he could see straight through her and sent shivers up her spine. She whispered, "Truly sir I have no wish to offend."

His eyes softened and he smiled tenderly, "No. Indeed I would never believe that you could wound on purpose."

She met his eyes with her own. For a brief moment Elizabeth felt certain that the world stood still. Darcy conscious of a strong desire to kiss her, hesitated as she shook her head and turned to her book.

Elizabeth had desired to kiss him. Shocked at her own forwardness and aggrieved that she would even consider becoming one of his empty flirts, she determined to think of him as a brother, and no more. Thus she shook off her initial feeling and opened her book.

"Do you like John Donne sir?"

"Hmmm? Oh yes, though I haven't read much of him since Cambridge. I remember liking A Valediction Forbidding Mourning. And also one of the Elegies,

"Licence my roving hands, and let them go,
Before, behind, between, above, below."

Elizabeth laughed, "Very pretty my lord. I can assume you prefer the bawdy Jack Donne to the divine Dr. John Donne."

Darcy stared in amazement. Set down by a woman! His thought of kissing were gone, and a new feeling began to spark in his breast, something unfamiliar.

Elizabeth continued, "Truly my Lord I think perhaps you mistake my identity. Or perhaps I have given you an erroneous impression of one whom prefers such empty flattery."

Darcy roused himself to attend to her conversation, mentally scolding himself for thinking of cutting out his father and realised she was speaking in earnest. He had offended her. "Miss Bennet, I apologize for discomfiting you." Darcy laughed.

"You find something amusing sir?"

"Only that I do seem to have a talent for saying something offending to you."

"Oh, pray do not fret over it. My mother has often scolded me for reading such a bawdy poet. I fear I gave you a wrong impression."

"No, no Miss Bennet. I should never have imposed on you. Please forgive me."

They smiled almost shyly this time before Darcy spoke: "Will you read to me some of your book then before I must go back?" When she agreed, Darcy settled against the tree trunk and shut his eyes, content to listen to her read.

Darcy kept home from the fields for much of that week, owning it to Bingley's visit, and he was very pleased to spend time with his friend. Bingley's presence at Pemberley also afforded him ample opportunity to observe Darcy, Miss Bennet and the Marquis. Bingley, not generally an astute fellow, found it strange that even he could see the Marquis held only a fatherly affection for Miss Bennet while Darcy was wholly unable to discern this; certainly his easy use of her Christian name was disconcerting, even improper, but then the Marquis had always been an odd character, eschewing the proper whenever it suited his fancy.

Bingley was quick to notice the soft look in Darcy's eyes when ever he happened to be conversing with Miss Bennet, which was often. Their conversations gave no hint of attachment on either side, indeed they often resembled sibling brawls. But Bingley, having known Darcy for so long, saw a gentleness and affection reserved for the lady which Darcy had never shown even with the dearest of his flirts.

More astonishing to Bingley was that Miss Bennet had a far away look after being near the viscount. She is daydreaming about Darcy. They're in love and don't even know it! Well this may be a VERY interesting visit.

That particular afternoon, as he was noticing this, Bingley soon spied Beresford staring hard at him. Seeing he had Bingley's attention Beresford winked and with a quick glance indicated Darcy and Miss Bennet in conversation with Georgiana. Bingley smiled broadly in return and a conspiracy was born.

There was, as there must always be, at least one deterrent to whatever Bingley and Beresford plotted out that night once they were able to have a private conversation.

Darcy's belief that Beresford was dangling after Miss Bennet, provided the Marquis with several minutes of hearty laughter, before he told Bingley how he deliberately misled his son. Jealousy after all, was an asset. There was nothing like the appearance of competition to make a man discern his true feelings. But this belief and Miss Bennet's that Darcy was an unscrupulous rake worked against their plans.

Miss Bingley's constant presence was also a problem. The lady's partiality for Darcy was well known and obvious for when she wasn't trailing Lord Darcy attempting to compliment his every move and put herself above all others of his acquaintance, she was clinging to Georgiana to such a degree that the child took to jumping whenever she heard Miss Bingley's screech beckoning her. Towards Miss Bennet she was openly hostile, daring even to question the lady's breeding in front of the Marquis one night. Beresford merely stared questioningly at her and refused to respond until Miss Bingley blushed and stammered an apology to Elizabeth. Miss Bingley took greater pains to then hold her tongue in the presence of the Marquis.

Bingley and Darcy took it into their heads to ride about as much as possible as it assured their absence from Miss Bingley for much of the day. However this left Georgiana and Elizabeth with the responsibility of entertaining Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. They performed this office admirably for two entire days before the Marquis, sensing they desired an escape, conceived that the two of them would venture forth into Lambton to purchase some supplies for Mrs. Reynolds. They agreed to take the curricle, which seated only two, and Beresford slyly insisted Darcy and Bingley accompany them on horseback.

Elizabeth and Georgiana set out early the next morning driving at a comfortable pace while Darcy and Bingley rode along side. Mr. Bingley often found a way to ride along side Georgiana, forcing Darcy to ride near Miss Bennet. To his eyes, neither seemed to be upset with his obvious maneuvering. And he felt the happiness of his friend was worth enduring the wrath of Caroline, as she would no doubt be in a mood more sour than pickle brine, when it was revealed that Darcy spent time with Miss Bennet.

In Lambton Darcy and Bingley waited outside, and while debating the merits of Darcy's matched grey's over Bingley's new roans chanced to overhear a conversation between Mrs. Wilton and Mrs. Henley, who were speaking very loudly, regarding Lady Georgiana and Miss Elizabeth. Mrs. Wilton maintaining that Lady Georgiana was foolish to allow someone so low as Miss Bennet to advise her about fashion and colour. Mrs. Henley firmly pointed out the Miss Elizabeth was very kind in her address and correct that lilac would look poorly in Lady Georgiana's hair.

"But really Sophie, the Marquis' daughter seeking advice from a country miss." Mary Wilton sniffed indignantly.

"Oh dear Mary, you are just jealous that Lady Georgiana isn't bosom friends with your Fanny."

"Sophie Henley. How could you say such a thing? It's not true at all."

"And I suppose your insisting Fanny befriend Lady Georgiana had nothing to do with the young viscount? I wouldn't be at all surprised if half of your dislike is because now Miss Bennet stands in a prime spot to catch the viscount and not Fanny." Darcy flushed hotly at this assumption and Bingley feared he might take it into his head that this was Miss Bennet's aim. Nothing would kill Darcy's budding affection faster than to be worried Miss Bennet had mercenary motives. He needn't have worried.

Mary indignantly protested, "Her father and I put a stop to that romance right away. Why we couldn't have our dear Fanny taken by a rake." She leaned in and sneered, "And besides, I heard it directly from my upstairs maid Sara that it's the Marquis that has a decided tendre for the chit. Why he is even on very intimate terms with his Elizabeth."

"Oh, well a marquis is much better than a viscount, even a handsome viscount." Sophie tittered.

Bingley smiled at Darcy's darkening countenance and allowed Darcy to ride beside Georgiana on the way home.

Lord Darcy's suspicions were further aroused later that same day. He entered the library for the purpose of escaping Miss Bingley's charms only to encounter his father and Miss Bennet. She was seated on the floor with her hand in his father's hand. Darcy quickly cleared his throat to gain their attention.

"I beg your pardon," he intoned severely, "Am I interrupting?"

"Not at all my lord." Miss Bennet rose and curtseyed to Darcy and then addressed the marquis, "Thank you sir. I shall see you later."

The Marquis smiled fondly, "Not at all my dear. Until later."

Darcy shut the door after Miss Bennet and sat down by his father. Neither spoke but Darcy was clearly put out.

"You're mighty stiff this evening Fitzwilliam."

"Am I?" Darcy affected a lazily and unconcerned drawl as he could.

"Don't be obtuse you lunkhead."

He knew his father was subtly demanding an explanation, yet Darcy was loathe to intrude in his father's affairs, regardless of his own opinions. He hesitated before saying, "My apologies sir. I believe I am rather tired and short-tempered."

"Bah! Out with it boy."

Darcy regarded his father carefully before cautiously saying, "I was merely surprised to find Miss Bennet in here with you, alone."

Beresford crowed, "Oh hoo. Offended your sense of propriety have I? Well never fear, John was here the entire time." Seeing that his son was not pleased the Marquis softened, "Come now, what's the real problem you have with Miss Bennet?"

Darcy stiffened and addressed his father coldly, "I did not imply there was a problem, merely that I thought it remarkable. Miss Bennet seems to be very.... that is she is quite..... "

The marquis eyes glittered mischievously, "Taken your fancy eh?"

Darcy colored and lied, "No sir."

"Hmmm. Good." the Marquis leaned over and his voice became threateningly low, "I won't have you taking up a flirt with her."

Darcy's mouth dropped open and he quickly retorted, "Father, I've no intention of taking up a flirt with Miss Bennet."

I doubt she'd let me he thought. Darcy looked away from his father and pretended to be intently examining his boot. "But what about you sir?"

"Me?"

"Well, it does appear that you are fond of Miss Bennet...."

"I am. I'm excessively fond of Elizabeth. But not the way you're implying." He spoke haughtily, even defiantly.

Darcy was thrown off guard and stammered a reply, "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to offend...... That is I.... Well, Miss Bennet .... "

So lost in thought was Darcy that he completely missed the fleeting smile which crossed his father's face.

"You know I never really thought about marrying again after your mother died. Not to say there weren't a few who set their cap on the idea. A marquis' a might attractive package, especially if he has his own fortune. Still, there wasn't a woman who could compare to your mother..... But I'll tell you a man would be a fool not to give Miss Bennet a second look."

Darcy choked slightly and Beresford chuckled mischievously, "Well think about it son. Don't be foolish and waste an opportunity. I never do."

Lord Darcy was particularly surly the following morning and he and Elizabeth soon had a terrific row over the breakfast table; the subject matter being wholly irrelevant to the object which was a determined effort on both sides to hate one another. Miss Bingley crowed delightedly to her sister that the viscount was sure to avoid Miss Eliza from now on, for what gentleman would stand to be confronted by such an outspoken and impertinent child.

Elizabeth had grown steadily determined to leave since her poetry encounter with Darcy and their arguing that morning fixed her mind upon the task. A date was finally set for Elizabeth's return home. Two weeks hence was determined to be ample time to reconcile Georgiana to Elizabeth's departure as well as deter Georgie's insistence that she would die immediately after being deprived of her dearest Lizzy's company for more than one hour. Promises of letters and future visits soon dulled the painful prospect of imminent separation and the two ladies determined to make the most of their remaining time together.

During the course of Elizabeth's remaining weeks two singular events occurred which effected the viscount and Elizabeth deeply. The first being the sudden arrival of Mr. Wickham at Pemberley.

George Wickham was the son of Pemberley's steward and was the Marquis god son. So close were young George and Beresford at the time that some said the marquis showed George a marked partiality and even favoured him above his own son. These gossips and scandal mongers spread such stories around until even Wickham and Darcy believed there to be some truth in them.

The only two who held no stock in them were Georgiana and Beresford. The Marquis would have been grieved to know his son doubted his value and worth to his father. George was pleasant and amiable, but Fitzwilliam was his pride and joy. However, Mr. Wickham, having open and pleasing manners, and a handsome face was a great favourite around Pemberley. The Marquis had provided a substantial education for young George, allowing him to join the ranks of gentlemen at school and then at Cambridge. It was his intention of helping George establish himself in a proper profession and the Marquis initially wished for Wickham to enter the church, but was later convinced that George would be best in the army and a commission was purchased two years previous.

Thus upon his first leave where he had no one to visit, George Wickham found his way to Pemberley for what he hoped would be a long and profitable stay.

"Elizabeth, come in and meet my god-son." The marquis called out.

Elizabeth came forward and was presented to a very striking, handsome young man, slightly shorter than Lord Darcy, she noted. The man had a ready smile and pleasing conversation which delighted many young ladies.

She readily assented to Wickham's request to accompany her on a turn about the garden. They chatted amiably, Wickham oddly behaving as if she were an intimate friend. They soon ran into Miss Bingley, Mr. Bingley and Viscount Darcy on their own walk. Elizabeth's delight in Mr. Wickham increased as she observed obvious dislike with which the Viscount Darcy greeted Mr. Wickham. Darcy scowled and icily presented the Bingley's, all the while conscious of an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was relieved when Elizabeth removed herself from Wickham's arm so that he could make his bows. Elizabeth, for her part, was content to encourage Wickham's flattery for the sheer pleasure of irritating the viscount.

Miss Bingley was deeply torn. Her first loyalty was clearly to Lord Darcy; that Darcy clearly disapproved of Mr. Wickham presented a problem. Such happy manners and a handsome face were very attractive to any lady and Miss Bingley was delighted in his attentive flattery. She fretted about this for the better part of five minutes before deciding that she would agree with her lord, but do nothing to insult Mr. Wickham. If he chose to compliment and pay his addresses to her rather than that wretched Elizabeth it would be rude to spurn him.

Elizabeth abruptly stopped seeking out Mr. Wickham, a situation which owed itself to the intervention of the Marquis.

"I must ask you both to restrict your conversations with Mr. Wickham." he said directly one morning to Elizabeth and Georgiana while the three happened to be alone at breakfast.

"Why Papa? George is very kind."

"Listen my little ones," Elizabeth smiled politely at this affectionate diminutive, but set her chin in a determined manner. Beresford scoffed at her. "Yes, Elizabeth I am as fond of you as I am Georgiana so I can include you in my fatherly lectures."

"Yes sir, "she demurred with a wicked glance at him

"I am as fond of George as I can be, but that does not blind me to his faults. Ladies he is far too interested in gaming and other activities for him to be a proper suitor for either of you."

"No Papa. Surely you're misinformed. George," she blushed, "I mean Mr. Wickham, had always been very proper and well-mannered. He's never even hinted at anything improper." Georgie adamantly defended her beloved friend.

"No Georgie, but your brother has been with you each time. I doubt anyone would propose something improper with him scowling at them." Elizabeth gently pointed out.

"Even if Fitzwilliam was with me, I still refuse to think George would ever behave improperly. His manners are exceedingly pleasant and open. There is no falseness in him." she cried.

Elizabeth looked tenderly at her friend, "I am glad Georgie that he is a gentleman, and I confess I think him very amiable; but it would be wise to listen to your father. I doubt he is telling us tales about Mr. Wickham's follies."

"Lizzy you are just as encouraging to Mr. Wickham, if not more so." Lizzy flushed hotly at this and it was some moments before she could collect herself and answer.

"I beg your pardon then. For my part I was inclined only to make mischief with your brother. It does annoy him to see Mr. Wickham and I conversing in a friendly way." Elizabeth grinned and Georgie was finally persuaded to be more reserved around Mr. Wickham while Elizabeth promised to stop teasing the viscount. Beresford's warning was mostly unnecessary as Mr. Wickham, having gotten all the monetary he could, soon removed himself from their midst, though Georgie mourned his departure for sometime.

A second event also caused Lord Darcy considerable distress happened the evening prior to Elizabeth's departure.

The young people had gathered in the music room, save for Darcy who was conferring with Pemberley's steward. Beresford summoned Elizabeth to the library and she arrived just as Lord Darcy did. Beresford handed Elizabeth a sealed letter.

"This is for your father my dear. It contains all the information we discussed."

"Oh, thank you sir. I hope it will be agreeable to him." Elizabeth grinned.

"I think it will. After all, how could he refuse the Marquis of Beresford." he spoke austerely, but ruined the effect by chuckling. "Go on and I will see you before you leave tomorrow."

Darcy stood by as cooly as a man in the throws of a violent passion could until Elizabeth left. He spoke coldly t his father, "May I enquire what that was about?"

"You may. But I shan't tell you. Not until I've heard from her father about my proposal. If he agrees, then you'll hear about my plans." Beresford was deliberately bating Darcy and thoroughly enjoying watching his son wrestle with his own feelings.

Darcy quit the room as soon as possible. The viscount had recently begun to experience so many odd feelings where Elizabeth was concerned. The viscount was familiar with the longings and desires associated with an affair of the heart, but these feelings were not like that; neither were they the affectionate camaraderie which characterized his relationship with Bingley. Darcy certainly felt the same respect and concern for her that he felt for his sister and father.

He was fairly certain his father held a warm affection for the lady but he was thoroughly upset at the possibility that his father was proposing. It was inconceivable that a man of his years and a young woman of her sense and vitality would agree to marry. It wasn't as if Elizabeth, when had he begun to think of her just as Elizabeth? It wasn't as if she was unsuitable to be a good wife. She was handsome and genteel, and certainly the liveliness of her mind would be a delight to her husband.

By this time Darcy had walked blindly back and found himself at the music room. The first sight and sound to greet him were Georgiana and Elizabeth seated together at the pianoforte, giggling over their attempts to play some piece. The assembled company looked up at his entrance and Darcy caught Elizabeth's eye. There was such an intensity to his gaze that she instinctively blushed and turned her attention towards the music.

Darcy was frozen, rooted to that very spot with the sudden and irrepressible knowledge that he loved Elizabeth.

John Donne (1573-1631) Elegies, 18, 'Love's Progress'

Chapter 4

Posted on Sunday, 3 September 2000,

Dearest Lizzy,

I do hope this letter finds you and your family in good health and spirits. I have been extremely melancholy as of late, with your departure things became very tiresome at Pemberley. Miss Bingley is of course charming and she and Mrs. Hurst are only too happy to accompany me everywhere and anywhere. Their enthusiasm lessens somewhat whenever they discover my brother will not be in the vicinity, but still they persist in their attentions. You, dear Lizzy would especially appreciate Miss Bingley's kind attendance upon my invalid elderly father, who you know is quite unable to think for himself and is also mostly deaf.

Papa has just read my letter and wishes me to inform you that he also finds it excessively amusing and that I am certainly a very silly child. I know he does not mean it, mostly. Papa is feeling very well in fact. He is greatly anticipating this season in London. He actually means to travel! And just for my come out! I do so hope that he will be able to attend some of the balls, for I want Papa to be proud of any success I might have. Truthfully Lizzy, I am very nervous about this and I fear I will be a horrid failure. Papa and Fitzwilliam tell me not to worry, but I cannot seem to stop fretting.

I will be very much relieved if I can have you there to talk things over with and to advise me. Papa has told me of his proposition. Has your father consented yet? Oh, he must Lizzy or I shall be lost. Papa is also depending upon you and your good graces to assist me. Fitzwilliam is an acceptable escort, but I cannot confide in him like I can you. And my other option would be Aunt Catherine. She is to bring Anne out this season and has consented to sponsor me along with Aunt Margie, my Uncle Fitzwilliam's wife, but I still long for you Lizzy. I dare say we shall be a merry party.

Now that I think of it I realise that Fitzwilliam has been very melancholy as of late. Ever since your departure he has been scowling and morose. Not even the arrival of the Carrington's niece, Sarah, has cheered him. You may laugh Lizzy, but I am very well aware of my brother's reputation and his tendency to flirt excessively with any pretty girl. Well, the Honourable Miss Sarah Carrington failed to attract Fitzwilliam's attention at all, though Mr Bingley was slavering all over her. I should mention that Sarah Carrington is nineteen, terribly pretty and coy. She flirts with a great deal of experience and did try her best to attract Fitzwilliam. At first I thought he was simply out of sorts that particular evening, but he has failed to take notice of her at every other meeting as well. Last night she specifically ASKED him to take her horseback riding, in front of ME and several other people, as if to show how irresistible her charms were, but dearest Lizzy he refused saying he was needed in the fields!! Well I was never more surprised, both with the shocking cheekiness she showed boldly asking him like that and truthfully Lizzy, I was also shocked that Fitzwilliam lied to avoid her! He never did go into the fields that day: He took a book and sat under a tree reading all day! I do hope he is not becoming ill. Papa just laughs at my fears saying that he expects my brother will soon be reforming is flirtatious ways.

I long to see you my dear friend and eagerly anticipate our reunion this spring. You must write me and tell me all about Hertfordshire. Until then,

Your loving friend,

Georgie

It was true that Viscount Darcy moped around for weeks after Elizabeth returned home. After the scene with Sarah Carrington throwing herself at him Darcy was even more discouraged. He, a wealthy viscount, heir to a marquis, sought after by every manipulative female in England, how could he have FINALLY fallen in love, only to have the object of his deepest respect and affection considering an offer from his father. He stalked into the library, intent on solitude, and flung himself carelessly into a chair. His morose ponderings were interrupted by Bingley.

"Oh, there you are?" Bing chirped. "Hiding from my sisters or yourself?"

"Both." he sighed.

Bingley began to laugh, "It's a pretty thing when London's most eligible bachelor prefers to skulk about the countryside."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Darcy scowled.

"Only that I know more than one society gossip who would sell their second son to know that you are utterly and completely undone by love."

"I am NOT in love with Elizabeth," growled his lordship.

Bingley laughed and set down the book he was carrying. "I never said Elizabeth." he said innocently.

"Oh, hang it." he spit. "Yes I am finally in love and utterly undone by it."

Bingley put a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Then go after her man. Make love to her. She just might have you, you know."

Darcy appeared to think about the possibilities before scowling again, "Bingley, I don't even know where she lives."

"How!?.... How is it possible that the woman you love spent months under your very nose and you never found out where her home is?!? You fool!" Darcy shrugged. "Well Find Out! Georgie and your father must know."

"That's another thing Bing, my father has made an offer to her."

"He's offered for her?! Marriage!"

"That's what I generally assume when he tells me he's made a proposal and sends a letter to her father for his approval."

Bingley had great difficulty hiding a smile. He recovered himself and said compassionately, "Darcy, don't jump to conclusions. And there's always Miss Carrington if you need a distraction."

"Bing... GO" Bingley wisely obeyed his friend's order.

The viscount sat for a long time before picking up the book Bingley had brought in.

John Donne

Lord, I cannot escape from Miss Elizabeth Bennet. WHY does she torment me so!?

He opened the book and had begun reading through it when his brain captured this phrase:

The fault is mine, impute it to me,
Or rather to conspiring destiny,
Which, since I loved in jest before, decreed
That I should suffer, when I loved indeed;

"Argh!! THIS is my fate! Damn!" Darcy swore and buried his hands in his hair before grabbing the book and stalking outside. In fact he stomped so severely that even Miss Bingley forgo offering to accompany him as he stomped past her.

It was well past midday and the air had cooled considerably making it a pleasant time to sit and read. He flopped down against a tree and opened the book, hoping for a pleasant and uninterrupted afternoon. At least it would have been pleasant if Darcy had not been besieged by memories of Elizabeth with every page he read and everywhere he turned: the worst time was when he began to imagine her as mistress of Pemberley only to realize that she would be at Pemberley with his father and not with him.

Finally Darcy determined to leave Pemberley and escape from the place where every corner and nook held a memory of Elizabeth.

"Have you taken that place in Hertfordshire yet?" he asked Bingley.

"No, no, not yet. I'm thinking about going down to see it." Darcy missed that Beresford and Bingley shared a quick smirk. "Shall I renew my invitation for you to accompany me?"

"Yes, do and I shall accept" he said, firmly believing an occupation away from Pemberley would keep Elizabeth from his mind.

At Longbourn, Hertfordshire

"Bingley? I know Mr. Bingley, if indeed it is the same one. I met him at Pemberley when he was a guest of Viscount Darcy." Elizabeth informed her father. Her mother having made the pronouncement that Netherfield was indeed let and that a single man, with a large fortune would be perfect for one of the girls.

"And is he as well-favoured as his five thousand a year would have us believe?" Mr Bennet asked.

"Absolutely Father. He is quite handsome and even more amiable." Lizzy teased.

"Well then, which of you shall I offer to him? Provided of course he likes silly women. Though I think not you my Lizzy, you perhaps have too much sense to fall for a pretty face and handsome fortune."

"Thank you father. I liked Mr. Bingley well-enough but I believe his temperament is more suited to one like Jane, else I would have captured him long ago," she teased.

"And do you think he will bring his friend the viscount?" Her father hit a nerve with that question: Elizabeth had not been entirely successful in her efforts to push Viscount Darcy from her everyday thoughts. She hoped she was able to answer him with an air of indifference.

"I really cannot say, though I expect the viscount would have other things to do and would not want to be bothered with such a rustic society." Lizzy's thoughts differed from her words and part of her hoped to at least gain some intelligence about Lord Darcy from Mr. Bingley. She dared not asked Georgiana more than a casual question or two, lest she betray her own uncertain heart. Georgie's last letter indicating Darcy had been melancholy and even refusing to flirt gave her new hope that perhaps he was not merely flirting with her that day under the tree.

"True enough my dear. Though I've heard his lordship enjoys a shocking reputation as a scandalous rake." Her father exaggerated this bit of information for her amusement, but she answered seriously.

"No Father." She weighed her words carefully, "For my part I think his reputation is more fiction than truth. His lordship was very kind to me while I was at Pemberley, and I know he is wholly devoted to his father and sister. In fact he spent much of my visit working out in the fields, making improvements. Hardly the behaviour of a rake I would think."

"And exactly how much DO you know about rakes?" Mr. Bennet laughed, "Well now run along and try not to tell your mother how you failed to capture an eligible lord. She's still in a fit over Mr. Collins you know."

Bingley and Darcy rode out the day after arriving at Netherfield. Finding the house and staff satisfactory, the two men determined to transverse the grounds in the early hours, the lands attached to Netherfield being not quite so large that they could not be thoroughly covered in a good mornings ride.

Darcy enjoyed the ride. He was well pleased with the mount from Netherfield's stables. He was not a first rate driver, in fact he disliked taking the reins himself - this stemming from his tendency to allow his thoughts to wander, distracting him from the team. As much as Darcy disliked driving, he equally loved riding and was considered far and wide to have a good seat.

He and Charles fell into conversation upon completing their rounds.

"I'm afraid Bing that we shall find ourselves rusticating here. Things are quite different than in town."

"This is not so different from Derbyshire. I'm convinced we will find things to be quite charming."

As they rode Darcy noticed someone walking down below on the meadow path. He was too far away to ascertain any pertinent information, save that the lady had a pleasing figure and that she reminded him of Elizabeth. Sigh, I will never be able to put her from my mind Bingley noticed her too and grinned, "Yes, things here are quite charming, aren't they."

Darcy was silently watching the lady as she walked out of sight.

"I was labouring under the impression that you intended to cloister yourself from such attractions and devote yourself to pining after Miss Bennet. I'm heartily pleased to see I was wrong. Life here would have been extremely tedious if we were required to spend every evening at home alone, save for Caroline."

"Caroline! Good Lord Bingley! What's SHE coming for?"

"You I expect, and she's keeping house for me. I like having a hostess." Bingley then looked sheepish. "And because your father begged me not to leave her and Louisa at Pemberley any longer than necessary."

Darcy groaned and dismally contemplated the next few months in the continued daily company of Miss Bingley, enduring her charming set-downs and witty anecdotes about the failings of others, especially any lady Darcy or Charles may show an interest in. It had been bad enough at Pemberley, but at least there he had duties to attend to which made it easy to avoid her for much of the day. And I had Elizabeth to tease me out of my moods and scold when I became surly. But I shall not have that here...

The Meryton Assembly Hall was a quaint older building with a large enough dancing area to comfortably accommodate most all of the surrounding Hertfordshire, or at least those who would attend an assembly such as this. Well decorated, if somewhat out modish, the room was clean enough to satisfy even the most ardent housekeeper.

Miss Bingley, having arrived herself several days earlier, and immediately upon alighting from Bingley's carriage, and perceiving that the assembly hall was not quite first rate, began a tirade about the local savages they were soon to encounter.

"Fear not Miss Bingley. I believe we shall be quite safe here. And if the locals attack, Charles and I can fend them off whilst you make a hasty retreat." Darcy announced in mock gallantry; not that she understood his jest, but she was content and determined to enter on his arm and so smiled at whatever his lordship might say.

"Really my lord," she cooed, "If it were not for your strong arm I should quite fear for my life."

GAH! Away you vulture "Really ma'am, I believe your brother would be more than adequate protection against a group of uncultured illiterate peasants."

"Oh my lord you are too cruel," Miss Bingley cackled gleefully and held tighter to her conquests arm. Darcy merely stared stoically ahead and entered the room.

> The room stood silent as the Netherfield party entered. Sir William Lucas finally remembering his manners, stepped forward to cordially welcome Mr Bingley and his companions.

Darcy glanced around room rapidly assessing its occupants and determining what sort of evening he was to endure. It looked to be a long tedious evening amidst savages and Miss Bingley. He surveyed the room again with a sigh, hoping to find one or two decent faces with which he could spend a pleasant evening.

The first to grab his attention, after Sir William's bulbous face, was a golden haired beauty with an oddly familiar look about her. Sir William was leading Bingley over to where she stood, apparently he had also spotted her, and Darcy naturally followed. The blonde would at least make tonight pleasant, especially if she possessed an ounce of wit.

She stood amidst a group of other ladies and Darcy hung back behind Bingley waiting to be introduced. The matronly one of the group began issuing introductions and encouragements to dance with her daughters. Oh Lord, another matchmaker on the prowl. 5 daughters! I shall never be free of these women!

Lost in his own thoughts Darcy failed to actually attend to what the woman was saying until she was confronting him asking him to dance with her daughters. The Viscount stiffened, preparing to give her a severe set-down,

"Thank you madam, I rarely......." At that perfect moment he looked up at the lady standing near the screechy mother, Elizabeth. His breath caught.

Miss Elizabeth offered a slight curtsey, but could not speak. Her heart had leaped into her throat, cutting off all possibilities of rational discourse. HE was her. Truly here, in the flesh. Automatically she gave him her hand. He bowed over it and pressed it tenderly with his other hand.

"M...my..... My Lord. This is .. That is... I am shocked."

"Lizzy stop stammering girl. Do you want his lordship to think you can't put two sentences together. Good heavens. I beg you pardon my lord. Lizzy is not normally quite so backwards. In fact I believe you will find her an excellent conversationalist when you need to. And she is particularly fond of dancing." Mrs. Bennet prodded.

Her mother's words acted like cold water, snapping Elizabeth back to her senses. She snatched her hand away from Darcy, blushed deeply, and curtseyed again saying: "Welcome to Hertfordshire Lord Darcy. I beg you will excuse me." And she resolutely hurried out of the room. Left to stand and gape Mrs. Bennet began to apologize for her daughter's poor manners as Darcy turned and stalked off.

Jane rejoined her mother who had begun to loudly ring a peal regarding the horrid manners of Lord Darcy. In her opinion, it was entirely unjust that such a nice man like dear Mr. Bingley could have such a rude odious friend like that horrid viscount. He had driven her poor Lizzy from the room, never even asking her to dance, and then just stalked off, without so much as a bye-your-leave.

Quickly Jane resolved to intervene on Lizzy's behalf. Lord Darcy was speaking to Mr. Bingley and was fortunately too far away to hear Mrs. Bennet's accusations. Jane gradually made her way over to Mr. Bingley, and after being presented to his lordship, Jane gathered her courage to speak:

"I beg your pardon my lord for speaking so personally right now, but would I be correct in assuming my sister Elizabeth's disappearance from the hall had more to do with my mother than with you?"

Darcy smiled, "You would be correct ma'am."

"Then if you will excuse me, I must go find her." Jane curtseyed, and after refusing Mr. Bingley's offer of assistance, went to her sister.

Bingley watched her go, "She's an angel isn't she Darcy? Surely even you can see that."

Darcy was too busy wondering what had become of Elizabeth to be concerned with Bingley's latest angel.

"DARCY." This finally drew him from his reverie and he glanced at Bingley who grinned, "You should dance instead of standing around so stupidly."

"Bingley, I will dance with Elizabeth, IF she returns. But under no circumstances will I allow you to force me to dance again with either of your sisters. Caroline would be publishing the banns by morning if I dance with her twice."

Bingley chuckled, "Agreed. Miss Elizabeth it shall be, and fortunately for you, I see her entering now."

A few minutes of solitude, many tears, and a conversation with Jane had restored Elizabeth to the point where she felt equal to reentering the assembly rooms. Jane's goodness and belief in others had helped Elizabeth to see her mother as less than evil, still she wished it were possible to avoid further contact with her mother for the rest of the evening.

Lord Darcy's approach insured that for at least one half hour Elizabeth be too busy to be near her mother. "Miss Elizabeth, I believe you owe me this dance," he said smiling. Firmly he took Elisabeth's hand and led her away.

Mrs. Bennet renewed her assault of Lizzy's manners immediately upon her reentry to the rooms. She spoke to her sister Mrs. Phillips, loudly. "I ask you - how is Elizabeth ever going to catch a husband if she is forever behaving in such a hoydenish fashion. Well it would serve her right if someone mistook her for a common wench and used her as his mistress, for certainly that is all Lizzy will ever be unless she mends her behaviour. I tell you sister it worries me to no end to think of that girl running about the countryside with nary a care for her looks or dress," she said with weary affected accents.

As Darcy and Elizabeth took their places in the set she thanked him but he quickly dissembled and changed the subject. "How came you to be in Hertfordshire Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy asked.

She looked puzzled, "I live here my lord. My father's estate is just three miles from Netherfield."

"I had no idea," he muttered. "Perhaps we shall be able to renew our acquaintance then. I should like to renew our acquaintance with you during my stay."

"And long do you stay my lord?" She coloured slightly at his implications, but thought the prospect of seeing him frequently was very agreeable.

"Our plans are unfixed, though we had discussed that I would remain until Christmas." Darcy whispered softly, "Unless Miss Bingley succeeds in making me flee for my life or at least in fear of my bachelorhood."

Elizabeth chuckled, "I fear my lord making you flee is not her object."

"Do you know how enchanting it is when you laugh?" Elizabeth blushed, unable to reply with suitable flirtatious cliche. Darcy smiled tenderly, "I apologize for embarrassing you. Most ladies titter and giggle but I find your laughter so genuine and refreshing."

"Thank you sir." They were forced to separate and the next time they were together Elizabeth directed the conversation towards a more neutral topic.

Mrs. Phillip, after listening to her sister's tirade began to observe the dancing and noticed the soft looks which passed between Viscount Darcy and Elizabeth. An inveterate gossip, she could no longer refuse this mischief than she could stop her own breathing and began to mull over the possibility of an attachment, or worse, an affair.

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