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Chapter 30

Posted on 2015-01-12

Wednesday, March 3, 1813 - Pemberley

When Elizabeth looked out her window, it was obvious that walking outdoors would not be an option today. A brisk wind was blowing and the rain almost looked like ice. She dressed and wandered downstairs anyway and found Darcy waiting for her as he had the past two days. "Good morning Miss Elizabeth! I think you will agree that a walk outdoors is not to be pursued this morning. I was going to suggest we stroll around the conservatory instead. Does that suit?"

"It suits very well indeed, Mr. Darcy."

Offering her his arm, he led her through a circuitous route which prompted her to exclaim, "I see you are trying to ensure I cannot find this conservatory without your direction, sir!"

"You have uncovered my plan, Miss Bennet. Having seen it once, I know you will want to visit it often and will have to call on my services to guide you there." Saying this, he then led her through a passage way and into the conservatory. It was a very large building and quite warm even in the early morning. Elizabeth released his arm and began to walk by herself stopping every few steps to admire another flower or smell a blossom. Darcy explained that they grew mainly flowers and fruit in the conservatory. Greenhouses, which lay just beyond the conservatory, were where they grew vegetables and greens for the kitchen. Their wanderings eventually brought them to an area with a fountain and several benches and a table. Darcy invited her to sit and joined her in listening to the sound of the fountain in a companionable silence. Finally she turned to him, "I believe I have a question for you, Mr. Darcy."

"Indeed, I await your interrogation Miss Bennet."

"There will be no interrogation this morning, sir. I am requesting, not questioning. Speak to me of you childhood, what manner of boy were you? What did you do? Who were your friends? I would know the young Mr. Darcy."

Darcy felt acutely uncomfortable. His habits of privacy were such that he had rarely talked of his childhood with anyone. He could see Elizabeth watching him closely and was quite certain that his reluctance to disclose this part of himself was obvious to her. Yet if he expected to win her affections, he knew he could have few secrets from her. Not that there was anything particular bad about his childhood, it was simply that he was not comfortable talking about it. "Miss Bennet, I am sure you can see that I am uncomfortable talking about my past. At the risk of boring you to tears, I will attempt to do so."

"Thank you Mr. Darcy. I am not that easily bored."

"So be it. Never accuse me of not warning you." He paused for a few seconds, "I do not have any memories until I suppose I was about four or five years of age. My parents were very traditional and I was in the nursery until I was twelve, I think. My earliest memories are of Christmas. I do not remember if it was at Pemberley or Matlock, since we spent alternate years at each. I can remember the Christmases mainly because my cousins were there and I had someone to play with."

"You had no others to play with?"

"Not that I remember. Wickham was a playmate, though a year or two younger but not always available. During the summers my parents and I would visit the Matlocks for extended periods or they would visit us. I seem to remember spending whole summers in their company. James was three years older than I and Richard, a year older. Frances was three years younger and a proper hoyden as I remember her as a child. We all would roam Pemberley or Matlock on horseback as we got older."

"When did you learn to ride?"

"I believe my father began my lessons - he taught me himself - when I was breeched at about six years of age. He and my mother both loved to ride and as soon as I could stay on my pony they often took me with them. I can still remember how proud I was to be allowed to ride by myself - well, almost by myself, since a groom always accompanied me - it was freedom to roam Pemberley where I willed. I think I may have spent most of my time, when not being schooled, on horseback. I did not realize it at the time but my father began schooling me about Pemberley as soon as I could ride."

He became lost in thought and his contemplation lasted for several minutes before Elizabeth gently returned him to the present. "And how did he do that, Mr. Darcy?"

"Ah, sorry. I was just remembering. My father rode out regularly to inspect the estate - probably two or three times a week. Unless there was a matter of great urgency, he would bring me along. I rode in front of him on his horse when quite young and then beside him on my own horse as I became more proficient. We would visit the tenants, inspect fences, I even remember visiting the grist and saw mills. I did not realize it at the time but he was tutoring me about Pemberley just as my governess was teaching me my school lessons. He would talk to me about Pemberley, its history, my ancestors. As I grew older, he would talk to me more about the estate proper: the people - I believe he knew the history of every tenant and their family - the crops, the land - which areas were best for grazing and which best for crops, which areas always had drainage problems - the minutiae of managing an estate. He was an amiable man. I can remember him getting down off his horse and talking for an hour or more to a tenant farmer about his problems."

"Do you do this?"

"Of course, how could I not? They must know me and be confident in my abilities and concern for their welfare. I believe my father must have known that he was quite ill since he gradually turned most of the management of the estate over to me the summer before his death. I was to have a Grand Tour after I finished Cambridge but my father put it off for a year, citing a concern about war in Europe. Since he died that year in the fall, I suspect he wanted to prepare me as much as possible."

"What were your parents like?"

"My mother was quite beautiful. Georgiana looks much like her but mother was even more attractive. I think Georgiana and I both received her shyness, her reserve. She was most unlike her brother and sister. You have met my Aunt Catherine and can attest to her lack of reserve."

"Indeed, I can. She bears comparison to my mother in that respect," laughed Elizabeth.

"I had not thought of that. I think I prefer your mother's silliness to my aunt's proclivity to advise and importune every one she meets."

"What memories do you have of your mother? You were twelve or so when she died were you not?"

"I was thirteen, I think. I had been sent to school - Eton - Georgiana had been born but it apparently was a difficult birth and my mother developed a fever and died shortly thereafter. I was at school at the time. I can remember my father coming to the school and bringing me home."

"Were you close to your mother?"

"Oh yes. I can remember, if there was not company for dinner, she and my father would eat with me and include me in their discussions. Those are probably my fondest memories of her....oh and Christmas, of course. She loved Christmas. Decorating the house, her family visiting or visiting them. It was always a happy time. I remember her playing the pianoforte and people singing and playing games."

"What was your father like?"

"He was quite amiable. He had no problem talking to anyone. Both he and my mother were quite conservative. Theirs was an arranged marriage but one of the better ones. A truly strong attachment, affection developed between them and my father was distraught at her death. I sometimes wished he had remarried, Georgiana and I really missed a mother. He was an excellent father but could not replace our mother. Georgiana never knew our mother and my memories are a poor substitute. She was but nine when father died and he did not talk to her much of our mother. Perhaps the memories were still too painful."

"What are some of your best memories of your father?"

"There are quite a few. The times we rode the estate tend to blur together and, as I got older, created a great bond between us. Even now I can be riding the estate and recall my father and me at a particular spot and discussing something, sometimes a problem but often not. There is one thing we did every year and that was to travel to our estate in Scotland for the salmon fishing. We would stay a fortnight and often my uncle and cousins would join us. The manor house is quite a bit smaller than Pemberley, more akin to Longbourn perhaps. I truly enjoyed those times. I would like to take my son there and perhaps Mr. Gardiner could join me. I know he loves to fish and there is nothing to compare to fighting and landing a ten pound salmon."

"I am sure nothing would give him greater pleasure. I never thought to ask but do you have any other estates?" Elizabeth did not mention her thought that she and her Aunt Gardiner would enjoy the trip also even if fishing were not their object.

"I have a small estate in Ireland which is where our horse breeding takes place. I have not visited it in a couple of years and will probably have to do so soon. I also have a house in Ramsgate which is being let at the moment. I will probably sell it because of the poor memories attached to it."

Elizabeth nodded in understanding and thought to divert his attention. "I have met your aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Was your mother much like her and is your uncle much like her?"

Darcy paused and thought for a moment, "Is your mother like your uncle, Mr. Gardiner?"

"Point taken.....but my question remains."

"My mother was shy, reserved and not greatly fond of large crowds. She was, I think, rather position or status conscious. She would not, for instance, have befriended your Aunt Gardiner but would have been polite in her company. She was conscious of social rank but not to the extent of my Aunt Catherine. My father was probably more conservative and more conscious of rank. He was truly amiable amongst his peers and to those for whom he had a responsibility but since I rarely saw him outside that circle I cannot say how he responded. In the Derbyshire society, he seemed comfortable and got on well but that society did not encompass a large number of families. That he was quite conservative I know, much more so than I. He probably would be quite disturbed at some of the changes I have made here at Pemberley and in the management of the Darcy fortune. He was a staunch believer in the primacy of land as the only solid measure of wealth and prestige."

"I do not understand. How do you differ?"

"Well, without getting too deep into the subject area, I have introduced crop rotation which he was reluctant to do and I have taken much of the Darcy investments out of the Funds and into manufacturing and trade where the returns are much greater. Georgiana's dowry is the only portion still retained in the Funds."

"Is it the returns alone that have dictated your decision to invest in trade? Or are there other reasons? Do you mind my asking?"

"I am delighted you would ask. Not many women would think to inquire. The change simply makes the most sense. I believe the future will depend more on manufacture and trade than land. I have read the treatises of a number of political economists - Smith, Ricardo - and when you consider the amount of wealth being accumulated by people in trades, one would have to be wilfully blind to ignore what the future portends. As well, the wars have inflated the value of everything including agriculture. I have concerns for the future of landowners."

Elizabeth really did not want to get diverted to a discussion of political economy, as interesting as that might prove with someone of Mr. Darcy's intelligence, "I know only your cousin, the Colonel, and your Aunt Catherine. What are your other relatives like?"

"The Darcy family is quite limited. My father was an only son and I have but two aunts, who were much older than my father, and only a couple of Darcy cousins. One of my aunts was quite estranged from my father. She married poorly in his opinion and I don't remember ever meeting her."

"Poorly?"

"Yes, although I do not know all the particulars. He was a gentleman, I believe, but with a very small estate in Cornwall. I believe she married against the wishes of her family but don't know the particulars, as I said. My other aunt had but two children, both girls, and I have not seen them for ten years or more. They are both much older than I." He thought for a moment or two. "Perhaps I should attempt to reconnect with my aunts."

"And your mother's family?"

"My Uncle, Henry Fitzwilliam, Earl of Matlock is very like my father in most respects. They met at Cambridge and it was probably that connection which led to my father's marriage to his sister. I respect my uncle greatly, he has been very supportive since I took over responsibility for Pemberley. I doubt he would agree with some of my initiatives but also suspect he will adopt those that he believes will work. I know he is planning to introduce crop rotation as an example. The results at Pemberley have been too good to ignore. My investment advice, he is less likely to follow since it would necessitate more contact with people in trades."

"His first son, James, is much like him. He was married several years ago and has two children although I have had little contact with them. His wife is a product of the ton and not someone I enjoy meeting. Again, theirs is an arranged marriage but not one in which I can detect much affection. The Colonel, Richard, you know. I believe him to be the best of the Fitzwilliams and he is like a brother to me. I suspect his career in the army has rubbed most of the conservatism from him. He is truly one of the best men I know. I just wish he did not have to continue in the army. We fear for his safety now that he is with Wellesley."

"What is your Aunt like?"

"Countess Matlock? She has been the closest I have to a mother since my own died. She is truly a lovely woman and would like you a great deal. Her background is rather similar to yours in that she had little exposure to London society before her marriage. She has been trying to find me a wife for several years now. Her daughter, Frances, is very much like her and I have asked her on a couple of occasions to act as hostess for me. She has no discomfort in meeting people from trade and has all of Richard's amiability."

There was one question that Elizabeth longed to ask "Will your family accept me?" But she knew that this was not the time to ask that question. Given the little that Darcy had told her of his relatives and her experience with his Aunt Catherine and himself in Meryton, she was not sanguine that they would ever accept her. That question would have to wait and instead she grinned, "Tell me, were you ever punished? Did your father ever take a hairbrush to you?"

Darcy started to laugh, "Oh yes, I could get into my share of trouble particularly when my cousins were around although I never remember a hairbrush being involved. I think the harshest punishment I received was when I spoke meanly to one of the servants. I don't remember the particulars but I think he did not do something I asked of him and there was a good reason for his response. Anyway my father first gave me a lecture on the proper treatment of servants and then had me muck out the stables for the next five days. That lesson stuck."

"Did you ever get into mischief type trouble?"

"You mean the kind of trouble one gets into by bringing a frog to the dining table?"

"Exactly! What happened?"

"I must have been seven or eight and vastly interested in frogs and snakes. I probably caught the frog down by the lake and, I presume, thought it would be a fine idea to share it with my parents. Bringing it out and displaying it on the table did not go over too well. I believe it jumped into my mother's lap. She shrieked and it went flying. I was so busy trying to capture it, I missed what happened next but I think some china hit the floor. Anyway by the time I captured it again, my father had me by the scruff of my shirt and the frog, I, and my father proceeded outside. The frog got his freedom and I, a dozen of my father's best on my bottom. I do not think I was allowed back to table for a week, not that I could sit well anyway." He chuckled. "I believe my parents eventually got a great laugh out of it."

Elizabeth laughed."It is good to see you do something that I might have done." She sobered and looked at him carefully, "You know, apart from your cousins, I have not heard you mention friends. Did you not have any?"

A rather pensive came over his face, "I have friends, of course, but not a great number of them. I may have made several at Eton and quite a few more at Cambridge but I was generally very reserved and did not enjoy many of the activities of my peers. Those friends I did make, I still have today. I would like them to meet you; they would like you and envy me. Wickham, of course, you know about. We were rather close as children but as we got a little older I sensed a change in him which I failed to understand at the time. It is now clear that, perhaps due to his mother's influence, he began to resent our relative positions. I found him to be increasingly spiteful and inclined to disparage me when the opportunity arose. When we entered Cambridge, he quickly adopted the more dissolute ways of the richer students. Of course he did not have the income to support his endeavours and frequently used his Darcy connection to incur debt. I was forced on several occasions to pay his debts and, in one case, to indemnify a father for his daughter's .... ah .... distress. I did so to hide his behaviour from my father who was quite ill and wished to think well of Wickham. Perhaps that was a mistake but it seemed best at the time."

"I cannot fault your decision, sir. Particularly when your father was ill and additional distress would have made his condition worse. Now I believe it is your turn to question me."

Darcy consulted his watch, "I think our time has lapsed for today. I will importune you tomorrow morning, if you agree. It is almost time to break our fast." Offering Elizabeth his arm they strolled back to where breakfast was being served. Georgiana was at the table and greeted them with delight, bubbling with plans for the day. While Darcy had to meet with his steward for several hours, Georgiana and Elizabeth made plans to practice a duet on the pianoforte and for a picnic lunch in the conservatory afterwards. Due to the rainy conditions, riding was not a possibility.

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair. Jane and Amos did join them for the meal and a pleasant hour was spent afterwards in general conversation. The Stovalls retired early and since Elizabeth wished to visit the library, Darcy and Georgiana joined her to spend several hours in reading poetry and discussing books. It was time well spent, both enjoyable and rewarding as they each became more familiar with the thoughts and opinions of the others. For Georgiana, in particular, it was a revealing insight into the woman she was sure would become her sister and, as well, into her brother who she thought, perhaps because she was getting older, seemed less like a parent and increasingly like a brother. For them all, there was no little delight to be found in their similarities of taste and opinion and, as much again in their differences, which could provoke debate and argument. If the latter flowed from strong opinions, the manner of expression never less than respectful; the winning of such arguments being insignificant compared to the pleasure of the exchanges themselves.

Chapter 31

March 15-21, 1813 - Pemberley, Derbyshire

Elizabeth checked her timepiece once more. Only five minutes had passed since the last time she had checked. "This will never do! I must order my thoughts." She deliberately made her mind review the past week. She could not remember when she had last enjoyed such pleasant company and interesting pursuits. Her morning walks with Mr. Darcy had continued either on the pathways or in the conservatory and, if they had not been as insightful as the first several, they had provided her with a better appreciation of Mr. Darcy's character and likes. His knowledge of the world and experience greatly exceeded her own and yet he was willing, nay eager, to share it with her. Her riding lessons were proceeding apace and her confidence in her abilities was growing. She was under no illusions that her skills matched those of Georgiana but she no longer feared falling from her horse. "And my new riding habit looks very good if Mr. Darcy's reaction was anything to go by!" This produced a satisfied chortle from her when she remembered his eagerness to assist her in mounting and dismounting. Riding could not replace her love of walking but it was one more thing that she could enjoy with Mr. Darcy and the visits to the tenant farms had been illuminating in terms of Mr. Darcy's character. It was clear from the start that he was comfortable talking to his tenant farmers and that they were equally comfortable talking of their needs and concerns with him. Their relationship was clearly not a new one. As well, the condition of the farms and buildings provided clear evidence of his care for his estate. Buildings were solidly constructed and well maintained; ditches were clear of rubbish; fences, sturdy although hedges were frequently used in place of fences.

She and Jane had also managed to visit all the ladies that their Aunt Gardiner had suggested. Georgiana had, in fact, accompanied them on the visits and had seemed to enjoy the experience. Elizabeth thought their Aunt Gardiner may rue her promotion of those visits since she and Jane had been told some interesting stories about their aunt's younger days. The one involving their uncle's courtship would make a particularly effective tease. She looked at her watch once more. "Ten minutes to wait. Perhaps I should make my way to the drawing room now." Elizabeth could wait no longer. Rising she dipped a cloth in cool water, wiped her face and hands, checked her gown and hair and moved decisively out of her room.

With every pretence of calmness and certainty, she walked through the hall, down the stairs and towards the drawing room. If any of the staff had thought to observe her closely, they could only have discerned her inner turmoil if they recognized that deliberate calmness as the mask it was. Before she entered the drawing room, she spoke to the footman in the hall. "Is Mr. Darcy in the drawing room?" Upon being told that he was not, she nodded and entered the room. She was not about to indicate her eagerness by sending the footman to find him. She took a comfortable chair by the window and tried to make herself relax. She was rather sure she knew why he had requested this private interview but the formality of it rather perplexed her and, she admitted to herself, discomposed her greatly.

She was not so wrapped in her thoughts that Darcy's appearance startled her. In fact, Elizabeth had become aware of Darcy as soon as he entered the room and crossed to stand before her. He looked oddly disconcerted notwithstanding the fact that this audience was at his request. Striving to maintain her own composure, she greeted him, "Mr. Darcy."

"Miss Bennet, I ... "pausing, he looked around the room and shook his head. "It will not do. There should be no one in the conservatory; I would prefer to hold this conversation there if you have no objections."

"Since I do not know the subject of this conversation that you have mentioned, I do not know if I should object or not; however, it shall be as you wish Mr. Darcy." Taking the arm offered by Darcy she strolled in silence beside him. Neither was inclined to talk and the mind of each was too busy to admit idle chatter. He was trying to calmly and logically order the jumbled mass of his thoughts while Elizabeth was sure she knew of what he would speak and her response but even so, it was difficult to control her nervous anticipation. If Darcy's disastrous proposal a year earlier was remembered, it did not cause undue concern for either. The mistakes and misunderstandings which had led to so much misery were now behind them both. Fortunately, it did not take long to reach the conservatory and their favourite spot by the fountain.

Darcy led Elizabeth to one of the benches where he assisted her to sit down and then, himself. Her hands were clasped in his, the look in his eyes, she now recognized admiration, desire, love. "Miss Bennet you must know how ardently I admire and love you. You are the only woman I have ever loved and while I thought I loved you a year ago, that love was a pale shadow of what I feel today. I wish for you to be my partner in life, to bear my children, to bring love and light into my life and to allow me to love and care for you as long as I live. Will you marry me?"

Elizabeth could not help but compare this proposal with that which she received from Mr. Darcy almost a year ago. The last man she could be prevailed upon to marry had become the one man she most desperately wanted to marry. "Mr. Darcy, I am most happy to accept your offer. There is nothing I want more than to be your wife."

Darcy stood and pulled her to her feet and releasing Elizabeth's hands, cupped her face with his hands and she felt him gently pulling her face towards him as he bent to kiss her. Closing her eyes Elizabeth felt the gentle pressure of his lips on hers; she grasped the lapels of his coat and felt his hands move down to her shoulders and then around her back pressing her body closer to his. He broke the kiss gradually and leaning his forehead against hers, he whispered, "I had not intended to ask you so soon but intended to wait until we heard from your sister in the summer. But I could not wait. You are so lovely and I love you so much, I could not wait." His lips once more sought hers. She could not help herself; it was too delicious and she felt her body getting unusually warm and realized that her hands had somehow found their way around Darcy's back. With a gasp, she brought them back and pushed herself gently but firmly away from Darcy, breaking contact while trying to regulate her breathing. She could see that Darcy was similarly affected.

Darcy released her but sought her hands to prevent her from moving away. "Elizabeth, I am most sorry. My behaviour was most inappropriate. Please ... accept my apologies!"

"Mr. Darcy, I am equally at fault. Truly there is no need to apologize." With a shaky laugh she continued, "However, I am going to have to watch myself around you. I enjoyed being kissed altogether too much, sir!"

"I know I probably should have waited until we heard back from your sister that she had married Simpson but I cannot wait so long. I have waited for a year to have your love and your hand. I could wait no longer."

"I, sir, am glad you did not!" She tucked her arm onto his and turning with him began to walk out of the conservatory. "I believe that the others are awaiting us at dinner, Mr. Darcy."

He stopped, "Will you not call me William now? I want to be able to call you Elizabeth as I have when thinking of you."

"I think I will like calling you William. Of course, I reserve the right to call you Mr. Darcy when I am annoyed with you or when teasing."

"As long as I can call you Lizzy when we are alone."

"How long ... have you called me Elizabeth?"

You will hardly credit this, but almost from the beginning. I think it was when you came to Netherfield that you began to haunt my dreams."

"So soon! I had no idea." Elizabeth looked at Darcy scrutinizing his face, perhaps more closely than she had ever done before. How could I have been so blind to his feelings? She touched his cheek with her fingertips, "I think we must join the others. We have an announcement to make."

"Before we do so, first I wish to know when you knew you loved and trusted me enough to accept my offer. You must have known I would make one."

"I cannot say for certain ... but I think the last vestige of uncertainty disappeared during our talks and in particular when we discussed our very first meeting." That this admission relieved Mr. Darcy was evidenced by the relaxation of his features.

"You have, I suspect, no idea how happy I am to have earned your love and respect." After a short pause, he continued, "I also think we should discuss when to announce our engagement but perhaps we can leave that for later."

"Yes, I would like to simply enjoy the pleasure of the engagement before considering the practicalities."

Their conversation turned to less personal topics as they left the conservatory and walked down the hall towards the dining room. When they entered the dining room, they were the immediate object of everyone's attention. Georgiana only had to look at Elizabeth entering on Darcy's arm and was immediately running with a smile on her face to envelope Elizabeth in a hug. "Oh, I am so happy. You will be my sister, truly." She was literally bouncing with pleasure until finally Elizabeth extricated herself with a laugh, "Gently Georgiana, gently."

Jane and Stovall were no less eager to extend their congratulations and Darcy could tell from the tears running down Jane's cheeks that her joy was overflowing. Once they had settled at the dining table and began to eat, the questions quickly turned to the questions of when and where the wedding would take place. Darcy looked at Elizabeth before commenting, "We have not discussed these matters as yet. I would wish to know Elizabeth's preferences."

Elizabeth was thoughtful but stated firmly, "I do not wish for along engagement. I would marry next week if that were possible. As to where, it matters not."

Darcy grinned, "While I am very much in favour of an early marriage, I am afraid next week is too precipitous. I must, before we marry return to London to inform the Matlocks and visit my solicitor to draft the settlement papers. Since Bingley is expecting me to visit York and you and the Stovalls will be visiting his family, the earliest I could return to London is mid April and you," gesturing at the Stovalls, "will not be returning until May, if I remember correctly. I am sure you want Jane to stand with you?" He looked at Elizabeth rather tentatively who nodded her agreement, "Would a mid May date be acceptable? That is about two months from now."

Elizabeth looked rather disappointed which Darcy took some pleasure in observing. "Yes, I suppose that makes the most sense. I really would prefer not to be married in Longbourn...would the Gardiner's church or yours be acceptable?"

"May I suggest that you write your Aunt Gardiner for her advice. My preference would be for a small quiet wedding. With a special licence we could be married anywhere...Darcy House perhaps?"

Stovall, in a rather hesitant voice, interjected, "This really is not my business but would not society be more accepting of a large public wedding?"

Both Elizabeth and Darcy considered this suggestion thoughtfully. Finally Darcy spoke, "I think I should discuss this with my Aunt Eleanor and Elizabeth with her Aunt Gardiner. I know we cannot escape some public exposure and, I admit my desire to have Elizabeth on my arm at the theatre and at least one ball."

Georgiana burst out laughing, "Elizabeth, who is this man? What have you done to my brother? Wanting to attend a ball indeed!" Elizabeth could not suppress a chuckle, not that she tried hard to do so, and even Darcy joined in the general laughter.

The conversation remained good-natured throughout the meal with much teasing of the engaged couple. Afterwards Darcy and Elizabeth retired to his study to write their various letters; Darcy, to Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Bennet informing them of his offer of marriage and Elizabeth's acceptance, along with the tentative travel plans and another letter to his solicitor outlying the terms of the marriage settlement to be drafted; Elizabeth, to Mrs. Gardiner for which four pages were barely enough to contain her effusions of happiness and to seek such advice as was necessary, and to Mr. Bennet, assuring him of her affections for Mr. Darcy; the latter letter to be enclosed with the letter from her betrothed.

Chapter 32

April 15, 1813 - Longbourn, Hertfordshire

The silence in the carriage was a comfortable quietude and permitted her thoughts to roam. Her brother and his betrothed were resting, attempting to gain such repose as would be needed to weather the activities they anticipated when they reached Longbourn. For herself, Georgiana had much to think on. She would meet the Bennet family for the first time later this day and, if her brother's cautionary comments were merited, she expected a lively and possibly somewhat indecorous stay. Fortunately, they would be venturing on to London on the morrow. For now, Longbourn was not the focus of her thoughts; her stay, in company with her brother, with Mr. Bingley in York had taken possession of them to the exclusion of almost everything else.

Over the course of their fortnight visit, Mr. Bingley had been in her company almost every day. At first, she had thought it the pleasant coincidence of simply being a guest in his house but, on too many occasions it would, in retrospect, appear that he had deliberately sought her company. His manner was most proper - in fact, he was much less familiar or perhaps more restrained than she had hitherto remembered him to be in such situations. In her memories of him, he was rather boisterous, very amiable and treating her much like he would a younger - much younger - sister. No longer. She puzzled as to the reason for the change and considered whether she could or should discuss it with Elizabeth. The thought of doing so with her brother made her extremely uncomfortable; for what reason she could not discern, but there it was. She thought that Elizabeth would be less ... judgemental perhaps. When she had an opportunity, she would confide in her soon-to-be sister.

With that resolved, she let her mind drift to the several conversations that she had enjoyed with Mr. Bingley. She remembered his courtesy and kindness at the dinner party he hosted to introduce her and her brother to his relatives. Recognizing her reserve and shyness, he had made an extra effort to include her in the dinner conversations by placing her at his right hand at the table and engaging her and those near her in talk about music, Derbyshire and her travels. She was sure that it was no coincidence that those surrounding her found such topics of interest and she was able to contribute to them. It had not taken long for her to relax and enjoy the conversations that surrounded her.

She also owed him, and Elizabeth, a debt of gratitude. Elizabeth had warned her that she might be asked to play and that, if she were able to do so, it would be good practice for her 'season'. Mr. Bingley had indeed asked her prior to the dinner if she would be willing to play and, thanks to Elizabeth's advice, she had several pieces prepared and was able to comply with his request. When the time came, she felt the usual nervousness but calmed a little when Mr. Bingley offered her his arm to escort her to the pianoforte. If her subsequent performance was not one of her best, the company had certainly not minded and the compliments that followed were more than sufficient to gratify the vanity of any young lady. In fact, several of the other young ladies present had approached her afterwards with plans to visit and play the pianoforte.

While it was gratifying to have been able to perform in such company, it was the quiet conversations with her that Mr. Bingley had somehow managed to hold, despite being always in company, that pleased her greatly. He was interested in her opinions and was not hesitant to seek such out encouraging her to talk about her music, her studies - he had enjoyed histories most when attending Cambridge and found her most willing to engage in discussions of such. They talked of Pemberley and her love of the country life. In the course of their conversations he had managed to let her know about the activities that society could enjoy in York including travelling theatre groups and musical concerts. In fact, he had arranged to escort her brother and herself to a concert and to a Shakespearean play while they were in York. If neither were quite to the standard of a London performance, she found nothing wanting in either and quite enjoyed both experiences.

She could not say that he had paid her particular attention; if anything, he gave equal attention to every young lady. It almost seemed deliberate, could it be so? His manner was such as to be amiable to one and all and, in fact, the only occasion that he seemed even a trifle ill at ease occurred when he was introduced to Mrs. Stovall. From their conversation, it was obvious that they had met during his time in Hertfordshire but that would not account for his discomfort. Had he been much in her company there? And did it matter? She thought perhaps Elizabeth might be able to clarify that situation. Should she even ask? After all, Mr. Bingley was but a friend of her brother.

She looked across the carriage and became aware that her brother was watching her. Seeing that she had noticed his interest, he murmured quietly so as to avoid waking Elizabeth, "You seem very preoccupied, Georgie?"

Georgiana was careful to moderate her voice and wished to avoid disclosing her thoughts on Mr. Bingley, "I have just been thinking about our visit to York. It was very enjoyable and I quite like York itself. Mr. Bingley though is much changed from what I recollect him to be like. Much more serious and involved in business."

"Indeed. He is much changed. He has, I believe, a purpose in life beyond simply becoming a gentleman which his father had demanded of him."

"He is surely a gentleman, is he not brother?"

"I believe so; however, once he acquires that small estate that we visited with him, he will be more firmly established as such in the eyes of society. Did you like the estate?"

"Very much so! The park is beautiful and the hills and valleys remind me of Derbyshire. Will he buy it do you think?"

Darcy nodded his head, "Yes, he intended to offer on it as soon as may be. I think it will suit him well." Darcy was not unaware of Bingley's attentions to Georgiana but he also noted how circumspect such attentions had been and saw no reason to be concerned. He rather approved of the new Bingley but was not about to circumscribe Georgiana's choices before she had even 'come out'. "I have asked Mr. Bingley to be my groomsman and I also believe he intends to visit Pemberley this summer to get some advice as to managing an estate. I look forward to his visit since I have seen so little of him this past year." Georgiana rather thought she would enjoy that visit also but limited her response to a simple, "I would enjoy his visit also." Darcy was satisfied that her heart had not been engaged as yet and that a visit by Bingley could be safely accomplished.

Elizabeth had remained as if asleep during the conversation between the Darcy siblings. She had an immediate concern - her father. She had included a note to him when Darcy had sent his letter requesting her father's permission and blessing to the marriage. Her father apparently did not credit her words if his response was a guide to his thoughts. She no longer need have the letter in her hands to remember it,

My Child,

I do not understand what you are about! I thought you always hated this man! To be sure, you seemed to bear his company well enough at Jane's wedding but I failed to detect any particular regard.

Do not be afraid that I shall refuse my consent. Indeed, I could hardly refuse such a man, particularly given his assistance to our family. I have no doubt that he will be able to provide you with all manner of material things but I would not wish you to enter a marriage of unequal affections or to see you married to a man you could not respect.

Your letter does give me some comfort but I do not understand how you could change your opinion of Mr. Darcy so radically. I can only hope that you will satisfy my concerns when you visit us on your return to London. Be assured that the news of your engagement will be held in confidence until you arrive. I will leave you with the pleasure of informing your mother.

Your loving and concerned father
Thomas Bennet

She knew that William intended to meet with her father immediately and, if it were not for the need to introduce Georgiana to her family and shield her from the worst of her mother's flutterings, she would ask to be a part of that discussion with her father. Elizabeth made pretence of waking and looked about. Her companions had fallen silent as she sat up and she grinned at them, "I was awake for most of your talk and would only add that I approve of the new Bingley very much although I saw less of him than either of you." She looked at Darcy, "William, I would like to be present when you meet with my father. He is concerned about my regard for you and cannot forget how poorly I thought of you at one time. My letter did not assuage his concerns."

Darcy considered this suggestion, "There is no reason that I can imagine why you should not be present. Your father's consent and blessing has been given. My desire to meet with him is to assure him of my regard for you and allay any concerns he might have. Your presence and contribution can only help."

"Thank you, William. I know it is not the custom for a lady to be present but, in this instance, I think my knowledge of my father will be helpful. I would suggest though that we delay a meeting until I can ensure that Georgiana is comfortable."

Georgiana thought to ease the problem, "Perhaps I could claim a headache and be excused to my room when we arrive? That would allow you to meet with Mr. Bennet then."

Elizabeth smiled, "I think this an excellent suggestion Georgiana although your brother, who opposes any form of deceit, will probably disagree!"

Darcy suppressed a smile, "I suspect this will not be the last time I regret ever uttering those words with two such duplicitous women in my life. Yes, Georgie, your headache would be most convenient."

Elizabeth regarded Georgiana with some concern, "I must warn you Georgiana that my mother is unaware of the particulars behind my sister's 'marriage' to Mr. Wickham and will likely mention his name with some frequency. In her eyes, the fact that they married has completely offset the impropriety of his and Lydia's behaviour. She can only see that another daughter has married and since Lydia has always been her favourite, she sees it as a double blessing. Her only cause for lamentation is that Lydia is an ocean away - too far for even my mother to travel although I am sure my father would not discourage too much any plans she might make to visit them."

Georgiana nodded, "Please, do not fret about this. I find I can now easily bear the mention of his name."

Mr. Bennet looked up from his breakfast of ham and eggs and addressed his wife, "Mrs. Bennet, I should advise you that we are to expect company around noon."

"Company, Mr. Bennet? Who?"

"Our daughter, Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy will be breaking their journey to London and visiting us until tomorrow."

"Mr. Darcy! Here! Oh my saints! Hill! Hill!"

Mrs Hill made an appearance and was instructed to ensure that rooms were readied for the visitors. Mrs. Bennet, once that had been communicated began to give free rein to providing an appropriate dinner, "We must invite the Lucas family, the Thorntons and ...."

Mr. Bennet could not let this proceed further, "Mrs. Bennet, we shall entertain as a family only tonight. Mr. Darcy will not appreciate being inundated by local families."

Mrs. Bennet was sure that her husband quite misunderstood the situation. Surely he must realize the need to impress their neighbours with Mr. Darcy's presence. How better to accomplish that than with a dinner that included the major families in the neighbourhood. Unfortunately, Mr. Bennet did not agree and, after finally establishing that Mr. Bennet's obstinacy on the matter exceeded hers, she was forced to limit her efforts to providing a meal with two courses as befit someone with ten thousand a year. In the excitement of planning the meal, she quite forgot to ask why they were only staying a single night or even staying at all since London was but an additional three hours further travel. Mr. Bennet, in the interest of sparing himself the extreme effusions of delight that his Lizzy's engagement would produce in her, did not volunteer that information. As a consequence, Mrs. Bennet was under reasonably good regulation, for her, when the Darcy carriage rolled to a stop in front of Longbourn.

Darcy was first out of the carriage and immediately turned to assist Elizabeth to descend. She wasted no time hugging her father and greeting the others with hugs and exclamations of pleasure. While she was doing so, Darcy handed down Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley from the carriage and then introduced them both to Elizabeth's family. If Georgiana was overwhelmed by the exuberance that surrounded her, she hid it well. After they were all ushered inside and relieved of their outerwear, the travellers chose to visit their rooms to refresh themselves. When Elizabeth and Darcy joined the others, he excused Georgiana from appearing on account of a headache from travelling. A speaking glance from Elizabeth to her father caused the latter to invite Darcy to his library. He was a little surprised to see Elizabeth accompany them. Mrs. Bennet was equally surprised and was about to remonstrate with her daughter when Mr. Bennet interceded, "Ah, yes I wish to speak with Lizzy also." He closed the door before Mrs. Bennet could organize her thoughts sufficiently to question it further. Mr. Bennet bade them sit in front of his desk but, before sitting down himself, he opened the door to find his wife outside. This prompted him to dismiss his wife to the drawing room, call Mrs. Hill and station her in the hallway to ensure the privacy of the conversation that was to take place.

Once settled, he looked at the couple in front of him. He made no effort to conceal his concern, "I am not sure of the purpose of this meeting. I have given my consent and blessing since my daughter has accepted the offer of marriage."

Darcy could see some underlying distress in Mr. Bennet and he knew the cause. "Mr. Bennet, Elizabeth has asked to be included in this discussion because she knows of your concerns. I realize that your opinion of me, and Elizabeth's at one time, was based on my manner towards the people of Hertfordshire when I stayed with Mr. Bingley. I very much regret my behaviour now and it is a tribute to your daughter that she forced ... induced me to change from the man I was then."

"Forced you to change...." Mr. Bennet's amazement could not be hidden.

Darcy looked at Mr. Bennet and then at Elizabeth. He could see no way to convince Mr. Bennet without divulging all of the history between Elizabeth and himself. He quirked an eyebrow at Elizabeth, "Shall you reveal all?" Receiving her assent, he turned to Mr. Bennet who was obviously taken aback by the last exchange between Darcy and Elizabeth, "Tell me all?"

Darcy nodded, "Yes, it is rather a convoluted and long story."

"In that case, let me order tea and coffee before you start." Which direction Elizabeth communicated to Mrs. Hill. Once they were settled with their beverage of choice, Elizabeth began her tale, "It began father, rather to my subsequent amazement, with William finding me quite attractive very early in our acquaintance - which he endeavoured, and successfully I might add, to hide from me in order to avoid raising any expectations on my part. Of course, I was smarting from William's insult at our very first encounter which caused me, to my embarrassment, to credit Mr. Wickham's lies and, as a consequence, to most profoundly dislike William. There matters stood until we met again in Kent."

Darcy had not anticipated her omission of his involvement with Bingley and could not let it pass,"I think you should inform your father of my interference in Bingley's attachment to your sister."

Elizabeth was obviously reluctant to do so but conceding that it was pointless to argue now that it had been raised, continued, "You see, when Mr. Bingley first quit Netherfield, he did intend to return ...."

Over the course of the next hour she described in some details all of the events that had transpired with Darcy supplementing some aspects from his better knowledge. Finally Elizabeth looked at Darcy but spoke to her father, "Papa, my opinion of William began to change when I read his letter after his first proposal. I suppose I read that letter a hundred times. It changed how I viewed myself, my family and my expectations; however, I never thought to meet William again and any hopes that he would renew his offer died when Lydia ran away with Mr. Wickham. That I would meet William in London at a dinner hosted by a friend of my uncle was more than I could contemplate. Since then my feelings have grown to the point where I considered him to be the best of men. If you are concerned about my affections, be assured that I both love and respect my future husband."

Mr. Bennet had largely kept silent throughout the tale spun by his daughter. He could not doubt her sincerity or the depth of the feelings of both. "You say Mr. Darcy's letter changed how you viewed your family. It did appear to me that you were unhappy with your mother and, to some extent with me. It seemed that we no longer shared the same pleasure in the foibles of our family. Was that the case?"

Elizabeth was reluctant to answer because of the implied criticism of her father. Mr. Bennet, seeing her reluctance, spoke a little more sharply. "I see that you wish not to answer. From that it is not hard to discern that my supposition is correct. You were unhappy with me!"

Elizabeth knew she could no longer avoid the issue and, looking at her hands clasped in her lap, replied, "I was unhappy that my mother and two youngest sisters were not checked in their behaviour. I was quite unhappy that Lydia was allowed to go to Brighton and made my objections known to you at the time. The damage that was done to our reputations by her subsequent actions was intolerable. And yet, I could not forget your kindness and consideration to me and to Jane. Nevertheless I was becoming more bitter every day. I did not want that and our removal to our aunt and uncle was a means to restore my love for you and my family."

Elizabeth looked up at her father, "Papa, Mr. Darcy's letter and my own consideration helped me to decide what I wished to find in a husband should I be so fortunate as to find a man willing to live with my impertinence. I believe I have found the best man for me."

"In that case my dearest Lizzy, I could not lose you to a better man."

He was silent for a few minutes and Darcy and Elizabeth were content to let him grapple with all that he had been told. Finally, he put his two hands on the desk and looked at them both, "The past is past. Let us now discuss practicalities. My brother Gardiner has offered to discuss and approve the settlement. It will be more convenient thus to avoid the repeated trips between Longbourn and London. The next issue is when do you want to marry?"

Darcy glanced at Elizabeth before answering, "We would prefer a date four weeks from now - mid May. We realize that it allows little time for elaborate preparations but neither of us wants such."

Elizabeth spoke very firmly, "I know my mother will wish for three months or more in order to show me about the neighbourhood but I am of no mind to comply with her desires in this matter. I would wish for a shorter time period but also wish to have Jane stand with me and she will not return until then. I feel much as did Jane; our neighbours shunned us when misfortune fell upon us. I do not seek or want their goodwill now. I wish only for my family and friends at my wedding. If my mother wishes for others to attend, I will not object but neither will I be overly obliging in the matter."

Mr. Bennet looked thoughtful, "Your mother will be distraught I am sure. Will you marry here or in London?"

Darcy spoke before Elizabeth could answer, "We have not irrevocably decided. There is much to favour London but we had intended to discuss this with my aunt, Countess Matlock, and with Mrs. Gardiner. There are some valid reasons for holding a more public wedding despite my distaste for such attention."

Elizabeth shook her head at him, "If William had his way, we would have married at Pemberley the day after he proposed."

Mr. Bennet laughed, "You would have had a short marriage to be sure since Mrs. Bennet would have hunted you both down with malice aforethought." He paused for a few seconds, "May I suggest that you leave the matter of where the marriage is to take place open for now and not discuss the London possibility with Mrs. Bennet. She will believe it to be held at Longbourn unless told otherwise. Let her enjoy the prospect of the marriage, she will be unhappy enough that it is to take place in a month."

With that, Darcy and Mr. Bennet moved to the drawing room while Elizabeth went to find Georgiana to have her join the others and then to see her mother who had retired to her room. Elizabeth preferred that she alone experienced her mother's initial effusions which were sure to occur. To her astonishment, Mrs. Bennet was silent for several minutes until she could fully comprehend what she had heard. At length she recovered her voice,

"Good gracious! Lord bless me! Only think! Dear me! Mr. Darcy! Who would have thought it? And is it really true? O my sweetest Lizzy, how rich and how great you will be! What pin money, what jewels, what carriages you will have! Jane's is nothing to it - nothing at all. I am so pleased - so happy. Such a charming man! So handsome - so tall! O my dear Lizzy! Pray apologize for my having disliked him so much before. I hope he will overlook it. Dear, dear Lizzy. A house in town! Everything that is charming! Three daughters married! Ten thousand a year! O Lord! What will become of me? I shall go distracted."

Such profusions of delight left no doubts as to her opinion of the match. Even being told that it was to take place in a month's time did little to dampen her elation. She barely had time to solicit Elizabeth for Darcy's favourite dishes before the need to inform her neighbours of the happy event took precedence. Upon being told that Elizabeth intended to take her betrothed and his sister for a walk, she was adamant that Elizabeth must accompany her on the calls she planned to make.

When they rejoined the others her behaviour towards Darcy was so restrained as to cause her husband to look at Elizabeth with a quizzical eye. "I believe we can credit you with such a transformation, Lizzy!"

When Mrs. Bennet outline her plan to call on the neighbours with Elizabeth in attendance, Darcy interjected to say that he had requested Elizabeth to walk with him and his sister in order to alleviate his sister's headache. Not wishing to jeopardize her now most favoured daughter's incredibly advantageous engagement, Mrs. Bennet was required to concede the issue with only a few additional complaints. Her displeasure was substantially reduced by the offer of the Darcy carriage with which to undertake her visitations. Kitty, who had been subdued throughout asked to accompany her sister on their walk, citing a desire for exercise and a desire to become better acquainted with Miss Darcy. If she had motives such as wishing to avoid being conscripted to join her mother, no one was of a mind to question them.

After they began their walk with her arm on his and his other hand overlapping hers, Elizabeth looked at her betrothed and teased, "Do not be under any illusions, William. My mother will display us both sometime today. I have no doubt but that we shall be receiving visitors before and after dinner tonight. I suggest we prepare to depart tomorrow morning immediately following breakfast or we might well be inundated by the neighbourhood and might fail to escape for a week."

Seeing his grimace, she could only laugh, "All those lessons in amiability you learned shall be of use tonight." Looking back, she could see that Georgiana and Kitty seemed to be conversing comfortably and brought this to Darcy's notice. "I shall ask Kitty to keep company with Georgiana tonight. Kitty has become much more sensible and restrained since Lydia departed. The consequences of unrestrained behaviour were such as to make her more conscious of propriety and proper behaviour. I think she and Georgiana will get on well."

Chapter 33

Posted on 2015-01-15

April 16, 1813 - Gracechurch Street, London

To Mrs. Bennet's dismay, the Darcy carriage pulled away from Longbourn following breakfast and before any of her hoped for callers could arrive. The evening before had gone much as Elizabeth had predicted. Lady and Sir William Lucas called to extend their best wishes - Elizabeth noted to Darcy that her cousin Mr. Collins would shortly be aware of the engagement, as would Darcy's Aunt Catherine. A shrug of his shoulders conveyed his lack of concern since his aunt's displeasure was a foregone conclusion. Their most congenial visitor was Miss Thompson who called with her parents and her brother. Her pleasure at the engagement was obvious and she clearly wished to further an acquaintance with Elizabeth and Georgiana. Expressing her regrets that they would not be making a longer visit, she expressed a desire, since she herself would be coming to stay with her brother in London for the season, upon arriving to call on Elizabeth which was agreeable to them all.

Darcy could not altogether lose his reserved manner but he did make an obvious effort to converse with those around him and, if he needed the occasional encouraging smile from Elizabeth, he was deemed to be much less arrogant and prideful than in the past; and Elizabeth's happiness in the marriage was now thought to be more likely than otherwise by those who observed them both.

To everyone's amazement, Georgiana and Kitty improved their acquaintance to the point that Georgiana was talking about inviting her to visit in London. Mrs. Annesley's nod of approval did much to alleviate Darcy's concern and he did not dismiss the idea outright.

April 17, 1813 - Gracechurch Street, London

When Darcy entered the Gardiner drawing room the next day, he was greeted by the sight of Elizabeth reading to the Gardiner children who surrounded her and he stopped in the doorway to watch. Elizabeth was unaware of his presence so wrapped in the story was she. Her voice changed timbre as she assumed the different characters in the story; only the oldest daughter Amelia was aware of his presence and, recognizing Darcy's finger to his lips as a sign to ignore him, she did so. It took but five minutes for Elizabeth to finish the story and the pleas of her cousins for another story were, however, interrupted by Darcy's appearance. Warmed by Elizabeth's welcoming smile, he greeted the children with a bow to the girls and a handshake with the boys and, taking Elizabeth's hand, helped her to rise and then bestowed a kiss on her fingers. Tucking her hand on his arm, he first addressed the children, "My apologies for interrupting your pleasure but I must borrow your cousin Lizzy for a while. If I promise to bring some special biscuits baked by my cook, will I be forgiven?" Receiving an enthusiastic response from Elizabeth's cousins, he turned to her and motioned towards the door, "I believe your uncle is expecting us in his study."

Elizabeth laughed, "I am not sure my aunt will appreciate your means of bribing her children, Mr. Darcy."

"It just shows how far I will go for the pleasure of your company."

Mr. Gardiner smiled warmly at them both as they entered his study laughing and took seats before his desk. "I am glad to see you both and, if I failed to do so yesterday in all the confusion, please allow me to offer my heartiest congratulations on your engagement. I am so very pleased for you both."

Looking directly at Darcy, he nodded his head, "I am glad that you were able to provide me with a copy of the settlement last week since it gave me an opportunity for a thorough review. It is, I must admit, extremely complete and my suggestions are mostly minor and intended for clarification."

"Thank you, sir. I confess that I followed the outline of my mother's settlement with some modifications as I deemed necessary."

Mr. Gardiner, seeing Elizabeth about to say something, quickly interjected, "Elizabeth, I intend to review the main parts of the settlement with you today. You can read the final document at your leisure should you wish to do so. Perhaps I can do that now and we can discuss my suggested amendments afterwards?"

Receiving a nod of approval from both Darcy and Elizabeth, he first wrote on a slip of paper which was then passed to Elizabeth and began, "The first number is the amount that Mr. Darcy will settle on you which will be invested in the Funds and augmented by the accumulated annual interest. Over the course of the next twenty years, the settlement could double in value. The second number is your annual allowance - your 'pin money' as your mother most inelegantly terms it."

Elizabeth was in a state of shock, "So much? William, surely I don't need that much? How can you afford it?"

"This is quite reasonable for a woman of your station, Elizabeth. I do not want you to have to ask me for money every time you need a new dress or buy a book."

Mr. Gardiner added, "I suspect that Mr. Darcy's income also exceeds ten thousand a year, Lizzy."

Darcy smiled, "True, Pemberley contributes that much alone. I have two other estates, albeit much smaller, and many other productive investments. I do not contradict the ten thousand a year claim to avoid even greater interest and speculation - which is bad enough as it is."

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, "I never realized or thought to inquire. I have never really thought about your income other than I knew I would not have to worry about the roof leaking or that we could afford our next meal."

Mr. Gardiner cleared his throat, "I would hope those concerns have been eased, Lizzy? Shall I continue?" and did so after receiving an assenting nod from both Elizabeth and Darcy, "Mr. Darcy has been very generous to your family, Elizabeth. He has included a provision to provide a house in Meryton plus a living allowance for your mother, should your father die before she does. As well, he is settling a dowry of £5,000 each on Mary and Kitty."

Elizabeth could only look at Darcy in shock, "I never..."

"Elizabeth, I spent as much to protect you and your sisters by essentially dowering Lydia by a like amount even if it was not called such. With even these small dowries, your sister's prospects improve greatly. They will be my sisters after all and I want them to marry as well as possible. As far as your mother is concerned...well, let us hope that the security will calm her nerves to some degree."

Elizabeth could not suppress a grin, "And if she is living in Meryton, she is not living with us. Well played, sir! Well played!" Her smile gradually faded and was replaced by a more thoughtful look, "William, I seem to be in a continual state of shock this morning. I hope there are no further surprises or I might start experiencing my mother's flutterings!"

Both Darcy and Mr. Gardiner started to chuckle and continued until finally Mr. Gardiner wagged a finger at his niece, "Do not even joke about such, young lady.....but now that you mention it, there is one final important clause. In the event that Mr. Darcy dies before your eldest son reaches five and twenty years of ..."

Elizabeth's distress at such a thought was evident as she cried, "I do not want to even think about such happening!"

Darcy grasped her hands, "Dearest, it most likely will not happen but we must allow for the possibility. This is included for my peace of mind. I will be assured that should something happen to me, the most important person in the world to me will be looked after."

Mr. Gardiner paused to allow Elizabeth time to regain her composure and then continued, "As I said, if Mr. Darcy dies before your eldest son is five and twenty years of age, you will be responsible for managing Pemberley and all of the other family assets. In the event that the eldest son is five and twenty, the jointure provides for a Dower House to be established for you, unless you chose to remain at Pemberley."

Darcy had retained his grasp of Elizabeth's hands, "Elizabeth, I wish for you to be a true partner and be involved in all of the activities that I engage in, at least to the extent you desire to do so. I would have you learn how to run Pemberley with me at your side. I have too much respect for your intelligence to not give you the scope to exercise it."

"William, at this point I am speechless and somewhat...no, not somewhat, but very intimidated by the responsibilities that I am expected to assume."

"Elizabeth, it will not happen overnight. I suspect that after the first fortnight your first priority will be learning the duties of the Mistress of Pemberley. There will be time to learn the others and I will be with you always."

"After the first fortnight, sir?"

"I wish for you and me to be free of any responsibilities for at least that long."

Mr. Gardiner hid a smile, "May I continue?.....The rest of the settlement deals with dowries to be assigned to any daughters, allowances for sons until they reach their majority, your portion of your mother's dowry and so on. Let us review those elements with which I have some concern."

The ensuing discussion lasted for almost two hours. By the end of which Elizabeth felt herself to be in a state of utmost confusion. After several small amendments, to which Darcy agreed, they agreed to have final copies readied within a week for signature. She turned to her uncle, "there is little chance I will understand or grasp all of the details you have presented. Are you and my father satisfied with it?"

"Yes Lizzy, I wrote your father explaining the basic elements and he is in agreement and has given me permission to sign on his behalf. This settlement will protect you more than adequately." Mr. Gardiner rose, "I will leave you alone for a few minutes. Mr. Darcy, will we see you and your sister for dinner tonight?"

"I must visit my uncle to inform him of the engagement this afternoon but my sister and I will be delighted to dine with you tonight."

Elizabeth tightened her grasp of Darcy's hands which had held hers almost continuously throughout their discussion, "You are much too good to me, William! I can hardly comprehend such care and concern."

"Elizabeth, one of the responsibilities I gladly assume with our marriage is to protect you to the best of my ability. This allows me to do so even after death. It is something I do for myself as well as you. You will bring so much to our marriage, do not..."

Darcy was unable to finish when he found himself being fiercely hugged by Elizabeth who held him thus for several minutes. He eventually kissed her hair and roughly said, "We had best join your aunt and uncle."

Elizabeth waited for Darcy to arrive with little pretence of calm. She knew he was to meet with his Aunt and Uncle Matlock that afternoon and she could not but be apprehensive as to the outcome. It was not Darcy's commitment that concerned her but the possible severing of a family tie that she knew he valued was not something she could contemplate with any equanimity. Finally, she heard a carriage stop in front of the house and very shortly thereafter Darcy and Georgiana were shown into the drawing room. She looked at Darcy with a question in her eyes and his murmur, "All is well." as he bowed over her hand produced an obvious sigh of relief from her. Darcy looked at Mrs. Gardiner and asked, "May I have a few moments alone with Elizabeth to acquaint her with my meeting with my Aunt and Uncle Matlock this afternoon?"

"Certainly, the parlour is not in use at the moment."

Once they were assured of some privacy, Darcy sat beside Elizabeth, took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. "Truly my love, you fret too much on this. I met my aunt and uncle this afternoon and they received the news much as I expected. They were disappointed that I will not marry someone from the 'ton' and with connections but they recognize that I am head of the Darcy family and entitled to make my own decisions. They will be cool but civil and will accept my choice."

"I am sure that they thought me the veriest fortune hunter!"

"I cannot deny my uncle said as much but I assured him I had absolute, incontrovertible knowledge that you were not. He did not press me on this but I have no reason to think I was not believed. He did warn me that Aunt Catherine would not take the news well and to expect some action on her part. He assured me that she would not speak for the Matlock family."

"How did your Aunt Matlock receive the news?"

"She seemed to take it better than my uncle and had many questions about you. She does wish to meet you soon. In that regard, they have invited us to dine with them Monday next. I believe my cousins will likely be there."

Elizabeth tried to hide her consternation at this news but was obviously unsuccessful since Darcy immediately tried to reassure her, "Do not worry unduly, Elizabeth. They will be polite; they will want to get to know you. If you are simply yourself, you will charm them I am sure. I cannot speak for my cousin's wife but she will be civil although I would not expect anything more."

Mrs. Gardiner knocked on the door and informed them that dinner was ready. As they took their places at the table, Elizabeth informed her aunt about the dinner invitation from the Matlocks and wondered whether she owned a suitable gown. After a few minutes discussion, Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth determined that none of her gowns was suitable and a visit to their modiste necessary. Darcy listened to their comments and when they had reached a conclusion, offered a few thoughts of his own, "Ladies, I make no observations about a gown for the dinner, only to note it is a family party; however, I know it is customary for a bride to acquire her wedding clothes. I am sure that Georgiana could assist your efforts. Perhaps her modiste would be appropriate. Georgiana can advise of the clothing most appropriate for Pemberley winters which are much colder than those in Hertfordshire although we could put off ordering those until the fall. As well, when we meet my aunt, she might be able to provide guidance on the clothing you will need as my wife. I suspect that you may well be underestimating what you will need."

Both Georgiana and Mrs Gardiner were quick to agree with Darcy and made plans to visit Georgiana's modiste the next day. Elizabeth's objections as to the cost were quickly overruled by Mr. Gardiner and Darcy. Recognizing the futility of continuing that argument, she beat a strategic retreat and changed the topic of conversation. "I will concede this matter but I would like to know where I will be married? London or Longbourn?"

"Elizabeth, I really think this is something you and I need to discuss privately after dinner."

Mrs. Gardiner nodded her agreement, "I agree. You can use the parlour and let us know what you decide."

So, after dinner Elizabeth and Darcy found themselves once more alone. Nevertheless, neither was inclined to push the limits of propriety and, as a result, occupied adjacent chairs. Darcy, without any conscious thought, held Elizabeth's hand and began the conversation, "I suspect that you would prefer a London wedding, would you not?"

'Yes, in many respects I would; however, I have been thinking about this over the last day or so and I now think that we should marry at Longbourn. I feel that it would be perceived as a slight to my family to do otherwise. It might appear that I am estranged from them even though they would attend in London."

Darcy considered her words briefly, "I can accept that. The only reason I would prefer a London wedding is that my Aunt and Uncle Matlock would be more likely to attend, but their presence at the wedding is not all that significant if they acknowledge us publicly on other occasions. So Longbourn it shall be. Am I correct in assuming that you plan to follow the same path as your sister and minimize your presence in Longbourn?"

"Indeed! I suggest a Wednesday May 19 wedding. We can travel to Longbourn Monday morning which allows my mother two days to show us off to the neighbourhood. Like Jane, I do not propose to call on anyone except the Lucas family, my Aunt Phillips and the Thompsons."

"Very well. I think it most unlikely that any of my relatives will travel to Hertfordshire for the wedding."

"I wonder .....?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I would like to invite the Johnson's to attend. They were, unintentionally, the reason we met again."

Darcy had a pensive look on his face. Elizabeth's first reaction was that he was concerned about their being in trade but realized he could have other concerns and raised a quizzical eyebrow at him and asked, "This troubles you. Why?"

"Oh ... no ... I was simply wondering where they could stay for a night. Does Longbourn have room for them as well as the Gardiners?"

"Probably not! But they could stay at the Meryton Inn. Or perhaps the Thompsons could host them. My Uncle Gardiner has become well acquainted with Mr. Thompson and might be able to request such a favour."

The Gardiners were apprised of the wedding plan and gave their wholehearted support. They had been somewhat apprehensive that Elizabeth would be so disenchanted with her family as to hold the wedding in London, which could imply an estrangement with them. They also agreed to solicit the Thompsons to host the Johnsons the week of the wedding.

Chapter 34

Thursday April 23, 1813 - Gracechurch Street, London

The sun was more promise than reality when Elizabeth walked into the kitchen. The cook and her helpers were already busy at their work and could only spare her a quick smile and word of welcome as she entered. Pausing to pocket a couple of biscuits, she looked at the cook, smiled her thanks and turned to the waiting groom who would accompany her on her walk, asking, "Are you ready, Jonathon?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

Elizabeth smiled once more and headed out the door. These morning walks which had begun when she visited Pemberley had become a ritual. It was unfortunate, she thought, that Darcy could not accompany her in London. She missed the closeness and companionship that those walks had developed between them; in fact, she felt a rather distinct sense of resentment that her time with him was being so limited by social commitments, wedding preparations and the pervasive presence of chaperones on those occasions that they were together. It was most vexing!

She forced her mind from wandering down that trail. There were more immediate concerns and, as if to reflect the seriousness of her thoughts, her walking pace gradually slowed. So much had happened in the last three days that she was struggling to absorb or rather digest it all.

The dinner with the Fitzwilliam family had taken place on Monday evening and she could look back on it now with equanimity and some small satisfaction. His uncle, the Earl, was every bit as reserved and coolly polite as William had given her to expect. His wife was much less so. She could not be sure how they perceived her but from their reaction to her answers to some of their questions, she detected some reservations. Nevertheless, their civility did not waver and she thought she discerned some warming on the part of the Earl when she was able to encourage him to talk about his sister, Darcy's mother. Thinking about their conversations she had concluded that he seemed delighted to talk of his childhood with his younger sister and it was a topic that she knew could be explored with him in the future. Elizabeth could find no evidence in his treatment of her, nor did he disclose anything in their conversation, that hinted at any awareness of Lady Catherine's interference although she was sure that Lady Catherine had written her brother to state her objections to the match. It was as though it had not happened. For this she could only be thankful.

The rattle of a passing coach alerted her to her surroundings once more. Checking her timepiece she realized that she must have been walking much slower than was her usual wont. By now she should have reached the park which remained some distance ahead. She glanced back and could see Jonathon ambling casually behind her, close enough to provide protection should such be necessary but providing sufficient space for her to feel a degree of privacy. She looked ahead and thought to quicken her pace and for several minutes she concentrated on her surroundings, noticing the streets to be gradually filling with people and the sounds of a neighbourhood coming awake. It was somehow both comforting and relaxing and not too many minutes had passed before reflections of that dinner had once more commanded her thoughts. She had found the Countess to be less reserved than her husband and when the ladies had withdrawn to the music room, she had warmed even more, particularly when talking about her son, Richard, who was with Wellesley's army in Portugal, or had they moved into Spain - she could not be sure. His mother's concern and fears for his safety were evident and Elizabeth could not but be sympathetic. That she had met the Colonel in Kent was a revelation to the Countess and Elizabeth was more than willing to share her approbation of him with his mother. In their discussions she admitted she had admired his amiability and gentlemanly behaviour and that she quite envied Lady Frances since she had no brother of her own. Lady Frances laughingly commented that brothers could sometimes be rather a nuisance, particularly when a young lady was striving to present an image of ladylike behaviour. This was greeted with sympathy from the other ladies; however, Lady Frances did admit that overall she found her brother to be tolerable enough when not being a nuisance. Elizabeth's chuckle was met by an easy grin from Lady Frances.

"Quack! Quack!"

Elizabeth came to an abrupt stop and looked about her. Her feet had not only carried her into the park but also to the pond where she frequently stopped to feed the ducks who, having seen her approach, had swum out of the water and surrounded her, begging for food. She sought the bench nearby and, retrieving the biscuits from her pocket, began crumbling them to distribute to the noisome flock around her feet. Holding some in her hand she let them feed directly, replenishing the supply until all the biscuits were consumed. She rose and dusting off her hands, she took her leave saying, "That's all for now, my friends. Perhaps I will come again tomorrow."

Once more checking her time piece, she thought she had sufficient time to extend her walk a little further and began to walk up a street that she had not yet explored. For a while her attention was focused on the houses she passed. Most seem to be of an age, size and appearance that mirrored that of her aunt and Uncle Gardiner. The grounds were well-kept, the houses well maintained, at least from an outward appearance. Altogether the houses radiated a sense of comfort and well-being that a healthy income could provide. In such an environment it was possible to allow her attention to drift onto those matters which were of immediate concern.

She had found the Colonel's siblings to be much as William had described them. Lady Frances and her husband were amiable, intelligent conversationalists and quite interested in learning about their cousin's courtship. Elizabeth restrained her teasing and gave an abbreviated version; however, she did not hesitate to share with the Countess and her daughter that her initial opinion of William was very poor and that it had taken some months for him to convince her to change it. That any young woman would not be impressed with William from their first acquaintance was something which she could see they had difficulty comprehending. She dared not tell them she had refused his first offer of marriage, lest they think her a simpleton. The evening had passed tolerably well and William had assured her the next day that his aunt and uncle had found her acceptable - high praise indeed she thought cynically - and were prepared to help her entry into society. His aunt had invited Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner to tea in two days time, in company with her daughter, daughter-in-law and Georgiana. Elizabeth's thoughts on this were interrupted by a call from Jonathon, whom she noted, had shortened the distance between them and was now just behind her.

"Miss Elizabeth, I think it is time you returned home. They will be breaking their fast shortly."

Checking her timepiece, Elizabeth could see that it was indeed time to return, "Thank you, Jonathon. I had quite overlooked the passage of time." With which she began to walk back, attempting to set a faster pace so as not to be late for the meal.

She could not regulate her thoughts so as to exclude the meeting with the Countess that had taken place the previous afternoon. Nor did she want to. She had found it had been more pleasurable than she had anticipated. Her own aunt had clearly surprised the Countess with her manners and gentility and over the course of the hour they had warmed to each other to the point where both had, at one point, turned to regard Elizabeth closely. She had felt somewhat akin to an exhibit on display and said as much only to be reassured by her aunt that they were simply considering which styles would suit her best. They were making plans to visit a modiste for that purpose. Both Lady Frances and Georgiana expressed an interest in being one of the parties and Elizabeth was more than willing to comply, particularly if it meant she could avoid having her mother involved. She could hope that, knowing a Countess was helping her with her wedding clothes, would suffice to dissuade her mother from journeying to town for that purpose. Her aunt seemed to have guessed her reasons and had gone so far as to express an appreciation for the Countess's help since it would allow Elizabeth's mother to concentrate on planning the wedding.

If the Countess and her daughter were amiable, Lady Elaine was civil but only barely so and contributed little to the discussion. After one or two aborted attempts at conversation, Elizabeth directed her efforts elsewhere and paid her only such civilities that met with the approval of both of them. While most of her attention was directed to the Countess and Lady Frances, she consciously tried to ensure that Georgiana was included in the discussions. In this, she was assisted by her Aunt Gardiner and she could see that Georgiana was losing some of her shyness when discussions focused on Pemberley, music and shopping. By the time they left, plans had been laid to visit a modiste within a day or so.

When she had related these matters to Darcy later that evening, he had been quick to indicate his regard for his cousin, Richard.

"We owe much to him. It was only with his good advice and counsel that I was able to see how grievously I had offended you in my first offer of marriage. He has ever been your strongest supporter and encouraged me to amend my behaviour and to try to convince you that I could be worthy of your respect."

"I found him to be most gentlemanly and ..." here she cast a teasing look at Darcy, "his manner of discouraging any expectations on my part was most skillfully done."

Darcy spoke with no little trepidation, "Did you have any? Expectations I mean?"

Elizabeth had turned thoughtful, which she could see did little to ease Darcy's concern and when she spoke again it had been with measured words. "I cannot be less than truthful. Given how poorly I thought of you at the time, the attentions of the Colonel were welcomed. No woman can be insensible to the attentions of an amiable, honourable man." A pause had lasted for several moments before she continued, "However, your cousin was very careful to indicate that he was not free to marry without consideration of a substantial dowry." She laughed, "I believe the figure of 50,000 pounds was mentioned." She looked up at Darcy, "Do not concern yourself on this, William. I know my affections were not engaged, since I viewed the situation with only a minor regret which lasted no longer than the end of our walk that day."

The sombre expression on Darcy's face did not ease and Elizabeth grew somewhat concerned, "What is the cause of that dour look, Mr. Darcy? You are not jealous of your cousin surely?"

"No...No...I simply began thinking of my behaviour to you in Kent. I still cannot think of ...."

"No more, William! No more! We have left that behind, have we not? Truly, neither of us behaved properly that night. You must accept my philosophy on this."

"Remind me of that philosophy please."

"To think of the past only as its remembrance gives you pleasure."

"You have so little to regret that ..."

"Mr. Darcy, I shall get quite angry with you if you continue like this. Enough, sir! The past is past!"

Elizabeth's voice had risen slightly as she spoke and her Uncle Gardiner looked up from the book that he was reading to glance at them both. His raised eyebrow had been met by a firm shake of the head from Elizabeth and he returned to his book, to all appearances oblivious to the couple on the other side of the room. Darcy finally managed a small smile, "I bow to your wisdom on this."

"Clever man! Now, let us talk of more enjoyable matters." Darcy leaned forward and took her hand in both of his, running his thumb over the back of her hand. Elizabeth could feel the heat of his hand and a small frisson of delight at his touch. She could only look at his hands and hope he did not observe the flush of colour that his actions engendered. Her mouth was dry and she wetted her lips to as though to speak although no words came forth. She could not realize how her action affected Darcy with the sudden desire to kiss her and he leaned forward. Only his realization of her uncle's presence stopped him from such an action. Instead he cleared his throat, "ah...I find myself...I mean...'

"You are babbling, sir!" Elizabeth's chortle of delight forced a small smile from Darcy.

"Indeed I am, Miss Bennet!"

"Miss Bennet?"

"Babbling, Miss Bennet. Babbling! See to what a state I have been reduced!"

"And I am at fault here, sir?"

"Indeed you are. I find myself wishing that your sister would return sooner from the north so that we might be married sooner. The next month seems interminable to me. That we can spend so little time together only increases the torture. The wait until I can take you to Pemberley as my bride ... as my wife... is torturous indeed."

Even now, in the cool morning air, Elizabeth could remember the heat of his hands and the passion underlying his words. She had been unable to respond herself as she wished, contenting herself with grasping his hands even tighter. His leave-taking shortly thereafter had given her the opportunity she sought. After he raised her hands to press a kiss on her fingers preparatory to leaving, she had halted his departure by placing a hand on his chest and brushing her lips against his. Stepping back quickly, her demure, "Good-night, William." accompanied by a slight smile had frozen him in place. Only a discrete cough from her uncle who had finally made his way to the door had been, she was convinced, all that prevented her betrothed from returning the favour more vigorously. At the time she had wished her uncle to have been a little slower but now she conceded his timing to have been fortuitous. Shaking these thoughts away and concentrating on the present, she became aware that the Gardiner house was but a short distance away. Checking her timepiece once more, she realized that she had been gone almost two hours and that her aunt was likely to start worrying about her. Given her aunt's condition, she did not want to cause her any unnecessary concern and, quickening her pace, she finally entered the house, greeting her aunt and cousins cheerfully as she joined them in the dining room to break her fast.

Elizabeth was enjoying a quiet, for once, luncheon with her aunt later that day when they were disturbed by a maid bearing a message which she handed to Elizabeth. "Andrew, from your father's estate, Miss Elizabeth, just delivered this. He said it was urgent but that no reply was required."

"Thank you, Millie." Elizabeth's apprehension was obvious to her aunt who waited while her niece opened and read the letter. "Oh my, I think ..." the tremor in Elizabeth's voice brought her aunt to her side, "I think William must see this at once!"

"What is it, Lizzy?"

"Here, please read it yourself."

April 23, 1813
Longbourn, Hertfordshire

Dear Lizzy,

Now that I think on it, I have just had the most amusing morning in years and all courtesy of your cousin's patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. You know that only the most diverting of follies would lead me to write unless absolute necessity inspired me.

Just as we were getting up from the breakfast table, we were visited by your betroth's aunt, Lady Catherine. Given the condition of her horses, which I noted afterwards, she must have driven all the way from London that very morning. They were quite blown, the horses that is, not Lady Catherine, although in retrospect that is not a poor description of that lady also.

I thought her purpose was to voice her objections to your engagement and I was not to be disappointed. She was most seriously displeased to find that you were not at Longbourn but, instead, visiting in London. She took it upon herself, to assuage her disappointment I have no doubt, to inflict on me all that she had planned to bestow on you. You are greatly in my debt, daughter - most greatly and I will insist on some suitable recompense.

I will not insult or bore you with all of the foolishness that Lady Catherine spouted. I have rarely seen so much pomposity, stupidity and arrogance encapsulated in one person in my whole existence. I suspect that having surrounded herself with those who not only flatter but are afraid to dispute her opinions, she no longer can distinguish between facts and her wishes. If one of those advisors is her doctor, she could be breathing her last while being reassured that she is well.

How she can believe that her wish for an engagement between her nephew and her daughter creates an obligation which that nephew must honour, in preference to his stated and public intention to wed another, is not something I can credit. But she does!

I was most amused by her request of me to break the engagement in order to free her nephew to marry her daughter. I could not help but observe, to her obvious displeasure, that even should I do so, there was no guarantee that Mr. Darcy would offer for her daughter and that, having declined the opportunity to do so for five years or more, it seemed unlikely he would do so now.

Having exhausted all arguments, logical but mostly illogical, to convert me to her way of thinking - may the good Lord preserve me from that - she made a final effort. She offered me 25,000 pounds to break the engagement. When I gently suggested that, even should I accept the offer, since both you and Mr. Darcy are of age, my consent is not required in the first place and, in the second instance, only you and Mr. Darcy could do so. I assured her that I would not presume to act for you in this matter and that your affections had been fully engaged such that breaking the engagement would be as frivolous and ill-considered as her proposal. Needless to say, she was not amused - a point she made several times in fact. That she had insulted my honour I could not bother to even mention to one so lost to the very concept. Obviously, she believed me devoid of such an attribute. Perhaps she thought it reserved for her exalted position.

I do not know her intentions when she left. Her horses were exhausted and I believe that this letter should arrive in London before her carriage. I would suggest you apprise Mr. Darcy of her activities and forewarn him of her probable presence.

Your loving father,
Thomas Bennet

"Yes, we must inform Mr. Darcy, Lizzy, and I think we must include your father's letter which I will arrange to have delivered immediately. Write a short note to accompany it while I make the arrangements."

"I believe he is at home. I do not expect him to visit until somewhat later."

Elizabeth wrote a brief note addressed to Darcy and sealed her father's letter inside. One of the Gardiners' grooms was waiting when she had finished and within minutes was on his way to Darcy House.

Elizabeth was not altogether surprised to see Darcy enter their drawing room later in the afternoon. His note, after receiving hers, had suggested he would do so if circumstances permitted. She could not help look up at him with an obvious question on her mind. His slight smile was reassuring as he bent over her fingers and brushed them with his lips. After greeting Mrs. Gardiner, he remarked that the neighbouring park looked quite inviting and asked if Miss Bennet would enjoy a stroll with him. Mrs. Gardiner was not insensible of the notion that they wished to discuss Lady Catherine's activities and readily gave her consent to the outing.

Darcy and Elizabeth walked in silence for some few minutes. Elizabeth after a quick glance at Darcy's mien could tell he was thoughtful and guessed he was trying to decide how best to express his thoughts. This deliberateness was, she now recognized, an essential part of who he was. When he was ready, he would speak. Until then, she would not press him.

Finally, he shook his head. "Elizabeth, I must thank you and your father for the promptness of the warning in regards to my Aunt. I must also, at some point, apologize to your father for her behaviour. It was most unconscionable."

Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt you need apologize to my father. I suspect he derived considerable amusement from her visit."

"Nevertheless, I feel compelled to do so."

"Can you speak of what happened? Did she go to your uncle?"

"Yes, to both questions. Lady Catherine did indeed call on my uncle. Fortunately, I had enough time to warn him that she might visit and was myself present when she arrived."

"I suspect she was not happy to see you."

"True, and when she was told that we had been informed of her meeting with your father, she did not seem inclined to stay overlong. My uncle was quite irritated with her behaviour - I think he called it 'presumptuous'. He was also not inclined to support her desire for an attachment between Anne and myself since he felt that Anne's health would prevent her from fulfilling any of the duties required of my wife, quite apart from any consideration of mutual affection."

Elizabeth could tell that what he had to say next was quite distasteful. His lips had compressed to a thin line but then curved into that slight smile once more. "My uncle was very disturbed by my aunt's attempt to bribe your father. He described it as frivolous as it was ill-considered. I must admit I was both shocked and ...amused to hear him view the whole episode with the same disparagement as your father; particularly since I had decided that showing your father's letter to him would be most impolitic. I was uncertain that my uncle could appreciate your father's rather impertinent perception of Lady Catherine."

"What happened next?"

"My uncle simply told Lady Catherine that the engagement had his blessing and that any public opposition on her part would not be tolerated. After some further huffing, Lady Catherine departed for Kent. I have no reason to believe she will change her stance, but I do not expect her to oppose the Earl on this."

"We have reason to thank him, then."

"I believe he was motivated mostly by a desire to avoid a split in the family - a severing of the Darcy-Fitzwilliam linkage."

"Whatever his motive, I appreciate it."

"Your father's letter gave me cause for concern on another issue. His joking reference to my aunt's doctor made me question whether my cousin, Anne, is receiving proper attention. I mentioned this to my uncle and he admitted he had not thought of that. We, neither of us, know my aunt's doctor and my uncle has decided to investigate further to ensure Anne is receiving proper care."

"I had not thought of that." Elizabeth shook her head, "I cannot conceive of someone not availing themselves of the best care if they can afford to do so. Surely your aunt would not be so ... so misguided?"

"I cannot answer for her actions. I would hope not but she is not one to take correction or advice easily if it does not agree with her prejudices and opinions."

They continued to their walk. By now they had completed a full circuit of the park and were moving toward a set of benches that ringed the small pond. Once seated, Darcy took her hand in his and, with what she now could see as embarrassment, asked, "Can we speak of a more ... ah, pleasant topic?"

Elizabeth's curiosity was now aroused, "Certainly, sir. There can be no shortage of more agreeable topics."

"Actually, I wish to know your preferences after we are married."

Elizabeth made no effort to mask her confusion. "Preferences, sir?"

His embarrassment was causing a slight flush to appear on his face, "Yes ... well ... actually I was thinking of where we might spend the first few weeks of our marriage." Suddenly, the words came pouring out as though he needed to loose them as soon as was possible. "I had thought we might spend the first two weeks in London and then in early June, go to Pemberley. However, we could go to Pemberley directly or to another location ... Bath, The Lakes ... I wish you to be happy and for us to enjoy the time together ... alone."

Elizabeth had not given much thought to where they would go after the marriage. "I do want to be at Pemberley as much as possible, I feel at ... at home there. But I would not be opposed to spending time in London. Once I am ensconced at Pemberley, you will find it difficult to get me to leave. Jane will not wish to leave London once her husband sails and my Aunt Gardiner will be unable to travel this summer. Perhaps a fortnight in London before we go to Pemberley would be best." She thought for a few seconds, "Are we likely to be plagued by callers, if we stay?"

"We will simply take the knocker off the door for the first week." Darcy suddenly smiled, "And we can attend a ball while we are here and I can show my beautiful wife to the world. While I would like to insist that, for this ball, you dance only with me, I realize that is not possible! However, I will offend the proprieties by insisting on three dances - the first, supper and last dances. Oh, and if there is a waltz, which is unlikely, you must dance that with me."

Elizabeth blushed deeply, "Such punishment I find I can bear quite easily. I must warn you though that I have not learned the waltz so will have to sit it out."

"That may be less of a problem than you believe. I am sure that with a few lessons you will dance it admirably. Perhaps Georgiana can play for us while I teach you."

"And where exactly did you learn to waltz, sir?" The raised eyebrow which accompanied this question encountered a complacent grin from Darcy.

"I had the services of a most excellent dance instructor...for Georgiana! She was being taught and I attended a lesson or two. I think I have learned enough to avoid damaging your toes too greatly."

"I look forward to being instructed, sir" her cheeky response elicited another grin from Darcy, "Indeed, and I to instructing."

"I think we should be returning home. I believe the dinner hour fast approaches." Elizabeth was less concerned about her meal as she was to recover her equilibrium in the privacy of her room. The thought of waltzing with Darcy, to be held so intimately in his arms was both disconcerting and, she realized, alluring.

They returned to the Gardiner's home in much better spirits than when they had departed. Elizabeth was able to relate to her aunt all that had transpired at Matlock House with Lady Catherine's visit. Their intentions to remain in London for a fortnight following the wedding also met with her approval; and the Matlock's plans to host them for a dinner before they left for Pemberley were discussed and approved.

Chapter 35

Posted on 2015-01-19

Saturday April 25, 1813 - London

It was with no little relief that Elizabeth sought the comfort of her bed, thankful that Darcy had been unable to stay after dinner due to pressing business matters early the next morning. The past week had been such as to limit her opportunities to contemplate and understand all that had happened and, when not under the press of one engagement or another, Darcy had consumed her attention when they were together and thoughts when they were apart. She did not think she was besotted with the man but admitted to herself that others might well believe her so. In less than four weeks, he would be her husband. She held that thought close to her heart for comfort and with no little anticipation.

She was coming to understand the man although she suspected that he was complicated enough to forever be providing her with new insights. After so signally failing to illustrate his character over the first few months of their acquaintance, she had devoted a considerable effort to decipher his expressions once they renewed their relationship. She knew that her sketch was incomplete but her ability to sense his moods was improving. He would always be reticent. That was his basic nature but, in familiar company, he was more outgoing. He would never be as easy as his friend, Mr. Bingley, nor would he ever overtly break the proprieties in public. She knew this of herself as well. With no dowry and no connections that the world valued, her character and reputation were her most precious assets. Lydia's actions only made it more important that the latter not be tarnished. In this she knew she could trust William. However, she had hopes that, when they were able to enjoy true privacy, he could and would be even more open and thus allow herself to be so as well. She contemplated such privacy with both trepidation and anticipation. She was a country girl. One could not raise farm animals and be ignorant of the mating process. While she was not totally ignorant of the marital intimacies, she could not relate that knowledge to the marriage bed. She could feel herself flushing and thoughts skittering away from contemplating those intimacies. "I had better think less pleasant thoughts!....shopping."

Elizabeth knew she really did not enjoy shopping. She liked new gowns as much as the next young lady but the effort and time seemed to be such a waste when there were more interesting things to do. Unfortunately, her aunt and her Darcy and Fitzwilliam soon-to-be relations were of a different persuasion and had left her little choice but to surrender to their demands. Thus she knew she would find herself, over the course of the next weeks, being dragged from one shop to another, visiting modistes, milliners, glovers and boot-makers to name but a few. It had all begun with the shopping trip planned by the Countess.

Elizabeth and her Aunt Gardiner had arrived at Darcy House to find Georgiana, the Countess and Lady Frances waiting for them. The Countess wasted no time in bundling them all into her carriage to visit her modiste, Madame Estelle. Apprised that Elizabeth and Darcy were planning to attend a ball before leaving for Pemberley, a suitable ball-gown was placed near the top of the list. When they arrived at Madame Estelle's, an assistant, recognizing the Countess, immediately attended her. The Countess, in a carrying voice, said, "I have an appointment at two with Madame"

The assistant quickly sought and returned with Madame Estelle who welcomed the Countess.

"Madame, I am pleased to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet who is to marry my nephew, Fitzwilliam Darcy, in a month's time. We are here to augment Miss Bennet's wardrobe and to select a ball-gown."

The heads of several other shoppers in the room snapped up and Elizabeth was quickly aware of the attention being focused on her. Two ladies, known to the Countess and her daughter, walked over to be introduced and chatted amiably with the party while Madame Estelle arranged for a private showing room. The questions directed Elizabeth's way were not unexpected as the ladies sought to find out more about this young woman who had captured the affections of one of London's most eligible bachelors. The Countess listened with no little appreciation as Elizabeth answered most questions cheerfully while deflecting those that bordered on impertinent, and occasionally interjecting a comment of her own to indicate the support of the Fitzwilliam family for the marriage. When Madame eventually returned to lead them to the showing room, the Countess patted Elizabeth's hand saying, "You handled that very well, Miss Bennet."

"Thank you, Lady Matlock. But please, can you not call me Elizabeth?"

The Countess looked at her for several seconds. She could not detect, in Elizabeth's manner, any desire for undue familiarity, and nodded her head, "I think I would like that. You shall call me Aunt Eleanor." Behind her back Lady Frances was unsuccessful in hiding a smile as she watched her mother warm to the young woman who would soon be her niece. She reached over to lay a hand on Elizabeth's arm, smiled and said, "And you must call me Frances or Fran, whichever you choose."

Elizabeth returned her smile, "Please, call me Elizabeth or Lizzy, as my family does."

Madame returned with books of designs and swatches of fabric and arranged for refreshments as they began their deliberations. It was quickly determined that while a wedding gown was of importance, the immediate priority was for several day gowns and one or two evening gowns to be readied within days. Elizabeth demurred at first but the Countess looked at her severely and stated clearly, "You will suffer a great deal of public scrutiny in the next few weeks. I know from experience, how important it will be for you to feel comfortable in how you look. It will give you confidence to deal with whatever or whomever you may face. As well, you can be assured that most of those who will be assessing you will look first at the quality and style of your clothes. We will give them nothing to disparage. ... Besides, I am sure that my nephew will be delighted to show how beautiful you are." The last was said with a small smile and Elizabeth could see her aunt nodding in agreement. She realized that further argument was futile and simply nodded her acceptance. The Countess patted her hand, "I believe I will gift you the ball gown. It has been a long time since I dressed a daughter for a ball." Her sly look at Lady Frances only elicited a grin from that lady, who whispered audibly to Elizabeth, "My mother and I could never reach agreement on what suited me best. I am afraid she quickly gave up on me." The Countess simply shook her head feigning some dismay.

Elizabeth laughed openly, "That sounds all too familiar. My mother and I could never agree on the appropriate amount of lace on a dress. Any was too much for me most times."

For the next four hours, Elizabeth felt herself befuddled by designs, fabrics and a vast array of colours and patterns. Several morning and day gowns were ordered as well as two evening gowns for delivery within days in addition to another twenty gowns that were ordered for delivery several weeks hence. Arrangements were made for a fitting in two days with the gowns being completed a day later.

That day set the pattern for subsequent visits to other shops. The Countess would enter a shop, ask to see the proprietor and introduce Elizabeth in much the same manner as was done at Madame Estelle's. As Elizabeth's Aunt Gardiner explained to her after the first day of shopping, the Countess was publicly and clearly stating the Fitzwilliam approval of Darcy's betrothed. When, upon returning to the carriage, Elizabeth subsequently expressed her appreciation, the Countess was quick to disclaim any particular credit. "It is" she stressed, "a matter of importance to my family that my nephew's bride be accorded the respect due her position. However," and her face took on a sterner cast, "it will be up to you to maintain and enhance that respect. Nothing I have seen of you so far would suggest that you cannot do so." Lady Frances, who had been silently observing this exchange, leaned forward to offer her support, "Elizabeth, whatever help I can provide, it is yours."

Elizabeth was pensive for a few seconds, "Thank you, Frances." Turning to the Countess, she continued, "You have introduced me to a number of ladies over the last few days. I will admit that I cannot remember all of them. I trust there are a few that are most important to remember."

The Countess nodded, "Lady ____ and Countess _____ are very important, however, I believe you will meet both again before you leave London. I would expect them to call on you if you receive visitors before departing for Pemberley."

Elizabeth leaned back against the carriage seat and sighed, "I think I need a long, long walk. Perhaps I can convince William to take me to Hyde Park. An hour or so of walking would restore me. I do miss being able to walk with him in the mornings. We had such lovely rambles at Pemberley. I long to return." The remainder of the carriage ride was completed in relative silence. Elizabeth was not the only lady feeling the strain of their activities. Fortunately, there was a respite of two days before the final fitting for the ball-gown.

Friday May 1, 1813 - London

Elizabeth was enjoying the courtship elements of her engagement period. The announcement of her engagement to Darcy had been published and she had already been called upon by several of her acquaintances. The Johnsons were among the first to visit and express their pleasure. Mrs. Johnson had divulged that her suspicions had been raised at a dinner where she had observed them both. When informed that both Darcy and Elizabeth hoped they could attend the wedding, their assurances not slow in being given. Other welcome visitors were Mrs. Thompson and her daughter who were come to town for the season.

As it happened, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, along with their daughter and eldest son and his wife, had been their guests for dinner several evenings previous along with Darcy. Conversation at the table had been pleasant and, if the talk had focussed more on the political events that were transpiring and their implications for their business and professional interests than was perhaps usual, none of the participants took offence. In fact, Elizabeth had appreciated the intelligence and discernment of their guests and enjoyed the discussion and found that the time had passed most expeditiously. The subject of her upcoming marriage was, of course, a topic of singular interest and Elizabeth was pressed to divulge all of the plans that her mother was pursuing. As the ladies rose to withdraw to let the gentleman enjoy their wine in private, she did notice Mrs. Thompson stoop to whisper something to her husband. His response and her emphatic assent seemed to settle something of importance between them.

Once the ladies had settled in the drawing room, discussion had quickly turned to the particulars of the London Season. As Miss Thompson explained, it was her third season and she really did not expect that it would prove more productive or interesting than those previous. Her opinion of most of the supposedly eligible men she had met was not high and she was inclined to set a less strenuous schedule for herself to which lack of effort her mother was opposed. Mrs. Thompson was not unsympathetic to her daughter's disenchantment but was concerned that withdrawing from the social activities would entail withdrawing from the search for a suitable husband for her daughter. And, while she was not inclined to pressure her daughter, she admitted she could not perceive alternative means of putting her daughter in the way of worthy suitors.

In the course of their conversation Miss Thompson and Elizabeth realized that they were both of a mind to further their acquaintance and, to that end, agreed to visit regularly while both were in town. Elizabeth indicated that she and Darcy planned to spend the first two weeks of their married life in London and anticipated visitors in the second week and gave Miss Thompson reason to believe a visit would be welcomed.

Mrs. Thompson started to say something but appeared to be hesitant until Mrs. Gardiner, noticing her reluctance, prompted her. "Mrs. Thompson? Was there something troubling you?"

"No indeed. I was just a little uncertain how to approach this subject." Turning to look at Elizabeth, Mrs. Thompson continued, "The problem is that you will be at Longbourn for only a few days. I ...Mr. Thompson and I would very much like to host a dinner, to celebrate your engagement, with our neighbours in Hertfordshire. Unfortunately, you will be there for two nights only. Would you...would your family be agreeable to us hosting at Netherfield a dinner on the evening before your wedding - the18th?"

Elizabeth did not conceal her surprise at the proposal and looked to her aunt for guidance. Not seeing any particular direction from that source, she responded, caution evident in her words, "For my part I would have no objections at all to such a dinner. In fact it sounds quite delightful; however, my mother may be making other arrangements and she must be consulted on this."

Mrs. Gardiner nodded her agreement, "My sister is most likely planning a dinner but may not as yet have issued any invitations. I would suggest you contact her directly and as soon as possible."

Mrs. Thompson promised to do so on the morrow and then proceeded as follows, "I believe, Miss Bennet, that your family including your sister and her husband and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner and their children will be staying at Longbourn for several days prior to the wedding. Is this correct?" She smiled at the puzzled expressions of assent that followed and continued, "My husband is currently inviting Mr. Darcy and any of his party to stay at Netherfield. I understand his sister and best friend, Mr. Bingley, are likely to join him. And possibly some of his other relatives. We have more than sufficient rooms and would be delighted to accommodate them all."

Elizabeth was speechless at the offer. "I can only express my appreciation Mrs. Thompson. Your offer is most kindly done and will, I hope, be gratefully accepted by Mr. Darcy. I believe he was planning to rent rooms at the Inn in Meryton."

Mrs. Gardiner took the opportunity to quietly ask if the Thompsons would object to hosting Mr. and Mrs. Johnson as they hoped to attend the wedding. Mrs Thompson was quick to agree and offered to extend the invitation. Mrs. Gardiner was not unaware of the unstated object of the Thompson's invitation. They were, in essence, attempting to cement and deepen an acquaintance to a higher level of society. It would be interesting, in her opinion, to see if any of the Darcy connections availed themselves of the offer.

When the gentlemen rejoined the ladies, Darcy quickly informed them all of the Thompson's generous offer which he had accepted on behalf of himself, Georgiana and Mr. Bingley. He declared his intentions of extending the offer to his Fitzwilliam relatives and was hopeful that some would accept. As he mentioned privately to Elizabeth later that evening, he did not anticipate that his Uncle Matlock would accept the invitation since it would mean staying in the home of someone directly connected to trade. Nevertheless he thought his cousin, Lady Frances, and her husband would accept.

The following night Darcy and Elizabeth attended a performance of 'Love's Labour Lost' at Covent Gardens in company with the Gardiners and Lady Frances and her husband. As they had expected, their entrance to the theatre had drawn considerable attention and a steady stream of well-wishers had slowed their progress to the Darcy box. While a few of those seeking an introduction to Elizabeth were friends of Darcy, most were mere acquaintances and curious to see and meet the woman who was to become Mrs. Darcy. Elizabeth smiled, nodded acknowledgements as Darcy maintained their movement to their box, stopping to talk only with those with whom he was well acquainted. Darcy's discomfiture had been increasingly obvious as they entered the theatre and Elizabeth could feel his tension through her grasp of his elbow. She squeezed hard to capture his attention and murmured "William...William!" Once he glanced at her, she continued, "I am with you and we can get through this together." Recalled to their situation, he realized that she was as stressed by the attention as himself and he gave her a small smile to ease her concern, laid his other hand atop hers and intertwined his fingers with hers. He was able to greet those who presented themselves with tolerable humour but it was only when they finally reached their box, that she could feel him begin to relax. As expected, they remained an object of attention by many in the theatre. She was very conscious of the eyes turned their way but, since they were there to enjoy the play, it was no hardship to ignore the gazes focused on them and devote themselves to enjoying the performance on the stage. The intermissions saw several visitors, among which were Darcy's Aunt and Uncle Matlock. Their visit and the civility displayed to Elizabeth signalled quite publicly the approval of the Fitzwilliam family and was duly recognized as such by those members of society present that evening. When the Earl bowed over her hand, she thought she heard an audible murmur in the audience. The small smile that graced the Earl's visage seemed to suggest that he heard it as well. When the Countess embraced her and whispered, "I suspect the best performance of the evening is taking place in this box." Elizabeth could do naught but chuckle her agreement and express her thanks to both the Earl and his wife.

This very day the Darcy carriage had delivered her to Darcy House early in the afternoon. Anticipating an afternoon in quiet conversation with Darcy and his sister and possibly a walk in Hyde Park, she was slightly surprised to be shown into the drawing room where Georgiana was seated at the piano. Darcy greeted her and introduced her to a much older gentleman standing by the pianoforte. "Elizabeth, may I introduce Georgiana's Dance Master, Mr. Ambrose Peddle. Mr. Peddle, This is my betrothed, Miss Elizabeth Bennet." Darcy paused and then gave her a slight grin. "We are going to learn a new dance this afternoon...the waltz!"

Elizabeth's gasp was quite audible. "But...but...Is it proper? We are not married after all?"

Darcy reached over and grasped her hands, drawing her towards himself. "It is not improper at all and has been introduced at several private balls over the last year. We do not have to dance should it be played but I thought that if circumstances permit, we might wish to do so. It can do no harm to learn at least."

Elizabeth's uncertainty was obvious and only overshadowed by a reluctant desire to try something the reputation of which polite society viewed as scandalous. Her agreement was won but with an underlying trepidation. With Georgiana providing the music and under the tutelage of their Dance Master, she was introduced to the various postures that embodied the waltz. The dance did incorporate sufficient similarities in terms of steps and movements to those dances with which she was familiar so that it was possible to quickly become comfortable with that aspect of the dance. It was the unfamiliarity of being partnered by Darcy, and the continuous and close contact that prevailed, which most seriously discomposed her. Nonetheless, after two hours of such contact she was sure that even her reservoir of blushes and flushes was exhausted. It was with no little relief that she greeted Darcy's departure on urgent business following the arrival of his steward from Pemberley. Apologizing for being unable to walk with her in Hyde Park and promising that he would attend her before she returned to Gracechurch Street, he joined his steward in his study. Left to their own devices, Elizabeth looked at Georgiana and laughed, "Whatever shall we do for the next hour. Truthfully, I am no longer in need of the exercise provided by a walk."

Georgiana looked thoughtful, "Actually, there are a number of questions that I wished to talk with you about but have simply not had the opportunity to do so. Perhaps we could move to my sitting room?"

Elizabeth's surprise was obvious and was tinged by a slight concern. Nonetheless, she readily agreed to the suggestion and they chatted on inconsequential topics as until they arrived. Once the door was closed, ensuring their privacy, Elizabeth made herself comfortable on the settee and calmly awaited Georgiana's conversation. She was required to wait several minutes as the younger woman was obviously struggling on how best to introduce the topic which concerned her. Seeing her struggles, Elizabeth began to worry that something of a most serious nature was at issue although she could think of nothing that would cause such obvious anxiety in Georgiana. She forced herself to remain calm and let her initiate the conversation. Georgiana had walked slowly around the room before coming to a stop in front of a window out of which her gaze was focused.

At last Georgiana turned to face Elizabeth and broke the silence, "I am sorry. You must be thinking me quite the fool."

"Not at all. I am simply worried that something has distressed you so. Will you not speak to me of it? I can assure you that I can imagine very few topics of which we may not speak."

"Elizabeth, can I ask that our talk remain in confidence between us?"

Elizabeth considered this request for several moments, "I can agree to that only in so far as doing so will not cause harm to you or someone else."

"It will not, I assure you!"

"Very well, you must know that you have piqued my interest and concern. Of what do you wish to speak that requires such privacy?"

Georgiana's blush surprised Elizabeth but not as much as the words that followed, "I wish to...I want to know...Oh!..." finally she blurted, "Your sister Jane and Mr. Bingley. What is their history because I am sure there must be such?"

Elizabeth did not try to hide her surprise from Georgiana. "I am all amazement. From your demeanour I was anticipating something truly worrisome." She thought for a few moments and continued, "their history?....well...you know Mr. Bingley leased an estate - Netherfield - near Longbourn almost two years ago, do you not?"

At Georgiana's nod she continued, "He took possession around Michaelmas and within two months his attentions to my sister were such as to lead to an expectation in us all that he would be making her an offer of marriage very shortly. However, after a ball at Netherfield towards the end of that November, in which he danced at least four times with Jane and his attentions were such as to discourage others from seeking her to dance, he departed Netherfield and Hertfordshire never to return. My sister was...devastated to be truthful. She had come to esteem Mr. Bingley a great deal and, as well as losing his affections; she was mortified by the manner in which he cut the acquaintance. She was hurt for quite a long time although her hurt gradually turned to anger over his treatment of her. Eventually that anger dissipated and she thought little of him. We - neither of us - had seen him since the Netherfield ball until we met in York. I think it is fair to say that my sister feels no more for him now than for any other man of her acquaintance." Elizabeth grinned, "I dare say that Jane would now think her previous attachment to Mr. Bingley a pale shadow compared to that she now holds for her husband."

Elizabeth paused, "Does that answer your question?"

Georgiana's countenance became paled, "Elizabeth, when...when my brother explained what happened when you refused his proposal in Kent, he indicated that one of the reasons was that he had separated your sister from a young man who was very interested in her. Was that Mr. Bingley" Was that why Mr. Bingley did not return to Netherfield?"

"Yes, although in fairness to your brother he did not believe my sister to have an affection equal to Mr. Bingley. From what your brother has related, Mr. Bingley himself came to believe that he was not ready for marriage at the time else he could not have been worked upon." Elizabeth was not prepared to divulge the particulars of Darcy's involvement in separating Bingley from her sister. "I suggest that if you need to know more that you apply to your brother since I believe Mr. Bingley spoke to him of his intentions."

Georgiana was clearly unsatisfied with this answer but Elizabeth also thought her to be reluctant to approach her brother on the subject. "Georgie, do you mind telling me to what these questions tend?"

After a few silent minutes, Georgiana responded, "Mr. Bingley visited us at Pemberley last winter. He seemed much changed. Quieter, amiable but not as...as lively, perhaps, as in the past. He seemed much different - older I guess. When we met again in York, he appeared to have become even more like William - serious and much involved in his business activities."

Elizabeth nodded in acquiesce. "I agree, Mr. Bingley has grown quite markedly."

"Elizabeth, Mr. Bingley did not, I think, pay me any particular attentions but looking back on our conversations I see that they were much different than in the past."

"Different? In what way, Georgie?"

"While we talked of my activities, we also spoke about his businesses, social activities in York, what life was like there." As Elizabeth listened to Georgiana she smiled to herself, "Well done, Mr. Bingley!"

"Georgiana, do you feel Mr. Bingley paid you any particular attentions?"

"Not really. He seemed to spend an equal amount of time with other young ladies."

"Let me ask an important question. How do you feel about him?"

Georgiana's mien became pensive, "I hardly know. I...I think I would like to know him better."

Elizabeth considered the young girl in front of her for a few moments. Georgiana grew a little restive under her gaze and opened her mouth to speak when Elizabeth interrupted, "First of all, you are not out yet so questions of his attentions are moot. Your brother would not allow Mr. Bingley to pay his addresses until you are out and I am sure Mr. Bingley is quite aware of that fact." She paused for a second and continued, "Second, you are not yet seventeen and your experience or knowledge of men is quite limited." She grimaced, "You certainly met one of the worst already. Most men are not like Mr. Wickham but you have not been in company with many of them even considering those that are family. I believe you should experience a full season before even considering any possible attachments. I have not spoken to your brother on this and do not know his opinions. I am sure he is in no hurry to see you married and will afford you all the time necessary. You need to meet and become better acquainted with a wider variety of men before accepting one as a husband. Be assured that your brother and I will always be available for help and guidance."

"Georgie, I seem to remember that we held a rather similar conversation some weeks ago. Nothing has really changed. You will come out - probably this fall, you will meet and get to know a wide variety of men and women and your brother and I will be there to support you. If Mr. Bingley or any other man has intentions towards you, there will be more than sufficient time for you to get to know him and decide your wishes."

The two young women continued their conversation until interrupted by a knock on the door and William's voice requesting permission to enter. Informing them that it was time to travel to Gracechurch Street for dinner, he shepherded them down to the carriage which awaited them. His attempts to find out what they had talked about were frustrated by Elizabeth's quip that "Young women need some secrets even from brothers!"

Chapter 36

Saturday May 8, 1813 - Gracechurch Street, London

Elizabeth was just finishing her breakfast when her aunt entered the room with a smile on her face and placed a letter beside her."I think you have been waiting for this, Lizzy. A letter from Jane!"

"Oh, I was wondering when I would hear from her. I realize we have been apart for little more than a fortnight, but so much seems to happen every day." Without further ado, she opened her letter.

May 2, 1813
York, Yorkshire

Dearest Lizzie,

I was thrilled to receive your last letter. You may be assured that we will return in time for the wedding. We will be in London by May 15 and will travel with you to Longbourn on the following Monday. I will be honoured to be your bridesmaid. I also understand your reasons for being married in Longbourn, I find myself feeling as much anger now by the treatment we received as I did several months ago. It is, I admit, most unchristian of me and I am sure I can hear you saying, 'most un-Jane like'. Perhaps time will lessen my ire. I hope so. Since I will have little time to acquire a gown for the wedding when I return to London, I decided to visit a modiste here in York. I found one that was highly recommended and she will have the most beautiful blue silk gown ready before I depart.

On happier topics, Amos and I are thoroughly enjoying our stay in York. I very much like the country and the people here; and, once I find myself comfortable with the local dialect, I am sure I should get on famously with everyone. Until then, I frequently seem to require a translator by my side. As you remember, Mother Stovall is a dear heart and his sister, Emily, is much the same. I regret you had to leave before becoming acquainted with her. She reminds me very much of Charlotte - sensible and intelligent with a good heart. We visited with her and her husband for several days; they are very comfortably situated and will find their family enlarging in August. They are both so happy about it that I find myself envying them greatly. I hope Amos and I do not have too long to wait.

I have the most wonderful news. If you remember, Mr. Bingley invited all of us to dine one evening. It was, unexpectedly, a most enjoyable evening and, as I told you afterwards, I found Mr. Bingley as amiable as ever and someone who could be a good friend. I was able to compare Mr. Bingley with Amos. I think I could have had a contented life with Mr. Bingley as a husband but Amos has given me so much more - joy, a feeling of security - I am simply so glad I married him that I cannot find the proper words. I am a foolish woman but a happy one.

I believe Mr. Bingley has demonstrated his friendship and perhaps a small desire to make amends for his abrupt departure from Hertfordshire. Apparently Amos had mentioned to him that he was looking to acquire an estate in Yorkshire. Mr. Bingley is planning to do likewise and has been actively searching for months. In the course of his efforts, he came upon several estates that he felt were not suitable for him but might satisfy our wishes. He was gracious enough to visit several estates with us and one has proven to be most satisfactory and can be purchased at a good price. The house is smaller than Longbourn but Amos feels it can be expanded at a reasonable cost. The estate is located some forty miles from York but only ten from Scarborough - the latter fact pleases Amos greatly since he hopes to purchase a small boat and sail it from there. He is making arrangements to purchase the estate - Edgemont - and we hope it to be completed before we depart York. Amos proposes to have the manor house expanded later in the year after we finish identifying what is to be done.

We will not remove to the estate until Amos quits the navy; when that will be is not known to us at this moment. We have discussed another matter; when we are ready to occupy the estate, we hope that his mother will live with us for part of the year. We expect she will want to spend some time with her daughter also. I would hope that you and Mr. Darcy will be amongst our first visitors. I know Amos would value any advice that Mr. Darcy could impart.

I should mention that Mrs. Stovall offered to have me live with her while Amos is at sea but I think I would rather live in London. The Gardiners have offered to have me live with them and I will be glad of their company. As well, London is much closer to Portsmouth. Amos and I will travel to Portsmouth following your wedding and take rooms there until he must put to sea. I know you will offer to have me stay with you at Darcy House when you are in town but truthfully, I feel more comfortable living with my aunt and uncle. Please do not take offence but I find myself a bit intimidated by Darcy House.,

Speaking of houses, our mother has written me several letters, all of which seem to presume that Amos and I will be returning to Hertfordshire to live. She seemingly has designs on several estates in the area which she considers suitable; however, from my experience, none of them are appropriate for us and truthfully, I dread living in such close proximity to our mother. I fear she would leave me no peace and quiet. Since removing to London, being married and not having to suffer her nerves, I find myself more content and so much happier. I have yet to inform her that we will not be living in Hertfordshire, nor that we will be buying an estate in Yorkshire. I find I can bear the pain of waiting to deliver that news very easily - I am a most undutiful daughter. Since we will be visiting at Longbourn for the wedding I will most likely have to reveal our plans at that time. I suspect our removal to London will be a relief.

I have just realized that this is the first letter I have written to you as Jane Stovall. You have no notion of how pleased and proud I am to carry that name and of the man I married. I can only wish that you and Mr. Darcy can experience the same joy in your marriage as I do in mine. I remain, as ever,

Your most affectionate sister,
Jane Stovall

"Oh Aunt, she sounds so happy. They will buy an estate in Yorkshire! Mama will be so unhappy. I am sure she believed Jane would settle near Longbourn. Here, you must read this yourself." With which she passed the letter to her aunt while commenting, "I admit to some surprise that Mr. Bingley offered to help them. It must have been somewhat embarrassing for all concerned at first but Jane appears to have survived the experience with little distress."

"Your uncle and I have never gone so far north as Yorkshire. I can see us visiting Jane when they move to ... Edgemont? Yes Edgemont! We will be able to visit our two favourite nieces on one trip. Now, if only your uncle can find time from his business for such a tour."

"That would be so lovely. Do you suppose that you and uncle and the children could visit us at Pemberley this winter? I know I am being a little presumptuous to be issuing invitations when I am not yet Mistress but, if it is possible, I would love to have you visit."

"Let us wait and see. I am not sure I wish to travel that far with an infant. But ... let us see what develops. Now I believe that Mr. Darcy plans to call on you shortly to visit his home and perhaps take a walk in Hyde Park with Georgiana. You had best prepare yourself."

Darcy was also just finishing breakfast that morning when a footman delivered his personal mail. A quick scan of the three letters led him to open that from his Aunt Catherine first on the principle of getting the worst news over with as soon as possible. He found nothing new. His aunt abhorred his engagement, his choice of a wife, his failure to perform his duty to Anne, his uncle's acceptance of the engagement, his ... in short, she was most seriously displeased with him, Elizabeth and, apparently, his uncle. He could not ascertain from the letter that she planned to take any further action and hoped that his uncle's warnings to her of the danger of doing so had been believed.

It was with some pleasure that he opened Bingley's letter to learn that Bingley would indeed be his groomsman for the wedding, expected to arrive in London several days before the wedding and planned to stay for a fortnight before returning to York. Unfortunately, he could not stay at Darcy House on this visit. He and Elizabeth could not be expected to entertain visitors that soon after their marriage.

Finally, Darcy opened the letter from his Cousin, Richard Fitzwilliam.

Darce,

February 8, 1813
Greetings from one who has finally managed to keep a solid meal down for the first time in a week. I suspect I have been an endless source of amusement to the sailors on this tub they call a ship but the humour in it has not struck me as yet. I am truly thankful I decided to cast my lot with the army and not our naval forces. I would make a truly awful seaman. According to the sailors on this ship we have had decent weather so far. I fear for my life if we run into bad weather and I have been told that the prospects do indeed look poor for tomorrow.

I have read your letter several times and put off answering until I felt capable of directing my attention to doing so. I am sure that my thoughts are very little different than yours. Unless Miss Bennet's sister can be found married to Wickham, I do not see how you can possibly attach yourself to her for several years. The damage to the Darcy name and to Georgiana's prospects would be too severe to contemplate such an action. It grieves me to be so blunt but I see no other course. That the reputation of a young lady of Miss Elizabeth's worth should be so damaged by the thoughtless actions of a younger sister is appalling. Her marriage prospects may be irreparably damaged. I am so very sorry for her and for you.

February 16, 1823
As I mentioned above the sailors were not hopeful that the fine weather would last. It did not. We began the stretch to cross the Bay of Biscay and were subject to a truly terrible storm. If I thought I was sick before, I now experienced absolute misery. Fortunately, my man was able to get me water to drink but I kept very little food in my stomach. I have been told that the winter storm was so severe the ships were forced to run before it and were driven part way to the Americas. I asked the Captain why this was so and he simply said that trying to fight the storm would have caused major damage to the sails and masts. As it was, two sailors died, one washed overboard and the other fell from the rigging to the deck. They are now trying to round up all the ships in the convoy which have been scattered across the face of the ocean. Again, according to the Captain, the winds which so dispersed us may also have allowed the French navy to escape the blockade. We have to be concerned that they may be preparing to attack us. We have some escorts but they may not be sufficient. We can only pray.

March 11, 1813
I can finally relax with two feet firmly planted on terra firma. My regiment has at last joined Wellesley's army here in northern Portugal. It took us almost two weeks to make Lisbon after the storm and we marched immediately upon landing. Of course, given our condition, it was a poor excuse for a march. Fortunately, there are no immediate plans for meeting the French. My men are not fit to fight as yet and could be routed by a battalion of aged grandmothers. I suspect we have a month or two to work up our men and develop battle plans. Right now my main concern is getting my regiment healthy and fit. Our horses did not do well on the crossing and are in even worse shape than my men.

I am comfortably situated at the moment in an inn that has been commandeered for officers. It is warm and dry which, after several weeks on board a ship, is a definite relief. I have nothing but admiration for men who make a career in the navy, admiration but no envy. It is not a life I would want at all. I have to close off this letter now since they are collecting mail for delivery home.

RF

He would have to write Richard with the news of his engagement. He could not write of the scheme that was underway to salvage the Bennet reputation. Such could not be put in writing. He was glad that Richard was safe but also knew that, by now, Wellesley's army would most likely be moving against the French forces in Spain.

Darcy took up his aunt's letter once more. He knew he must respond immediately and forcibly. Perhaps if he was sufficiently forceful, he could dissuade her from any further interference. Knowing his aunt's temper, he was not overly optimistic that he could convince her to accept Elizabeth. He would be satisfied if she simply was quiescent. He also knew it would not be an easy or pleasant letter to write. Moving to his study, he took pen in hand and began. Some two hours later, he reviewed his final effort.

Lady Catherine,

It was with extreme displeasure that I read your most recent letter. I had hoped, after the debacle of your ill-advised visit to Hertfordshire, that you would have come to realize the impropriety of your behaviour. Of that I will say no more. You know my feelings on that subject. That you could now write in such a disrespectful and slanderous manner of one, whom I hold in the utmost respect, has angered me greatly. Miss Bennet has done nothing to earn such disapprobation as you have expressed. I am insulted on her behalf as well as my own. I cannot credit that you could speak so of one whom you invited into your own home but a year ago and appeared to view with some approbation. Nor can I credit that you would think so poorly of my judgement as to question the merits of the woman whose hand I have been fortunate enough to have been given.

As far as I can determine, Miss Bennet's only real fault, in your eyes, is that I have asked for her hand in marriage and not that of your daughter, Anne. As I attempted to make clear previously, I have never entertained any intention of offering for my cousin. I like and respect Anne but only as my cousin. Marriage, and all that it entails, was never a consideration. Your claim that my mother was somehow complicit in such an agreement is, I believe, a product of your hopes and aspirations. I know my father never spoke of such to me.

As to my Aunt and Uncle Matlock, be assured that they have met and approved Miss Bennet both privately and publicly. I would caution you not to expect any support from that quarter as I hope that my uncle made abundantly clear when you last met with him.

I cannot, I will not tolerate such disparagement of Miss Bennet now or when she becomes my wife. It grieves me to write so but if you cannot accept and accord her all the respect and consideration that is due my wife, I must inform you that all further converse between us will cease. You will no longer be welcomed at any of my properties nor will I visit Rosings Park again. Anne, of course, will still be welcomed, should she choose to visit. This is my final word on the matter. I will only reconsider should you make a full apology to me and to Miss Bennet.

As one of my closest relatives, your behaviour to Miss Bennet shames me, Madam. I had thought better of you than this.

Fitzwilliam Darcy

Folding and sealing the letter, he found he needed to contemplate a happier event. Elizabeth and her aunt were to visit Darcy House this afternoon for tea and to review his .... her home. He had not made any significant alterations to the house when he became Master and, in fact, he was certain that nothing of significance had been altered since his mother had died. The furnishings were desperately in need of refurbishing. Elizabeth had visited the house on several occasions and he knew she was quite pleased with it, despite the fact that parts of the house were dated but she had only seen a few rooms at most.

Darcy had been waiting in the drawing room when he heard the sound of a carriage drawing up in front of the house. Checking his time piece for only the ninth time in the last quarter hour, he knew that Elizabeth was arriving as planned, accompanied by Mrs. Gardiner. He suspected that his eagerness to greet her was quite evident to Mrs. Hodgkins as he joined her in the foyer as Elizabeth and her aunt entered.

"Mrs. Gardiner, Elizabeth ... welcome to Darcy House. I cannot remember if you have been introduced to Mrs. Hodgkins, my most excellent housekeeper?"

Mrs. Gardiner responded quickly, "I do believe we have met before though I cannot remember if we were actually introduced at the time. Nevertheless, it is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Hodgkins."

"Thank you Mrs. Gardiner and Miss Bennet it is a pleasure to meet you again as well. I believe we were introduced when you visited Miss Darcy."

Elizabeth acknowledged the greeting with a nod of her head, "I remember that well. I have been most impressed by how efficiently things are accomplished here in Darcy House. I am sure that is a credit to you and Mr. Hodgkins."

Darcy took Elizabeth's hand and placed in on his arm, "I thought we might review the main rooms that you have yet to see and have tea afterwards, if that is agreeable?" Upon being assured that it was quite agreeable to both ladies, he continued, "I know you have seen the music room upstairs and the drawing room, and dining room on this floor. I thought we might look at the Mistress's chambers today." There are other family rooms on the second floor while the third floor contains the guest rooms and the nursery. I would hope that you could view them at a later time."

They walked up a wide stairway to the second floor to a landing area that contained several chairs and opened a door that faced the stairway. He ushered them in explaining, "This is the Mistress' private sitting room. Georgiana has used it on occasion in the last year or two and had it refurbished to her liking."

Elizabeth walked into the room and gazed around. It was a comfortable size with book shelves, a settee and wing chairs ringed a small table in front of the fireplace. A writing desk was against a wall framed by large windows. It exuded a light, airy feeling. The furniture looked well upholstered although perhaps a little faded but not ornate. She thought she could feel comfortable here. She looked at Darcy and could see he was expecting some comment. "I like it very much. I was just thinking to myself that I could feel very comfortable here. I would not change a thing." She smiled, "I think Georgiana and I share a similar taste in furnishings."

Darcy was a little surprised, "Are you sure that you do not want to refurbish this room?"

"Indeed. I see no reason to change a room that appears to me to be admirable in comfort and furnishings. I may wish to add a few personal things but that can happen later. The upholstery is perhaps a little faded but that simply adds to its comfort."

Darcy nodded, noting a smile of appreciation from Mrs. Hodgkins that she failed to suppress. "Very well. Let us look at your bedchamber and dressing room now." and leading them back out of the room he proceeded down the hall towards the front of the house finally stopping to wave them through into a small rather ornate room. "This is your dressing room and the Mistress bedroom is through that door." He pointed to a door on the opposing wall. "These rooms have been cleaned but have not been refurbished for almost twenty years. Is that not correct, Mrs. Hodgkins?"

"Yes sir, not since before your mother passed on, Mr. Darcy."

Elizabeth walked over and entered what was to be her bedroom and gazed in some astonishment. The room was more ornate than was typical of the house in general. The wall paper was of an intricate, busy design that she could not like. The furniture reminded her somewhat of Rosings Park - a little too ornate to be truly comfortable - and there was too much of it. The curtains were a dark gold colour that matched the wallpaper but seemed to soak up any light that entered the room. She could not sleep here in any comfort. She could not hide her thoughts since Darcy was quick to notice her reaction. "You do not like this room?"

She could not prevaricate, "Well, it is very different from any other room. It reminds me somewhat of Rosings Park."

Darcy smiled, "My mother and my Aunt Catherine shared somewhat similar preferences in furnishings although I believe my mother's taste was a little more restrained in that regard."

"I must admit I find it rather discomforting. I would like to see a complete change here but I feel that it should wait until later when I have time to consider how best to do so." Elizabeth was not prepared to discuss with Darcy that she did not expect to sleep in this room with any frequency, if at all. It was her intention that they share a bed every night and she rather thought his bed would be hers also. Her talks with her Aunt Madeline had given her to believe that her marriage would benefit from such closeness. She would retain this room for periods when she was ill and needed to separate from her husband.

Darcy was not terribly surprised by her reaction, given how she had viewed the other furnishings in the house with such appreciation. "Very well. Although we could arrange to visit some furniture shops to select and order new furnishings, there is, I am sure, time enough for that." Observing that Elizabeth was not in favour of such an effort, he did not press the issue, "Very well! Shall we return to your dressing room?"

Elizabeth and her aunt walked back into the dressing room which was furnished in a fashion similar to the bedroom. Elizabeth wandered around touching the dresser, chairs, opening a door into a very large closet with racks for dresses and shelves for other items. She gasped at its size, "However am I to fill this room. I could never need so many dresses." Her aunt laughed, "I imagine you will not need so much space right away but I suspect that over time, this closet will be filled." Elizabeth just shook her head and wandered over to inspect an extremely large tub. "Ah, I think I am going to enjoy having a bath here!" she thought to herself. She stuck her head into another small attached room which turned out to be a water closet. Turning back into the middle of the dressing room, she looked at Mrs. Hodgkins. "I think I would like to have some of the furniture removed - the room is too cluttered for my taste. Perhaps several chairs could be removed. I would also like to replace the other furniture with a simpler style - perhaps like that in the sitting room. As well, the wallpaper should be replaced with a lighter colour - yellow, I think - and the curtains likewise with a brighter light colour. The rugs are too elaborate for my liking - a simpler design in a warm brown perhaps. Would it be best do you think to leave this till after we are married?"

Although the question was directed to Darcy, Mrs. Hodgkins, with his tacit approval, responded, "Actually Miss Bennet, the changes you have suggested are very much in line with those Mr. Darcy expressed earlier this week. I have tentatively, subject to your approval, placed an order for new furniture and we can have the room completely redone by the time you return from Hertfordshire."

"That sounds excellent, Mrs. Hodgkins. I can see why Mr. Darcy has such confidence in you. I think you are going to make my life very much easier."

Mrs. Hodgkins nodded in appreciation, "Thank you, Miss Bennet." Everything she had seen of this young lady had impressed her. Her taste, intelligence and kindness were all that she could have hoped for in the next Mistress. "Miss Bennet, while I have your attention there is another item I would address." At Elizabeth's inquiring look, she continued, "Are you planning to bring a ladies maid with you?"

Elizabeth was rather surprised, "I had not thought of that at all. There really is no one at Longbourn that would suit particularly. I suppose I will have to employ one."

Mrs. Hodgkins nodded, "I thought that might be the case. In general," and she looked at Darcy, "Mr. Darcy prefers to hire from within our current staff but, in the case of his valet he did not do so and perhaps your maid should be treated so as well."

Darcy noted Elizabeth's puzzled expression, "My valet and your maid will be closer to us than any other member of the staff. They will become aware of personal matters that require the strictest privacy. If they are hired from outside the regular staff their first loyalty will be to us. However, I am not overly concerned if you decide to hire from within. My valet was hired because there were no suitable candidates on staff. The choice is yours. I would mention that my uncle has followed the practice of hiring personal staff from without for the reasons given."

Elizabeth looked at Mrs. Gardiner, "Aunt, do you have some thoughts on this?"

Mrs. Gardiner shook her head, "Not really, I can see the merits though in hiring from outside but personally I would prefer to hire from within."

Elizabeth looked conflicted, "Mrs. Hodgkins, is there someone who is well qualified on staff now?"

"No Miss Bennet, there is not. Neither here nor at Pemberley as far as I know."

"Well then, it seems the matter is settled. Can you arrange to interview some candidates?"

"Again I took the liberty to advertise and believe we could have several to interview the day after next."

Elizabeth nodded, "Very good. I do not leave for Longbourn for a week at least. I will not need a maid while there and can use my sister's should a need arise."

Darcy had waited patiently for this discussion to conclude and, seeing the opportunity to continue the tour, suggested that they return to the main floor to view the rooms there. As they walked down the stairs, Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow at Darcy, "Are there rooms on this floor that I have not seen?"

"I do not think you have seen our dining rooms. And I know I have not shown you my billiard room."

Elizabeth grinned impishly, "I have never seen a billiard room. I shall be quite interested." She leaned a little closer to Darcy and whispered, "Shall you teach me how to play?"

Darcy's blush produced a chortle from Elizabeth which was replaced by a blush of her own when he murmured, "I shall take great delight in instructing you....I shall endeavour to ensure that you enjoy the lessons."

When they reached the main floor, Darcy led them on a tour of his study and the billiard room. The latter room drew a pointed look from Elizabeth and a slight smirk from Darcy that was missed by the rest of their party. Mrs. Hodgkins then led them to the dining room, informing Elizabeth that it could seat two and forty people. Elizabeth could only gaze around with great pleasure evident on her countenance, "What a beautiful room, those chandeliers are exquisite."

Darcy looked around, "I cannot remember when we last hosted a dinner in this room with that many people. Do you remember, Mrs. Hodgkins?"

"No sir, not since I have been here, which covers some fifteen years."

Darcy nodded thoughtfully, "We have hosted smaller dinners, of course, but not since my mother died has there been a hostess for Darcy House with a desire to entertain. In truth, most of our meals are taken in the morning room. Follow me." Leading them back out of the room and down the hall, he opened a door into a small dining area that could accommodate about six people. Again it was tastefully furnished, albeit in a rather plainer fashion than elsewhere, with a small writing desk and sideboard in addition to a table and chairs. "Georgiana and I take all our meals here unless we are entertaining."

Elizabeth admired the room, "I particularly like the windows. They have an eastern exposure I think, which should make the room delightfully bright in the mornings. I like it very much. In fact, I have seen little that I do not like. I do fear that you will have some difficulty in prying me out of your library though."

Darcy smiled, "I am glad you approve. I know we have only looked at a few rooms but the rest can be viewed when we have more time. Shall we have tea?" That being agreeable to them all, they repaired to the drawing room. Before leaving to attend to her duties, Mrs. Hodgkins arranged to meet with Elizabeth in a few days to interview candidates for the position of her maid.

Mrs. Gardiner led their return to the drawing room and Darcy managed to delay Elizabeth from following her by a gentle pressure on her arm. Conscious of the lack of privacy, he was reluctant to be overly bold and was content to have her walk slowly with him. Taking the chance for a few moments of relative privacy, he whispered, "You cannot know how much I am looking forward to having you here every day. It seems that we have so little time together and when we are in each other's company, there are chaperones everywhere. She could hear his frustration in his voice and, truth to tell, she thought her own not much less. Yet she also knew that until they were married, they must remain circumspect in all particulars. A quick glance assured her of their privacy since her aunt had entered the drawing room. Gently brushing his lips with her hand, she quirked her lips, "Soon my love. Soon!" At that point her aunt appeared in the doorway ahead and pointedly raised an eyebrow which elicited a chuckle from both Darcy and Elizabeth and a very quiet "Not soon enough!" from Darcy before they joined her.