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Posted on Sunday, 17 September 2000
In the weeks following the Meryton Assembly Viscount Darcy and Mr. Bingley soon became frequent callers at Longbourn. Only Mr. Bennet found reason to be disturbed by this, but he was always annoyed by the mere existence of anyone who disrupted his household. He protested that silly females needed nothing more than a little encouragement from puppy-eyed men to make life utterly unbearable, and promptly locked himself in the library each morning the gentlemen were expected.
It was also common that Mrs. Phillips would call each day after Darcy and Bingley had left. Failing that, Mrs. Bennet called on her. They discussed in great detail what the foursome did, what each person wore, how well, or ill it became them, and what month would be best for a wedding. Having no children of marriageable age, Mrs. Phillips was only too happy to enter into her sister's dreams of a brilliant match for Jane, and condole with her that Lizzy was making a muddle of things with her wild manners.
It was on this subject that Mrs. Phillips paid a call at Longbourn with the most shocking news. Comfortably ensconced in the sitting room, she allowed Mrs. Bennet to pry from her the deepest secret she had sworn to keep: "Lady Lucas remembers meeting Viscount Darcy when they were presented at St. James Court last year. And she said that his lordship frequently engaged in some of the most scandalous flirtations while they were in town. He had no fewer than three different ladies."
"At once!?"
"Oh... No I believe it was in succession. But still, sister, he transfers his affections so rapidly. He is a shocking flirt." Mrs. Phillips leaned in and whispered, "I believe sister that your Lizzy might be his next amour de parti."
Mrs. Phillips attempt to sound worldly and knowledgeable, failed with her ill-use of the French language, but since Mrs. Bennet equally lacked sense and an understanding of French, it went unnoticed.
"Oh my goodness. We shall all be ruined!"
Mrs. Phillips patted her sister comfortingly, happy to have been useful in warning her sister of the danger her second daughter was in.
"Oh, but sister, are you certain. His lordship seems so nice and elegant. He treats Lizzy with a positively deferential respect, and you know Lizzy does nothing to encourage him beyond that. Indeed I have always wished that she might be more encouraging. Oh my poor dear."
I'm afraid it's true... Lady Lucas' daughter's husband Mr. Collins confirms that his patroness, Lady Catherine DeBourg, is furious that the viscount refuses to do his duty and settle down. He prefers to run around town. And..." Mrs. Phillips again whispered confidentially, "didn't Lizzy spend several weeks at his home in Derbyshire recently?"
"Well, yes but she was a guest of his sister's."
"Still, I think it would have afforded ample opportunity for them to become acquanited."
"You don't think he followed her to Hertfordshire do you?" Mrs. Bennet gasped.
"Well, you never can tell with these town-bred aristocrats. They have shocking notions of what one may do with a simple country girl. And as you have said, Lizzy's manners can be a bit... forward."
"Oh, sister. But the viscount has been so nice. And I do find it hard to believe that Lizzy would behave so irresponsibly. She's terribly impertinent, but she does have good sense." Mrs. Bennet concluded.
"Indeed she does, but I would keep watch. You never know if his lordship may try to importune her."
In truth, Lord Darcy, during petty, childish times, welcomed the thought of gossip placing Elizabeth in a position to marry him. During his more lucid moments, Darcy had determined he needed to keep a respectful distance from Miss Elizabeth, lest he do something entirely stupid like kiss his future stepmother. The agony was extreme, yet Darcy could not stay away from Elizabeth.
Viscount Darcy cursed loudly as he stomped across the grounds of Netherfield. Things were not going well and he felt the distinct need to vent. It was Caroline's concerned recitation of local gossip that had first set Darcy up in his bad mood. He knew he had a reputation as a flirt, heck he nurtured that reputation. But that was in London, before Elizabeth. Since meeting Elizabeth Bennet and falling reluctantly but deeply in love, Darcy had carefully avoided anything resembling flirtation. Bingley had even accused him of being haughty recently as he was avoiding a potentially flirtatious situation. But now the rumours about him were here, and they were endangering Elizabeth's reputation.
"Miss Bingley, perhaps you ought to find a more worthy occupation. Idle rumours do not suit you." Darcy spoke with some asperity.
Caroline blushed, "I was only trying to warn you my lord. Miss Eliza Bennet will stop at nothing to attract you and trap you into marriage."
I would that were so Darcy thought, but wisely held his tongue.
Darcy's silence encouraged Caroline to continue cooing, "You've avoided designing women for so long, I would hate to see you fall into a trap now."
"Thank you for your concern. But you have no need to worry on my account. I will speak to Miss Bennet this evening."
The morning had begun well enough before this encounter. Bingley was in an excellent humour and Darcy knew this was because the Bennet sisters were to dine at Netherfield that evening. Actually, Miss Bingley had suggested the invitations. This alone caused Lord Darcy some trepidation. Caroline Bingley might be elegant, handsome, and even pleasant when the need arose, but Darcy knew too well she was utterly vindictive and shrewish. He was even more convinced after their encounter. Was she planning to ruin Elizabeth or find a way to keep Bing and Miss Bennet apart?
Bingley was in love again, of that Darcy was certain. After the last outing with the Miss Bennets it was more obvious than ever that Bingley had fallen top over tails for Miss Bennet. Not that Darcy was criticizing Bing's choice; after all he himself was so deeply in love with Elizabeth that there were times when she was near that he could barely string together a coherent sentence.
Yes, Bingley was certainly in love again. And he was following his usual pattern of paying every attention to his current angel and showering her with little tokens of his esteem. The biggest difference this time was Miss Bennet. She never flirted in return; there were no coy hints of gifts she would like, no insinuations that Bing ought to perform some task or purchase some gift, there wasn't even a jealous glare if he danced with another or left her side for a time.
Darcy mused that there were two possibilities: one was that her heart was not engaged; the other being her heart was completely engaged. He feared it was more likely the second reason than the first. This thought did little to improve the viscount mood. Bing was forever falling out of love so quickly. If Miss Bennet's heart is already his, what would happen to that poor sweet girl when he fell out of love?
Jane Bennet held up a dress from her wardrobe and eyed it critically. Throwing it on the bed in disgust, she repeated the scenario with two more dresses. Elizabeth entered her room as the fourth dress went flying onto the bed.
"Spring cleaning already?" Lizzy asked.
"NO!" Jane sighed in frustration. "I do not have a suitable dress for tonight."
"I thought we were only dining at Netherfield."
"We ARE."
"Then stop behaving as if this was a court presentation." Lizzy handed Jane the first dress she had discarded. "This is the best one for colour."
"But it... it's just not... OH! Elizabeth someday you are going to be in love and then it will be my turn to laugh."
Elizabeth threw her arms around Jane, "Dearest Jane, you have never in your life laughed at anyone, I doubt very much you are going to start now. Now tell me why you are turning the wardrobe inside out. Are you really in love?"
"I do not know Lizzy. He is very handsome, and very amiable. I do think I could like him quite a bit." Jane blushed severely with this admission.
"Well then I am glad to know I told Papa the truth."
"Lizzy..... what sort of mischief are you up to now?"
"None at all dearest." Lizzy put on her most innocent expression and continued, "Father asked me which of us he ought to auction off to Mr. Bingley and I suggested you would suit very well."
"ELIZABETH!! You didn't!"
"I think your heart is perhaps a bit more engaged that you let on Jane."
Jane quickly recovered her countenance, "No it is not. But what about you Lizzy? You seemed very happy to dance with Lord Darcy at the assembly. And you do not object to his accompanying Mr. Bingley when he calls."
Elizabeth blushed, "I will confess I find Lord Darcy an excellent dancer."
"That is NOT what I meant Lizzy."
"But it IS all I will say on the subject." Lizzy stuck her chin out defiantly.
"Lizzy, I have heard some terrible things about the viscount. Miss Bingley says he is quite a rake and very much enjoys trifling with young ladies."
"Miss Bingley would be the first in line if Viscount Darcy ever even thought about marriage," Elizabeth said scornfully.
"Are you saying the rumours are true?" Jane looked shocked.
"I can only say that I have heard the same stories from more credible sources than Miss Bingley. Viscount Darcy is considered one of the best catches in the marriage mart, but he has yet to show more than casual interest in any young lady."
"Where did you hear this?"
Lizzy giggled, "His father told me."
"How shocking!"
"No, I think he was trying to mend fences. The viscount has horridly uncivil to me at first." She laughed, " He thought perhaps I was going to try to catch him. Can you imagine, after refusing the great Mr. Collins how could I settle for merely a handsome, wealthy, nobleman?"
Jane laughed hard, "Oh I am sorry you had to endure Mama and Mr. Collins on your own."
"You are not at all upset that it was I who had to fend them off while you danced the night away in London."
"Helping Aunt Gardiner care for four children with chicken pox is hardly dancing the night away." Jane giggled some more, " but I am glad I wasn't here. You know very well that Mama would have first tried to have him marry me."
"And you would have married him too," Elizabeth said gently.
Jane looked thoughtful, "I should hope I have enough courage to wait for love. Now, tell me truthfully... what are your feelings for the viscount?"
Elizabeth thought for a few moments, "I hardly know Jane. When I first met him, I was determined to see him only as my friend's brother, but his is so charming and intelligent that I think lost my heart before I even knew what I felt. But then he must have been bored in the country because he tried to get up a flirtation with me, and I... Jane I believe my heart broke that day. To think I had stupidly fallen in love with a man who knows no love, or at least desires to have no lasting love." She sighed deeply. "Now here he is and again I find him every bit as charming and intelligent as before."
"Are you in love?"
"If I thought that I was anything more than a diversion to a dull country life, I might very well be on my way to falling in love, but there's no telling what his feelings are for me. "
"Lizzy, I don't think he looks at you like you are a diversion."
"Well, even if he loved me," She responded philosophically, "There would still be all of London telling him that a penniless girl from Hertfordshire is not an acceptable wife for a future Marquis. Now, have you decided to wear this dress or are there still dresses left to throw out of the closet?"
At the Netherfield
Miss Bingley proved herself to be an admirable hostess. She displayed the proper amount of grace and charm, no one was left unattended, thirsty or hungry. Lord Darcy found he was unable to speak privately with Elizabeth, though it should be noted that he rarely left her side that evening. Miss Bingley was green with envy and indignation. Bingley and Jane were of course too enthralled with each other to notice anyone else.
Bingley was anxious to forgo the traditional separation of men and ladies after supper in order to spend more time with Miss Bennet. Darcy agreed, pointing out that the less time Jane spent alone with Caroline, the better Bing's chances were. Thus they all retired to the sitting room and Miss Bingley was prevailed upon to entertain them at the pianoforte.
Viscount Darcy approached Elizabeth, "May we speak for a moment?"
Elizabeth looked nervously at him but agreed and they casually separated from the group to the other side of the room.
"Well my lord? What have you to say?" she challenged.
"Have you heard the rumours?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Gads, my mother speaks of little else lately. And my Aunt Phillips arrives every day after you and Mr. Bingley have left so that she may hear exactly what was said to whom and what everyone wore."
An involuntary chuckled escaped Darcy, "I wish you would be serious for a moment. I'm afraid all this is harming your reputation."
"And what of your reputation sir?"
"Oh, mine was ruined long before I ever came to Netherfield." It seemed to Darcy that smiling into Elizabeth's eyes was the most natural thing in the world. He had to check himself as she experienced an overwhelming urge to kiss her in front of everyone. This thought was still playing on his mind when Elizabeth asked:
"You have changed sir. At Pemberley you were never so light hearted. Your father would be pleased to see you have regained your wits."
The mention of his father reminded Darcy he was addressing the woman his father wished to marry and he glanced away stiffly.
"Lord Darcy? Is something amiss?"
After a moment he responded coldly, " No, nothing." He saw she was not satisfied with this so he added, "I was merely wishing there was a way to protect you from these rumours your mother and aunt seem intent on spreading."
Elizabeth's eyes flashed angrily, "Sir you need not fear for me with my mother, she means well."
"Does she?" Darcy remained stiff and formal in an effort to control his own desires. Elizabeth did not understand his sudden change and continued to try to ease his apparent distress.
"Why yes. Of course she does. No mother would willingly hurt her children."
"Miss Bennet, forgive me, but I have seen a great many mother's who would willing hurt their children to achieve their ends. I would not have you so hurt."
She coloured a little as the room was very warm, and looked defiantly at Lord Darcy. "Thank you sir, but I must remind you that you are not in a position to be my protector."
"But I soon will be, and as such I have the right to protect you."
"I beg your pardon?" Elizabeth noticed Lord Darcy's eyes were on fire. She feared he had not given up his earlier flirtation and now seemed determined to take her as a mistress, regardless of her feelings. "I ... I fail to understand your meaning sir. Please speak plainly."
"Come now Miss Bennet, my words were plain enough. It would not be proper to say more ...here." Elizabeth I cannot, do not force me to announce your engagement to my father. Do not do this to me, please. Darcy prayed silently.
"Indeed your words were not plain sir."
"Miss Bennet let us not pretend that either of us are ignorant of where your heart lies."
His eyes softened, "And as such I can claim to protect you."
"YOU HORRID, ODIOUS, EVIL How dare you insinuate that I am.... that I could ever be such a trollop!" Elizabeth whirled around and fled the room.
Viscount Darcy left an astonished group and followed Elizabeth as she ran outside into the cold evening air. He caught her easily enough and turned her so she faced him.
"Listen!" he growled. "I have NEVER thought of you as a trollop. You are the most fascinating, intelligent, beautiful woman I have ever known."
"Then what.." she struggled against the grip he had on her arm, but he refused to let her go.
"I said listen... I have been in love with you for months now... Do you hear me MONTHS. And it's killing me to know you are marrying my father."
He released her abruptly and stalked off. Elizabeth stood shaking, wide-eyed at Lord Darcy's sudden admission, the passion that flared in his eyes. She slowly walked in the direction he had gone. She walked some distance before finding Darcy at the edge of a small stream. He was furiously tossing rocks into the water.
"My lord?" she said softly. Darcy stiffened at the sound of her voice but remained silent. Elizabeth continued, "Sir you are mistaken in your belief that I am engaged."
"But you will be," he said tightly.
"Perhaps some day. But never to your father."
Darcy turned around at this admission. "But he told me he made an offer to you. He wrote a letter to your father."
"He did. He was asking permission for me to accompany your sister during her season in London next year."
"Then you're really not..."
"No! Really my lord, I can understand that the years of dissipation and debauchery have somewhat limited your metal faculties, but even you must have enough function left to see that you father is a dear, sweet crippled 62 year old. And though I love him as well as I do my own father, I am only 20. How could you stupidly think I would marry anyone so much older. Indeed he is older than my own father!"
"I'm sorry Elizabeth," Darcy moved closer to her and spoke softly. "I don't understand how I could have misunderstood, but please forgive me. Just being near you and having to think of you as my father's wife was torture like I have never known."
Darcy suddenly embraced her and kissed her. Elizabeth, surprised but pleased by this development, threw her arms around his neck and returned the embrace - for about two seconds: at which point she realised that embracing and kissing a noted rake alone in the dark did little to preserve her already shaken reputation. Immediately she pulled away, but lost her footing on the slippery embankment. Darcy grabbed her arms but it was too late and both Darcy and Elizabeth fell into the stream.
Posted on Saturday, 30 September 2000
Dripping and shivering, Darcy assisted Elizabeth out of the stream.
"Are you hurt? Can you walk?" he asked.
"M.m.my leg aches but y...y....yes I c can walk." Her teeth chattered from embarrassment and the cold. Lord Darcy involuntarily, but appreciatively eyed how her wet dress clung to her form, and Elizabeth's embarrassment transformed into anger. She stormed towards Netherfield with nary a care for kith or kin who might see her decidedly untidy state, with Darcy following closely behind. Had she stopped to think about the situation, Elizabeth might have proceeded with a little more caution, taking care not to draw attention to herself and inviting questions amongst the staff as to what manner of a young lady spends time outdoors, alone with a man, only to return wet and furious. Had she paused to consider, she also might have seen the humour the situation and enjoyed a hearty laugh at the expense of the now dripping viscount; for it is not often one is allowed to see a leader of fashion utterly bedraggled thanks to a woman, spirits yes but never a woman.
Elizabeth shivered and hugged herself tightly, a dull ache in her leg beginning to impede her progress. Darcy, seeing her shiver, immediately stripped off his coat and laid it around her shoulders. Elizabeth stopped and glared at him, still shivering. The absurdity of the situation suddenly struck her and brought forth a chuckle.
"I'm afrrrraid your gallantry is wasted." Elizabeth said when she was finally able to speak.
"I find gallantry is never a waste. Especially if one wishes to impress a lady." He spoke haughtily but there was a teasing glint in his eyes as he looked directly at her.
"Indeed?" she questioned archly. "And p.pray, what is gallant about wrapping a wet coat about me?"
Darcy merely raised an eyebrow and glanced at her very wet dress.
"Oh." She looked down. "And it's sadly ruined too. I'm afraid this will never wash out."
Elizabeth glanced up only to realise that thanks to his soaking, Lord Darcy's shirt and waistcoat were perfectly molded to his body. It was a beautiful sight. She swallowed hard proceeded slowly towards Netherfield. Her leg ached severely from where she had hit it landing on a rock, coupled with her wet skirts their progress became progressively slower. Darcy found it difficult to resist his urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her.
Elizabeth suddenly stopped and looked up at Darcy. "Did you mean it?" He looked confused as she continued. "Forgive me. I realize it's utterly rude of me to ask, and probably even improper, but I really must know. I don't enjoy playing games; so you must tell me, did you mean it?"
"I did."
Elizabeth smiled shyly at him. "I'm so glad."
Darcy looked at her tenderly and grasped both of her hands, suddenly shy of his own feelings. "Elizabeth, I wish to marry you, but this is not the time nor place, but later, will you allow me to address you?"
"Marriage?" Elizabeth said with a decided note of surprise.
"Well, of course." Darcy looked equally shocked at her. "Good gad! You don't think I'm such a reprobate that I would behave in such a fashion if I didn't mean marriage. I've thought of nothing else but marriage since the day I realized I loved you."
"I wasn't sure what to think. You're... that is the life you lead... I was afraid you might be suggesting...." Elizabeth felt more and more tongue tied as she tried to explain her fears.
"Darling Elizabeth. I had never thought of marrying anyone until you came along. In fact, YOU are the only woman I have ever pictured sharing my life with."
"The only? Surely you exaggerate my Lord."
"Fitzwilliam."
"Pardon?"
"My name is Fitzwilliam. And no, I do not exaggerate. I've never offered to share my life with another woman until you."
Elizabeth smiled sweetly, "Fitzwilliam. And when did this shocking turn in character occur?"
Darcy laughed, "I was fascinated by you that first night we met, when you told my father to offer me as a sacrifice on the altar for your peace of mind."
"You seemed to hate me for it at the time."
"Not hate. I believed you to be on the catch for a husband. But that night my father gave me a rare upbraiding for my behaviour and told me I ought to take a good look at you. I began to see your kindness, and your wit made me laugh. I was in agony when my father, that is, when I thought you were going to marry my father. That was when I finally admitted what I had been hiding in my heart." Darcy smiled tenderly at her and Elizabeth's joy soared to great heights. Darcy continued, "I believe you might be the only woman who has ever seen me as more than a viscount."
There was a mischievous gleam in Elizabeth's eyes as she said: "Well that is true. I do see you as a future Marquis."
"Wretch." He laughed and embraced her. "Are you content with that or shall I strive for even greater heights? Shall I become a great orator in Parliament? Or save the Prince Regent and accept a dukedom as a reward?"
"Oh my love, you are perfect the way you are."
"What did you say?"
"Perfect?"
"No... your love. Am I?"
"Oh yes." Elizabeth wanted to say more, but she was squeezed in a tight embrace that left her breathless. She shivered again, from the chilly November air.
Realizing that she ought to be dried off quickly, Darcy released her. "Come, we must get you inside and dried off before you catch cold."
Lost in happy reverie, they walked silently until they reached the front hallway, whereupon Darcy pulled the bell for Bingley's housekeeper. Elizabeth giggled, thinking of Miss Bingley's reaction, and briefly considered boldly presenting herself in the parlour, but she wished to spare Jane and Mr. Bingley the storm which would ensue. Mrs. Frasier appeared and after being told a nicely fabricated story as to why they were wet, efficiently ushered Elizabeth into a guest room and a hot bath, while Darcy made his way to his room and rang for his valet.
Peters gaped at the sight of his lordship dripping wet, but refrained from any comment beyond a simple, "yes sir?"
"Peters. Good you're here. I need some dry clothing. But first have a footman bring Mr. Bingley and Miss Bennet to see me."
"Yes sir." Very few of Lord Darcy's requests surprised Peters anymore. He merely bowed and proceeded to the door.
"And Peters?" Darcy called out. Peters looked up with a questioning statement. "Under no circumstances are you to arouse Miss Bingley's curiosity."
"Very good sir." That request did not surprise him in the least.
Peters was just slipping Darcy into his fresh coat when Bingley and Miss Bennet arrived. Darcy stepped into the hall and spoke quietly. Jane Bennet thought that Lizzy had certainly chosen well to admire Lord Darcy. His dark blue coat showed off his colouring to its best advantage, and the tight fit across his obviously strong shoulders; with his hair slightly damp and disheveled he was really very handsome and Jane's fingers itched to brush his curls into some order.
"Why are you wet Darcy? And what's your odd notion of taking a bath in the middle of a dinner party got to do with Miss Bennet?" Bingley was the picture of innocent mischief as he queried Darcy.
"There's been a little accident. After we left you, Miss Elizabeth and I went outside and we both fell into the stream."
"Is Lizzy all right? Was she hurt?" Jane gasped.
"She was thoroughly soaked and a bit bruised from the rocks in the stream. Mrs. Frasier took her to the guest room down the hall to get her dried off."
"If you'll excuse me then I will see to my sister." Jane curtseyed and headed down the hall leaving Bing and Darcy to their own devices.
Elizabeth stared morosely into the crackling fire, the warmth doing little to relieve her emotional shivering. Her mind assailed by doubts, overwrought with questions, worries, and just the slightest bit of hope. He loved her. He even suggested marrying her. Fitzwilliam Could he have really meant it or was it just something men said when they wanted to pursue a girl? Her thoughts drifted back to their kiss. She had enjoyed it, welcomed it, and had even briefly encouraged it. A heavy sigh escaped her causing the chambermaid to turn around. Seeing the lady staring blankly at the fire, the maid unobtrusively left the room.
"Lizzy?" Jane knocked and entered her sister's room. "Lizzy, what happened? Lord Darcy told us you had fallen into the stream, but he said you were only sore and wet. Are you feeling ill?"
"Jane? Oh I am just a bit bruised; I landed rather hard on some rocks and hurt my leg. Mrs. Frasier seems to think I'll be a bit sore, but otherwise I'll be fine."
"We were worried about you. You left so abruptly and then Lord Darcy followed you... What did you argue about? Miss Bingley suggested that perhaps his lordship was behaving improperly and you became offended. Lizzy apparently many of the rumours are true: Lord Darcy has had many flirts. And I confess I think he looks very much like he.... likes you." Jane searched Elizabeth's face for signs of distress. She found Elizabeth strangely impassive.
"Jane, he said loves me," Elizabeth said bluntly.
Jane stared blankly at her sister. "Loves you? Oh Lizzy NO! Are you certain? How can this be? You must be mistaken."
"He said he has loved me since we met at Pemberley." Elizabeth said wistfully.
"Lizzy, you've lost your mind if you believe that." Jane saw her face crumble and regretted her harshness. She tried to soften the situation, "But Lizzy are you certain?"
"Jane, he kissed me." Elizabeth whispered, wiping the tears that were welling up.
"He kissed you! Lizzy! He cannot seriously think you would....But Lizzy, what if he didn't mean it? If it was all a ploy to lure you into.... I mean a rake doesn't mean it when he says I love you. Why, there must be hundreds of women he has said that to."
"Jane, exactly how are you aware of what a rake says or means?" Elizabeth tried to tease.
"Lizzy." Jane blushed. "Exactly what did happen?"
"Oh Jane, it was horrid........ He... he thought..." After a moment she continued with her voice so slightly above a whisper that Jane had to strain to hear her. "He thought I was going to marry his father."
Jane choked back a laugh at this. That was not horrid, infinitesimally stupid, but hardly apocalyptic. Elizabeth glared and continued her narrative, "Then he said he'd been in love with me for months and he kissed me!"
They sat quietly for a moment before Jane suggested, "Maybe Lizzy, he really does wish to marry you."
"Oh, I do hope so." She smiled dreamily.
"Though I fear some people might be unhappy about it." Jane pointed out.
"Like Miss Bingley? Yes, she would attempt to discredit me by suggesting I had set my cap for his lordship.. And Aunt Philips is certain to suggest that we are forced to marry. " Elizabeth sighed. She thought deeply for a moment, "Perhaps if I can convince Papa that his lordship not as loose as people think, then things might be easier." Elizabeth quietly feared that her father would not be so easy to convince. After all, how many men would willingly bestow their favourite daughter on a noted rake?
Elizabeth continued, "I am fooling myself. People are going to gossip. Lord Darcy has his pick of the ton to choose from, so it is bound to be surprising that he chooses a penniless nobody to marry. People are bound to say I trapped him. That will ruin him. Why else would he marry from a penniless nobody unless he was forced to? You know he has the eye of every woman of marriageable age. Perhaps I ought to give him a chance to change his mind. I cannot be the cause of his downfall."
Jane had never seen Lizzy so distraught, so doubtful. It would be useless to talk sense to Elizabeth when she was in this state. Perhaps in the morning she would be able to reason with her sister.
"Lizzy, I know it's very early but perhaps you ought to lie down and rest. Mr. Bingley has arranged for us to stay the night." Jane led her to the bed and tucked her in. "We can talk more in the morning."
Lizzy sighed, "If only my heart were untouched, none of this would matter. Jane, you mustn't tell anyone my feelings. Lord Darcy must never know that I... that he could affect me so..."
"Don't worry dearest, just rest now."
Darcy stretched comfortably in front of the fire in his chambers. He had the look of a man extremely satisfied with himself. There was no denying it. He was very pleased with the results of his interview with Elizabeth. She was not going to be his mother, and she had kissed him. The lady clearly returned his affection, and probably even loved him. If not she soon would love him, there was little doubt of that. Yes, Darcy was a very satisfied man.
"Darcy?" Bingley entered the room. "Everything is arranged, though my sister is excessively displeased. I pacified her by pointing out Miss Elizabeth would probably spend the rest of the evening in her room, while you would join us downstairs."
This news startled Darcy out of his revelry. "Bing you idiot! Why would you promise I would spend the evening in your sister's company?"
Bingley glared at his friend.
"Oh very well," Darcy spat. "I can endure even Miss Bingley's simpering for one night. Miss Bennet will be down right? Well than your sister will curb her abuse of Elizabeth at least while she is present." Thoughts of Elizabeth invaded Darcy's mind and he was once again lost to his friend.
"Darcy.... DARCE! You never told me what happened outside."
A slow smile spread across the viscount's face as he told Bingley the story.
"Let me see if I understand this Darcy. You kiss the girl, without her permission, and when she pushes you away, you knock her into the stream? I say those methods are a bit extreme aren't they?"
"Shut up Bing." Bingley grinned, which goaded Darcy on, "Look...We fell. FELL. I did NOT push Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth?"
"MISS Elizabeth," he said through gritted teeth.
"SO you're going to propose?"
"As soon as possible." Darcy stretched by the fire; he was smiling almost smugly.
"And you are certain the lady returns your affections?"
Darcy bolted upright in his chair. "Of course I am you dunderhead. She kissed me."
Bingley stared intently at his friend saying nothing.
"Bingley? You're not trying to suggest that Miss Elizabeth doesn't care for me?"
"You know Darcy a second ago you sounded just like your father. And if either of you ever asked me, I would have to say your most significant fault is total absence of humility. For more than ten years you've been one of the ultimate 'catches'. No lady has ever said no to you, no matter what you've offered," Bingley said gently.
Darcy's pride kept him from speculating about Elizabeth's motives. HE would not fall for a gold- digger. Changing the subject he said, "At least I know she is NOT marrying my father."
Bingley grinned again, "Excellent. I was wondering when you would figure that out."
"YOU KNEW!"
"Of course. Your father set the whole thing up. I was to keep you from doing anything entirely stupid."
"My father!" he roared. "Bingley you traitorous cur! You dog! I ought to call you out for the misery you have let me wallow in."
Bingley quickly retreated towards the door, not wanting to deal with an angry Darcy. "Just remember I wasn't the one planning it. Your father thought you and Miss Elizabeth would deal well together. And he was right!" Bingley scurried out the door as Darcy uttered colourful expletives regarding Bingley's lack of parentage.
I was manipulate into this! My own father! Curse him! He's always trying to manipulate the situation. D--- m couldn't he just once leave me alone. Isn't it bad enough I'm hounded by every marriageable female and her mother, now my own father pokes his nose in..... Darcy paced and muttered to himself. This news threw him for a loop and put a decided damper on his previous feelings of happiness. Bingley knew. I wonder who else plotted against me.... Elizabeth!? Surely she wouldn't, she couldn't, participate in such a deception. This horrid thought preyed on his mind all through the rest of the evening and Darcy remained in a black mood well into the next day.
A brief tête-à-tête after supper gave Jane the opportunity to speak with Mr. Bingley and convince him that he had made a muddle of things. Jane begged him to subtley reassure Lord Darcy that Elizabeth was indeed deeply in love and just suffering from her own doubts. Bingley, anticipating how Jane would be extremely grateful if he could straighten the situation out, made his way excitedly to Darcy's room.
It had been a long frustrating day for the viscount and he wanted nothing more at this point than another brandy and a good night sleep. A good night sleep was insured as this was to be his fifth brandy.
"Peters, what is it with women?" he asked Peters who was occupied removing Darcy's boots.
"Pardon sir?"
"How is it that I cannot find just one decent female amongst the whole race?"
"I always thought Lady Georgiana was unexceptionable sir."
"But..." Darcy sputtered, "I am NOT thinking of sisters right now Peters."
"Yes sir," he smirked. Fortunately Darcy was studying the ceiling intently and missed the gleam in his valet's eye. "I rather thought Miss Bennet was a good lady."
"Harumph. Bingley should be very happy with her, if he ever gets around to proposing. The dang fool ought to sweep her off her feet and stop all this pussy-footing around."
Darcy sat up to allow Peters to finish removing his boots when Bingley entered.
"Darcy?"
"Bingley? We were just speaking of you." The bright gleam in Darcy's eye made Bingley cringe; a drunk Darcy was a morbid Darcy.
"Really?"
"You my friend need to marry Miss Bennn" the rest was lost as Darcy finished off his brandy.
"Who is Miss Benny?"
"Don't be daft. That blonde you've been dangling after all month."
"Yes I will. But what about you?"
"I don't want her!"
"Oh, I know that. I meant you and Miss Elizabeth"
Darcy winced at her name, "She only wants my money."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that."
Darcy spun around and seized Bingley by the shoulders. Bingley desperately wished Darcy hadn't since it made for a greater likelihood that Darcy would shake him severely.
He did. "D--m it man. What do you mean?"
"Well, I spoke with Miss Bennet. She was quite outspoken regarding her sister's well-being."
"Good God. What's wrong?" What is wrong with her?! Have you sent for a doctor?"
Bingley gritted his teeth, "Try to clear your alcohol laden senses and think. She's not ill. Apparently she believes that your declaration tonight was only an attempt to flirt. So while YOU are drinking away your sorrows SHE is crying away hers. You are BOTH behaving stupidly."
"Of all the idiotic foolishness...." Darcy released Bingley, much to his relief, and strode out into the hall. Reaching Elizabeth's door he banged furiously on it.
When Jane ventured to open it, Darcy demanded to see Elizabeth. The dangerous glare in Jane's eye made Darcy step back and apologise for disturbing them.
"My sister is asleep sir. Perhaps in the morning she will feel up to receiving you." Jane looked over his dishevelled clothing and added, "Though I suggest something more appropriate for a morning visit."
"I'm sorry... But Bingley barged in and then he told me I was being stupid."
"I agree."
"Well, I wanted to tell Elizabeth that..... Oh h---l. Just get her up and let me talk to her."
Jane's words made Darcy's blood run cold and did a great to sober him up. "Lord Darcy kindly refrain from cursing. You are in no position to make demands. YOU have hurt my sister enough and I will NOT allow you to further importune her. Good night." Jane made to shut the door but was stopped by Darcy.
"Please, I only want to.... assure her." Some small part of Darcy's brain screamed out that THE Viscount Darcy, heir to the Marquis of Beresford, DID NOT beg. He drew himself up to his full, and impressive height. "Please tell Elizabeth that tomorrow when you return to Longbourn I will be accompanying you and I will speak to your father."
Jane softened, "So you did mean it."
"Yes," he said simply.
Jane smiled angelically, "Then I will be pleased to tell her your message. I'm sure we will see you in the morning. Good Night."
Darcy slumped against the wall across the hall and wondered if all Bennets were able to castigate with a glance when angered. I'd better tread carefully with their father.
Whatever plans could be made by Darcy or Elizabeth mattered for naught the next day with the arrival of an express for his lordship. Elizabeth, having breakfasted alone in her room, decided she felt strong enough to venture downstairs, and reached parlour just as Darcy finished reading it. His pale countenance would have been an obvious indication of trouble had he not begun to run from the room and oblivious to Elizabeth's presence, knocked her down in his haste to exit.
"Elizabeth! I beg you pardon. Did I... are you hurt?"
"No, thank you. I am fine. But you...."
"I.... yes... that is.... I must go." Darcy left abruptly and Elizabeth could hear him calling for his valet and Mr. Bingley.
That was when she noticed the letter on the floor. His lordship must have dropped it when they collided. Elizabeth picked it up and considered breaching propriety by reading it. Pity Mama isn't here. All of Hertfordshire would know what it said. Rather than behave like her mother, Elizabeth made her way to Darcy's chambers and Peters answered her knock.
"Lord Darcy dropped this in the parlour. I thought perhaps he would want it."
"Who is it Peters!?" Darcy bellowed.
"Miss Bennet sir."
"What the devil does she want." Darcy muttered loudly and flung open the door.
Elizabeth stiffened and handed him the letter, "You dropped this, sir. I was returning it." She moved to take her leave before he could yell again.
"Oh it's you... I thought your sister was here to give me another upbraiding." Darcy impulsively grabbed for her hand, "Elizabeth....Thank you. I'm sorry. I am somewhat distracted." Elizabeth turned to face him, smiling gently:
"I hope all will be well soon." She motioned to the letter, "I did not read it; but by your actions I surmise something is amiss."
"My father has taken ill. I am needed at Pemberley." Elizabeth gazed at Darcy with such tenderness it made his breath catch. The doubts that had assailed them last night were gone now; the truth was too clearly painted on their faces to deny. She desired to comfort him and he in turn was forced to restrain his own impulse to embrace her. They were forced to be content with a lingering kiss on her hand. "Elizabeth I wish I were able to speak to your father today."
"You must go."
Darcy smiled, "I will return as soon as I am able."
"I wish you a safe journey. Please, give my best to your family."
Elizabeth's curiosity was relieved a few days later with the arrival of a letter from Georgiana. Darcy had only just arrived and given Georgiana Elizabeth's message.
Papa is not terribly sick Lizzy, but the doctor insists he must remain in bed and NOT exert himself. So he insists Fitzwilliam come home and supervise the harvest. I think it entirely unnecessary for my brother to come home. George is here and is very eager to help. And certainly George can do as much as Fitzwilliam can if Papa would give him a chance. It is very odd, but George never complains, he merely finds ways to entertain me. I must say I do like having someone else here who I can talk to. Things are so dreadfully dull as Fitzwilliam is always working and Papa must stay in his room and remain quiet. I am allowed to see him only once a day when I say goodnight, else that horrid nurse keeps him locked away. Fitzwilliam is terribly distracted when he is home; he often sits and stares at the fireplace, or out of a window with a vacant expression. I sometimes wonder what he is thinking about. Whatever it is it must be very pleasant because when I am able to get his attention he is very kind and hardly ever even teases me. I think it must be very hard to work in the fields all day.
Georgiana's letter caused Elizabeth to feel some anxiety. She missed Fitzwilliam and now she was worried about Georgie and Beresford. Was Georgie about to do something stupid? It sounded a good deal like Mr. Wickham had insinuated himself into Georgie's life. Elizabeth prayed Lord Darcy would see the problems and prevent Mr. Wickham from making further mischief. Then she scolded herself for doubting that Darcy would take care of his family. Hadn't she seen already how devoted he was to his family and to Pemberley. And it was not her place to interfere in his family. But then Georgie was her friend, and her friend seemed in danger of thinking too well of a scoundrel. Thus Elizabeth wrote back, urging Georgie to take care around Mr. Wickham, reminding her of her father's warnings to them both. She hoped Georgie would not act stupidly but guard her heart
Elizabeth was then very shocked to see the same Mr. Wickham not two weeks later as she and her sisters, and Mr. Bingley of course, walked into Meryton. Mr. Bingley was a regular fixture now at Longbourn; his presence at their dinner table was guaranteed at least twice a week. Elizabeth couldn't help feeling a little jealous that Jane's beau was present and in all likelihood going to ask for Jane's hand in marriage, while hers was miles away and had yet to ask for her hand, despite his promise to do so. Mr. Wickham was properly introduced to everyone. Immediately a great favourite with Lydia and Kitty, thanks to his charming manners, handsome face, and impending red coat, Wickham was invited and encouraged to join the gathering forming at the Phillips that evening.
The evening was pleasant and afforded Elizabeth an opportunity to speak with Mr. Wickham. Wickham extended every courtesy and effort to be agreeable to everyone he met and it seemed as if he took great pains to recall his previous acquaintance with Elizabeth at Pemberley. Reassured that she remembered him as agreeable he proceeded to speak intimately of Darcy, Georgie and the state of things at Pemberley. The Marquis, it seemed to Wickham, was very displeased with Darcy regarding some attachment he had formed and the whole house was in an uproar. Wickham noticed the tightening of her jaw and smiled maliciously. His words gripped Elizabeth with icy fingers.
"What a pity the Marquis should be saddled with such unpleasantness when he is so very ill." Elizabeth spoke with much more calm than she felt. "Though I would expect, from my knowledge of him, that all will soon be made well. For certainly I never saw a father more devoted to his children's health and happiness."
Wickham's flicker of surprise was not missed by Elizabeth, though he quickly squelched it. "Indeed. I would say the old Marquis is all that is amiable and good."
"Would you? I think there are few who would not agree. I dare say you were there often enough, you would know the level of respect and love everyone feels for him."
Wickham knew not how to answer this and was quite relieved when Lydia approached to demand a dance from him.
The next day found the Bennet house in an uproar as Mr. Bingley, Mr. Wickham, Denny, Carter, Saunderson, and two others Elizabeth did not know paid a call.
"Confound it." muttered Mr. Bennet. "Why must we be overrun by gentlemen callers? I've half a mind to put you all on the front lawn for the taking just to have some peace and quiet again."
"But Mr. Bennet surely you want our girls to marry well. Why if we send Mr. Bingley away than what will Jane do? And I'm sure that nice Mr. Wickham will do for Lizzy, though why she ought to have a beau and not my dear Lydia, when Miss Lizzy was cruel enough to refuse Mr. Collins."
Mr. Bennet shut the library door, very firmly.
Lydia pulled her sister aside. "Lizzy you don't really like Wickham do you?" Lydia asked.
"Don't fret Lydia, I'm in no way interested in Mr. Wickham. He's very agreeable and handsome, but no.... not for me."
"Lizzy you are the strangest creature. I understand not wishing to marry Mr. Collins, but why don't you like Wickham? Mind you I'm not suggesting that you set your cap for Wickham, but Lord Lizzy, do you never want to marry?"
Elizabeth smiled at her youngest sister, "Perhaps someday." She refused to say anything more about the dreamy look in her eye and Lydia was left to speculate about her sister.
Lydia's speculation grew into full fantasy when she heard from Kitty, who had it from Maria Lucas, who had spoken to her maid, who was cousin to a housemaid at Netherfield, that there was something going on between Elizabeth Bennet and Viscount Darcy. They were seen together alone the night before Darcy had to suddenly leave.
Upon this Elizabeth was summoned to her father's library one afternoon.
"Now then Lizzy. I have heard an alarming report from your mother that you are, or rather were, trifling with Lord Darcy." She noticed the gleam in her father's eye and smiled her agreement to his game.
"Oh, yes sir. I misused him terribly. I dare say the poor man is now ruined, for life."
"Ohhhhh, Elizabeth how CAN you say such horrid things! This is no laughing matter! I demand to know if you have been....." Mrs. Bennet paused for a brief apoplectic fit.
"What you mother wishes to know my dear is if his Lordship behaved in any way which might necessitate me... um.... harumph.... calling him out?" Elizabeth stifled a laugh.
"No sir. Though I think if you would like to meet Lord Darcy I could arrange matters for us."
Mrs. Bennet recovered enough to wail loudly at the insensibility of her family towards her nerves. Lizzy's father winked and nodded, she ducked out quickly before her mother could recover.
The advent of November brought several changes with it. The rumours, speculation, gossip and other assorted trivialities regarding Elizabeth and Lord Darcy died down, as they always do, as soon as there was news of a more interesting and substantial nature to report: In this case: Mr. Bingley finally worked up the courage to ask for Jane Bennet's hand. Mr. Bennet was heartily glad and hoped this meant Bingley would quit making such a nuisance of himself at Longbourn. This suggestion was quickly dismissed and Bingley was encouraged to make himself as much at home as he liked. Elizabeth, desperately jealous of her sisters happiness, was still delighted with Jane's good fortune. Her jealousy was short-lived for November also brought Darcy back to Netherfield, and with him came Georgiana and Col. Geoffrey Fitzwilliam.
Elizabeth had no knowledge of their impending arrival and was very surprised one day when Jane, coerced her to Netherfield, deposited her in the parlour and left. Not a quarter of an hour later Darcy entered the room. Elizabeth was so stunned at his unexpected appearance she could do nothing beyond gasp, "Oh!"
There was little opportunity for conversation after that as Darcy crossed the room swiftly and enveloped her in an embrace which lifted her off the floor and kept them occupied for several minutes.
When she finally regained her wits and footing, Elizabeth asked, "But when did you get here?"
"Just last night. Bingley help set this up so we might have a few moments together. Did you mind very much?" he said impishly.
"No" she answered. Darcy kissed her again before leading her to a sofa.
Sitting next to her he grasped her hands, "Elizabeth, you have..." The door opened, cutting him off. Darcy glared at the unwanted visitor, who grinned back good-naturedly and glanced appreciatively at Elizabeth. Darcy scowled, "Miss Elizabeth Bennet, allow me to introduce my cousin, Colonel Geoffrey Fitzwilliam.
Posted on Wednesday, 1 November 2000
In the Netherfield Library
"Charles! How could you let him disturb them like that?" Jane was glaring despondently at her beloved but currently dog-housed fiancée. She was of course referring to Colonel Fitzwilliam and the lovebirds who were hopefully making good use of their time in the parlour.
"Now Jane, it will be all right. It's not like I had much of a choice. He would ask where Darcy was and I could hardly tell him not to disturb them because you were hoping to give Darce time to propose to your sister." Charles desperately tried to find a way to pacify his beloved.
"But you could have said you weren't certain, or told him to look in the.... In the Conservatory." The conservatory of course being at the opposite end of the house from the parlour where Darcy and Elizabeth were ensconced.
Poor Bingley looked shocked. "You don't think I should have lied."
"That's exactly what I DO think."
"But Jane, darling. I can't lie; I'm terrible at it. And you wouldn't want me to go against my principles, would you?" Charles gave Jane his most innocent expression hoping to get her mind off being angry with him. It worked; Jane was a sucker for Charles' big-brown-eyed-sad-faced-lost-puppy-look. "Besides, Fitzwilliam is a great fellow, a bruising rider. And he's even more personable than Darcy, and you must admit EVERYBODY likes Darcy."
Jane smiled at him, and just to be sure she wouldn't fly off at him again, Charles wrapped his arms around her and led her to the sofa, where for several minutes they were very busy cuddling.
"Charles, oh for goodness sake, can't the two of you wait until the wedding. Honestly I would think at least YOU would realize the improper.."
"CAROLINE!" Charles screeched. The tone caused Miss Bingley to pause in her tirade and purse her lips. Charles never yelled, especially at her; it must be that Bennet influence.
Charles ignored her pout and continued holding Jane who was turning an unusual but not unbecoming shade of crimson, "Did you want something?"
"Viscount Darcy."
Jane tried hard not to smirk and contented herself the obvious thought: Everyone knows that Caroline
"I believe he went to the..." Charles looked at Jane who finished for him, "the conservatory."
A swirl of skirts, a slamming door and Caroline was gone, leaving Jane and Charles in peace.
Meanwhile in the Parlour
It was fortunate for Colonel Geoffrey Fitzwilliam that looks could not actually kill, else he would have immediately joined the ranks of those appealing to St. Peter for entrance through the pearly gates. As it was, he deftly ignored his cousin's glares and made himself agreeable to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, in part because she was charming and beautiful, and also because it annoyed Darcy and that was worth any effort.
"Miss Bennet I am delighted to meet you. I have heard a great deal about you already you know and I have been most anxious to meet the paragon of beauty and talent who has so captured Darcy's entire family." With a feather kiss on her welcoming hand, and a smirk at his cousin, Geoffrey led her to sit on the sofa.
For the next two minutes it appeared to Viscount Darcy that his future with Miss Elizabeth Bennet teetered precariously as he watched the lady being drawn into conversation with his charming and gregarious cousin. For her part, Elizabeth, suddenly finding herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever encountered, felt herself swimming in oceanic depths as they discussed such mundane topics as Hertfordshire weather. The pleasant sensation lasted until she remembered that she noticed Darcy's rather forlorn visage.
Elizabeth choked on a laugh and attempted to put off the Colonel's admiration of her. "I believe Colonel Fitzwilliam that any reports you may have received have been entirely exaggerated."
"Come now Miss Bennet. I have eyes in my head. Darcy was not far from the truth when he called you the loveliest lady that the gods dared part with from heaven."
"Good lord Geoffrey. I've never said anything so ridiculous in my life." Darcy said much affronted that such a silly statement would be attributed to him.
"SO you deny that she is beautiful...?" Colonel Fitzwilliam teased.
"Not at all. But I DO have the ability to express it better than that." Darcy shot back. "I believe my exact words were, 'Elizabeth's beauty makes the heavens pale with their loss."
"An equally silly statement if you ask me." Geoffrey smirked. Darcy glowered.
"I suppose you could compose a better compliment?"
"Lady Hester Worthington thought so."
"Lady Hester was seventeen and a complete feather-head."
"That did not stop you from..."
"Gentlemen," Elizabeth silenced them, "as gratified as I am by this discussion of your obvious charms, I would prefer a more rational discussion. Tell me Colonel how your journey was."
Geoffrey was gratified by her attentions and launched into an amusing account of their trip. Darcy fretted and contemplated ways of removing Geoffrey, or at least a way of getting Elizabeth alone. The lady herself soon answered that unspoken question as she turned a dazzlingly false smile upon the gentlemen and excused herself, explaining that Viscount Darcy had promised her walk in the garden and she really must go fetch her pelisse and bonnet.
Fitzwilliam was the first to speak, "Well done cousin. Georgiana was quite accurate when she said Miss Elizabeth was delightful; quite handsome too I think. I shall have to try to steal her from you."
Darcy's laugh was hollow, "You may try Geoffrey but be warned: I will not give her up easily. You'll have to fight me for this one."
Geoffrey gave him a curious glance, "No Darcy, I've no desire to fight you just for a bit of skirt. There are more than enough for all of us. Unless she comes handsomely dowered? No? I didn't think so." Fitzwilliam clapped him on the back and left the room. Darcy watched him go, an uneasy feeling churning in his stomach.
Elizabeth returned to the parlour a few minutes later, cautiously scanning the room with an anxious look. She was relieved to find Darcy still there, and alone. "Oh, good. I was afraid you would not take my hint about a walk and I would not know where to find you."
"You deliberately left so Geoffrey would go away?" Darcy asked, still somewhat distracted over Geoffrey.
"Of course I did. A girl does not like to have a proposal viewed by everyone."
"Proposal?"
"Well at least that's what I assume you were about to do when your cousin interrupted us." She looked at his face and frowned. "Now don't tell me you are upset that I know. Or have you changed your mind and are not planning to ask me?"
"You are a wicked creature." Darcy embraced her. "How do you contrive to throw me off my guard so frequently? You make me feel like backwards stammering schoolboy."
Elizabeth laughed, "Do I?" The challenging light in her eyes encouraged Darcy to kiss her ruthlessly until Geoffrey interrupted them again.
"Ahem. I thought I might find you in here."
"You have the most annoying timing." Darcy didn't even bother to look up; Elizabeth was turning a charming shade of pink.
"But I have a commission to carry out: your sister requests that when you've finished your conversation with Miss Elizabeth, Georgiana would like to see her."
"So noted. Now go away."
"Georgiana is here! Oh I must go see her" Elizabeth exclaimed and tried to wriggle from Darcy's grasp.
"Hang Georgie and everyone else. WE are NOT finished."
Elizabeth looked meekly at the ground; though her eyes were sparking and there was a teasing smile tugging at her lips, "Yes my lord. Anything else milord?"
"Witch." Darcy grinned, "What if we take our walk now?"
Geoffrey cleared his throat. "The weather's turned you know. It's raining too hard for a garden walk. Thought from the looks of things when I came in, you were not going to make it to the garden soon." The double entendre hit its mark and Geoffrey smirked as he made himself comfortable by the fire, casually inviting Darcy and Elizabeth to join him.
Elizabeth, having excused herself from Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam, went questing to find Georgie. Her task was actually easier than expected. Elizabeth logically started in the music room and was rewarded with Georgie leaping off the pianoforte bench and enveloping Elizabeth in a toppling hug.
"Oh Lizzy, I've missed you."
"And I you my friend. Tell me how your journey was."
Georgie elaborated the tedious details of traveling across the country with one's brother and cousin for company. She then regaled her with tales of Colonel Fitzwilliam's exploits, mostly military, as Darcy and Geoffrey were careful to shield her from any tales of their amorous adventures. Elizabeth learned Georgie's cousin was a much decorated and very respected colonel who had even seen action in France during Napoleon's last battle.
"Enough of Geoffrey. Tell me about Fitzwilliam. How did he propose? When is the wedding? What can I be part of? OH Lizzy let me help you go shopping for your bride clothes. Do you think you'll come live at Pemberley? I hope so. It will be wonderful having a sister around."
"Georgie.... Georgie... GEORGIANA!" The shouting had the desired effect and Georgie stopped talking. "I would be glad to have you help and I really do think living at Pemberley with you would be great fun.... But Georgie he hasn't asked me yet."
"He hasn't asked...?" Georgie sat stunned. "What the devil is he waiting for?! I have a good notion to give him a thorough scolding. The utter lame-brained...."
"Georgiana stop. He has tried, at least I think he was trying to propose, but we were interrupted twice." Elizabeth hoped to calm her friend down before Georgie took a notion into her head to intervene on Elizabeth's behalf. "Please, don't interfere."
"But what if he doesn't..."
"I very much hope he does, but only if HE wishes to marry me. Your raking him down will not help if he has decided against offering for me." Elizabeth and Georgie shared a weak smile. "Now, tell me about the preparations for you come out. I want to hear about all the dresses you have persuaded your father you need."
Elizabeth and Jane returned to Longbourn after dinner, though if truth be told Elizabeth irritably thought it most unjust that she should have to leave before Darcy had a chance to properly propose; meanwhile Darcy, reassured his beloved's affections were for him alone, felt in no particular hurry to propose that evening, though he realized it would not due to leave things unsettled, especially with Fitzwilliam in the vicinity. Darcy determined to visit her in the morning and contrive a few moments alone to pursue his suit. It was decided that the merry trio would make its way to Longbourn as early as possible: Charles to call on Jane, Darcy to propose to Elizabeth, and Geoffrey Fitzwilliam because he was loathe to remain alone with Miss Bingley for the morning.
"So Charles, tell me about the Bennets." Colonel Fitzwilliam prodded the fire as he tried to make conversation. Georgiana and Caroline had retired for the evening and the men were seated comfortably in the library doing their best to reduce Bingley's supply of weak, dull brandy.
"The Bennets? Mr. Bennet owns Longbourn, just three miles from here. A nice piece of property, unfortunately entailed to some cousin." Colonel Fitzwilliam looked very unimpressed with this information. Bingley grinned and gave the information he was seeking, "There are five daughters. Jane is the eldest and Elizabeth is the second eldest. Then there are Misses Mary, Kitty, and Lydia."
"Are the others as charming and beautiful?"
"No." injected Darcy, noting the familiar gleam in his cousin's eye. "And they are very young."
"Hmm. Pity. Perhaps..." Fitzwilliam raised a challenging eyebrow at Darcy.
"NO."
"No? Dear cousin what have I said to set your back up?" Geoffrey asked most innocently.
"Fitzwilliam. They are NOT just bits of skirt for you." There was a low growl to Darcy's voice that frightened Bingley and amused Geoffrey.
"I say Darcy, I have a splendid cognac for you to try." Bingley valiantly tried to steer the gentlemen onto a new conversation
"Give it up Bingley. I'll promise to stay away from Darcy's precious Miss Elizabeth, if only to keep him from murdering me in my bed."
"I hardly think you need worry about that" Bingley hesitantly injected. Darcy and Geoffrey were staring calmly at one another, though their eyes were already in the meadow with pistols at some ungodly early hour. "I've never known Darcy to be violent."
Geoffrey shrugged, breaking eye contact, "I suppose we are all a bit tired and on edge tonight. Come Darcy, cry friends with me and have a drink. Your lady and her sisters are safe from me."
Viscount Darcy regarded his cousin coolly. There was much more to this than Geoffrey was telling. Perhaps he ought to try to get to the bottom of it now.
"Truly I never doubted that, but what else are you up to Geoffrey?" Darcy saw his cousin hesitate.
"Nothing Darce. What makes you say that?" He spoke with what he hoped was casualness.
Darcy raised an eyebrow skeptically before saying "You are have been deliberately trying to pester me about Elizabeth all evening and YOU are the last person to voluntarily stay in a house with Caroline Bingley."
Geoffrey gave a shout of laughter, "I should have known you would see through me. I do have a commission to carry out Darce, but it's not for anyone's ears so let us turn attention to Bingley's cognac. Perhaps it will be better than the brandy."
That night George Wickham stomped through the dense foliage; his contact was late, worse than late if there could be such a thing and in his nervous anticipation Wickham was certain there was. Five more minutes, that's all, and then he would have to return to the inn. If he waited any longer his fellow officers were certain to become suspicious: Wickham hadn't been in town long enough to meet any of the local talent and what other reason could he have for hanging around outside a tavern, especially in this weather.
Of all the stupid situations I've gotten myself into. Well when this is over... Wickham paused; he had no idea what to do when this was over. A small part of him wanted a respectable quiet life somewhere: a nice estate, wife, kids... but that would mean giving up the pleasures of London; though many men managed to do both, but they were wealthy and titled. Wealth he might accomplish through this venture. Wickham shivered and gave up waiting. His contact must have decided to stay indoors. Smart man Wickham thought before he went back inside the inn.
Wickham fears were actually well founded, in the distance a figure watched and waited. If he was patient, Wickham would soon let down his guard, make a mistake, and then he would have him right where he wanted him.
"Fitzwilliam!" Georgiana's whine carried clearly across the grounds of Longbourn; even the birds paused in shock. "I was talking to Lizzy before you. I don't see why I need to be banished from your company. We can all have a nice chat. Besides, the only other ones to talk to are Lydia and Geoffrey. And while I like Lydia, Geoffrey is too stuffy."
Elizabeth bit her lip in an effort to contain her laughter. Darcy was certainly not amused and looked as if he might consider dunking his sister in the pond just to be rid of her. Exactly why was it so hard to get a few moments alone with Elizabeth. He was beginning to fear that he would have to propose in public or become a monk. Darcy grabbed his sister by the elbow and escorted her a few feet away.
"Georgie," he hissed, "Do you want Elizabeth as a sister or not?"
"Of course I do. I've told you that at least a dozen times. Honestly! One of these days you are going to have to start listening to me. Papa tells you all the time not to let your attention wander. You ought to start attending more. You're not feeling feverish are you? That might explain this. Let me feel your forehead. Oh now bend down and quit being a baby. Not want Elizabeth as a sister. As if I should ever suggest anything so shabby. I mean why else have we come all this way. Not to visit Miss Bingley I can tell you that. Even Papa thinks we're here so you can propose. Though for the life of me I can't see what's taking you so long..... Oh, you mean now"
"Yes Georgie. NOW." Darcy glared.
Georgie let out a squeal of excitement and scampered off to find Lydia. Darcy turned back to Elizabeth and managed to smile. Now that they were alone he was suddenly tongue-tied. He shook his head to clear an image of Fitzwilliam imitating his stuttering proposal at family gatherings for the next twenty years. Elizabeth finally cleared her throat and looked enquiringly. Darcy took her hand, studying it for a moment.
"I don't think I ever realised what lovely hands you have."
"Pardon?" This was not what she wanted him to say! Yes my hands are nice, now put the ring on it!
Darcy smiled at the petulant expression on her face. She really resembled child who was just told she would have to wait to open her Christmas presents. He teased her gently by examining her fingers in detail and then finally:
"Your hands are really quite beautifully shaped, delicate but strong. And I would be honoured to see you wear my ring. Dearest Elizabeth will you marry me?"
Elizabeth tried very hard not to sigh in relief. But really when a girl has waited this long and the gentleman has failed to come up to scratch before, relief really is foremost in her mind. Still Elizabeth managed to smile, and from somewhere tears sprang unbidden to her eyes.
There was really nothing more to be said beyond her yes, and they occupied themselves for many moments silently absorbing each other's rapturous countenances. that is until Georgiana decided she could stand it no longer, bounded up and demanded to know if he had finally succeeded in proposing. Upon receiving an affirmative from both, Georgiana shooed her brother away and begged Elizabeth for the details. Lord Darcy excused himself and went to find Mr. Bennet.
Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. It amused Mr. Bennet to see such irritation on Darcy's face. He smiled slightly and leaned forward.
"No."
"No?" Had he heard Mr. Bennet correctly? His suit was refused.
"Good I see your hearing works. And before you go ranting and raving about what an eligible match this is let me tell you a few things. Lizzy is my dearest daughter and I will do everything in my power to prevent her from a disastrous alliance."
Darcy started to protest but was silenced by the wave of a hand. "Yes, yes I know all about your wealth and connections and title. I'm even aware that Lizzy believes herself in love with you. What I do not believe in is your ability to make her happy. I am not ignorant my lord of your reputation. And while there are many who would welcome you and your title and your fortune as husband to their daughters. I do not. I will not condemn Elizabeth to sleepless nights worrying about where you've taken off to, nor will I have her exposed to the cruelty and embarrassment you will heap on her after you've tired of her and are off to other pursuits. MY daughter, Lord Darcy, is not for you."
Mr. Bennet was quite flushed when he finished his speech and Darcy allowed them both a moment to cool down.
Viscount Darcy was not of a sporting nature. In his very early days he found he lacked the prowess required of truly top rate Corinthians. He was known to have indulged in a round at Jacksons to drive off certain aggressions and he was a top rate fencer, a sport he turned to particularly when the weather prohibited his favourite sporting indulgence of hunting. As to other sports, when it came it to handling the reins his mind was too frequently occupied with other matters to worry about driving within an inch, excluding him from membership in the Four Horse Club; a fact which did not sadden his lordship who preferred snowy white cravats to the spotted ones which were de rigeur for Four Horse Club members. Darcy as well lacked the bloodlust, and liked his fortune too much, to turn to gaming.
Indeed had it not been for his extraordinarily handsome countenance and equally extraordinary fortune, plus a sincere and deep appreciation for charms of the fairer sex, there were many of the younger set who would declare Darcy a dead bore. He was therefore fortunate that Elizabeth preferred a good mind and excellent character to sporting and gaming, to say nothing of his obvious appreciation for her charms.
He loved her.
Having a good fortune, title, and handsome countenance assured Darcy that his suit would be looked upon favourably by the Bennet family; it would have been looked upon favourably by any family, saving the royal family and they were a strange lot to begin with. Thus this turn of events shocked Darcy considerably. Denied. Rejected. And by her father too. Was the man blind? Or on the edge of insanity?
While Darcy was not a sporting man, nor a gamester, he did know how to read an opponent. Almost thirty years with his father had taught him that lesson in spades. It would do no good to oppose Mr. Bennet directly; perhaps if he tried to bring him around slowly.
"I can see sir that you have some serious objections. I can only reassure you that they are unfounded and that Elizabeth's happiness would be paramount to me."
Mr. Bennet regarded Viscount Darcy carefully. He sounded sincere, but then men have that ability to sound sincere and still behave abominably. Did Elizabeth really accept this rake? Was she out of her mind? Mr. Bennet was disappointed. Of all of his children he had thought Elizabeth displayed some degree of sense, but now to be proven wrong like this... that she would accept such a man.
Elizabeth would be one and twenty in a few months. She could marry without his consent then, but would she want to? Had it been Jane he would have no doubts about her loyalty, but Lizzy? Well, it wouldn't be wise to count on familial loyalty if she were determined to have this man. But as her father, he had to try. Perhaps by the time her birthday arrived he could talk some sense into her. Or send her away somewhere. At least he'd give Darcy something to think about.
"I have seen nothing to indicate that is so. MY mind is firm Lord Darcy. I will not consent."
Darcy bid Mr. Bennet good day and tried not to slam the door. It only made a slightly louder than normal thump. Mr. Bennet returned to his book but the morning's events were not soon forgotten.