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Chapter 37

Posted on 2015-01-22

Monday May 10, 1813 - Darcy House, London
It had been rather a tedious afternoon. Mrs. Hodgkins had arranged for them to interview applicants for the position of her ladies maid and so far they had spent two hours interviewing four applicants all of whom would probably have done a satisfactory job although none had impressed either of them as being appreciably better than the others. Mrs. Hodgkins looked up from the letter she was reading, "I believe I have saved the best for the last. It was not totally accidental. Shall I call in the last young lady?""

"Please do. I hope that she can make this decision easier."

Mrs. Hodgkins passed the letter she had been reading to Elizabeth and then left the room only to return within a minute or two with a young woman of about five and twenty years, attractive and composed, although Elizabeth thought she detected a faint nervousness in her mien.

Mrs. Hodgkins introduced the young woman, "Miss Bennet, This is Julia Derwin who is currently ladies maid to Lady Bettin. Miss Derwin, this is Miss Bennet who is to marry Mr. Darcy and is looking to hire a ladies maid."

Elizabeth and Mrs. Hodgkins talked with the young woman for almost a half hour discussing the duties involved, her service with Lady Bettin and previous employment. Elizabeth had been quite impressed with her responses and her background was very much superior to the other candidates but there was something that was puzzling her. Finally realizing what it was she became aware that conversation had ceased and the both of the other women were looking at her. "I must apologize. I was lost in some thoughts." She paused briefly, "Miss Derwin, would you mind waiting in the hall outside for a minute or two while I consult with Mrs. Hodgkins?"

"Certainly, Ma'am."

After Miss Derwin had left, Elizabeth turned to Mrs. Hodgkins. "Is there something that you have not told me about Miss Derwin?"

Mrs. Hodgkins smiled, "You have caught me out. Lady Bettin wrote me shortly after your engagement was announced to see if you were in need of a maid."

Elizabeth was taken quite aback, "Why? Did she give any reason? Her references are excellent. I can think of no reason why she would wish to lose such a proficient maid."

"She gave no reason but she spoke highly and kindly of Miss Derwin."

"I suppose I will have to ask her, Miss Derwin I mean. I plan to offer her the position if the answer is satisfactory. Do you concur?"

"Indeed I do. I will fetch her now." With which Mrs. Hodgkins bustled out of the room to return very shortly with Miss Derwin.

Elizabeth smiled at the young woman, "Your record is quite satisfactory but I would wish you to answer one question for me if you would."

"Ma'am?"

"Yes, well you see, I am wondering why you would wish to leave a situation where you are maid to someone of higher status than myself. It would seem that being maid to Lady Bettin would be preferred. It puzzles me greatly."

The young woman's discomfiture was obvious, "Is there some concern with my references, Ma'am?"

"Indeed no. They are excellent. Were you aware that Lady Bettin had written Mrs. Hodgkins prior to our looking for a personal maid?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I was aware she had....in fact, I asked it of her."

"And she obviously agreed, despite the reluctance to lose you and her affection, both of which are clearly expressed in her letter of recommendation......Why?"

Miss Derwin looked down at her hands, her nervousness more readily apparent. Both Elizabeth and Mrs. Hodgkins remained silent, giving her the chance to regain her composure. Finally, after some moments, she looked up and looked at Elizabeth although her eyes were focused on the picture hanging behind Elizabeth, "Lady Bettin is very kind...I asked to leave...she thought it best that...her son was beginning to pay too much attention to me. We did not talk of it but she could see I was becoming more and more uncomfortable and I must believe she knew why."

Elizabeth could not hide her dismay. "I am...I find this disgusting that a man should behave so." She looked at the young woman, "You need not fear such attentions here. We will have to check the references, of course, but the position is yours if you want it."

"Thank you." Miss Derwin's relief and gratitude was apparent.

"Excellent! I am sure we shall fit very well. Miss... no, Julia ....when can you start?"

"Lady Bettin has given me leave to start immediately. I could begin tomorrow if you wish."

Elizabeth considered for only a few seconds before responding. "Excellent, I shall check with Lady Bettin today. Mrs. Hodgkins will arrange for your quarters here to be ready for you when we move to Darcy House. You will be staying with me at my Aunt's home until I am married. Mrs. Hodgkins will arrange for a carriage to transport you there when you arrive here tomorrow."

Shortly thereafter, Julia Derwin was shown out and the two ladies proceeded to those tasks which awaited them. Mrs. Hodgkins to prepare a room as required and Elizabeth to write a note to Lady Bettin to confirm her recommendation. The note was delivered by a footman instructed to await an answer. He returned an hour later with a short note for Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet,

I am extremely gratified by your decision to employ Julia. I have no doubt that you will find her as diligent and competent as I have done for the last three years. As I said in my reference, I am sorry to lose her but cannot disoblige her desire to improve her situation.

Sincerely,
Lady Bettin

After sending a note to Mrs. Hodgkins that Lady Bettin had responded favourably, Elizabeth called for a carriage to return her to Gracechurch Street. Arrangements would be necessary there also to accommodate her new maid.

Thursday May 13, 1813 - London
Julia emplaced the final pin in her hair and stepped back to scan her work. Her smile of satisfaction was echoed by Elizabeth's as she did likewise in the mirror in front of her, "Thank you Julia. This looks beautiful." The warmth of her approbation was easily discernible from her voice.

"It's a pleasure to work for you, Miss Elizabeth. Your hair is delightful."

Elizabeth stood and shook out her skirts as a knock sounded on the door. Her Aunt Gardiner stuck her head in saying "Come Lizzy, the carriage is waiting." As her niece turned to face her, she could not help but exclaim, "You look radiant. Mr. Darcy will be speechless I am sure." She laughed, "I can hardly wait to hear what the gossip sheets will be writing tomorrow."

Elizabeth shook her head gently so as not to disarrange Julia's work, "Nothing too good I warrant." Walking out of the room she began the task of mentally preparing herself for the ordeal she faced. This would be her second and final public event in London prior to her wedding and, for Darcy's sake, she was eager for it to go well. She had selected her gown with care and had accepted from Darcy a simple necklace with a gold chain and an emerald pendant which had belonged to his mother. She felt distinctly uncomfortable when festooned with jewelry. As with lace, less was more to her liking and this necklace suited her very well.

As she descended the stairs, she heard an audible gasp and looking up realized that Darcy had moved to the foot of the stairs to await her. From the rather stunned look on his face, she rather thought she had achieved her objective. "Well sir, am I tolerable enough do you think?"

Darcy seemed to be having some problems in speaking but finally managed to utter a succinct but heartfelt phrase, "You are so beautiful!" which brought a delighted blush to Elizabeth's countenance, "Your flattery is most welcome, sir. It is always wonderful to have one's efforts appreciated."

"My dearest Elizabeth, I will be the proudest man alive tonight with you on my arm. Every man will be envying me."

Elizabeth turned to her aunt, "Does he not say the sweetest things? I am in great danger of becoming quite vain if he continues. I shall become quite puffed up in my vanity and insufferably proud."

Darcy shook his head in denial and, draping her shawl around her shoulders, placed her hand on his arm and led her and the Gardiners to his carriage. As they were being driven to the theatre, Elizabeth turned to her uncle and asked, "I know you have made the arrangements for tonight but in all the preparations I never thought to ask which play we would be attending."

"Ah Lizzy you have a rare treat tonight. The incomparable Edmund Kean is performing as Shylock in the Merchant of Venice at the Theatre Royale in Drury Lane. I know you prefer Shakespeare's histories and comedies so we are doubly fortunate in that a comedy is being performed and that Shylock is also one of Kean's finest roles."

"A rare treat indeed Uncle. I have heard much of Mr. Kean but have never seen him perform. I expect to enjoy myself greatly."

Conversation continued in a desultory fashion until they arrived at the queue of carriages waiting for their passengers to disembark at the theatre. Progress was slow, but they eventually arrived at the entrance. Darcy and Mr. Gardiner were the first out and turned to assist Elizabeth and Mrs. Gardiner to alight from the carriage. Elizabeth and Darcy looked at each other and she murmured, "I realize that we are attending this performance mainly to satisfy your family's desire for us to make a few public appearances, but I fully intend to enjoy the play itself. I shall let nothing distract me from that!"

"That is a challenge indeed, Elizabeth. May I not hope to distract you just a little tonight?"

Elizabeth's smile was heartfelt, "You, sir, are distracting enough as it is. Please do not try to discompose me entirely." Saying this she began leading them both up the stairs to the entranceway of the theatre. Darcy was content to let her have the last word and, as they walked into the main lobby of the theatre, could feel Elizabeth's tension as her grip on his arm tightened. So concerned was he with her comfort that he forgot his own discomfort; he looked down and placed his free hand atop hers and whispered, "I said it earlier but it is worth repeating - I will be the envy of every man here tonight."

With those words they began to wend their way through the crowded lobby trailed by the Gardiners. It was not long before they were approached by a very finely dressed couple of mature years who greeted Darcy, "Darcy, It has been a very long time since we met. Would you introduce me to this lovely young lady?"

"Certainly your Lordship. Elizabeth, this is his Lordship, the Earl of ___ and his wife Countess ___. Your Lordship, Milady may I present my betrothed, Miss Elizabeth Bennet and," indicating the Gardiners who had paused slightly behind them, "her aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gardiner." Turning back to Elizabeth, he continued, "The Earl and his wife are neighbours of mine in Derbyshire and our families have been fairly close for several generations."

The Earl smiled and nodded as Elizabeth curtsied saying, "We are pleased to meet you Miss Bennet. You are to be married shortly, I believe. We wish you joy." Elizabeth politely acknowledged the Earl's comment and, after he and his wife moved on, whispered to Darcy, "I do not think the Countess was as pleased at the acquaintance as his Lordship."

"I doubt she was. They have a daughter of marriageable age and may have had some hopes of an attachment. We will probably not see much of them since their estate is some forty miles distant from Pemberley."

As they continued to walk through the lobby towards their box, Elizabeth was interested to observe the varied reactions of those people they encountered. Darcy nodded quite frequently to those they passed. A few were obviously not welcoming, returning only the barest nod and a disdainful look to Darcy's nod. Most were, if not welcoming, at least civil and in one or two instances politely congratulating them and inquiring as to the date of the wedding. A few people were more amiable and approached them with obvious pleasure in making the acquaintance. One couple in particular elicited a warm welcome from Darcy. "Colbert, I had not thought to see you here tonight!"

"Darcy, it has been quite some time since we met - our family ball I believe."

"Indeed. Colbert, may I introduce my betrothed?"

"I would be delighted to meet her."

Once all of the introductions were complete and Lord Colbert had introduced the young lady he was escorting, Darcy smiled at Colbert, "In some respects, I owe you a great debt." At Colbert's inquiring look, he continued, "I met a gentleman and his wife at that ball who, several months later, re-introduced me to Elizabeth. So I must thank you for that service."

"Re-introduced, Darcy?"

"It is too long a story to discuss here. I shall save it for a more propitious occasion."

As they chatted, they heard the signal bell indicating that the performance would soon start. After expressing their intentions to meet in the future, Darcy, Elizabeth and the Gardiners walked more briskly to their box, not allowing themselves to be slowed by others. As she settled in her seat, Elizabeth was once again quite conscious of the number and intensity of the looks directed at them. If the attention was disconcerting, she allowed no trace of such to appear and made it her focus to converse as naturally as possible with the Gardiners and Darcy. Once the lights dimmed, it was possible to concentrate on the performance on the stage below and before long she was enwrapped in it, murmuring many of the speeches along with the actors on stage. For Darcy, it was difficult not to try and claim her attention. His hand lay on hers on the arm of their adjoining seats but, in deference to her obvious enchantment, he was careful to do nothing to distract her. The short intermission following the first Act was sufficient to allow Mr. Gardiner to exit and return with refreshments. Following the second Act, Elizabeth expressed a desire to walk around. Mrs Gardiner, not feeling up to such an endeavour, chose to remain in the box accompanied by her husband while Darcy and Elizabeth strolled through the lobby.

One very well dressed couple passed them and greeted Darcy briefly in passing. Their deliberate shunning of Elizabeth brought a scowl to Darcy's face, which Elizabeth became aware of when she felt a sudden tightening of his arm muscles. Recognizing at once the cause, she looked up at him and laughed. "It does not bother me, William. Do not let it upset you."

"Elizabeth, I can more easily forgive an insult to myself than one to you. That was the Earl of ___. Fortunately, he is not someone that I have had many dealings with in the past. I suspect I will have even fewer in the future."

They had little time to consider the Earl's actions before they were approached by an elderly couple. The gentleman was tall, rather portly and balding. His wife was also fairly tall with a matronly figure and wearing a significant amount of jewelry. Both were finely dressed and radiated the self-assurance of the wealthy and entitled.

"Darcy, I assume this is your betrothed. Would you introduce her to us, please?"

"Certainly, your Grace. Elizabeth, may I introduce you to the Duke and Duchess of ____. Your Graces, my Betrothed, Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn in Hertfordshire."

"We are pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth curtsied saying, "And I am most pleased to make yours, your Graces." Elizabeth could feel herself being thoroughly scrutinized by two sets of eyes. It was not totally uncomfortable since neither the Duke nor Duchess seemed censorious and she strove to maintain a calm expression. The scrutiny did not last overlong - probably not more than a second or two - before the Duchess asked Elizabeth, "When do you marry?"

"In less than a week, Your Grace."

"Will you be in town afterwards?"

Elizabeth looked at Darcy before responding, "I believe we will be in town until June 4" when we depart for Pemberley.

"Excellent! Excellent! We would hope to see you at our ball on the June 1."

Darcy glanced quickly at Elizabeth and, seeing her slight nod, was quick to accept the invitation. The ducal couple had observed the interaction, filing it away for future reference. Apparently the new Mrs. Darcy would possess the respect of her husband. The Duke gave a small smile saying, "I am glad to see you marrying Darcy. Pemberley has been without a Mistress for too many years." Nodding once more they moved on leaving Darcy and Elizabeth to consider the implications of this meeting as they strolled back to their box. Darcy turned to Elizabeth, "Are you sure you wish to attend this ball?"

Elizabeth thought for a few moments before answering, "I think so. We planned to attend one and I think it would be most impolitic not to attend this one given the personal invitation we received. I feel we will be received fairly by them at least and their approval will do much to moderate the reactions of others, would you not say?"

Darcy nodded his agreement and Elizabeth continued, "I wish to discuss this with your aunt and cousin. I am sure they can provide some useful guidance and perhaps some information on who else will be likely to attend."

Entering the box they quickly apprised the Gardiners of the meeting with the Duke and Duchess but the resumption of the performance prevented any further discussion of that topic. It did not take long for Elizabeth to lose herself once more in the play. The remainder of the evening passed quietly. They did receive a few visitors during the remaining intermissions, but all were close friends of Darcy or the Gardiners and delighted to make Elizabeth's acquaintance.

The next morning when she had returned from her morning walk and begun to break her fast with her Aunt Gardiner and the children, she noticed her aunt scrutinizing the newspaper more closely than was her usual wont. Puzzled, she was about to inquire of her aunt as to what was of such interest when the paper was placed on the table and her attention directed to a brief paragraph in the Society section. With no little amazement she read,

The very public-shy Mr. FD from Derbyshire was seen proudly escorting a Miss EB from Hertfordshire, to whom he has recently become betrothed, at a performance of the Merchant of Venice at the Theatre Royale. Miss EB was handsomely and elegantly garbed in a gown of a shimmering light green silk and wearing a simple but elegant emerald pendant necklace. Reports of her beauty which first surfaced when she attended a performance of Love's Labour Lost at Covent Gardens can now be confirmed. Miss EB and Mr. FD spoke with a number of those attending the play during the intermissions, notably the Earl and Countess of ___ and their Graces the Duke and Duchess of ____. It is reported that the engaged couple will marry within a week and are also expected to attend a ball hosted by their Graces, the Duke and Duchess of ____ on June 1.

Elizabeth looked at her aunt, "I think this is favourable, is it not? I know my mother will be in raptures if she reads it."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled saying "I think Countess Matlock will be appreciative as well."

Chapter 38

Saturday May 15, 1813 - Gracechurch Street, London
It was not the same as in the past. Of course, it could not be. Jane was a married woman now and Elizabeth could no longer expect to enjoy long talks with her sister that lasted into the early hours of the morning. She had learned that all too well at Pemberley and in York. Nonetheless, she had managed to separate her elder sister from her husband for several hours this evening after dinner. They were now ensconced quite comfortably in Elizabeth's room and endeavouring to relate each to the other all that had happened during their month long separation that could not be comfortably encompassed in a letter.

Elizabeth was most concerned to learn about Mr. Bingley and his involvement in helping her sister and her husband to acquire an estate. If the reason for her interest was to better sketch Mr. Bingley's character on Georgiana's behalf, this was not something she could relate to Jane. While it was not difficult to conclude that Mr. Bingley had earned a reasonable degree of admiration from both Jane and Amos Stovall, it was also easy to ascertain that the admiration was that which would be bestowed on a good friend. Jane was very quick to praise Mr. Bingley but Elizabeth could detect nothing of her former feelings in such praise. With an easier heart she encouraged her sister to talk about the estate which she and Amos hoped to make their home when he left the navy.

"Oh Lizzy, I will so love to have you visit. I will never be able to keep you in the house since you will wish to walk and ride all over the estate's park which is not as large as Pemberley but has as many beautiful views." Jane paused for a moment or two before smiling, "According to Amos, the winters are quite cold and snow is plentiful. He is already talking about acquiring a sleigh or even two for driving about in the winter."

Elizabeth laughed, "Jane enjoying a sleigh ride? I do not believe it to be possible. You are a creature of the gardens and prefer a warm room to being out in the cold."

"I think I might enjoy a sleigh ride a great deal if my husband is next to me!" Jane's blush prompted a most unladylike snort from Elizabeth which she tried to hide by pretending to cough but eventually gave up the effort and laughed at her sister who also began to laugh happily.

"Jane, I am so pleased to see you so happy. I will be most willing to visit you at Edgemont when you take up residence. Of course, I will insist on William accompanying me in a sleigh of our own." Elizabeth's arch look elicited a knowing grin from her sister. "Of course, Lizzy. Of course!"

The two sisters continued to talk for another hour as Elizabeth described all that had happened to her and Darcy since they returned to London. Elizabeth found that as she talked to her sister, the events which she found somewhat overwhelming when they occurred could be placed in perspective. She had met members of the social elite and survived the experience quite nicely. She had been on public display and, if understandably nervous at the time, she had been in command of herself and thought she had acquitted herself well. With the support of William, the Matlock family and her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, her first tentative steps into London society had been taken without accident. Doubts that she harboured about her ability to be a good Mistress of Pemberley in all of the facets involved still existed but they no longer seemed ready to overwhelm her. She could face the future with more confidence in her abilities.

Sunday May 16, 1813 - Darcy House, London
Darcy was there to welcome them all when they arrived at Darcy House. It had been over a month since he had been in company with Jane and her husband and he welcomed them both with particular warmth. The intensity of his gaze as he turned once again to Elizabeth was matched by hers and as he placed her hand on his arm to lead them all to the drawing room, he murmured, "I have a small surprise for you." At her quizzical look, he continued, "I shall show it to you very shortly."

As they entered the drawing room, Elizabeth was surprised to see Mr. Bingley talking to Georgiana. "Is this your surprise, sir? I admit it to be a pleasant one."

"No indeed, although I am pleased Bingley arrived in time for the dinner tonight. I rather expected he might be late." Since the Gardiners had not previously met Mr. Bingley, Darcy made the introductions. The Gardiners were very interested to make the acquaintance of one of whom they had received such varying reports. While he had apparently disappointed their niece greatly by his withdrawal of his attentions, he had also been very generous in his assistance to her and her husband in acquiring an estate. It seemed likely that he might be in the company of the Stovalls in the future and it behooved the Gardiners therefore to think well of him. It did not take overmuch time for them to be convinced of his amiability and worthiness.

After a few minutes Darcy spoke to the room, "I have no wish to disturb any conversations taking place but I would like to show Elizabeth her chambers that we have refurbished to her specifications - I hope. Would any of you wish to accompany us?"

Jane and Mrs. Gardiner were quick to show their interest and Darcy led them upstairs to the Mistress Chambers. Before throwing open the door, he asked Elizabeth to close her eyes until told to open them. After some teasing on her part, she complied with his request, her anticipation increasing her reluctance to delay viewing her rooms. Leading her carefully into the room followed by Mrs. Gardiner and Jane he stopped her in the middle of her bedroom and asked her to open her eyes. Despite being warned by the appreciative murmurs of Jane and her aunt, she nevertheless was overwhelmed by the changes that had taken place. Gone were the ornate furniture, brocades and the clutter of furnishings. In its place was a room designed to provide light and warmth and comfort. She walked around fingering the curtains and the small settee in front of the window. Walking into the bedroom she admired the fittings and coverings.

"I hope this meets with your approval." Darcy's voice was low and his breath tickled her ear.

"Indeed it does, William." She paused and turned her head slightly towards his, her lips within inches of his and her voice equally quiet - and she hoped indistinct to her aunt and Jane, "However, I hope to spend but few nights in it!" At Darcy's uncomprehending look, she broadened her smile a trifle while a blush pervaded her face, "I hope to spend most of them in your bed, William."

"Truly?"

"Truly!"

"I...ah, I think we should view your dressing room also." If her aunt and Jane had discerned the cause of Darcy's reddened countenance or loss of composure, they gave no sign other than a slight smile from Jane. Darcy quickly ushered them into the dressing room in which many of Elizabeth's recent purchases had been stored. She looked around and nodded her approval. "I must convey to Mrs. Hodgkins my appreciation for the way she has carried out this refurbishing. I shall be most comfortable in these rooms." Darcy watched with great satisfaction as the three women wandered back and forth in the two rooms admiring the furnishings and the care that had gone into making the rooms so suited to Elizabeth. As Mrs. Gardiner so aptly stated, "I cannot envisage rooms that could more closely reflect your tastes and preferences, Lizzy."

Once they had rejoined the rest of the party in the drawing room, Elizabeth quickly went to Georgiana and taking her hands expressed her appreciation, "For I am sure that you had no small part in making my rooms so delightful." Georgiana's discomfiture at the praise was obvious and Elizabeth chuckled, "I can see I still have much work to do in teaching you how to accept praise." Further teasing was cut short by the entrance of Mrs. Hodgkins to announce that dinner was ready. Before she could depart, Elizabeth hastened to take her aside and express her appreciation. "Mrs. Hodgkins, you must allow me to thank you for your efforts to refurbish the Mistress Chambers. It can have been no easy task to take the few comments I offered and effect such a delightful transformation and with so little time to accomplish it."

"Miss Bennet, I was truly happy to do so. I have been the housekeeper here for fifteen years and the happiness that has invaded this house in the last few months has been a joy to see." With that she patted Elizabeth on the arm and was about to leave when she turned back saying, "I have taken the liberty of writing Mrs. Reynolds at Pemberley about your preferences. She will see to the refurbishing of the Mistress Chambers there." She then bustled off about her duties. Elizabeth noted that Darcy was waiting to lead her to the dining room and quickly took possession of the arm he extended. At his raised eyebrow, she quietly answered, "I just wished to thank Mrs. Hodgkins for her efforts on my behalf."

He nodded and led her to sit at his right hand at the head of the table. Georgiana, acting as hostess for the family gathering, sat at the foot of the table which had been shortened to more comfortably suit the number of guests. Bingley and Mr. Gardiner had seated themselves to her right and left while Mrs. Gardiner sat between Elizabeth and her husband. The Stovalls sat to Darcy's left. Altogether it was an amiable company that sat down to dine and the presence of Bingley and Mr. Gardiner served to envelope Georgiana in an easy conversation that eased her discomfort at being the hostess. Conversation ranged over a wide variety of topics although, not unexpectedly, the upcoming nuptials and the Stovalls experiences in Yorkshire were of much interest. Darcy informed Elizabeth that his cousin, Lady Frances and her husband, would attend the wedding but that his Uncle, Lord Matlock, had declined to do so, citing a reluctance to travel to Hertfordshire. If there were other reasons, they remained unstated.

Elizabeth was pleased that she was able, from where she sat, to observe Mr. Bingley's behaviour towards Georgiana. Given that he had been a particular friend of Darcy for more than five years and had known Georgiana for as long, she was not surprised to see how comfortable they were in each other's company. She could not detect that he paid her any attentions beyond those of a close acquaintance; however, Georgiana's preference was more obvious and, although not improper in any fashion, more concerning. Elizabeth thought she should mention her concerns to Darcy when the opportunity arose.

When dinner was finished the ladies withdrew to the drawing room, leaving the four gentlemen to their port and cigars. Stovall and Bingley quickly fell into a discussion about York and the Stovall estate with Bingley also discussing his plans to purchase an estate in close proximity to York itself, for as he said, "I am too much about my business in York to be separated from it for long periods and yet I like the easiness of country living and manners."

Darcy and Mr. Gardiner found common cause as their discussion centred on a common interest - business. Darcy had invested in the Gardiner business and both were considering opportunities elsewhere. Bingley had briefly mentioned that he was looking to expand and neither Darcy nor Mr. Gardiner was adverse to such involvement. They would take the opportunity while in Hertfordshire to talk to Messieurs Johnson and Thompson about the possibilities, although Mr. Gardiner was rather convinced that much of the discussion would fall to his lot since Darcy's thoughts would be much more pleasurably engaged. After a half hour they decided to join the ladies in the drawing room and were greeted by the sight of Georgiana and Elizabeth essaying a duet as they entered the room. The two young women played charmingly for a further ten minutes, becoming aware that their audience had expanded only by the volume of applause that greeted their efforts. They were pressed to continue playing and obliged for a further quarter hour at which point they joined the others for tea and coffee. Elizabeth took the opportunity to sit somewhat apart with Darcy on a settee, where they could converse in quiet comfort and be deliberately ignored by the others. If there was no obvious contact between them, glances and brushes of a hand on an arm or hand conveyed the affection and desire each was feeling for the other.

Since their plans called for an early departure for Longbourn the next morning, they did not linger afterwards, wishing to return home to make final preparations for their journey the next day. Once the Gardiner carriage had departed for Gracechurch Street, Darcy returned indoors to join his sister and friend. Georgiana wished to retire to her rooms to make her preparations and, if she was to spend more time considering the attractiveness of a certain gentleman, it was no more than might be expected of any young lady who was not yet seventeen. Darcy and Bingley enjoyed a companionable brandy in his study before Bingley acknowledged his fatigue from travelling and retired. Darcy's thoughts were almost completely of Elizabeth and the realization of his dreams and hope to make her his wife. He did not attempt to deny to himself his anticipation of their wedding night and all the days and nights which would follow.

Chapter 39

Monday May 17, 1813 - Longbourn
"Lord, I hate carriages!" Elizabeth's exclamation drew smiles and laughter from the other inhabitants in the room. Having departed from London early Monday morning and arriving in Longbourn before luncheon, she had known her mother would want to display her to all the neighbours particularly since Elizabeth had deliberately refused to return to Longbourn for an extended period before the wedding. She was convinced that Mrs. Bennet intended to extract every ounce of patience that Elizabeth possessed and her reserves of such had dwindled alarmingly. Mrs. Bennet had started her campaign almost as soon as Elizabeth had alighted from the Darcy carriage. The Gardiners had barely time to see their children into Longbourn before Mrs. Bennet had commandeered the carriage - and along with it, Elizabeth - to begin the visitations. Mrs. Bennet had, in her good opinion, much to be displeased about; the lack of time for wedding arrangement and Elizabeth's unavailability to be displayed throughout the neighbourhood were those that excited her greatest displeasure. While she had finally acceded to the desire of the Thompsons to host a dinner on the eve of the wedding, it had taken a forceful order by Mr. Bennet, for her to do so with the barest minimum of grace. She consequently determined that the wedding breakfast would be unrivalled and insisted that Elizabeth accompany her on visits. The satisfaction of boasting about her least-favoured daughter's excellent match could only be exceeded if that same daughter was present when said boasting occurred. Fortunately for Elizabeth's temper, she and her mother had to return an hour or two before dinner since the Bennets were entertaining that evening.

When Elizabeth finally returned that afternoon, Mrs. Gardiner and Jane wrested her away from Mrs. Bennet insisting that Elizabeth needed to rest and hustled her upstairs to her room where Julia awaited. A short rest followed by a bath and a period of quiet, as Julia dressed her for the evening, repaired Elizabeth's mood. Mrs. Bennet's attempts to orchestrate this process as she thought appropriate were diverted by Mrs. Gardiner who cajoled her with stories of Elizabeth's evening at the theatre, where she had been introduced to an Earl and a Duke and Duchess. When Elizabeth finally came downstairs she was greeted by a somewhat worried Darcy. "I fear your mother has quite exhausted you, Elizabeth."

"I am well now, William. But I think I will insist we remain at home tomorrow."

Taking him by the hand, she had led him to a quiet corner and sitting with him on a settee she had lowered her voice and said, "One of the things I have come to miss greatly are our early morning walks. I plan to walk out very early tomorrow morning around seven. Perhaps I might meet a tall, handsome gentleman on my walk to Oakham Mount. Do you think that possible, sir?"

"You may count on it, Elizabeth." Their moment of quietude had not lasted as Mrs. Gardiner approached them with a request from her children that Cousin Lizzy come up and see them. Elizabeth had been more than willing to comply and accompanied by Darcy had gone to sit and read with her young cousins.

Once the guests arrived there had been few chances for her to talk with Darcy and she anticipated their morning walk with delight. The evening passed as such evenings do and Elizabeth's main concern that evening had been to ensure the comfort of both Darcy and Georgiana. With her aunt's assistance, she was able to ensure that seating at the table placed them both in proximity to people with whom they could converse comfortably and had asked Kitty to attend Georgiana when they removed to the drawing room. She could see that Georgiana, in particular, was not wholly comfortable in the surroundings but not unduly distressed. Darcy returned to her side when the gentlemen rejoined the ladies and attached himself to her side for the remainder of the evening much to the amusement of Mr. Bennet and the Gardiners.

Tuesday May 18, 1813 - Longbourn
The day dawned warm and sunny, which lent an extra spring to Elizabeth's step and she had not been walking for long before Darcy overtook her on his horse. Leaving the horse to follow behind, he joined her afoot and arm-in-arm they walked in comfortable silence to Oakham Mount. They found little need to talk, limiting themselves to the occasional observation about the scenery or the people that had attended the festivities the previous evening. If Darcy took advantage of having to help Elizabeth over a stile obstructing the path and stole a kiss, Elizabeth raised no objections and conveniently forgot to mention that she had climbed that stile by herself for years.

Once they reached Oakham Mount, Elizabeth let herself be wrapped in Darcy's arms, leaning her back against his chest as they looked out over Longbourn and, in the distance, Netherfield. Elizabeth's mind cast back to the previous summer when she had walked to Oakham Mount almost daily to escape her home and her thoughts of Darcy's offer of marriage. Feeling the warmth of his body surrounding her and the strength of his arms, she marvelled at the change in her thoughts and future that had taken place in less than twelve months. Turning to face him, within the envelope of his arms, she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him softly. She had felt his surprise at her initiative, however, it had taken him but moments to tighten his grip and respond. He had slowly removed his lips from hers after a minute or two, lingering over the taste, and seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks, wiped them with his gloved hand. She had listened to his breathing quicken and thought hers had done so as well. His voice had a husky sound when he asked, "What caused these tears, my love?"

It had taken her a moment or two to be able to respond, "I was remembering that about a year ago I sat up here, thinking about you, your letter, my mistakes and errors, my anger at you, myself, my parents. The only joy I saw was the prospect of a tour with my aunt and uncle of The Lakes and I thought I was quite reconciled to never seeing you again. And yet, here we stand and...and I have never been as happy."

Darcy grimaced unseen as he remembered his feelings of a year ago. When he finally spoke Elizabeth could detect a change in his emotions that his words made clear, "A year ago I was...sunk in the most abject misery of my life. I was angry at you for rejecting me, at myself for laying myself open, for deluding myself of your affections, for my behaviour, at Wickham for poisoning you against me. To be truthful, my thoughts were still in turmoil a month after Hunsford. I could see no joy only duty and responsibility. I was gradually coming to realize the merits of your words but it was hard to bear."

Elizabeth turned and placed a hand on his cheek, "Come William, when the past brings no pleasure, it must be discarded."

"Tis easier to say than do." Darcy laid his forehead on hers, "It helps not that we have had so little time together alone. If it were not for this walk where we can be alone, I fear I should go mad."

"I find it hard to bear as well. I want only to be in your company."

Elizabeth moved closer and rested her head against his chest, enveloped in his arms. They stood so for several minutes, each taking comfort from the other when Darcy leaned back and gazed at Elizabeth with a look that Elizabeth was coming to realize meant the subject was one he found somewhat embarrassing, "I would mention something that has intrigued me greatly over the past few days." At her quizzical look, he continued, "You mentioned, when viewing your bedchamber, that you wished to...ah...spend your time in mine. Did you mean for us to share a bed always?"

Elizabeth looked up. She could not be sure of his concern. She knew that it was the usual practice of his station for wives to sleep in their own bed and for husbands to visit when marital relations were desired. At least, that was the situation she had gleaned from her mother's ramblings and from other gossip she had overheard. She could not tell if he was offended. "I...perhaps I spoke improperly William. I will follow your wishes but mine are to have you in my bed every night for the rest of my life. If the bed is yours, it matters not, but I wish to be with you. From my days at Pemberley it seems clear that your duties may consume much off your time. I would not wish there to be whole days where we did not see one another."

Elizabeth's distress was obvious to Darcy as he could feel her body tensing as she spoke. She had dropped her eyes to the ground as she spoke as if unwilling to see his reaction. He raised her chin so that she could see him, "Elizabeth, my darling Lizzy, there is nothing I would wish more than to share my bed with you for all the days of our marriage."

"You have never called me Lizzy before!"

He feathered a kiss on her lips, "I think of you as Elizabeth but I shall call you Lizzy sometimes."

"I like it very much." She paused for a few moments, "Whatever will we do with the spare bedroom?"

He chuckled, "I am sure that some use will be found. Perhaps a Mistress study?"

He had tightened his grip on her till it was almost painful but she had not minded it, not at all. With no further words, he had finally released her only to take her arm so that they would return to Longbourn. His voice was rough as he spoke, "We had best return or your mother will have them out searching for us."

"You know my mother too well, I fear. I am sure she is already lamenting our absence. I am afraid I have little reluctance to try her nerves further. The prospect of returning to face a seemingly endless stream of visitors is daunting." Elizabeth looked up and gave him a mock frown, "You sir, at least, can escape to the quiet of my father's library."

Darcy smiled complacently, "And I shall enjoy every minute that I am there."

"I shall have to think of some way to torment you today in retribution."

Darcy looked at her thinking, "you are tormenting me now, my love, even if you do not realize it." He contented himself with shaking his head murmuring, "I have full confidence in your ability to discompose me, my dear Elizabeth!"

They walked for a few minutes in that companionable silence they both had come to enjoy when Darcy thought about Elizabeth's last words, "I realize you were hurt a great deal when your neighbours began to shun your family. Your anger was quite understandable. How do you feel about them now?"

Elizabeth walked in silence for several minutes and Darcy began to worry that he had upset or offended her and began to try and withdraw his comment, "Perhaps...I did not mean to distress..."

Elizabeth shook her head as she interrupted him, "Forgive me. I am not distressed by the question. I am just trying to form an answer." She paused a few more moments and then continued, "I was hurt, I admit. Unlike Jane, I expected our neighbours to act much as they did but expecting it and experiencing it are very different. It hurt that people I had counted as friends would only acknowledge me on the street but shun conversation, would not allow their sons to dance with me at an assembly, would not call on us or accept our calls. What truly angered me though was how it hurt Jane. She is so good, so gentle and kind that she could not envisage such treatment. She tried to hide it but I know her too well and her pain was hard to witness. That my father and mother, who bear much of the responsibility, did not appear to suffer as we had done was not conducive to filial affection. This is largely why I wished for Jane and I to escape to London."

"Do you find that your feelings have changed?"

"I no longer am so angry. How can I stay so when Jane is so happy and I have found you? I am disappointed in those I once counted as friends but their opinion counts for little with me now. I will not hate them but neither will I seek their approval. I understand why they acted as they did but I do not have to condone it and would hope not to behave so I should the occasion arise. I have, I think, forgiven them but I have not forgotten the injury they did."

Darcy nodded silently, "I understand your feelings. Nonetheless, I have observed that you treat them all with great civility."

"I have always attempted to be civil - even, as you know - to those I dislike."

Darcy laughed, "True, I certainly had no suspicion of your dislike at the time although Richard was sensitive to it."

"My love, we have ample proof of your inability to discern the feelings of young ladies. Fortunately for me, I believe that practice has improved you greatly in this regard." Elizabeth's teasing glance drew a small chuckle from Darcy.

"Well, my dear, if I continue on as well as you claim, I have hopes of becoming a true proficient."

They walked in silence for some minutes when Elizabeth broke the silence, "William, I have been thinking." She walked a few steps without saying anything further until prompted by Darcy, "Oh, I apologize. I was lost in my thoughts. I was thinking about Georgiana and Kitty. Georgiana will be staying with your cousin Lady Frances until they all come to visit us in July. I was thinking that Kitty needed to be exposed to better society than she will find at Longbourn and would have proposed she stay with the Gardiners but, since my aunt will be confined this summer, I think looking after Kitty would be a burden on her. I thought perhaps we could invite Kitty to travel with them to join us at Pemberley until we return to London in the fall. She would provide company for Georgiana and would benefit from her society. What do you think?"

Darcy walked in silence for several minutes considering Elizabeth's suggestion. Finally he nodded his head, "I think it an excellent idea. Georgiana will be glad of the company, since I fear you are likely to capture most of mine." He walked on for another minute or two absorbed in thought before continuing, "I also had thought to invite my Darcy relatives - those two aunts I spoke of once - to visit us in August. Would that be agreeable to you?"

"I would like that very well. Perhaps we might invite your uncle and aunt for a week at that time. Would they be good company together do you think?"

"I will speak to my Aunt Matlock and canvas her opinion."

"Have you notified your Darcy aunts about our marriage?"

"No, I have not. I will write in a few days to inform them and extend the invitations when I do so." He paused for a few moments and then smiled, "Pemberley will be coming back to life this summer. I cannot remember - it must be fifteen years or more - when we hosted so many visitors. Mrs. Reynolds will be overjoyed. She desires nothing more than to display Pemberley and the ability of its people to the greatest advantage of both."

"I fear I will have much to learn if I am not to embarrass you and Mrs. Reynolds."

Darcy easily detected the note of uncertainty in Elizabeth's voice and stopping, took both her hands in his and raised them to his lips, "Do not fret, dearest. I have full confidence in you, as does Mrs. Reynolds. Between you both, I know our guests will be most comfortable. My only regret is that I will not be able to command your time as I would wish. I do plan to be quite selfish though and exercise my privileges as much as possible. Our guests will have to find amusements where they may for some of their stay."

"I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours, William - where it involves myself."

"I see you have been listening to your mother's advice. On this topic I cannot but agree with her."

"For once I have no response, sir. I pray it does not happen with any frequency or I shall be greatly discomfited."

Their eventual return was greeted by Mrs. Bennet in urging Elizabeth to break her fast in order to prepare for another round of visits. Upon learning that Elizabeth had no intention of leaving Longbourn until it was time to dine with the Thompson's, her dismay and disapproval was expressed for some quarter hour until Mr. Bennet was forced to intervene, "I suggest Mrs. Bennet that you take comfort in our daughter's presence here at Longbourn. I have it on good authority she considered being married in London." Hearing this, Mrs. Bennet resigned herself to only being able to accept the congratulations of those ladies who deigned to call. Elizabeth was not, however, able to avoid assuming her share of this burden and comforted herself that she at least had the pleasure of Jane and her aunt's company.

Feet curled beneath her, Elizabeth leaned back against the wall of her window seat. Looking out over the back garden, the pale moonlight cast everything into shades of grey. Only her familiarity with what lay before her allowed her to discern anything more than the barest of outlines. This was her last night as Elizabeth Bennet and she was spending it alone.

Kitty and Mary had come for a short while but she had never been all that close to them and tonight, for whatever reason, she felt even more separated from them both. Jane, with whom she had shared the closest affections, had stayed longer but even she was called to be with her husband. Her mother had visited briefly, shooing Kitty and Mary out of the room. Fortunately, Mrs. Bennet had been accompanied by Mrs. Gardiner. Elizabeth knew as soon as her mother appeared what was to happen. Her beseeching look to Mrs. Gardiner had elicited only the slightest of resigned shrugs - her mother would not be dissuaded from her duty. Elizabeth had attempted to block out her mother's words. Mercifully, the lecture was short and deviated not a whit from that which Jane had received and recounted to Elizabeth - lie still, it will hurt for a while and he won't bother you frequently. Once her mother had finished she left the room quickly, her unpleasant duty done. Mrs. Gardiner remained. Seeing no obvious signs of distress from Elizabeth, she explained further that not all marital relations were unpleasant. That, because she was marrying a man who was both kind and much in love with her, it was quite likely that she would find much pleasure since she could trust that her husband would wish to please her. Elizabeth had not really needed those comforting words from her aunt. She had experienced a small portion of the love and care and passion that Darcy felt for her and was looking forward to becoming his wife. If she was nervous, it was more from anticipation than fear or uncertainty. Even tonight, amongst the crowded rooms at Netherfield when everyone's attention had been focused elsewhere, she and Darcy had managed a brief moment of closeness, a lingering caress from his fingers on her bare arm. She had seen the desire in his eyes and hoped he had recognized hers. She could not let her thoughts dwell on such; she could feel her body flush.

The afternoon had been an event that met every expectation of her mother who could safely and vehemently boast of two daughters married - albeit one whom she had not seen for almost a year and resided across the ocean - and another to be wed on the morrow. Said daughter was not, however, particularly pleased with all the attention and her civility had been tested severely. Finally, escaping her mother's vigilant eye, Elizabeth had prepared three cups of coffee on a tray which she carried to her father's study. Upon knocking and being told to enter, she opened the door to find her father and Darcy seated in front of the window concentrating on a chess game. Handing each a cup, which was accepted with the normal courtesy of a chess player in full concentration, which is to say very little at all, she had taken her own and stood behind her father to watch. After determining that it was her father's move, she considered the pieces on the board for several minutes. Clearing her throat, she touched her father on the shoulder saying, "Check in three moves, mate in five."

Darcy's head snapped up, "You know how to play?" His surprise was evident. "But ..."

Before Elizabeth could respond, her father shook his head and tipped over his king. "Quite right Lizzy, we are all even Mr. Darcy." He looked at Darcy, "I taught Lizzy to play when she was but fifteen." He smiled up at her, "Beat her like a drum for about three years but in the last year or two she held her own."

"Held my own! I dare say. I seem to remember winning our last three matches."

Darcy was still shaking his head. "I do not understand. At Pemberley, I offered to teach you to play and you refused. You told me you did not wish to learn how to play."

"I believe, Mr. Darcy, you have forgotten my exact words." This was said with a slight teasing smile on her lips.

Darcy frowned in concentration, "I do not remember your words now."

"I believe I said that I was content to add riding to my list of accomplishments."

The thoughtful look on his face was replaced by a knowing grin, "And learning chess would not add to them because you already knew how to play. I see ..." he paused for several moments and then leaned back and gazed at Elizabeth with the slight smile she had come to associate with his teasing, "I have learned two things this afternoon."

"Two things, sir? And what may they be, sir?"

"Well first, you know how to play chess and play it well, which should add materially to our entertainments on a long evening at Pemberley. And the second, that I shall have to parse your statements very carefully in the future, Miss Bennet. Very carefully, indeed."

Elizabeth's look of consternation prompted a chuckle from her father. "I think you shall suit my Lizzy quite well Mr. Darcy. I have rarely seen her so discomposed." He started to set up the chess pieces and looking at Darcy, "I believe we are all even with three draws and a win each. Shall we attempt to decide a winner?"

Before Darcy could respond, Elizabeth shook her head, ""My two favourite men have hidden away from our guests long enough. You both must come and at least pretend to take pleasure in their company. I am sure you would not wish my Mama to intrude here to express her displeasure."

Darcy and Mr. Bennet exchanged commiserating glances and without too much grumbling had rejoined their visitors in the drawing room. Elizabeth had retained Darcy by her side until most of the visitors had departed, but she knew her father had stayed but a few minutes before escaping once more.

She smiled as she considered her William's discomfort with her neighbours. He was not garrulous but he was also not coldly distant as he had presented himself when he first came to Hertfordshire. He had responded politely and with civility to the many well-wishers and she could ask no more of him than that. That he was more amiable when amongst company with whom he had a prior acquaintance was very obvious at the dinner at Netherfield. There he knew and respected many of the guests, his reserve dropped and he was much more engaged in the conversations.

For herself, entering Netherfield for the first time in almost eighteen months carried an edge of unreality. In truth, she had few good recent memories of the house and her last memory - that fateful ball - was particularly painful as she knew her family, with the exception of Jane, but certainly including herself had displayed themselves quite, quite poorly. If she was discomfited by being there, she had to wonder at Mr. Bingley's feelings; however, she had not been able to discern anything from his countenance nor had she the opportunity to discuss it with him during the evening. To be greeted by the smiling faces of the Thompsons as she entered the foyer dispelled much of her unease and seeing Darcy moving quickly towards her banished the remainder. As she walked to the drawing room, she surveyed her surroundings and was quite pleased with the changes she found. Mr. Bingley, since he had only leased the property, had accepted the furnishings that came with the lease. The Thompsons were clearly of a mind to establish their permanency and had, in the half year that they occupied Netherfield, refurnished many of the most used rooms to their own tastes. She approved those changes that she saw and had said as much to Mrs. Thompson, to that lady's gratification.

Of the dinner and the evening itself, she could remember little. She found herself rather fatigued by the almost constant activities of the past two days and Darcy, seeing her so, had secured them seats which allowed her to relax and recover. She had appreciated the comfort he had secured for her and remembered his query as to whether she was nervous about the next day. She thought she detected a touch of nervousness in his demeanour and teased him about it. She was not prepared to believe his assurances that he was not nervous at all. She knew that she was - the ceremony would mark the end of her life as Elizabeth Bennet and the beginning of one as Elizabeth Darcy, wife to Fitzwilliam Darcy, mother of his children and Mistress of Pemberley. "My dear", she said quietly, "I cannot anticipate such a change without some degree of nervousness, but I would brave a lot more for a life with you." She looked at him carefully, "I trust that you will not consume too many brandies after I depart tonight?"

Her raised eyebrow as she glanced at him elicited a brief smile, "I promise to be quite abstemious tonight. Fortunately, Richard is not here to lead me into a sinful indulgence."

"I see, you propose to lay all such behaviour at your cousin's feet then?"

"Of course, he is not here to contradict me."

Their quiet respite was not to continue and they were joined by others and required to engage in such polite conversation as was customary on such occasions.

If Elizabeth had any interest as the evening progressed, it was in trying to sketch Mr. Bingley's character or, as she thought, perhaps intentions was the more appropriate term. He had spent some time talking with Georgiana, her pleasure evident only to one who knew her very well. However, he had also engaged Miss Thompson in conversation for an extended period alone or in company with others. His attentions were not marked but to one who was scrutinizing him closely, his interest certainly appeared to have been piqued. Unfortunately, Elizabeth was certain that Georgiana had also discerned his interest and was made unhappy by it although making every effort to hide the fact. There was little that could be done at the moment but Elizabeth was sure the subject would arise sooner than she wished.

If she could retain any memories of the evening at all, they would be quite disjointed. The warmth - heat - of William's hand on hers, Georgiana speaking so comfortably with Mary, Kitty and Miss Thompson, Mrs. Bennet's uncivil attitude towards Mr. Bingley when he attempted to greet her, Miss Thompson's slight mortification with her mother's attempt to forward an acquaintance between her daughter and Mr. Bingley, and the latter's good humoured and courteous handling of both situations.

She could not think much on the dinner now as she looked about her room. She had lived here for almost her whole life and none of her possessions remained. The memories of Longbourn she wished to treasure were from her childhood and youth, but Longbourn was no longer her home. That would be Pemberley but even so, she felt as though her ties to Longbourn had been fraying for quite some time. She was sure that she should have some regrets about leaving but she could not. It was difficult now to see clearly but she rather thought the process had begun when she returned from Hunsford and her family's shortcomings had been exposed in Darcy's letter. Her time in London with the Gardiners had not been long enough to make it her home. It had only been when she arrived at Pemberley that a sense of belonging had begun. Home had now become Pemberley and while all her belongings had been removed to Darcy House, they were destined very shortly to be sent to Pemberley. That was a natural process to be sure and one that every bride faced.

A soft tapping on her door startled her from her reflections and the sight of her dearest Jane in the doorway brought a lift to her spirits and a smile to her face. Jumping down from the window seat, she embraced her sister who led her to the bed. Once they were both comfortably ensconced on the bed, Jane took Elizabeth's hands in hers. "I could not rest if I did not have a final late talk with my dearest sister. I cannot stay long but wish to...we will not see each other for several months or more. I shall miss you sorely."

"I am thankful you came. I was becoming quite melancholy and part of that was the loss of our talks. I will miss you also.'

Jane reached over to the table and picked up a hairbrush. Moving behind Elizabeth she began to brush her hair with long slow strokes. As she brushed, she could feel her sister relax and they began to talk much as they had in the past sharing their concerns, hopes, fears. Before Jane left the room an hour later, she performed a final, small task - to cover her sleeping sister with a warm blanket.

Chapter 40

Posted on 2015-01-26

Wednesday May 19, 1813 - Longbourn

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in Holy matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocence, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church; which Holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence, and first miracle that he wrought..."

The familiar words resonating in Elizabeth's ears now had a significance as though she had not heard them a dozen times before; and she could not help looking away from the reverend and focusing on the man with whom her future was to be joined. She was surprised and pleased to see that the solemn words were affecting him as well; their familiarity in no way lessening their import. He listened in rapt fascination, his eyes fixed on Reverend Adams, but he seemed to sense Elizabeth's gaze and his head slowly turned until his eyes fixed on hers. Elizabeth almost shivered at that moment, for she could feel the intensity of his gaze. The bond between them which had its tenuous - and unrecognized by her at least - beginnings in Hertfordshire and been almost ruptured in Hunsford had, in the last five months, grown to an almost unbearable strength. Neither knew how long that gaze lasted, in which the world only encompassed them both, but their awareness was drawn back to the ceremony only when Reverend Adams addressed Darcy.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy, wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

Darcy's baritone was firm and echoed throughout the church, "I will."

And then it was her turn. "Elizabeth Bennet, wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy state of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

Elizabeth's response was equally firm, her eyes once more fixed on Darcy, "I will."

"Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" asked Reverend Adams.

"I do," said Mr. Bennet, and, releasing her hand to the reverend, he stepped back to join the others standing around Darcy and Elizabeth. Reverend Adams had Darcy and Elizabeth turn to face each other, then, taking Elizabeth's hand, he placed it in Darcy's and commanded Darcy to say after him:

"I, Fitzwilliam, take thee Elizabeth, to my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."

Then Darcy released Elizabeth's hand, and the Reverend took Darcy's right hand, giving it to Elizabeth to hold in hers, while he directed her to repeat after him: "I, Elizabeth, take thee Fitzwilliam, to my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."

Bingley placed the ring on the Bible held by Reverend Adams, who then gave the ring to Darcy. It had been his mother's wedding ring; a simple gold band that had graced the hand of the Mistress of Pemberley for six generations. He lifted Elizabeth's left hand and slid the ring onto her fourth finger. Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment feeling the overwhelming significance of the action, so simple in execution but complex in its import, and then looking down at the ring that signified so much for her future - connecting and linking her to Pemberley's past. She raised her eyes once more to meet those of Darcy who continued to hold the ring on her finger as he said, his eyes locked with those of Elizabeth and his voice husky with emotion, "With this ring, I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

Darcy released her hand but could not release his gaze from hers. Her eyes promised him all the love, devotion and passion which was hers to offer and which he would receive with the greatest joy. He could only hope that she could see the same promise in his, as Reverend Adams then said, "Let us pray. O eternal God, creator and preserver of all mankind, giver of all spiritual grace, the author of everlasting life; send thy blessing upon these thy servants, this man and this woman, whom we bless in thy Name; that, as Isaac and Rebecca lived faithfully together, so these persons may surely perform and keep the vow and covenant betwixt them made, and may ever remain in perfect love and peace together, and live according to thy laws; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."

Mr. Adams took the right hand of both Elizabeth and Darcy, and looking out at the assembly of family and friends, said, "Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder."

The rector released their hands, though they remained clasped together, as he continued, "For as much as Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth have consented together in Holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth either to the other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a Ring, and by joining of hands; I pronounce that they be Man and Wife together, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

He concluded with the blessing, "God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favour look upon you; and so fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace, that ye may so live together in this life, that in the world to come ye may have life everlasting. Amen."

At last the moment had arrived that Darcy had waited for over a year; Elizabeth was his wife. He stood, drawing her to her feet and smiling leant down to brush the lips that were smiling up at him. If it were not for all the eyes upon them, he would have pulled her more closely and prolonged the kiss. Instead he released her and brought her two hands to his lips to bestow a fleeting kiss before turning to face the well-wishers who thronged about them. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Georgiana embraced Elizabeth and then her brother. Mrs. Bennet could hardly restrain herself but for once was at a loss for words and simply kissed Elizabeth and hugged her new son-in-law. It was some time before Darcy and Elizabeth could make their way to the parish registry to sign their names. Elizabeth realized that it would be the last occasion in which she would sign as Elizabeth Bennet; henceforth she would be known as Elizabeth Darcy or Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

It took only a few minutes for their carriage to deliver them to Longbourn for the wedding breakfast. Deprived of several evenings of elaborate dinners to celebrate the engagement, Mrs. Bennet had spared no effort in preparing a wedding breakfast to celebrate the marriage. It is to be hoped that she realized a full measure of satisfaction from the compliments that were delivered by the guests; for the bridal couple, the few hours they spent there were interminably long and a source of little pleasure. Finally, after accepting the best wishes of all the guests and sampling a small portion of food, Darcy and Elizabeth announced that they were departing for London.

As they made their way through the crowd towards their carriage, Mrs. Hill bustled up to them saying, "Mr. Darcy, the hamper you requested is in the carriage." Turning to Elizabeth she impulsively gave her a hug, "You take care of yourself now, Miss Elizabeth."

With a catch in her voice, Elizabeth returned the hug of the woman who had been as much her friend as housekeeper for over twenty years. "I will indeed, Hill. And you take care of my sisters as you did me."

As Darcy was about to hand Elizabeth into the carriage, her father approached for a final word, his eyes suspiciously wet. "Good-bye my child. Write to me often, please. I shall miss you sorely."

"Oh Papa, you know I will. We will be back in the fall but, you know, you might hazard to write me a letter at least once before then."

Turning to Darcy, Mr. Bennet extended his hand which Darcy clasped and shook, "I know you will take good care of her Mr. Darcy; however, I may just make a quick trip to make sure you are doing so - and to visit that marvellous library I have heard praised so greatly."

"Papa!" admonished Elizabeth.

Darcy chuckled, "You will always be a welcome guest, sir. You need not wait upon an invitation." With which he assisted Elizabeth into the coach and entered himself to sit beside her. With a final wave, they settled back as the carriage began its journey to London

Inside the carriage there were a few minutes of complete silence as neither seemed to know how to begin a conversation. For Elizabeth, this was the first time in her life she had sat beside a man in a carriage who was neither her father or uncle. After looking at her hands for several minutes in some embarrassment, she finally ventured a glance up at her husband only to find him staring at her with the most intense gaze she had yet experienced. Turning to face her more directly, he cupped her face with his hands and leaning forward, whispered, "I have wished to do this for so long, you cannot imagine..." and he kissed her. What started as a gentle pressure on her lips, quickly deepened as he allowed his passion a freer reign. Parting his lips he tasted hers until she allowed hers to open and felt his tongue enter seeking hers. Slowly following his example, she found herself welcoming his kiss and her passion rising to meet his. Without being aware of it, her hands had risen to the back of his head as she held him close. His hands had dropped and she could feel them stroking her hair, her ears, her neck and then her shoulders. Lost in his caresses, it was only when she felt him slowly easing the intensity of their kiss, that she realized that she had pressed herself so closely to him that her breasts had been flattened against him. Embarrassed, she drew back, her face a bright red, "I...I..."

Darcy stopped her words with a finger on her lips, "I love you. I love the passion that is so much a part of you. I will not apologize for kissing you but, if I have been too eager, too forceful - please tell me. I will not do anything that you would not wish. I would not have you frightened."

"I am not frightened. Just a little nervous, and it was a mite unexpected" And with a teasing glance as her blush receded, "...and most pleasurable."

Darcy's mien wore a slight smile, "I should hope so."

"You, sir, are a little smug!"

Darcy just nodded, "I should hope I am very smug. I have just married the most beautiful woman I know. If that is not a reason to be smug, I know not what is." Drawing her close within the circle of his arms, he murmured, "I am a very lucky man, Mrs. Darcy."

Elizabeth stroked his cheek with her hand and feathered a kiss across his lips, "and I have married the very best of men."

They remained in this quiet embrace for some time interspersing endearments with slight caresses, neither wishing to disturb the pleasure of the closeness that hitherto they had not been permitted to enjoy. Finally, Elizabeth looked up at Darcy, "William, I have been thinking. Georgiana is to come to Pemberley in July with your cousin. Is that not so?"

"Yes, Frances and Henry plan to bring her and visit us for a fortnight."

"I know we talked of inviting Kitty to come with them and stay for the summer until we return to London? Georgiana might enjoy the company and my sister could benefit from her company. I have yet to extend the invitation."

"I am quite agreeable; but you will be Mistress now and I know you like company. Should you wish to invite someone, I trust your judgement on this. Shall you write to Georgiana?"

Elizabeth gazed fondly at her husband. She knew his discomfort with those not of his close acquaintance, "I shall endeavour to not discomfit you...too much, William." She paused for several moments, "I had thought to invite Miss Thompson for a visit; but she mentioned that her family was planning a trip to The Lakes in August."

Darcy considered her words and guessing at her thoughts, ventured, "Would you like to invite them to visit during their trip?"

A small smile graced Elizabeth's lips, "You are getting altogether much too good at reading my thoughts, Mr. Darcy."

"I suspect that, in this case, they mirror my own. I would like to repay their considerable kindness in hosting myself and my family for the wedding. As well, I have enjoyed their company and would like to know them better." He chuckled, "I rather think that if we invite the Thompsons, Bingley may invite himself to visit at the same time." At Elizabeth's questioning gaze, he continued, "Bingley informed me, before we left, that he had been invited to stay at Netherfield until Monday next when he must return north. I venture that Miss Thompson may be the reason for his accepting."

Elizabeth sat up, forcing Darcy to loosen his grasp of her, "Truly? I had not seen any particular interest or attentions on his part."

"Apparently he enjoyed several talks with Miss Thompson during his stay. He said little to me about it; but I detect some interest."

"Oh dear. Georgiana will be...disappointed." Elizabeth was not prepared to reveal too much and, in truth, she was not sure herself of the depth of Georgiana's interest.

Darcy was a little surprised at Elizabeth's comment, "I was not aware ...that is, she is too young to consider a serious attachment." He thought then of the comment from Mrs. Annesley when Bingley had visited Pemberley, "however, I do remember that Mrs. Annesley had discerned some interest on his part, and perhaps on hers. Has Georgiana spoken to you on this?"

Elizabeth detected a note of concern in his voice and thought of how best to alleviate it without breaching Georgiana's confidences too significantly, "She has spoken of him and with some interest although I cannot, at this point, say with any confidence the extent to which her affections have been engaged. I agree she is much too young, too inexperienced to consider marriage and I would not be overly concerned if she did not marry for several years. I did not see any signs that Mr. Bingley was trying to fix her interest."

They discussed the matter for a further quarter hour and agreed to invite the Thompsons whose company, as well as that of the families of Darcy's aunts, would see Pemberley more lively than it had been for years. However, it was decided that plans to invite the Matlocks would best be deferred until the fall. The discussion was interrupted by a low growl emanating from Elizabeth's stomach. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she looked at Darcy with a quizzical eye, "I believe, William, that I need sustenance and I must assume that you asked Mrs. Hill to provide us with such since I see a rather largish hamper under the seat."

"I rather thought we might not eat much at the wedding breakfast and did indeed ask Mrs. Hill to select some of those foods you particularly enjoy." Releasing Elizabeth he straightened up and reached over to lift the basket onto the seat. Removing the cover he began to lift out the various delectables and it was not long before they both were devouring a warm meat roll, washing it down with a glass of wine. Tarts, biscuits, cheeses and sundry other items quickly followed, until they both leaned back in satisfaction. Elizabeth tidied up, returning the remains to the hamper. Once it was again stowed away beneath the seat, she turned to Darcy with a slight blush saying, "I wish to have you hold me once more." Darcy was more than willing to oblige and they settled comfortably together, talking quietly about all manner of things for a while, until Darcy noticed that Elizabeth had fallen asleep. Placing his legs on top of the opposing seat, he turned his body slightly with his back resting against the side of the carriage - after placing a pillow betwixt himself and the wall - and settled Elizabeth against his chest. Stoking her hair and listening to her soft breathing, he let himself relax and drift into a light sleep.

It was the noise of London that eventually woke him. As he moved to sit up, he became aware that Elizabeth was looking up at him with quirked lips. "I rather like watching you sleep, husband." He smiled and stroked her cheek once more and leaned forward to taste her lips. Feeling her immediate response, he let his tongue taste her lips once more and when he felt hers, he pulled her more closely and kissed her more strongly; however, he realized he could not let it continue and gradually lessened the pressure and began feathering kisses over her face. Leaning back, he struggled to control his breathing, "Mrs. Darcy, you test my control most seriously. We must desist for now."

Sitting up, he opened the curtain on the window and looked out. Recognizing their location, he turned to Elizabeth saying, "We should arrive at Darcy House in a quarter hour." Elizabeth immediately became concerned about her appearance, her hair was seriously disarranged and a search for the missing pins was undertaken. Once most had been retrieved, she attempted to fix her hair while Darcy looked on in bemused wonder. "I have never seen you with your hair down. I think I will enjoy the prospect of relieving you of those pins." Elizabeth gave him a stern look that was offset by the twinkle in her eye. "Mr. Darcy, I must ask you to behave. This is most unseemly." The smile that attended her words, robbed them of any offence.

At last, the carriage drew up in front of Darcy House. It was clear that their arrival had been anticipated, since the vehicle had not even come to a stop before a line of servants had formed on the steps of the entrance. The carriage door was opened and the footstep readied before either Darcy or Elizabeth could move. Darcy looked at Elizabeth and smiled, "I believe your arrival has been greatly anticipated, Mrs. Darcy." Stepping out of the carriage, he turned to help her descend and then, with her hand on his arm, they entered Darcy House.

Once they reached the entrance, they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Hodgkins who made no effort to make known their appreciation for the new Mrs. Darcy. Elizabeth was formally introduced to the servants, many of whom she had already met. Upon being informed that a light meal had been prepared, Elizabeth and Darcy expressed their intention of refreshing themselves before partaking. Darcy was quick to escort his wife to her chambers where Julia awaited her. A quarter hour later, he knocked on her door and entering found her sitting in front of her mirror with Julia arranging her hair. Leaning against the doorway, he was content to watch his wife's preparations, a quiet smile on his lips. Once Julia was finished, he moved to offer Elizabeth a hand to rise, nodding his appreciation to Julia as he did so. "Shall we venture down to eat, Mrs. Darcy?"

Elizabeth could not but smile at his formality in front of the servants - even Julia - but was not discomfited by it. "Indeed, husband. I find I am hungry once more."

Darcy led her downstairs but not to the dining room as she expected but rather to the morning room. "I asked Mrs. Hodgkins to serve us here. I find it more comfortable for just the two of us. Do you mind?" Receiving her approval, he seated her at the table and sat beside her. As though that had been a signal, Mrs. Hodgkins appeared to direct footmen in the serving of the meal. As she had stated, it was a simple and light meal. Mrs. Hodgkins had left shortly after the last dish had been placed on the table, shooing the footmen out ahead of her since Darcy had indicated their intention to serve themselves. Once they were alone, neither Darcy nor Elizabeth could make themselves do more than nibble on the various foods. When Elizabeth looked over Darcy, he was pushing his food around on the plate and studiously not looking at her. Finally, she caught him making a quick glance up at her and knew him to be as nervous and uncertain as herself. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood, "I am feeling a little fatigued, shall we retire now?" It took Darcy a second or two to respond but he immediately sprang to his feet and offered her his arm, his eagerness bringing a slight tinkle of laughter from Elizabeth.

They walked in silence until they reached the door of her bedchamber where she turned to him saying, "I will come to you in a half hour." Darcy could only nod and watched, as the door of her bedchamber closed, before hurrying to his own rooms to bathe and ready himself.

A half hour later, bathed and dressed in loose breeches and a dark green robe, he waited, sitting on the settee in front of the window that overlooked the street below. Watching the slow evening traffic, but wrapped in his thoughts, he did not hear Elizabeth enter the room. The flicker of movement on the edge of his vision alerted him to her presence and he stood so quickly as to almost fall. She stopped when she saw him rise and was only prevented from rushing to his aid by his upflung hand. "Please, Elizabeth...do not move."

Darcy found himself short of breath. The nightgown she wore was cream coloured and diaphanous, both revealing and hiding the body it contained. Her dark hair spilled and curled over her shoulders and down her back. His concentrated gaze had brought a flush to Elizabeth's face that spread down over her shoulders. Its further progress was obscured by her nightgown but her embarrassment was evident. With an effort he breathed in, "You are so very beautiful...Behold thou art fair, my love; behold thou art fair;" reaching out he offered her his hand which she grasped and was led to sit beside him on the settee where she smiled and said, "My beloved is mine, and I am his"

Drawing her into his embrace they began to exchange kisses and caresses with increasing boldness and fervour, until finally Elizabeth drew back and looked pointedly at Darcy, "I believe, sir, it is time for you to take me to your bed." Darcy suddenly realized that she had taken the initiative in deciding it was time to retire and to move to the bed but that all further initiatives were his responsibility. Standing, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, depositing her gently in its centre before settling himself beside her. Elizabeth looked up at the man who now had power over her completely but knowing his kindness and gentleness she was not afraid of what was to follow. Trusting him completely she opened her arms to welcome him to her body saying, "Come husband, make me truly your wife."

It was the urgent pressure on her bladder that woke Elizabeth the next morning. Without thinking she scooted out of bed before realizing that she was completely unclothed. Looking around she found her nightgown lying on the floor beside the bed. Reaching for it she became aware of the streaks of blood on her thighs and looking back at the bed could see blood stains there also. "That did not occur to me!" putting on her nightgown, she rushed to her dressing room to relieve her bladder and clean herself. When she returned to the bedroom it was to find Darcy gone from the bed. Putting on her robe, she sat on the settee to await his return and considered the events of the previous night. When Darcy had finally entered her body, it had been painful but not unduly so. His caresses had stirred her so as to make the joining eagerly awaited and he had been patient and careful, allowing her time for the discomfort to ease. She had been able to find pleasure in their first joining and more in the second that took place during the night.

When the door of his dressing room opened and he saw her sitting, he moved quickly to her side, "My love, are you well? I saw the blood. I did not realize...you must be in pain"

Elizabeth knew she had to relieve his distress, "Truly love, I am fine. I am well. There is no pain. Not now, at least. I did have some at first but it did not last." She smiled at him, "the pleasure quite made me forget it all; however, I have discovered that I am most hungry. What time is it?"

"It is just past eight in the morning. Shall I have Mrs. Hodgkins arrange a breakfast for us in the morning room?"

This received Elizabeth's approval and he opened his door to order a footman to have Mrs. Hodgkins to attend them. When the housekeeper arrived, she was requested to have the bed sheets changed and to arrange a breakfast in the morning room. After Mrs. Hodgkins had left, Elizabeth returned to her dressing room to bathe and dress. Julia was waiting for her with a very hot bath. "Mrs. Hodgkins thought you might wish to soak for a while and has sent extra hot water."

"Thank you, Julia. That sounds delightful."

"Ma'am, Mrs. Hodgkins asked me to find out if you were in any....discomfort."

Elizabeth smiled up at Julia, "You may tell Mrs. Hodgkins that I am quite well."

After soaking in the tub for near a half hour, Elizabeth allowed herself to be towelled dry and thoroughly cosseted. Dressed in one of her new morning gowns; with her hair washed and pinned up; she moved to the settee in her bed chamber to wait for her husband, who obliged her by entering the room some few minutes later to escort her to the morning room.

After a leisurely breakfast they decided, since the day was pleasantly warm, to walk in Hyde Park. It took Elizabeth but a few minutes to discover that her unaccustomed exercise the night before had caused stiffness in her thigh and hip muscles. Apprising Darcy of this elicited a warm chuckle, a somewhat salacious grin - which earned him a slap on the arm - and the recommendation that a brisk pace might ease her discomfort. So it was to be, although it took almost an hour for the last residue of discomfort to disappear. By the time they returned to Darcy House after absenting themselves for two hours, Elizabeth was feeling very much her usual self. Repairing to the library with the intention of reading, Darcy found her presence to be totally distracting, and his attempts to read quite futile. Elizabeth, observing his focus on her, began to tease him and it was not long before her kisses and caresses led them to return to his bed chamber.

Later as she lay quite comfortably enfolded in his arms, Elizabeth had a disquieting thought - one that she knew not whether she should even raise with her husband. Darcy was not insensible to the change in her mood or to the pensive expression that had laid claim to her face. "What disturbs you so, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth found herself torn. This was a topic she felt she should not ask her husband to address and yet she yearned to know the answer. She knew enough of her nature to realize that not knowing could produce more pain than knowing. She also could not look at him while she asked. Her continuing silence began to worry Darcy, "Elizabeth, there is no question you cannot ask me. I will answer to my best ability."

Closing her eyes Elizabeth assayed a response, "You may think...oh, I know not how to phrase this. You know my ignorance of the marriage bed, of marital intimacies. I did not expect that you would be lacking such experience and truly you gave me much pleasure but I would know..."

Whatever question Darcy had expected, this was not one of them. He stumbled for an answer - how much could or should he say. His silence which lasted for several moments only increased Elizabeth's discomposure, and she was about to rise from the bed in some embarrassment and a fear that he was displeased, when Darcy locked her in his arms. "Please, Elizabeth, give me some time to order my thoughts. I assure you, I am not displeased or angry." He was silent for a few more moments.

"As you can observe, your question quite caught me by surprise. It is not one, I think, that husbands expect on the day after they marry." He smiled at her, "But given the nature of our courtship, perhaps I should have expected such a question. Nevertheless, I will tell you of my experience, as slight as it may be."

He paused for a few seconds to organize his thoughts, "I attended Cambridge for four years. In my second year, my father paid me a visit. He took me to London and, while we were there, he brought me to a townhouse of a modest size. I was introduced to a woman some ten years my senior. My father had arranged, as something I suspect he felt to be a necessary part of my education, for her to instruct me on how to please a woman. I stayed with her for some three or four days. I learned afterwards that she did this regularly. I have not seen her since nor have I been with another woman until last night. I felt no love for her and I suppose I should be grateful for the instruction, although I know I could not do the same for a son of mine." He paused before continuing, "You must believe me on this. What we shared last night was as new to me as it was to you."

Elizabeth lay back and drew him down to kiss, "Thank you, William. I did not want to cause you distress but I did fear some previous attachment." And murmuring against his lips, "Although I must commend her teaching ability."

"I do also. In fact, she taught me this ...." And a few moments later, "...but this comes from my own fantasies..."

Soon the only sounds were the low murmurs of appreciation and enjoyment issuing from Elizabeth's lips.

Chapter 41

Thursday May 26, 1813 - Darcy House

It had taken Elizabeth but a few days to realize that she could take as much pleasure from their intimacies as her husband. That he was pleased when the initiative came from her had been particularly gratifying, and their days in London had quickly fallen into a pattern which pleased them both. After breakfasting together, they would venture out, if the weather permitted, for a long walk or a tour of the city. When it did not, they were quite content to read together in the library.

They could not divorce themselves from the world outside completely. Nor did they want to do so. William's business affairs would intrude, and some transactions of an urgent nature had to be addressed, but he was resolute in limiting himself only to such. When he was so engaged, she met with Mrs. Hodgkins to review the household accounts and begin her role as Mistress. She was aware of a growing pile of invitations, but they had agreed to limit themselves to the ball and dinners with the Matlocks and the Gardiners. The knocker on their door would not go up until the day following the ball and they planned to depart for Pemberley a day later.

One morning, after breakfast, Darcy had to attend to some urgent business in his study. Elizabeth had been pleased to sit and read in the room with him but, after an hour had passed and it looked like he would be engaged for some time more, she had left the room. After another hour had passed, he signed the final letter and, after consigning his correspondence to the post, went in search of his wife. When the library and music room failed to disclose her, he inquired of Mr. Hodgkins where she might be found. On being told that Mrs. Darcy was last seen entering the billiard room, he made haste in that direction.

The muffled clack of billiard balls being struck could be heard through the closed door. With a grin on his face, he eased the door open to be greeted by a sight which froze him completely. Elizabeth was bent over the billiard table; lining up to strike the cue ball, her bottom - delectably clothed in a light green morning dress - was presented to his eyes. Unable to breathe, he watched her strike the cue ball. "Nice shot but I think she hit it too hard." And so it was. The ball that was struck did indeed end in the pocket but the cue ball was struck too hard and came to rest in a poor position for the next shot. "I don't think she can hit the cue ball - she is too short."

"Merde"

The soft expletive from Elizabeth caught Darcy by surprise. He had just learned something new. He silently closed the door and then watched, with some amazement, as Elizabeth hitched her dress up slightly and perched her bottom on the edge of the table in order to lean forward and make the next shot. By this time Darcy's eyebrows had virtually disappeared into his hair line. It was all he could do not to walk up behind her and plant a kiss on the back of her neck while his hands became occupied with those parts of her body that currently had attracted his attention.

After Elizabeth had taken her shot, unsuccessfully he noted, she hopped down off the edge of the table, turning as she did so, which brought her face-to-face with Darcy who had taken several quiet steps into the room. A deep blush overtook her countenance as she recognized the desire in her husband's eyes. She skittered away from him and began to walk around the table. He followed.

"Where did you learn to play, Lizzy?"

Not looking at him, she answered, "I have watched you play on several occasions when you did not realize I was present."

"I believe you missed your last shot, did you not? That would make it my turn." With which his hand slid gently down her arm to grasp her hand holding the cue stick. Taking it from her, his other hand brushed across her bottom before he moved away to take his turn. Upon being successful, he glanced at Elizabeth, on whose mien had appeared a most determined look, and a small smile, as she looked at him. As he moved to position himself for his next shot he felt her presence behind him and, as he lined up the cue stick, suddenly felt her hand upon his own bottom. As he tried to concentrate on striking the cue ball her hand slid down to the inside of his thigh and then moved upwards. Unable to stop the motion of his arm, the cue ball went he knew not where.

"I believe, Mr. Darcy, that it is now my turn."

"Minx!"

A gurgle from Elizabeth as she relieved him of the cue stick was his only consolation. She strolled around to the other side of the table and leaned forward to take her shot. He could not be sure but it did appear that she was deliberately prolonging the time that she did so. For a very obvious reason, he knew. Her dress was quite modest but the neckline did expose the upper part of her bosom and was sufficiently loose that it fell open as she leaned forward. That she was not wearing stays became immediately obvious and his breath caught in his throat once more.

Taking her shot - successfully - and acting quite oblivious to her husband - she moved to position herself for another. As she did so, Darcy found that indeed his limbs could function and almost without realizing he had done so, found himself standing behind his wife bent over the table, her bottom once more most advantageously positioned. He stepped so close that they almost touched. That she was aware of his presence he knew - he could hear her breathing quicken. His hands slid over her bottom, hips and upwards - stroking and caressing as they moved. He leaned forward to nibble on her neck, murmuring, "I believe that...."

Before he could finish, she had dropped the cue stick and turned in his arms forcing him to stand straight. Her hands came around his neck and her lips sought his. He grasped her waist in his hands and lifted her to settle on the edge of the table. Nudging her legs apart he positioned himself between them as their kiss deepened. He was about to raise her skirts when her hands grasped his hair and pulled his head firmly back to remove his lips.

Panting she gasped, "Not here....not like this."

Realizing the impropriety, the risks attached to the position that he had placed them in, he lifted her down from the table and, taking a firm hold of her hand, practically ran towards their bedchambers dragging a laughing Elizabeth behind. Within minutes they were joined on his bed, still clothed. The ferocity of their lovemaking was surprising to them both. Afterwards, Darcy collapsed by her side and buried his face in the bed sheets. They spoke not for several minutes before Darcy could find the words he sought, "You must forgive me. I was a savage....tell me I did not hurt you."

Elizabeth did not respond for several moments as she considered her response, "I am not hurt at all. I quite enjoyed it, you know. Could you not tell? If you are a...a savage, then so must I be." She paused briefly before continuing, "I would not wish this every time but I quite enjoyed seeing you become so undone." She stroked his head and forced him to look at her. Kissing him, she repeated her words, "I quite enjoyed it. You must have seen that?"

She levered herself out of his arms and swung her legs to the floor, "I think I must get out of these clothes." Saying which, she divested herself of her clothes and slid back under the bed coverings. Darcy was not slow to follow her example and joined her there.

"Lizzy, I do have one question."

"Hmmmm?"

"Where did you learn the word 'merde'?"

A deep chortle came from Elizabeth, "You can place the blame directly on John Goulding."

"How so?"

"Well, John was a playmate when I was much younger. He learned it from his father and told me what it meant." She laughed softly, "He also learned, and told me, about when not to speak it. He used the word in the presence of his mother and sisters. Unfortunately for John, his mother knew what it meant and informed his father. As John explained it, he caught a double punishment. One for using the word and a second, for doing so in front of his sisters. John told me he had to sleep on his stomach for two nights. Needless to say, I only use it when I think I am alone."

Darcy chuckled and propping himself up on his elbow looked down at his wife. "I suggest that is a good idea. Of course, you can use it with me. I am not likely to be too offended." As he spoke his hands began to stroke and caress her. It was not long before they were both fully absorbed in their lovemaking and the result was as much unlike the earlier effort as was possible, being a long, slow and gentle loving.

William fulfilled his promise to instruct her in how to play billiards; unfortunately for her mastery of that game, those sessions always seemed to be concluded in his bed. She was sure that they had yet to complete a game but, as his Aunt Catherine frequently stated, with sufficient practice she was sure she could be truly proficient although, with a suppressed giggle, she thought perhaps the proficiency might not involve billiards.

Their most public outing had been to attend church on Sunday morning. St. Alban's was a smallish local church attended by a variety of local families of disparate stations. It was not frequented by many of the ton and hence provided no opportunity to see and be seen, which may be the primary reason to attend religious services by that section of society. For the Darcys, the absence of such society enhanced the pleasure that they found in attending the service. Indeed, St. Alban's most noteworthy feature was the presence of a vigorous and able rector who delivered moving and thoughtful sermons. That day's lesson had been on charity and the need to consider that charity encompassed more than the simple giving of money to the poor but also included active involvement of oneself in helping others. What captured Elizabeth's attention in particular, were his thoughts on being charitable in how one dealt with others on a daily basis. She could think of times when she had exercised her wit, albeit with no intent to hurt but with that consequence nonetheless.

Both Darcy and Elizabeth enjoyed the service and participated with enthusiasm in singing the hymns. Once the service was complete, they were welcomed by the rector and were greeted quietly, and with surprising restraint, by many of the congregation who had learned of their wedding. The Darcy family had attended St. Alban's for several generations and, if not frequently in attendance because of their residence at Pemberley, they were well recognized and acknowledged as supporters of the church.

Their evenings, apart from the dinners with the Matlocks and Gardiners, were spent ensconced in William's room and frequently in his bed. The staff at Darcy House had become quite used to seeing the Master and Mistress hurrying to his bed chamber and, on one or two occasions, had encountered Darcy carrying her up the stairs. Their delight in each other was obvious to all and their happiness permeated the house.

Tuesday June 1, 1813 - London

As these things must, the day of the ball hosted by the Duke and Duchess of ____ finally arrived. The dinner with the Matlocks had taken place several days previous and had proven helpful to Elizabeth in two ways. She still found it difficult to be at ease in Lord Matlock's presence. Publicly, he had clearly welcomed her into the family; in private, his reserve was proving harder to overcome. Some of his attitudes she found to be reminiscent of those she had at one time ascribed to her husband. There was a certain disdain for those not of his station, although, in general, he appeared to be willing to ignore that difference for certain individuals. She had not been in his company enough, however, to sketch his character thoroughly. For the nonce, she intended to be civil and pleasant to avoid taking, or giving, offence. During the dinner she had been seated at his right hand and, after several attempts, had finally succeeded in engaging him in conversation about his duties and interests in the House of Lords. It became obvious from the conversation that he took these responsibilities seriously and had developed a particular interest in military issues - perhaps prompted by his son's career. Their discussion on the role of the army had interested them both and the earl's surprise at her understanding of the campaigns and issues was clear.

Elizabeth had admitted that her father had encouraged her to read the newspapers - particularly Wellington's military dispatches from the Peninsular War and gazetted naval dispatches - and had discussed their content with her. He had even gone so far, she confessed, to buying her a few books written on the history of the war. She was able, with a few well directed questions, to get the earl to expound on the government's perspective and, if she found herself in silent disagreement on some points, she confined herself to asking probing questions to elicit more information on the reasons for the position adopted.

Later, as they sipped tea, she and the countess discussed the ball. Lady Eleanor disclosed that their Graces usually limited the number of invitations to about fifty or sixty couples most of whom would be amongst the most prominent members of the ton. The countess invited Elizabeth to tea the next day to discuss the possible guest list and what she might expect. As the countess expressed, "You will be scrutinized with a critical eye! Expect that, but let us prepare for it also. I will be there to assist you; and tomorrow I can impart to you something about most of those that you will encounter." Their subsequent meeting had been of appreciable value and, if she could not remember all that she had been told, enough had been gleaned, she thought, to allow her to appear comfortable.

Elizabeth could not but be gratified by the willingness of the countess to mentor her in the ways of society. She and her husband had indeed attended the ball and, when Darcy and Elizabeth arrived, had casually but carefully, between dance sets, introduced them to various notables. Elizabeth had found the experience both exhilarating and terrifying. All to whom she was introduced were civil and pleasant. Some were inclined to ask rather impertinent questions but she had learned long ago how to deal with such. Of particular importance was the introduction to Lady Jersey, who was one of the rulers of Almacks, the most prestigious portion of the marriage mart, to which Georgiana's access would be most advantageous. Lady Jersey had seemed inclined to be civil and, if the conversation was, for the most part, inconsequential, Lady Matlock appeared satisfied with the encounter when discussing it later.

When she and Darcy had walked on the floor for the first dance, she had been conscious of the many eyes assessing her gown, jewels and her countenance. Her confidence in the first two was essential to the comfort and confidence she displayed. Fortunately, she also had been able to capture Darcy's attention when they first lined up and keeping her eyes focussed on him, induced a small smile and a relaxation of his demeanour, and the occasional small smile, as they danced. As they wended their way through the various movements of the dance, it became clear even to the very least observant of those attending that the Darcys were very much in love with each other.

Since she could dance but three dances with her husband, she had been required to be partnered by other gentlemen. Most were curious as to her background and some were even mildly flirtatious, neither of which caused her any particular concern. One of her partners, unfortunately, made a slightly improper suggestion. Her quelling glare seemed to have been sufficient, since he disappeared rather rapidly after returning her to Darcy. She returned her husband's quizzical look with the barest shrug of a shoulder. Darcy himself had danced with several ladies, one of whom was the granddaughter of their hosts.

Overall the ball appeared to have been a success for the Darcys. Their Graces, the Duke and Duchess of ______ had been most welcoming and, according to Lady Matlock, who spoke long and forcibly on the matter the next day, they had been most complimentary when speaking of Elizabeth and Darcy to their guests. Not only had their Graces been complimentary but the morning society page had featured them as well, with much approbation.

Lady Matlock revealed that the main reason for her presence that afternoon was to assist in the calls that they could expect to receive that day. In the hour before callers could be expected to arrive, she and Darcy reviewed most of the cards that had been left and recommended which callers should be admitted.

Later, as the last caller was shown out the door, Elizabeth leaned back in her chair and emitted a huge sigh of relief which as greeted by a laugh from Darcy and an understanding smile from the countess. "Elizabeth, you have done quite well," she opined, "I thought you handled the most difficult ladies as well as could be expected, Lady Sophie was determined to find fault and would not be discouraged. Fortunately, she could not be overtly rude. You treated her quite civilly and gave her no grounds for further disparagement." She turned to Darcy, "I did not recognize many of the callers, particularly the gentlemen."

Darcy nodded, "You would not, I dare say. Most were friends from Cambridge with their wives and several were men I have met in my business dealings."

The countess looked a little askance, "You meet your business associates socially?"

"Indeed I do, aunt. I count some of them amongst my closest friends."

The countess appeared a little disconcerted at this news. Elizabeth looked at Darcy and then at his aunt, "Aunt Eleanor, I do not know if you are aware but my closest and most favoured aunt and uncle are in trade. They are estimable and genteel people of taste and discernment and will be frequent guests here and at Pemberley. You have met my Aunt Madeline. Her husband, my Uncle Edward, is her equal in every respect." She watched the countess carefully, since this aspect of her connections had not been raised before, and she had not discussed with her aunt whether the latter had disclosed this fact to Lady Eleanor whose reaction, when it came, was cautious, "I found Mrs. Gardiner to be quite ladylike and would be interested to meet Mr. Gardiner."

With this Elizabeth was willing to be satisfied and before long the countess called for her carriage and departed. Once she had done so, Elizabeth grinned and looking up at her husband, murmured, "I find myself slightly fatigued. Could I convince my tall, handsome husband to accompany me upstairs to our rooms and comfort me?" They were not seen downstairs again until they broke their fast the next morning.

Chapter 42

Posted on 2015-01-29

Tuesday June 15, 1813 - Pemberley

The morning's post had been delivered and Elizabeth was overjoyed to find amongst those left at her place was one from Jane. "Oh, finally Jane has written!" And, with an apologetic look at her husband, she immediately broke the seal to unfold several sheets of closely written script. Darcy was not long left in uncertainty as to the contents as Elizabeth revealed Jane's communication as she read.

"She and Amos are located in a comfortable apartment in Portsmouth...Amos is not to sail until June 17...he has no idea of where he is bound...sealed orders? I do not understand." A questioning look was directed at Darcy who thought for a second before answering, "I believe that means the Captain does not know his destination until he sails at which time he opens a sealed packet with his orders. This ensures secrecy."

"Ah, I see...well, that is the case here. Let me see, She quite likes Portsmouth...there are some comments on the shops and the quality of lace and ribbons with which I will not bore you...she will remove to London with the Gardiners when her husband sails.....she has visited the ship and met his officers...they came to dine one evening....seem like most gentlemanly men...she also wishes to help our aunt when the baby arrives....Oh! I am so glad....I can think of no better woman to be a mother...Amos is delighted...unhappy that he must leave her now."

At her husband's puzzled frown, Elizabeth explained with obvious pleasure, "Jane thinks that she is with child. It may arrive next January." She returned her attention to the letter, "She found herself tired and frequently sick but did not recognize the signs at first....oh, dear, she has not told Mama yet....She fears her effusions when she does...she expects Mama to want her to live at Longbourn...I cannot think of a less delightful prospect. I hope she stays with our aunt....she expects that our mother will wish to attend her during her confinement....I detect a note of apprehension on that...I can well believe it. Our mother will not be a calming influence"

She returned her attention to the letter once more, "She told Mama about their purchase of an estate in Yorkshire....Mama was most upset that she would be so far away....could not understand why Amos would not purchase an estate near Longbourn...Mama has written her several times", this with a rueful smile, "...as she has me...expressing her dismay at her lack of concern for her - Mama's - nerves....I am glad to see that Jane is not acceding to our mother's demands. Marriage has been good for her in that regard. She is no longer willing to let our mother impose her wishes on her."

Elizabeth leaned back in contemplation, "I must write her immediately."

Darcy smiled at his wife whose gaze appeared unfocussed, "On what are you thinking, Elizabeth? The pleasure of being an aunt?"

"No..well, not altogether, although that did cross my mind. No, I was envying Jane a little bit." Seeing the puzzled look that appeared on her husband's countenance, she grinned, "I am not inclined to wish for a child too soon since I am enjoying this time with only the two of us; but I confess to a small degree of envy that Jane has been so blessed."

Thursday July 1, 1813 - Pemberley

Their time together at Pemberley had passed all too quickly for their liking. In later years, it would take on an almost idyllic quality. They would rise early in the morning for long walks before breaking their fast. Afterwards Elizabeth and Mrs. Reynolds would work together on the household accounts; or surveying the rooms to determine which need improvement. Mrs. Reynolds had been apprised of the guests that were expected during the summer; and she and Elizabeth had reviewed the suitability of the rooms to be assigned to each. Since there had been few visitors at Pemberley over the past number of years, some improvements were deemed necessary. As well, Elizabeth had thought to host several dinner parties over the summer and invite their neighbours to dine. Menus had to be prepared.

Of course, as with any couple comprised of two strong minded, independent individuals, differences of opinion were bound to arise. When it concerned literature, as an example, it was easily and amicably resolved; however, some issues admitted of a more difficult resolution. Such was the case when Elizabeth began to expand the range of her solitary walks. Accustomed as she was to wandering as she wished in the environs of Longbourn - keeping in mind that such could encompass a range of three miles or more - she gave little thought to doing likewise at Pemberley.

When she had ventured on an extended walk that Darcy, when he asked of her whereabouts, found it to have lasted some two hours and that she had not yet returned, his frantic concern exploded in anger when she was located ambling back to Pemberley about a half mile from the house. Immensely pleased with her walk, she was greeted still some distance from the house by a white-lipped, frantic Darcy. His first words were, as he realized in retrospect, unfortunate.

"What the devil do you mean by walking off by yourself!?"

Her response was surprisingly temperate, albeit tinged with considerable surprise, "I have always done so!"

"You are Mrs. Darcy. You cannot go wandering around like some country lass!"

"For your information, Mr. Darcy, I am a country lass!" Elizabeth could feel her choler rising to match Darcy's. "Insufferable, arrogant man!" and, beginning to comprehend his anger, bit back further words and strode angrily towards the house, her stride stiff legged with anger, hoping the exercise might cool it.

Darcy was taken aback by her words and that she had stalked by him, anger revealed in each stride. He hurried to reach her side, wise enough to not attempt stopping her progress. They walked in silence until they entered the house. Elizabeth made directly for her sitting room, quite conscious of Darcy walking silently and, she thought, angrily beside her. When the door closed behind them, she felt his hand on her arm, stopping her and claiming her attention.

"Elizabeth, before you loose your ire on me, hear me out ...please."

He took her silence as consent, although the stiffness of her posture suggested those words had best be deserving of her forgiveness. "First, I apologize for the harshness with which I spoke to you. I should not have done so." He could see her back start to relax and continued in an even gentler voice, "I was angry because I feared for your safety. You had been gone for more than two hours and no one had seen you or knew where you had gone. I feared something had happened and my fear fuelled my anger."

"I do not appreciate the censure. That is what has angered me. To suggest my behaviour is somehow improper...I cannot accept that. I am a country lass and will remain so. I ...."

Darcy felt he had to interrupt, his voice caressingly soft, "Lizzy, you misunderstood me. I meant no censure. Only that you are my wife and I care deeply for your safety; and the staff here at Pemberley cares deeply for you also. We, none of us, want to see you harmed. As Mrs. Darcy, you are important to a great many people."

Elizabeth turned slowly mollified by his concern, "I apologize for causing you such distress." She stepped up to him and brushed a kiss on his cheek, "But, I did so enjoy the freedom that privacy allowed. It was the finest walk I have enjoyed in more than a year."

"Elizabeth, you must realize the danger. The grounds of Pemberley are much wilder than Longbourn and you are not well known here. I do not know if there is much of a poacher problem in Hertfordshire but here, they have always been somewhat of a concern; but I was more afraid that you had tripped or had fallen and were lying hurt somewhere." He led her over to the settee and sat with her on his lap, enclosed in his arms. "I could not bear to have you hurt because I was not there to protect you."

"You cannot always be with me, William." She looked at him closely, "and I would not wish to circumscribe my walks to when you can accompany me. Neither Georgiana nor Kitty can keep pace with me."

"I would not wish to confine you so. In sight of the house, I have no concerns; but, knowing you as I do, you will not be satisfied with such. Am I not right?"

"You are indeed, William, nor can you expect me to be happily so constrained."

The release of so much anger and worry was found in the comfort of a reconciliation which, as is not unusual with young married couples - and not infrequently by those not so young anymore - saw the happy couple ensconced in their bed for some little time and considerable pleasure.

Finally, rising and dressing, they wandered arm-in-arm downstairs and outdoors. Their perambulations led them into the flower garden behind the manor house. As they walked, they discussed means of affording Elizabeth the freedom to walk where she willed, while accommodating her husband's concern for her safety. The result was a compromise - the first of many they would forge over the years - built on a mutual respect for the desires and needs of each. It was not a perfect solution - compromises never are - but, over the course of the years, the restrictions involved were more than compensated for by the satisfaction gained by them both. In essence, Elizabeth would attempt to schedule her walks when her husband was most likely to be free to accompany her and he, in his turn, would make attending her a priority unless there was an urgent need to do otherwise. When he was unable to accompany her, she would walk in company with a maid capable of keeping pace and would restrict the duration and direction of her walk.

Sundays were a special day given over totally, after church services, to enjoying their time together. They happily formed the habit of removing to the library to read together, perusing newspapers and catching up on personal correspondence. If the weather was fine, which it usually was by now, they might venture out for a ride to Lambton or Kympton, stopping at the inn in those villages for a bite to eat and to greet a few people. Elizabeth had come to know Alan Forsythe, rector of the Pemberley Chapel, quite well. He was a man of some fifty years and had been rector there for the last twenty of them; enjoying the confidence of the Darcy family; and well-beloved by those that attended his services, most of whom either worked at Pemberley or were tenant farmers. In the course of attending several services, Elizabeth had met and been welcomed by the families of most of the tenant farms.

It was from Mr. Forsythe that Elizabeth was able to discover which of the families were in need of particular assistance. Armed with this information, Elizabeth had gradually taken on the task of visiting tenant families and, to the extent possible, assuring herself of their well-being and providing assistance to those families in need of such. While she was thus engaged, Darcy would be dealing with the backlog of estate business that had accumulated over the past months. Their afternoons were given over to themselves; they took the opportunity to roam the park on horseback; and to make trips to the Peaks and to other scenic spots within easy riding distance. Not infrequently they would take a picnic meal with them and not return until dusk. If their clothing was marred by grass stains, it was not something on which Mrs. Reynolds permitted the staff to comment. Their evenings were spent together in quiet enjoyment, playing chess, reading, talking, Elizabeth's playing on the pianoforte and the occasional game of billiards - the latter culminating in the now predictable manner. Their privacy, however, was about to end. Georgiana, Kitty and the Monteiths were due to arrive this very day.

As she sat down to break her fast that morning, Elizabeth was content that all her preparations were in hand. The arrival of an express post and a letter delivered to her while she sat drinking her tea could not help but raise concern. Opening the express first and beginning to read resulted in an emphatic "Oh my!" which captured Darcy's full attention and a quick, "What is the matter?"

Before Elizabeth answered, she requested one of the waiting footmen to find Mrs. Reynolds to attend them immediately. Then, looking at her husband, she shrugged her shoulders responding, "Your Uncle and Aunt have decided to visit us along with Lord Fitzwilliam and his family for the next fortnight instead of simply coming for the few days around Georgiana's party as they initially proposed."

Interpreting the raised eyebrow of her husband correctly, Elizabeth was quick to reassure him but being a little uncertain as to whether additional activities would be necessary, addressed the issue to him and asked if he had planned any particular activities that his relatives would enjoy. After some thought, he mentioned that he expected the men might enjoy a fishing party, "Monteith is not an ardent fisherman but my uncle and cousin both enjoy the sport greatly. We have some excellent streams here and I can surely arrange for them to enjoy the sport.....they are also active riders and, if they have not brought mounts, I have several that would suit admirably. We might also arrange an excursion to Dove Dale."

Elizabeth nodded and turned her attention to the letter which she then opened, "It is from my father. I hope there is nothing untoward at Longbourn? As she began to read a rueful smile appeared, "It appears that we are to receive two more unexpected guests. My father and Mary have invited themselves. Mama has gone to London to be with my Aunt who, I am sure, is less than perfectly delighted with such a visitor. Mama feels that Mary, an unmarried girl, should not be present and has sent her back to Longbourn. My father appears to think this an excellent opportunity to visit our library....oh dear, they will arrive later today also."

Elizabeth began to consider how to deal with the extra guests and quickly concluded that no extra measures were called for. "My father will be quite content with our library and Mary with the company of Georgiana and Kitty. Papa has not written as to how long they plan to stay but I would not think them to be an imposition, even if they stayed for the whole summer."

At this point, Mrs. Reynolds entered the room and was apprised of the extra guests. Mrs. Reynolds accepted the news with equanimity, "It will be well, Mrs. Darcy. It should take but a few hours to ready the extra rooms. I will inform Cook about the need to increase the menu. Shall we alter the arrangements?"

"Not for today, although the quantities might have to be increased slightly. I m not sure when my father expects to arrive but we shall meet with Cook to see what changes are required while they are here....the nursery is able to accommodate Lord Fitzwilliam's children?"

"Yes Ma'am. It will be a treat to have children here at Pemberley."

'It looks like the extra staff we are training will be helpful." At Darcy's puzzled look, Elizabeth explained further, "Our current staff is adequate to handle the normal number of people here but in August we will be hosting a much larger crowd. We need more footmen and maids and have taken on several more of each to train this month."

Darcy nodded, "Ah, I see and, since we may be entertaining a bit more frequently, we will need the extra staff afterwards."

Elizabeth smiled at Mrs. Reynolds, "Mrs. Reynolds brought it to my attention so the credit must be hers........very well then. I will meet with you and Cook in an hour in your study."

Darcy had listened with quiet satisfaction as Elizabeth had, without conscious thought, exercised her duties as Mistress of Pemberley. He could tell from Mrs. Reynolds' demeanour that she had no qualms about being directed by and advising Elizabeth. Her smile of satisfaction as she bustled from the room to arrange for the readying of the required rooms was more than sufficient proof of her approbation of her Mistress. That Elizabeth had thought to publicly recognize and applaud her foresight was an additional cause for satisfaction.

Elizabeth and Darcy were warned that carriages had been sighted a quarter hour before they appeared on the road leading to Pemberley, which gave them sufficient time to be waiting to greet their guests as the carriages rolled to a stop. With a last silent exchange of looks, they braced their shoulders and prepared to meet their guests.

Georgiana was first out of the carriages and, displaying all the poise of a young lady, walked sedately towards them until about three paces away at which point she launched herself at Elizabeth - much to the latter's surprise and disconcertment of her brother - hugging her fiercely, "Oh how I have missed you both and ...." She released a laughing Elizabeth and hugged her brother who grumbled teasingly, "Well, I know where I rank now."

Kitty followed Georgiana and was quick to hug her sister before turning to curtsy to Darcy, "Mr. Darcy I am so pleased to have been invited. Pemberley is just....just magnificent."

"Miss Catherine, we are now brother and sister are we not?" At her hesitant nod, he continued, "I shall call you Catherine or Kitty and you shall call me William or Brother. Agreed?"

"Yes, Mr. D...Brother."

"Better. It will get easier, Catherine. I assure you."

By now the rest of the carriages had been emptied and footmen were moving, as a well instructed team under the direction of Mr. Reynolds, to cart baggage to the appropriate rooms. The earl and countess approached their hosts, a somewhat apologetic expression on their faces. The earl spoke quickly, "We must apologize. I know we are imposing at short notice."

Elizabeth was quick to respond, "That may be so but it does not follow that it is unwelcome. We are both pleased that you have come."

The countess hugged her, saying, "We realize that you did not get much warning but my husband was so interested in seeing Pemberley - we have not been here for several years - that he insisted we come. I know we planned to come for Georgiana's seventeenth birthday next week. We really wished for an opportunity to know you better. I hope you had ample warning." The last was uttered with a little hesitation which turned to a slight dismay upon being told that their letter had only arrived that very morning.

Elizabeth, seeing her reaction, simply shook her head, "It is of no matter. That was ample time to make all the necessary arrangements." And seeing a rather disbelieving look on the countess's face, she answered, "Truly, it did. Mrs. Reynolds is a treasure. And we are delighted you have come. I am sure Georgiana is overjoyed that you will be here." She then turned to greet Lord Fitzwilliam and Lady Elaine, "I am pleased that you both decided to come and that you brought your children. It has been some years, from what William tells me, since children have played at Pemberley." She continued with a grin, "You are not the only unexpected guests. My father and my sister Mary will be arriving later today."

She turned then to speak to them all, "We have held back dinner for an hour, expecting your arrival. Hot water has been sent to your rooms for you to refresh yourselves. We will dine at seven, if that is acceptable to you all?" Observing no sign of disagreement, she ushered them into the house. Stopping Lady Elaine before she left, she asked, "We would certainly not object should you wish to have the children join us for the meal." Which, after a brief discussion with her husband, Lady Elaine found quite agreeable.

Turning to Georgiana and Kitty, Elizabeth took an arm of each and led them upstairs, "Come. I will show you to your room, Kitty. It is next to Georgie's. I think you will be pleased with it." As she ushered them upstairs, the two girls began to talk with animation about their trip. After leaving them to refresh themselves, Elizabeth returned to her own rooms to do likewise. She rather expected to find her husband there and to share some moments of intimacy with him. In this she was not disappointed and, if their demeanour when they ventured downstairs was such as to raise a discerning glance and a slight smile from his aunt, that lady was too well-bred and too pleased with the evidence of their attachment, to make any comment.

Dinner was just ending when Mr. Reynolds entered the dining room to advise Darcy that a coach had been sighted and would arrive in less than a quarter hour. Darcy stood and announced, "If you will excuse Elizabeth and me, our remaining guests will be arriving shortly. Please carry on. Aunt, perhaps you could show the ladies to the drawing room."

Darcy and Elizabeth were just exiting the house when the carriage came to a stop. Mr. Bennet was first to step down, turning to help Mary descend; they both stretched to relieve the cramps from the long carriage ride before moving to greet their hosts. Elizabeth stepped forward to hug her sister who whispered, "This is so grand, Lizzy. I can hardly credit it." At the same time Mr. Bennet clasped hands with Darcy saying, "I know we are imposing on you but the opportunity to ensure that you were taking care of Lizzy was too good to ignore." The sardonic look in his eye only earned a smile from Darcy although Elizabeth interjected, "Papa, you are a shameless opportunist. You are only here because you deem your library deficient in comparison to that of Pemberley."

"Unfortunately, I believe that to be all too true Lizzy....on both charges."

"Come Papa, Mary. I believe you will wish to refresh yourselves after your travel. Hot water for a bath will be sent to your rooms shortly. We have just finished dining but I will arrange for a tray to be sent to your rooms." As she spoke, Elizabeth led them into the house, while around them footmen carried their baggage up to their rooms. Turning to Darcy, Elizabeth suggested that he return to their guests while she escorted her father and sister to their rooms. As she led them both up the stairs, they spoke comfortably about the trip and the circumstances that led them to make it. Once Elizabeth had reached their rooms, she could see that they both were rather tired and suggested that it would not be taken amiss if they decided to remain in their rooms until the next morning. This was acceptable to both and she took her leave - promising them a tour of the house after breakfast which had been arranged for the other guests - and rejoined her guests in the drawing room.

Chapter 43

Wednesday July 14, 1813 - Pemberley

Darcy could look back on the past two weeks with much satisfaction and look forward, with considerable relief, to the fact that the next fortnight would allow him to enjoy Elizabeth's company to a much greater extent than had been possible while the Matlocks were visiting. Their departure early this morning, meant that their only visitors were Elizabeth's two sisters and Mr. Bennet. The latter was so comfortably ensconced in the library as to be virtually invisible; while Elizabeth's sisters and Georgiana, being much of an age, had found endless sources of amusement without reference to anyone else.

The Matlock visit had been pleasurable. Their avowed purpose, to attend and enjoy Georgiana's birthday, had, if they were to be believed, met all of their expectations. That day had been excessively warm and it was fortuitous that Elizabeth had planned a picnic down by the pond. A canopy protected them from the sun and a day of activities was planned culminating in a special event once darkness fell. The ladies had enjoyed playing paille-maille on the expanse of lawn fronting the pond and even the gentlemen had been convinced to participate. However, the gentlemen did extract a promise on the part of the ladies to join them in a simple cricket game much to the amusement of all. Even Lord Matlock was induced to play and showed that his skills as a bowler had diminished only slightly with age. The two young Fitzwilliam children - Harold and Judith, of seven and 5 years of age respectively - were delighted to be included. The Bennet sisters and Georgiana had paid them particular attention and engaged them in games and activities, only desisting when it was time for them to sleep. The evening continued quite warm and their evening meal was served under the pavilion. Somewhat tired from their exertions, everyone was content to rest and converse quietly as darkness slowly fell.

His aunt and uncle were as relaxed as ever he had seen them. While content to sit on chairs whilst the younger members of the party sprawled or sat on blankets spread on the lawn, they appeared to be thoroughly happy as they murmured together and casting amused glances at the others. Darcy himself was sprawled on the blanket with Elizabeth sitting beside him, her feet tucked in under her dress and her thoughts very obviously elsewhere.

Softly, as not to gain anyone else's attention, he whispered, "Elizabeth, where do your thoughts roam?"

For a few moments he thought she had not heard him and was going to repeat his question when, she turned to look at him with a slight upturn on her lips, "I was but thinking of picnics I shared with my family at Longbourn when I was a child."

"Did your family picnic often?"

"In the summer, yes. Quite often - usually on a Sunday after church." She paused and her eyes took on that abstracted look once more. Around them everyone else had fallen silent as she began to reminisce with a slight laugh in her voice. "We were a lively bunch, you see. Five daughters and a very lively mother. My poor father. I dare say, his library looked very appealing afterwards, but he did not desert us. The picnics I remember best were when I was about ten and Jane only twelve. Lydia was the youngest at five. This was before it became clear that it was not likely there would be a son to break the entailment. My mother was lively, not frantic and worried which changed her so much. Quite frequently we would invite a neighbouring family to join us - most often the Lucas family - and merry we would make indeed. Our picnics would be out in the garden behind the house. Trestle tables would be set up to hold the food. My mother loved to entertain and would always try to outdo herself. With so many children, we could play and chase each other, play games while our parents sat under shade trees and watched us. Looking back, I suspect that their enjoyment drew as much from the wine consumed as it did from watching us children. It was amongst the happiest times I can remember as a child."

Drawing her thoughts back to the present, she looked at her husband, "And you, Mr. Darcy. Did you not picnic?" the slight challenge in her voice was unmistakeable.

Before he could marshal his thoughts, the earl interjected, "I find your family's idea of a picnic ... interesting, Mrs. Darcy. My father would have been appalled by it and horrified at how it was done today. I find I am not in agreement with him. I have much enjoyed this day." The earl began then to reminisce about picnics that he remember when visiting Pemberley while his sister was alive. Georgiana came over and sat at her aunt's feet listening to him and to her aunt's occasional contributions and promptings.

When the earl seemed to be getting close to a maudlin stage, Darcy took up the thread of conversation and chose to respond to the question Elizabeth had raised. "I remember that we held picnics quite frequently when my mother was alive, and almost always down here by the pond. My father loved them and my mother humoured him, I suppose. From his comments that I can recall, I suspect she found them to be...slightly uncomfortable. Perhaps she simply wasn't used to them as a child." nodding at his uncle, "I suspect my father of teasing her a bit by holding them."

"When she died, my father did not...he seemed to lose all interest in such..." he paused and Elizabeth could see him consciously take his thoughts away from such memories. When he continued, it was in a deliberately happier tone, "Georgiana and I probably picnic several times every summer, particularly when we have guests."

Georgiana piped in, "But not when the Bingleys were visiting!" her laugh drew a grin from Darcy, "No, definitely not when Miss Bingley was here."

At Elizabeth's questioning look, he smirked, "We held a picnic once when she and Bingley and the Hursts were visiting. Right here, in fact. Unfortunately, the day was quite warm, there was a breeze to disturb one's hair, there were insects flying around, birds were making a racket - I am trying to recall if there was anything that she did not dislike."

"She was not unhappy that you were there, Brother!" Georgiana's tease drew a burst of laughter from everyone, including Darcy whose only comment was, "Poor Miss Bingley."

Elizabeth could see it was time to turn people's attention to the reason for the picnic, "I think it is time we embarrass my new sister and shower her with presents." Saying which, she rose and walked to a table covered by a white cloth which she removed. Selecting a gaily wrapped package, she handed it to Georgiana before returning to sit by her husband. Everyone was quick to follow her example and soon the pile of presents had been transported from the table to be piled in front of Georgiana.

Embarrassed at being the focus of everyone's attention, she found herself overwhelmed by the variety of gifts she received; A new ball-gown from the Matlocks, jewelry from Lord Fitzwilliam and his wife, a copy of Sense and Sensibility from Elizabeth, sheet music from Mary, a book of poetry from Mr. Bennet, a personal sketch from Kitty and a diamond necklace from Darcy which had been his mother's.

Elizabeth could see that Georgiana was almost overwhelmed by the attention she was receiving but that she was able to retrieve her composure quickly. Waiting until there occurred a brief quiet, Georgiana, with some hesitation and then increasing confidence, albeit accompanied by a most appealing blush, addressed them all, "First, I must thank each and every one of you for these marvellous gifts. I cannot remember a more enjoyable birthday. Truly I cannot."

She turned our gaze on her brother, "Then I must thank - what a totally inadequate word that is - my brother for gifting me with the most wonderful sister." Facing Elizabeth, she enveloped her in her arms and with teary eyes, continued, "From the moment we met, she has made my life happier, and..." looking at Kitty and Mary, "...gifted me with two more sisters that I have come to know and love dearly."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "The truly wonderful thing is that I can now view the upcoming London season with much less trepidation than I did even six months ago. I cannot explain why, but it is so."

By this time, the sky had completely darkened and Darcy rose to command their attention, "I have a special treat planned which will begin shortly. Some of you have been wondering what those rafts are out in the lake. I can now tell you or rather...." Looking at his pocket watch under a canopy lamp, "...show you." Moments later, a steak of light ascended into the night sky and then their ears were assaulted by a sound akin to a gunshot, only much louder, followed by a burst of colour as, high above their heads, the rocket burst. For a half hour the assault on their ears continued albeit with diminishing impact as they grew accustomed to the noise - as the sky was rent by a myriad of colours. Even Elizabeth, who had been forewarned about the fireworks, had initially sought refuge and comfort within her husband's arms as the display began. There she remained, more for comfort than refuge, as the show continued. When it was complete, the exclamations of pleasure from all were more than sufficient to convince Darcy that it was worth repeating in the future.

Elizabeth had been uneasy about how well her father and Mary would be received by the Fitzwilliam family. The earl, she knew, was sufficiently quick of mind to realize he was the object of her father's wit, should the latter decide to exercise it on him. She could no more expect her father to restrain such exercise should the opportunity arise, than expect the sun to rise in the west. Fortunately, the earl was not inexperienced in dealing with country gentlemen such as Mr. Bennet; and the latter was so bemused by the library that he had little attention to spare for other amusements such as tweaking a somewhat arrogant earl or his equally arrogant son. As a consequence, they were in each other's company but rarely and, when such an unhappy event did occur, Mr. Bennet's contentment with his situation was such as to render him less acerbic than was his usual wont.

Mary, she had thought, would be glad of the company of Georgiana and Kitty; and, indeed she was. Her retiring nature fit well with that of Georgiana, with whom she shared a love of music. Georgiana's technical competence she quickly found to be superior to her own; but it was a gentle and tentative suggestion by the younger girl about the type of music she played, that had the most profound effect. No one had really impressed upon Mary that the real purpose of performing was to provide pleasure to her listening audience and that technical superiority was a poor substitute for music that did not entertain. Elizabeth had noticed a small improvement after only a few short weeks and wondered at her own inability to have prompted such a change. As it was, Georgiana and Mary had, between them, managed to charm everyone with pianoforte duets and their solo efforts in the evenings. The other aspect of her sister's character that she had dreaded was Mary's ability to interject biblical homilies at the most inopportune times and, while this trait had been somewhat tempered by the events of the past year, it had not been eradicated altogether. Fortunately, Mary had been sufficiently impressed by the consequence of the Fitzwilliams as to be reluctant to venture any opinions whatsoever in their presence.

Mrs. Reynolds had not been slow to express her delight with the incursion of guests and, in opposition to her master, was very much anticipating the even larger number that were expected the following month. As she succinctly expressed to Elizabeth one morning, "Pemberley, in my opinion, has entertained much too little over the past ten years or more."

Shaking her head at the sad memories involved, she reminisced, "Ever since the death of Mrs. Darcy, the Master's mother, there have been few such activities and those that have occurred, involved only a very small number of guests."

Elizabeth smiled, "I believe that is changing."

"For the better, in my opinion, Mrs. Darcy. The dinner that you held for our neighbours provided excellent training for the extra staff that we hired. I think your suggestion to have Darcy House send several of its staff to Pemberley to assist, when the Darcy families are visiting next month, will prove provident."

The dinner itself had been flawless. Five of the most notable families in the area had been invited to dine with the company already present. They had come to acquaint themselves with the new Mrs. Darcy and, she realized, to assess her performance as hostess. They had left content in the knowledge that Pemberley was once more to be a presence in Derbyshire society. It was agreed by them all that Mrs. Darcy was everything that was amiable, beautiful and interesting and none had been left in any doubt of her husband's affections. Mrs. Reynolds had observed the pride with which the Master had beheld his wife as she moved effortlessly to ensure the comfort and pleasure of their guests. The only thing that was lacking, she thought, were children and she suspected that lack would be of short duration.

Darcy was particularly happy to see his uncle's gradual thawing towards Elizabeth. He could not be sure that either would ever be entirely comfortable in the other's company but his uncle's demeanour was much more relaxed. As Elizabeth had acknowledged, "I no longer feel as though I am under constant scrutiny." When Lord and Lady Matlock departed, the earl had taken his leave of Elizabeth saying, "I believe my nephew has chosen his wife wisely, Mrs. Darcy. Our stay here has been quite enjoyable and we hope to return the favour by having you visit us in the near future."

Elizabeth had simply nodded and replied, "Thank you, your Lordship. It will be a pleasure."

The earl looked at Elizabeth for a few moments before apparently coming to a decision. His next words caught Elizabeth quite by surprise, "I think you must call me Uncle Henry from now on and I shall call you Elizabeth."

Elizabeth's surprise elicited a small wintry smile from the earl, "I assure you, Elizabeth, you will get used to it."

"I will try Your..." At the earl's raised eyebrow, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and laughed, "...Uncle Henry."

"Better! Much better!"

The countess stepped towards Elizabeth and embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Welcome to the family." Releasing Elizabeth, she bestowed a kiss on Darcy's cheek and, taking her husband by the arm, entered the carriage to return to their home.

Having seen his guests off, Darcy had removed to his study and was sorting through the letters which had been placed on his desk. Reynolds had already separated out those for the other residents including one for Mr. Bennet. Now he, Darcy, must sort his own into business and personal letters. Today there were only three of the latter - including one from his Aunt Juliana in Cornwall which likely had to do with their planned visit in August. Bingley had also written, but it was the third letter that was of most interest. It was from James Simpson. It was addressed to Darcy House in London and sent on to Pemberley by express. He wasted no time in opening the letter and, having scanned it quickly, immediately opened the door to his study to request a passing maid to find Mrs. Darcy and have her attend him in his study. As he waited for Elizabeth to arrive, he read the letter once more - slowly.

Kingston, Upper Canada
May 17, 1813

Dear Sir,

I fear you must have begun to despair of receiving any communication from me. I can only plead that circumstances have been such as to prevent an earlier response. I hope that the explanation which follows satisfy such concerns as you may have.

The voyage from London to Halifax took some five weeks. We were fortunate as to the winds and neither Miss Lydia nor I were poor sailors, a circumstance that many of the other passengers could not claim. Once landed in Halifax it became a concern as to how to reach our destination. The route most favoured during the winter was through the United States. We could, of course, not avail ourselves of that route; and we perforce had to wait in Halifax for the St. Lawrence River to unfreeze. It might have been possible to travel by sleigh up the river but I did not want to risk such a venture. We left Halifax on April 23, since the river appears to have thawed somewhat earlier than was usual. We arrived in Montreal a fortnight later to be told that troops from the United States had invaded Upper Canada. We were advised that it was reasonably safe to travel as far west as Kingston and there we did go, arriving some ten days later, travelling by sleigh the whole distance.

Once in Kingston we learned that the United States Army had burned York with most of the population having fled east to Kingston. Among them was your agent, Mr. Alcock, whom we encountered by accident. Once informed of your wishes as contained in the letter we provided, things were speedily resolved. Miss Lydia and I were married a fortnight later in Kingston. The letter to her parents was posted at the same time as the one you now hold. I can only assume both letters will reach their destination similarly. Given that the marriage took place in Kingston rather than York, we have re-written the letter to her parents accordingly.

Our plans are now to continue on to York as soon as it may be safe to do so. Mr. Alcock proposes to travel with us and will assist in locating a workable farm or acquiring such land as might be available. With the destruction that has resulted from the hostilities, I surmise that the chance of acquiring a good farm, from someone discouraged by such hostilities, to be quite good. The one enduring memory of our trip so far, is the vastness of this country. We have spent but a month of travel to reach Kingston and would require several more to reach the western boundary. It is vastly different from England or Scotland, with settlements widely scattered and travel dangerous, not because of brigands or animals, but from the ice and snow. There is a vast amount of land and few people to work it. I cannot but see this as a great opportunity for myself and the family that we hope to create.

I will write further when we arrive in York and have more information to impart. I would add that Miss Lydia - now Mrs. Lydia Simpson - seems content in the marriage and that I have had no cause to repine.

Your obedient servant,
James Simpson

By the time he had read the letter twice more, Elizabeth had entered the room concerned that some matter of urgency had arisen. Upon being told to shut the door, she did so and came to stand at Darcy's shoulder. He passed her the letter saying only, "From James Simpson - finally."

Taking the letter, Elizabeth walked over to the chair by the fireplace to read it in comfort. After several minutes, Darcy joined her and sat opposite in the other chair. Finally she looked up at him, "I take comfort that Lydia is finally married and seems not unhappy. Are they in any danger?"

"I do not really know. From what I can determine, Kingston should be safe enough since it is the main army and navy centre."

"I suspect that a letter should be arriving for my father shortly." At Darcy's quiet nod, Elizabeth released a sigh, "I cannot help but admit to a certain degree of comfort that Lydia is finally married. To my shame, I also concede a certain satisfaction that she is separated from us by an ocean and is not likely to embarrass us further."

Darcy smiled, "I believe your father is planning to encourage Mrs. Bennet to visit them as soon as may be."

"Oh, Papa." Elizabeth was pensive for a few moments before continuing, "Thank you for sharing this with me. I am easier in my mind. Now, the day is beautiful and I have no hostess duties to speak of. A brisk, long walk is my wish. Can I entice my very handsome husband to accompany me?" Saying which she rose and held out her hand.

Darcy looked over his desk. There was nothing of immediate concern and he had little desire to deal with anything else. "If I am not imposing myself on you, I would desire nothing more than to walk with you." Moving to take her offered hand, he let her lead him from the room.

"You, sir, are never an imposition."

The letter that arrived for Mr. Bennet was indeed from his youngest daughter. Since Mr. Bennet had, for the most part, forgotten her existence, the letter had caused him some surprise. She had long been the least favourite of his children; and her absence more a blessing than otherwise, given the diminution in noise at Longbourn that was the fortuitous result.

Recognizing her hand, he had little doubt of the contents and while his usual preference would have seen the letter placed on the pile of correspondence that he would read at some later date, in this instance he chose to open and peruse it directly.

Kingston, Upper Canada
May 17, 1813

Dear Papa,

I hope this letter finds you and Mama well. I have news of some import for my family. As my last letter imparted, Mr. Wickham and I planned to travel to the Canadas to settle there. We reached York before Christmas and decided to settle there for the nonce. However, a great misfortune occurred. My dearest George ventured out with a few friends one evening and failed to return that night. I did not discover what happened for two days. George was most shabbily treated by his friends who plied him with strong drink and left him to find his own way home. The constables here say he must have fallen asleep and died of the cold. No one found his body for two days. I am sure that there is some great carelessness on someone's part, for how could such a thing happen?

Fortunately, I had sufficient funds left that I was able to live comfortably, although I did not know what I should do with myself. While York is a dreary place, the society is quite lively and I was able to dance several times. I do not like mourning clothes and not being able to be out in society is too dreary for words. I was enjoying meeting several handsome young men when I had to flee York along with most everyone else because an army from the United States burned York. Why ever would they want to burn such a dreary place, I cannot understand? Anyway, I was able to find a means to travel east to Kingston where most of us stopped. While there I met a Mr. James Simpson who is so very handsome and has five thousand pounds to buy an estate in Upper Canada. He is unmarried and was looking for a wife. After courting me for several weeks, he made an offer of marriage and I accepted. We were married two days ago and plan to travel back to York now that it is safe to do so. I am surprised to admit that I found Mr. Simpson's company much preferable to that of George. I think we will be quite content together.

I will write further when we have settled permanently in one place.

Your Daughter
Lydia Simpson.

To his amazement, Lydia's letter also contained a short missive from his new son-in-law which he read with no little enjoyment.

Kingston, Upper Canada
May 17, 1813

Dear Mr. Bennet,

Let me begin by offering a humble apology for not seeking your consent before marrying your daughter. I can only plead the exigencies of our situation that prevented me from doing so. Be assured, sir, of my utmost respect for you and your responsibilities as her father but, separated as we are by months of travel and cognizant of our need to settle and establish a household, I did not see how I could do otherwise than offer to marry your daughter as soon as was possible.

I hold your daughter in the utmost respect and affection and I have every reason to believe she holds me in similar esteem. I am possessed of sufficient monies - some five thousand pounds - as to be able to purchase a sizeable property and construct decent accommodation upon it. I make no pretence that it is comparable to a property in England but I have every hope that, with diligence and hard work, we might be able to attain modest affluence.

I wish - or rather, hope - that you will extend your support and blessing to our union. Despite the manner in which this marriage has been undertaken, I have not treated your daughter with anything less than the strictest propriety. I know that she joins with me in desiring your blessing on our marriage.

I cannot, in good conscience, suggest when we will be able to return to England. It is quite possible that we both will end our days here. I will endeavour to keep you and your family apprised of events in our life. My wife informs me that she is an indifferent letter writer so I suspect that burden will fall on me. It is one that I willingly assume. I cannot, as yet, provide an address to which any letters may be directed but I would hope to be in a position to do so within the next few months.

Most Sincerely,
James Simpson

Mr. Bennet took some few minutes to consider this news before venturing forth to impart to his daughters, the intelligence which they contained. He would urge Lizzy to write Mrs. Bennet to apprise her and the other inhabitants of Gracechurch Street of the tidings from Lydia. He had little doubt that his wife would not delay to write her Sister Philips to impart the good tidings and that it would be known throughout Hertfordshire shortly thereafter.