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Chapter Four

Posted on 2016-04-14

Captain Bingley was extremely pleased with the progress of his courtship. He had called on Elizabeth with his brother and sister when the invitation to the ball was issued and was not surprised that Darcy did not accompany them given his strictures about the Bennet family. Having experienced them first hand, James could understand the man's reservations and, perhaps, if he had been raised like Darcy, with the same expectations imposed on him by parents and relatives, he might have responded similarly. However, his upbringing had been of a rougher, coarser variety and he had quickly learned to tolerate and even accept behaviours that gentle society might find uncouth. He truly could see little to fault with the Bennets. Mrs. Bennet might be vulgar and possessed of little understanding of how her behaviour reflected poorly on her family, but her concern for her daughters' welfare, if misguided in application, could hardly be disparaged. The only member of the family that caused him concern was the youngest daughter, Lydia. He had seen her type all too frequently. In a young man, such character as hers led, more likely than not, to a life of dissolute behaviour, a disregard of risks, and possibly even an early grave. Such liveliness and disregard for safety and propriety in a young woman could very well result in wanton behaviour and the ruination of her reputation. However, as he was neither her brother nor her father, he was powerless to act. Perhaps when he married Elizabeth, he could speak to her father about the girl. Something should be done.

After his brother and sister had delivered the invitation to their ball, James had entered the library - although to call it such was an insult to any respectable room purporting to serve such a purpose - whose poverty of reading material reflected poorly on his brother and he had been required to supply his own volumes should he chose to read. Such was his purpose, and a recent publication on India was to be the means of gratifying it. His business there was only in a Initial stages but the prospects were so enticing that he was endeavouring to expand his understanding of that country as much as possible. He had made one or two visits there during his naval career but only a limited exploration was possible during a two or three day visit, when matters pertaining to his ship demanded his attention. Perhaps, he thought, Elizabeth might enjoy travelling there as part of their wedding trip.

His happy rumination was disturbed by Darcy's entrance. He had clearly the same idea in mind and was of a like opinion as to the contents of the library for he also had supplied his own reading material. His presence, however, reminded the captain of another obligation and he chose to raise the matter directly, before his companion settled himself to read. The usual civilities were exchanged and Darcy had scarcely seated himself when Captain Bingley addressed him.

"Darcy, if it is not too much trouble, there is a matter I feel I must bring to your attention."

Darcy simply raised his eyes to gaze at the captain; a brief wave of his hand inviting him to proceed.

"Miss Elizabeth encountered a Mr. George Wickham at a party the other night. He claims an acquaintance with you."

Darcy's face flushed with anger and his lips curled in disgust, but he made no response for several moments before saying tersely, "It is not an acquaintance I have an interest in pursuing."

The captain smiled, "I had gathered as much from the manner of your greeting to him in Meryton."

Darcy simply scowled but made no reply.

"Mr. Wickham related a particularly scandalous story to Miss Elizabeth."

Darcy looked alarmed, "What did he say? I must know!"

James was surprised at Darcy's reaction. Nothing in Wickham's story should have produced such obvious concern.

"Mr. Wickham spoke of being denied an inheritance. That you disregarded your father's wishes." He paused only briefly before adding, "I informed Miss Elizabeth as to how unlikely it would be to disregard something specified in a will - if it is properly drawn up." His glance at Darcy was questioning and invited an explanation. He was taken aback at the relief on Darcy's countenance.

"I see! I thank you Captain for your efforts on my behalf. I will say only that Mr. Wickham has, as is his usual wont, told only part of the truth."

The Captain nodded, "I suspected as much."

Darcy smiled thinly, "My father died almost five years ago and his will did bequeath Mr. Wickham one thousand pounds which he received and, as well, directed me to advance Mr. Wickham's career as best as I could. My father went so far as to request a particular living be given to him when it became available. Shortly after my father's passing, Mr. Wickham informed me that he had no interest in taking orders but thought to pursue the study of law but lacked the funds required for such an endeavour. I confess to being extremely relieved that he had determined against taking orders." Darcy observed the Captain's quizzical look and smiled thinly. "You wonder why that should be so?"

Captain Bingley nodded, having some suspicion of what was to follow.

"I attended Mr. Wickham at school and college and was quite familiar with his want of character - his dissolute behaviour. I could think of few worse candidates for a rector and certainly did not relish placing the souls of Kympton in his care."

"And there the matter rested?"

"Indeed not! I honoured my father's wishes, paid the scoundrel the amount bequeathed and a sizeable compensation in return for his agreement to relinquish any claim to the living. As well, I learned that he had left unpaid accounts with the shopkeepers in Lambton which is a small town close to my estate. I settled his debts at the cost of several hundred pounds. However - and this is where Mr. Wickham is so very clever in his lies - he did approach me several years later and importuned me for the living, for he had spent all that he had been given, and his circumstances were, no doubt, very poor. I denied him, of course, and felt no remorse at having done so."

"Nor should you!" responded the captain, "and this is the sum of the matter?"

Darcy paused imperceptibly before replying, his tone terse, "What more could there be?"

"Nothing! To be sure!"

Darcy's manner did not invite further discussion and although James suspected that there was more to the matter than had been disclosed - for he could not forget that Darcy appeared relieved when informed of the charges against him - he could see no purpose to be achieved by an attempt to find out more and, in any event, what he had gleaned was more than sufficient for his purposes. There was, however, slightly more he wished to know.

"However, would I be correct to understand that Mr. Wickham's character is such as to involve debts, gambling and. . .women?"

Darcy nodded.

"Would you be uneasy if I imparted as much to certain people." He smiled slightly at Darcy, "As a man of business myself, I feel a certain reluctance to see others defrauded when it is within my power to prevent it."

Darcy nodded again, albeit a little reluctantly. James decided not to question his hesitancy.

"As well, Darcy, I would like to acquaint Mr. Bennet, in particular, about Mr. Wickham's proclivities. He has several young, rather silly and impressionable daughters who I have every hope of making my sisters. Their protection cannot help but be of concern."

"You are serious in your pursuit of Miss Elizabeth?"

James found it difficult to interpret his companion's manner. That mask of haughty arrogance, which had been discarded during their conversation, had descended over Darcy's features once more. With a mental shrug, he simply responded, "I am indeed."

Darcy's opinions were of no moment to him; and as he had seen nothing to suggest he had an interest in the lady and everything to suggest he deplored her family and circumstances, he was not inclined to worry about the matter at all. If Darcy disapproved of her as his wife, he could avoid their company.

"I wish you every success in your endeavours."

To Captain Bingley it sounded as if Darcy had forced himself to utter these words and he had barely acknowledged them when Darcy indicated that matters of business required his attention and withdrew. For his part, he resolved to speak with Mr. Bennet about Mr. Wickham and to the merchants who were most likely at risk.

However, there had been such a succession of rain in the following days that travel, even over a distance of three miles, was quite hazardous. He had ventured a trip to Longbourn one day when the weather gave signs of improving and stayed for over an hour comfortably ensconced in Mr. Bennet's bookroom with Elizabeth and her father. Their conversation was interesting and his appreciation for Mr. Bennet's wit and intelligence grew, although he could not be happy with the man's inclination to disparage his wife and youngest daughters. He seemed oblivious to the insult and hurt he levied, and while Mrs. Bennet did not appear to understand her husband's cruel witticisms, his daughters certainly did for the most part. He could only suppose the man to be too self-centred to even care. Unfortunately, he did not have the opportunity to enlighten them both as to some of the particulars of Wickham's doings with Darcy. James had intended to do so but, by the time he had thought to speak on the matter, the weather appeared threatening and he had to return to Netherfield. As the business of Mr. Wickham did not appear urgent, he was not particularly disturbed by the oversight.

Tuesday, November 26, 1811

The night of the Netherfield ball had finally arrived. James was perfectly agreeable to complimenting his sister for having given the house a most handsome appearance. It glittered with decorations and was illuminated within by countless candles and without by torches rimming the drive to the front door. For the comfort of the ladies, a thin carpet had been laid from the drive to the entrance to prevent soiling of their gowns. His mood was so buoyant as to allow him to ignore his sister's muttering that the carpet was required to ensure Miss Elizabeth did not arrive with her petticoat six inches deep in mud.

Nothing would disturb his equanimity tonight. He would not allow it. His only concern - and it was one that he had tried unsuccessfully to push to the back of his mind - was that his dancing skills were not what they should be. He could only hope to not embarrass Miss Elizabeth and that, if he did, her forgiveness would be forthcoming. He stood watch upstairs in a room which overlooked the drive. He supposed he should stand in the receiving line but had chosen to escape that duty; however, the opportunity to enjoy Elizabeth's company for some time before their first dance could not be denied. The succession of heavy rain had prevented his calling upon her for several days and he missed her company, even more than he had expected.

As soon as he saw the Bennet carriage rolling up the drive to the entrance, he made his way downstairs. Such was his rush he arrived before everyone had debarked from the carriage and had the pleasure of assisting Elizabeth to do so.

"Captain Bingley!" She exclaimed.

"I could not forego the pleasure of leading you in, Miss Elizabeth."

He offered her one arm and the other to her elder sister who was observing them both with a slight smile.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Netherfield awaits us." He grinned at Elizabeth before turning to Jane, "Miss Bennet, may I request the honour of your second set?"

Jane smiled and gave her assent. He leaned towards her slightly, "I thought to secure it now before I dance with your sister and she warns you of my poor dancing skills."

"I am sure you are not so bad as that, Captain."

He shook his head at her, "Your sister has informed me of your wish to think well of everyone. I can only hope my dancing does not make you regret such kindness."

Jane unexpectedly giggled and Elizabeth exclaimed, "I am now becoming concerned, Captain. Am I in so very great danger?"

He smiled down at her. "I shall not alarm you further, Miss Elizabeth, but I do trust that your toes will escape serious harm."

She looked slightly dubious before replying, "I hope you are correct, Captain, else we might have to forego our walk tomorrow while my feet repair themselves."

"I will suspend no pleasure of yours, madam. We shall drive in my curricle, if necessary and if your father will permit it."

Further conversation was deferred as they moved through the receiving line and then into the ball room. Elizabeth espied Charlotte Lucas and drew the others with her as she went to greet her. In a matter of minutes they were joined by Mr. Collins whose recognition of James was cool, barely pleasant and bereft of any of his usual loquaciousness. He was civil to both of his cousins but the majority of his attentions and expressions of delight were given to Miss Lucas, and it soon was made known that she was to dance the first set with him.

Elizabeth did not tarry overlong in their company and, leaving Jane to suffer the burden of their cousin's effusions, began to move amongst the crowd on the arm of the captain. He quickly understood that she was held in considerable regard, that he was the object of her choice and that she wished her friends and neighbours to become better acquainted with him. He could not remember all the names or faces but their friendliness was never in doubt, and he received numerous expressions of the desire to further his acquaintance. To all he was polite, but took his direction from the warmth of Elizabeth's interaction with each to guide his own response. One interesting fact was disclosed. A Lieutenant Denny was heard to inform her younger sisters that Mr. Wickham would not be present for he had gone to London on urgent business.

James looked at Elizabeth and could not repress a slight smirk, "How fortuitous."

"And he said he would not avoid Mr. Darcy." replied Elizabeth.

"I believe he has reason to do so."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I shall speak with you and your father tomorrow about Mr. Wickham. I do not wish to spoil what promises to be a most enjoyable evening."

Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

The beginning of the first set was announced and with no little trepidation he led her into the lines. She squeezed his hand as they separated to take station. With this sign of her assurance, he found a measure of ease and, as the dance began, he was able to observe the patterns being employed and his memory thus refreshed, felt even easier. It was, nonetheless, with no small satisfaction that he manoeuvred his way through the mandated movements and did so without significant fault. His smile to her when they were once more stationary was tinged with unmistakable relief.

"I have not harmed you, I hope, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Indeed not, sir. My toes are quite undamaged. You performed quite well." She smiled at him and nodded down the line. "You need never have feared about your dancing abilities, sir. However bad you might have been, my poor cousin would have erased all memories of it with his own performance."

James followed her gaze and then could not help but grimace at Mr. Collins' effort. He could not but feel badly for Miss Lucas who must suffer all mortification of an incompetent partner. Mr. Collins, awkward and solemn, apologizing instead of attending, and often moving wrong without being aware of it, gave her all the shame and misery which a disagreeable partner, for a couple of dances, could give.

"I hope, Miss Elizabeth, that you have not been solicited for a set with your cousin."

"I have not, and pray that he will not request one; however, I may have no choice but to accept unless it is the last dance."

They were required to move once more and were silent while doing so. The captain's confidence in his skill did not allow him to focus on anything but the movements of the dance and Elizabeth was acutely aware of his concentration. Once they came to a stop, she returned to their conversation.

"I cannot but suppose that Mr. Collins has turned his matrimonial designs upon Charlotte. I must admit to some surprise."

"Do you not approve?"

Elizabeth was quiet, contemplative. It was some moments before she responded.

"I do not know and a ball is perhaps not the appropriate place to consider the matter."

James agreed and spoke briefly of his meeting with Darcy.

"I wish to speak to your father and you tomorrow about the man. As I surmised, his character is sadly wanting."

"He is such an agreeable man. I find it hard to credit that I was misled as to his character."

"He apparently is one who can easily win friends, and even more easily lose them. I have encountered several such in my life, and never to my benefit."

Their conversation turned to other, more agreeable subjects and before he was aware of it, the dance had ended. He escorted Elizabeth towards her sister and brother to effect the change in partners for Charles was to be Elizabeth's partner for the next set, and Jane, his.

"Allow me, Jane, to assure you that your toes are in no danger from your next partner. Captain Bingley is an exemplary dancer." said Elizabeth gaily.

"I had no doubt of it, sister."

"I believe, Miss Bennet, that no small amount of credit is your sister's due. She is quite nimble and well able to dodge my clumsy efforts."

"I believe Captain Bingley is fishing for compliments, Jane. We shall indulge him no further."

James bowed to Elizabeth in reply and winked before turning to Jane to lead her into the lines that were forming for the next set. He heard his brother chuckle behind him and Elizabeth's soft laugh.

James danced with Elizabeth's remaining sisters before claiming her hand again for the set before supper. The half hour that passed was filled with easy conversation that was interrupted only once by Sir William Lucas who was making his way through the set to the other side of the room. Upon perceiving James, he stopped, with a bow of superior courtesy, to compliment him on his dancing and his partner.

"I have been most highly gratified, indeed, my dear sir; such superior dancing is not often seen. Allow me to say that you and your fair partner are well matched, and that I hope to have this pleasure often repeated when a certain happy event, my dear Eliza, takes place." He glanced meaningfully at Elizabeth, drawing a faint blush to her cheeks. "It appears" he continued, "that it shall not be a singular event and I might well extend further congratulations to your family on behalf of your sister and hope you will do likewise to mine on behalf of my own daughter. But do not let me interrupt you, sir. You will not thank me for detaining you from the bewitching converse of that young lady whose bright eyes are also upbraiding me."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes but she was inured to Sir William's civilities and only the portion of his speech that referred to her friend concerned her. James was of a like mind.

"It appears certain then that an attachment has been formed between your cousin and Miss Lucas."

"Sir William certainly thinks so and I suspect would be greatly pleased to see Charlotte settled in her own establishment."

James could see the subject was one that Elizabeth did not enjoy and gladly turned the discussion to a topic that had absorbed much of his thoughts in recent days - India. As it was one that Elizabeth was willing to share, their conversation retained their interest through the remainder of the dance and during the supper that followed. They were well removed from Mrs. Bennet and although Elizabeth could observe her mother's enthusiastic conversation, she could hear nothing of what was said, and did not repine the loss. She was certain that her mother was expounding upon the possibilities of her two eldest attaching themselves to men of some consequence, and her audience, Lady Lucas, was probably similarly engaged in promoting the match between her eldest and Mr. Collins. Whatever was said by her mother, had not pleased Mr. Darcy for he had become increasingly haughty before finally leaving the table. His presence was soon accounted for. She and James were quietly conversing when Darcy approached them and solicited Elizabeth's hand for the next set.

Her shock was such that she had accepted him before she realized that she had done so. The captain was astonished at her discomposure.

"I am sure you will find him a most agreeable partner."

Elizabeth was about to respond that she did not share his expectations when she realized that her opinion of Darcy was now one of indifference. The disdain he had shown, and the offence he had tendered her, no longer were of any importance. A gentleman of consequence found her worthy of courting and was rapidly winning her regard and esteem. She could dance with Mr. Darcy with impunity for his opinion of her was now of too little significance to bother her.

"I trust I shall." She replied.

When Darcy came to claim her for their dances, James left to secure his with Miss Lucas. When Elizabeth took her place in line, she was amazed at the surprise accorded her by her neighbours for standing opposite to Mr. Darcy. Then she recollected that he had danced only with Mr. Bingley's sisters and was no longer surprised at their wonderment. It was a signal honour. Yet she and Darcy stood for some time without speaking a word, and she could not help but compare it with the spirited exchanges she shared with Captain Bingley, something not to Mr. Darcy's credit. While disinclined to converse with him, she felt all the incivility of their silence and made some slight observation on the dance. He replied, and was again silent.

After a pause of some minutes, she addressed him a second time, "It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dances and you ought to make some remark on the size of the room or the number of couples."

He smiled and assured her that whatever she wished him to say, would be said.

"Very well, that reply will do for the present. Perhaps by-and-by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones; but now we may be silent."

"Do you talk by rule then, while you are dancing?"

"Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for a half-hour together; and yet, for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged to allow them to say as little as possible." Her tone became a little sharp. "Even the most silent of conversationalists may on occasion speak too freely in an inappropriate situation and might have been served better by silence."

Mr. Darcy looked puzzled at her words but as she could not remove his confusion without revealing that she had overheard him at the assembly, she remained silent herself. The next few minutes required their full attention as they completed their prescribed movements. When they had returned to their stations, Darcy ventured to speak.

"I do not expect to remain much longer in Hertfordshire, Miss Bennet. I have resolved to return to town and thence to Pemberley for the Christmas season."

"I must thank you then for the singular honour you have bestowed upon me. I will never be able to explain how it came about, but I assure you that it will improve my consequence in the neighbourhood a great deal.'"

"I do not have the pleasure of understanding you."

She smiled archly, "You have been here almost two full months and I am the first lady outside your own party you have deigned to honour with a dance. A great honour indeed!"

"It is an activity in which I find little pleasure unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner."

"Yes, so I was given to understand. And one cannot be introduced in a ball room?"

"Perhaps," said Darcy, "I should have judged better had I sought an introduction, I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers."

"I might ask why a man of sense and education, and who has lived in the world, is ill-qualified to recommend himself to strangers?"

"You might well ask. I suppose it is because I lack that talent some people possess of conversing easily with those I have never met before. I cannot catch the tone of their conversation, or appear interested in their concerns as I have often seen done."

They were required to separate and further conversation was not possible for some minutes. When they were at last required to stop while others performed their movements, Elizabeth resumed their conversation.

"Or perhaps, Mr. Darcy, it is much like my performance on the pianoforte - in want of practice."

Darcy was silent for several minutes before he bowed slightly, saying, "I would by no means contest the point further, Miss Bennet."

She was silent for a few seconds before saying. "As you are to depart tomorrow, we shall not meet again. I shall take this opportunity to wish you a safe journey, sir."

"I thank you."

"Is your sister to join you?"

"She is."

"Then, although we have not met, please extend those wishes to her as well."

"I suspect that when I next hear of you, it will be the announcement of your engagement to Captain Bingley."

Elizabeth was surprised at the tone of his voice. If she did not understand him to hold her in some dislike, she would have believed that his words pained him. Certainly, now that she considered the matter, their conversation while dancing, had been the most agreeable she could remember with him. She realized she had not responded and immediately did so.

"Captain Bingley is an excellent gentleman and any woman would be pleased at his attentions."

"He is an agreeable man, to be sure; and I have no doubt will prove a fine husband."

Elizabeth nodded, still puzzled by a sense of regret that seemed to underlie her partners' expression, "You have, I am afraid, presumed too much. Captain Bingley has not made me an offer."

Darcy appeared as though to speak further, then shook his head, and murmured something too softly for her to hear. He did not appear to desire further conversation and, since she was of a like mind, they finished the set in silence. He returned her to the captain, bowed and her last glimpse of him was as he exited the ball room. She had, by this time, had her fill of dancing, the captain had fulfilled his obligations and, therefore, neither was unhappy to retire to seats lining the walls and spend the remainder of the evening in quiet conversation. When it became time for her to depart, she was offered the use of James' carriage to return home. Since Mrs. Bennet had schemed to have the Bennet carriage arrive late, an earlier departure was a pleasant prospect. Elizabeth found her father and eldest sister willing accomplices in their early escape from Netherfield and all were happy to arrive home more than a half hour ahead of the rest of the Bennet party.

Chapter Five

Posted on 2016-04-17

Wednesday, November 27, 1811

"So you intend to offer for Miss Elizabeth!"

The question caught James by surprise for his brother had joined him the breakfast table and been silent for some minutes as he collected his meal and sat down to eat. Even now Charles was focused on his meal, studiously avoiding his brother's eyes. James wondered at his brother's question for he had already indicated that such was his object.

"I do."

"When?"

He chuckled, "When I am convinced the lady is ready to accept me."

"Is she not now?"

A pause of some duration persisted and Charles became increasingly uncomfortable with it but did not withdraw his question.

The captain replied slowly, "I believe that she will accept but I prefer to allow her more time to get to know me better. We are talking of a lifetime together. A brief delay now to forward our happiness in the future is a small price to pay. Nonetheless," and he grinned broadly, "I would not take it amiss if she were to indicate that she was ready now."

He looked at his brother. "And your intentions to Miss Bennet are?"

Charles swallowed, "I would wish. . .I hope to offer for her."

"I would repeat your question and inquire as to when you would do so; but I sense some hesitation."

Charles nodded, "I believe I have her regard but I am unsure."

"I cannot speak to Miss Bennet's feelings. I have not been in company with the two of you all that much. You must trust your own feelings on this, Charles; however, from what I have observed I am convinced she is far from indifferent to you."

Charles nodded slowly and his brother could see that his assurances had not been unwelcome.

"Trust yourself, Charles, and all will be well."

"Agreed. Well, I am off to town and should return in several days."

"I shall be here when you return. Is there a message you would wish me to convey to. . .Longbourn?"

Charles thought for a moment before replying.

"I have already informed Miss Bennet that I must be away and will return in a few days. There is nothing further to say at this time." He hesitated and then blurted, "Caroline and Louisa quite confuse me. They profess admiration for Miss Bennet and then in the next breath say she is not suitable to be my wife. What is your opinion?"

Hs brother laughed, "You would ask me that? Surely the answer is obvious."

"They insist that as you are determined to remain in trade, the expectations are lower and that I should look to a lady with superior connections and consequence to support my aspirations to become a gentleman and honour our father's wishes."

"I am sure you realize that I do not agree with our sisters; however, the choice must be your own, Charles. If I have learned one lesson, it is that when making a decision, one regrets an error less if it arises out of following one's own opinion than if one is guided by the opinions of others. Be your own man, Charles, and there are few decisions more important than the choice of a wife. Choose for yourself and no one else. And that shall be all the advice I tender. Contrary to our sisters' opinion, I do not believe Miss Bennet would materially detract from your aspirations. She is a gentleman's daughter after all."

James was silent for a few moments and then added, "I wonder at our sisters on occasion. Do they not realize the great insult they pay our father when they speak so disrespectfully of merchants and trades people? It is their own background they disparage and I cannot help but suspect that it does them no favours with those whose esteem they so covet."

Charles wore a most thoughtful expression as he left the room and his brother could only hope that he would not allow his sisters to determine his course. He would not interfere unless his sisters became overbearing and his counsel sought.

A slight mist and cold breeze had settled in and made driving the curricle an unpleasant option; and so today he chose to ride his small carriage to Longbourn. It was oddly quiet when he arrived there and he could only suppose that Mrs. Bennet and her daughters were still abed resting from their exertions of the night before. He was shown into the drawing room, to find only Elizabeth, Jane and Mr. Bennet to greet him and he was not sorry for the absence of the others. After a few minutes speaking of the pleasures of the night before, he mentioned that his brother had left for town but expected to return in several days. The news was clearly not unexpected although the reaction of Jane was.

"He is definitely to return then?" she pressed softly. He became aware of a touch of anxiety in her manner.

"He said as much to me, Miss Bennet, and, since I have no intention of leaving, I am quite sure he will return."

Mr. Bennet interjected, "Jane was somewhat perplexed because Miss Bingley has apparently spoken of her plans to return to town and that her brother would accompany her."

"I believe Mr. Darcy plans to leave soon for his estate in Derbyshire to spend Christmas there with his sister." added Elizabeth.

"He intimated as much to me as well; however, Miss Bennet, I can only relay what my brother imparted to me this morning. He intends to return in several days. As to my sisters' intentions, I cannot say for they have not spoken to me of them." He shrugged, "It would not surprise me greatly if they remove to town for the Christmas season, but that would in no way impinge on Charles or me."

As everyone seemed satisfied with this situation, he thought it time to raise the purpose of his call.

"Miss Elizabeth informed me several days past of a conversation she had with a Mr. George Wickham. Has she informed you of what was told her?"

Jane and Mr. Bennet admitted she had.

"I spoke with Mr. Darcy several nights past and he has clarified the matter greatly. He did not provide proof of his words but assured me that it was available, if required. In essence, Mr. Wickham's charges are the basest of slanders. The living he was promised was rejected by him and he received compensation - quite a large amount actually. More than sufficient to have allowed him to learn a profession. He apparently wasted the funds because he returned a few years later demanding the living. Mr. Darcy was well within his rights to refuse him."

"I should expect so!" declared Mr. Bennet. Elizabeth nodded slowly. Jane looked distressed.

"Surely there has been some misunderstanding. There was such truth in Mr. Wickham's looks."

Captain Bingley shook his head. "I am sorry to distress you, Miss Bennet, but the matter seems perfectly clear. Mr. Wickham received and wasted a substantial sum of money and that is not the worst of the charges. Mr. Darcy was reluctant to be specific but he knows Mr. Wickham well and declared him totally unsuitable to be a clergyman. I have no doubt as to the veracity of the charge."

"Unsuitable?" Inquired Mr. Bennet.

"I understand he is not to be trusted in any particular and young women may well be in some danger. It is not a matter that can be ignored"

Elizabeth gasped. "What do you intend?"

"You believe me to have some intentions on this matter, Miss Elizabeth?"

He was pleased that she so quickly understood that he would not stand by and allow someone to harm her family.

She smiled, and he returned it.

"You are indeed correct, Miss Elizabeth. I intend to leave here shortly to speak to some of the shopkeepers in Meryton. If Mr. Wickham's character is as I expect, he may already have begun to incur debts in town. Mr. Darcy suggested that Mr. Wickham has been reluctant to settle his accounts in the past."

He turned to Mr. Bennet, "I plan to speak to the shopkeepers but I am largely unknown here in Meryton and. . ."

"Not so unknown as all that!" giggled Elizabeth.

"Perhaps not but, nonetheless, my task would be easier if you, Mr. Bennet, or Miss Elizabeth, were to accompany me."

"When do you propose to do so?" Inquired Mr. Bennet.

"I had thought today - immediately, if possible. Are you to accompany me, Mr. Bennet?"

James could see that the expenditure of such effort did not suit that gentleman. He had not really expected that it would. Elizabeth must have come to the same conclusion for she quickly offered to replace her father whose consent was given, a little hesitantly. The captain was uncertain whether Mr. Bennet's reluctance was due to a concern for propriety or a wish to not have his family engaged in the business at all. Nonetheless, to Meryton he and Elizabeth were to go and, if after their transactions were complete, they seized the opportunity to drive aimlessly for an hour or so, who was to know?

As it happened, they were able to complete the main part of their business in less than two hours. Mr. Wickham had not been in Meryton long enough to have accumulated an excessively large number of unpaid accounts. Only a dozen shops had extended him credit. The largest amount was held at the local tavern - a matter of three pounds. James had chosen to settle Wickham's debts which in total amounted to less than fifteen pounds - a sum made more substantial by the fact that it had been accumulated in less than a fortnight.

Elizabeth had not questioned his actions during their interviews with the various shopkeepers, but now that they were alone, could not repress her curiosity.

"Why have you paid Mr. Wickham's debts, Captain?"

James was struck by the formality of her address and wondered if she would object to less formal terms when they were alone.

"Would it be too forward, do you suppose," He asked, "if we, when alone, address each other as James and Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was slightly taken aback at this request for such familiarity was reserved for only the closest of family and friends. A few moments thought, however, allowed her to realize that she would enjoy such familiarity and Captain Bingley was now clearly one of that select group. And, as they were courting, such familiarity in private was hardly too improper.

"I see no reason why not, James."

He smiled and nodded, "Then allow me to answer your question, Elizabeth. I had not intended to buy his debts; the amounts are not so very great individually; but taken together, they represent an amount sufficient to deter Mr. Wickham should he take my interference amiss."

Elizabeth frowned. "Do you believe him. . .violent, James." She savoured his name and the pleasure of using it.

"I do not know, but it may provide some deterrence and the cost is not a concern given what I am protecting."

Elizabeth blushed for his words had been accompanied by the warmest of looks and she was quickly coming to the belief that she would wish this man to offer for her and that he need have no fear of her acceptance. She was only surprised at the speed with which her affections had become engaged and worried that she might be acting with too much haste. She returned to the matter of their visit to the various shops.

"I believe, James, that you have made a few friends here in Meryton."

"If I did, it was because I was accompanied by a young lady that they all admire. Your presence made my task much easier."

"It was good to warn them of Mr. Wickham's proclivities and, as well, to impart the knowledge that Mr. Darcy was the source of your information. If Mr. Wickham is inclined to repeat his tale of misfortune, I would hope now that few will believe it." She was paused briefly in thought, "Mr. Darcy is not well regarded here and your support will undoubtedly improve people's view of him."

"What did Darcy do, apart from displaying his usual haughty manners, to create such a dislike? I can assure you that I was not blind to the perception held of him here, and it is most puzzling."

"I fear that I must take some of the blame." replied Elizabeth and frowned in embarrassment. James waited patiently for her to continue which she did after a minute or two.

"Mr. Darcy had the misfortune to insult me and, to a lesser extent, the other young ladies in the neighbourhood at the assembly where we first made his acquaintance. His first offence was to refuse to dance with anyone but your sisters and then, after what I concede was some very vigorous importuning on the part of your brother, he refused to dance with me specifically, saying I was not handsome enough to tempt him."

James winced and pursed his lips before muttering, "Foolish, foolish man. And this was said where people could hear?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No, and this is where my behaviour was not without fault. Only I overheard him, but I was so incensed that I repeated it to Miss Lucas and made a joke of it. From there it spread widely as I am sure you can appreciate. But even that might not have sunk his character to everyone's eyes, if he had not made his disdain for us all so very obvious. He refused to speak with or even be introduced to anyone."

"I have heard," said the captain slowly, "that his manner is not so very different in town at such affairs. With those he knows well, I am told he is amiable, although I have never heard him described as overly talkative. However I am not included amongst select company so I cannot speak from personal knowledge. And," he glanced down at Elizabeth and smiled, "I would not be too harsh upon yourself, Elizabeth. He certainly merited censure for saying such a thing in a public setting."

Little more was said on the matter. Elizabeth was not satisfied that her behaviour had been at all appropriate and vowed that, in the future, she would be less hasty to disparage anyone based on a single poor first impression. True, Mr. Darcy had been uncivil, but he had not meant his words to be overheard and that she had spoken ill of him because her own vanity had been hurt, spoke poorly of her character. It was a mistake she hoped not to repeat.

She and James returned to Longbourn where he was invited to remain and partake of dinner with them that evening. The day was spent quite enjoyably at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet had retired early to her chambers complaining of a headache; Mr. Collins was absent, undoubtedly courting Miss Lucas; and Elizabeth's two youngest sisters had gone to visit friends and recount their triumphs of the ball. The absence of all four was not regretted by those that remained. Their presence would certainly not have allowed for a most enjoyable day of conversation, chess and a chaperoned meandering around Longbourn's park. The dinner was to Mrs. Bennet's usual excellent standards and thus it was quite late when Captain Bingley returned to Netherfield. His reception there was not what he had expected.

He entered the drawing room to find his sisters and Darcy in a close conference. Mr. Hurst was, as usual, sprawled out on a sopha, asleep. Caroline was the first to greet him.

"I fail to understand the attraction of Longbourn and Miss Eliza. . .Elizabeth!"

He looked at her amusedly, "I should be surprised if you did, Caroline, but I assure you, most men would quite understand the attraction, as you call it." He flicked a glance at Darcy but that gentleman's countenance was as impenetrable as ever.

Caroline huffed and was clearly about to remonstrate further until she saw her brother's gaze fasten on her face. Swallowing her comment, she directed her attack to another matter.

"We are all about to leave for town. I assume you will accompany us?"

He smiled, "You assume quite incorrectly, Caroline. Why would I do so? I can be quite comfortable here until Charles returns. It is a matter of a few days only, after all."

'Oh, I am sure that, now he is in town, Charles will not wish to return. His business will almost assuredly take more time than he anticipates and once he experiences the pleasures of good society, I have no doubt that Hertfordshire's. . . attractions will fade from his mind."

"You are convinced of that, are you? And you as well, Louisa?"

Louisa nodded and echoed her sister's misgivings.

"James, you may have chosen to align yourself with the Bennets but that does not justify Charles doing so as well. They are quite beneath us and it is a connection that should not be pursued."

"And yet I have done so, and once Miss Elizabeth and I are wed," he heard an audible gasp from Miss Bingley and he looked at her in some amazement "How can you be surprised? I have made my intentions quite clear. I intend to wed Miss Elizabeth. All that remains is to convince her that she will be happy as my wife. "

"Convince her! My dear brother she will fall over herself accepting you." sneered Caroline.

He glared at her. "There is clearly a major distinction between the characters of properly reared young women like Miss Elizabeth and her older sister, and those like yourself, Caroline." He turned to Louisa, "And I include you in this as well."

"You both," he continued, "have no understanding of the character and wishes of such women. For you, the character of the man you marry counts for little and his estate and consequence count for everything. I have been in Miss Bennet's company - and Miss Elizabeth's - sufficiently to understand that while they hope to marry prudently, their primary wish is for a husband they can respect and who respects them. They do not pursue a gentleman - particularly one who has evinced no interest." He flicked his eyes to Darcy once more and noticed him shifting uncomfortably.

He looked back at Caroline and continued, "In fact, they pursue not all. Miss Bennet has made no overtures to Charles that I have observed. The attentions have been his doing, and his alone. She has received them most properly."

"I am surprised," said Mrs. Hurst, "that if you feel so strongly, you have not pursued Jane's hand. She is the most beautiful of the sisters, after all."

He grinned at her, "There we must disagree once more. Even if Charles were not enamoured of Miss Bennet, I find her younger sister suits me very well indeed and I certainly do not believe her inferior in point of beauty."

"She cares not for him, you must realize that." cried Caroline. "And she will accept his offer should he make one. Her mother will not allow her to refuse. Mrs. Bennet made her intentions known to us all at the ball."

"I do not claim to know the state of Miss Bennet's heart, nor whether she could resist her mother's persuasion; but I can say with assurance that Mr. Bennet will not force her to marry against her inclination. I am, as well, convinced that the characters of Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth are such as to not allow them to marry for mercenary reasons. I suggest, sister, that it would be wise not to impute your motives to others. I have already spoken to our brother on this and informed him that, to the best of my knowledge, Miss Bennet is not indifferent to him."

"How can you be so confident that Mr. Bennet would support his daughter. Such a marriage would certainly be the salvation of his family." exclaimed Darcy.

"Because Mr. Bennet had no intention of requiring Miss Elizabeth to marry her cousin who stands to inherit Longbourn. Such a match would just as surely benefit his family after his passing."

Caroline scoffed, "You were paying your attentions, were you not? What more would he need?"

"I have given no assurances in regard of his family, nor have I been asked for them. The problem may well arise but I doubt anything is imminent and he has other family to call upon for assistance. I shall undoubtedly be asked to contribute and will do so as a member of the family. I see nothing to be particularly concerned about."

Louisa subsided and Caroline snorted, but he ignored them both.

"Now," he said, "if you have nothing further to discuss, I shall retire."

"You are determined to remain here then?"

"I am," he replied, suddenly tired of their importuning.

"We are all leaving for town, nonetheless. And Mr. Darcy, as well."

He shrugged, looked at his sisters for a few moments, waiting to see if they had anything further to add. They did not.

"I may well leave the house before you take your departure. If so, I wish you all a safe journey. Please inform Charles I await his return."

James rather doubted that any such message would be delivered and wondered if he should send a letter to his brother. He decided that if Charles did not return as expected, he would do exactly that. He was certain his sisters would waste little time trying to convince their brother to remain in town. If Charles bowed to such pressure, he would interfere only to the extent of assuring him of his support and intention to remain at Netherfield. He could only hope that his brother's resolve was firm. If it was not, then Miss Bennet might well suffer disappointed hopes, but her future felicity in marriage might be better served, if such were the case, by another who possessed of more firmness of will.

Chapter Six

Posted on 2016-04-20

Thursday, November 28, 1811

The volume of business correspondence that greeted James when he came down the next morning was so great that he was forced to send his regrets to Longbourn that he would be unable to call until the following morning. He had been working for more than an hour when the desire to partake of more substance than a cup of tea drove him to the dining room where breakfast was being readied. He was soon joined by Darcy, then the Hursts and, after a while, by Caroline.

Darcy, as ever, was mostly silent throughout, answering such questions as were directed to him as concisely as possible, and initiating no conversation of his own. Mr. Hurst had no attention for anything other than his food, and his wife, only slightly more. It was left to Caroline to converse and, having her brother at her disposal, she sought once more to change his mind about accompanying them to town. Her effort met with as much success as before; she finally huffed in exasperation, refused to speak with him further - for which he gave silent thanks - and turned her focus to Darcy.

"You are to travel to town also, Mr. Darcy."

He nodded.

"I thought you were planning to travel to Pemberley, Darcy." inquired the Captain.

"I must collect my sister. We shall depart the day after next."

Caroline had clearly hoped he would remain in town for longer. "When do you expect to return to town, Mr. Darcy? I do so miss dear Miss Darcy and was hoping to enjoy her company this winter. I would hope you shall not remain in the country much past the new year."

"I have made no plans to return so soon, Miss Bingley. I have no doubt we will return but it may not be for several months - March perhaps. I have much work awaiting me at Pemberley."

Caroline attempted to mask her dismay, but Darcy gave no sign of noticing her response. The captain smiled. Would his sister never learn that the man did not have any intentions towards her? He sighed quietly.

Their meal completed, all that remained was to collect their baggage, order the carriages and be on their way; however, before this occurred, James, who had returned to his correspondence, was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

"I wish to offer my congratulations, Captain Bingley." said Darcy. "I understand that it is premature but I have found Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be a most unusual young lady and believe she shall suit you very well. If her circumstances had been otherwise. . ." He shook his head briefly, "It is for the best, I believe. She is a remarkable woman. Quite singular in my opinion."

He offered his hand and the captain grasped it firmly as they shook and expressed his thanks. He wondered at Darcy's words as he watched him walk out of the room. Had the man admired Elizabeth? He could quite understand him doing so, although he had certainly given no sign of any attraction. He thought of the insulting comment Elizabeth had overheard and wondered if Darcy realized that she had held him in some dislike. Probably not, for her manners to him had never been other than civil and James himself had only come to learn of her dislike from her own revelations. Circumstances, Darcy had said. Could that mean her want of fortune and connections? Perhaps even the vulgarity of her mother and younger sisters? Darcy was such a fastidious gentleman that such consideration must inevitably carry a great deal of weight with him. He shrugged. It was not as though he and Elizabeth would be in Darcy's company a great deal in the future. His attention returned to his correspondence. A note from his solicitor suggested waiting on the Common Licence until a date for the wedding was set as the licence would be valid for fifteen days only. He penned his agreement and turned to another letter. His ship, the Scarborough Star, had departed on schedule for New Orleans with her cargo and. . .

Friday, November 29, 1811

James arrived at his usual time before Elizabeth broke her fast and left his carriage in Longbourn's stables. With Elizabeth on his arm and a maid trailing behind, they set out for what was likely to be a brief excursion, for the temperature had dropped overnight and the wind was raw.

Something was once more clearly bothering Elizabeth and her reluctance to reveal the matter suggested that it had to do with either her family or his or, he thought whimsically, both. The latter supposition proved correct. His sister, Caroline, had taken it upon herself to pen a letter to Jane, and the message contained therein had created no small amount of concern for that lady. After some questioning, he was able to discover that his sister had written to impart two important pieces of information. The first that her brother, Charles, was unlikely to return to Netherfield and, the second, that Charles admired Miss Darcy, the sister of Mr. Darcy, a great deal and that Caroline had hopes that an attachment would be formed between them.

James walked in silence for some minutes. His sister's actions were unexpected but not surprising. Her claims were difficult to refute for he had no assurance that Charles would return once Caroline interfered with his plans, and little firm knowledge of any relationship between his brother and Miss Darcy. Nonetheless, he was convinced that his sister's intent was to persuade their brother to remain in London and to mislead Miss Bennet as to Charles' affections.

Elizabeth grew increasingly concerned at his thoughtful mien.

"I had not, James, accorded much creditability to your sister's claims, but your silence worries me, I admit."

He placed his hand atop and pressed firmly.

"I cannot, I fear, provide absolute assurance that Caroline's words are false, although I believe them so. In regards of Miss Darcy, I am not aware of any particular attachment between her and Charles and he has never spoken of such to me, something I believe he would have done if an attachment had been formed. I also do not believe him so capricious as to pay his attentions to your sister while also forwarding an attachment with another. That would be extremely dishonourable and my brother is not such a man, Elizabeth. As well, it is my understanding that Miss Darcy is but fifteen or sixteen and has not yet even been presented to society. I cannot see Mr. Darcy permitting a courtship under such circumstances. Finally, I do not see how Charles could even pursue Miss Darcy as she is to leave for Pemberley with her brother in two days and shall be gone for some months. No. No. I cannot credit my sister's words on that matter at all."

"So this, as I suspected, may be a case of Miss Bingley wishing to discourage my sister?"

"That seems most probable."

"And, as to his return?"

He shook his head in frustration. "I simply cannot say what he will do. He has said he will return and I expect him to do so, if only to ensure I am not left without any company; but Caroline may persuade him to remain."

Elizabeth huffed in exasperation, "Jane will be very much hurt should he not return."

"Her heart has been engaged then?"

"Of course, can you not tell?"

"I am afraid your sister's serenity of countenance defeats my understanding of her feelings, Elizabeth. I thought it possible but was unsure. I believe my brother also is somewhat uncertain."

Elizabeth sighed, "You are not the first to say as much. Charlotte Lucas made a very similar observation some weeks ago; but surely, your brother, who has been in her company and attended her more closely than anyone, cannot doubt her affections. Surely he cannot!"

"I hope that you are correct, Elizabeth. But Charles did tell me he was uncertain of her regard for him. You must understand that I could not assure him of your sister's affections as I did not know them. Her countenance is not one to be read easily by one who can claim only a slight acquaintance. I did tell Charles that I believed your sister was not indifferent to him, but more than that I could not venture to say. My advice to him was essentially to be ruled by his own opinions - to act on his own judgement, rather than that of his sisters or his friend or even mine."

"Is there naught that you can do? Surely he will listen to your advice."

"I would not have you believe that I will not speak strongly on your sister's behalf, for I will, given your assurances as to her feelings. My sisters were not pleased that I am calling on you but I have silenced them on that matter, but it is Charles' responsibility to defend his choice. I will support him, of course, but his dislike of argument and dispute may not serve him well."

"I wonder at your being so very blunt about your brother and sisters, James."

"Would you have me lie or dissemble about a matter that is so important to you? If you cannot trust my word or that I will always act in our interests, what hope is there for our future?"

They walked in a companionable silence for several minutes before Elizabeth spoke again.

"I was sorry you could not call at Longbourn yesterday."

James was heartened to learn she had wished for his company.

"As was I. It was an unfortunate event. I received drafts of several contracts that had to be reviewed on an urgent basis."

"Your business follows you, I see. I can hardly fault your diligence although it does leave me the poorer for your company."

"You may be assured, Elizabeth, that I will never place my business ahead of my wife and family."

Elizabeth did not immediately respond. Her thoughts were on her Uncle Gardiner who had chosen to live within sight of his warehouses in order to have more time for his wife and their children. It was, she understood, a delicate balance. A man must work to provide security for those dependent upon him. She had ample proof of the unhappiness that arose when a man did not accept that responsibility - or did so lackadaisically.

"I am not insensible, James, as to the need for a man to pursue his business. I have the good example of my Uncle Gardiner before me so I would not have you believe I was finding fault. It is simply that I have come to anticipate with pleasure your visits."

"I look forward to meeting your uncle and aunt."

"You will like them, I am sure; and they you, for I have already written my aunt of our courtship and they are pleased for me. My uncle, according to Aunt Gardiner, is interested in discussing your naval career, for he is an avid reader of the gazetted articles about the Royal Navy's exploits." She paused only briefly before saying, "I confess I do not understand how matters work in the navy. In the militia, I am told, one can acquire a commission - even purchase one in the regulars. It is not the same in the navy?"

"Indeed it is not. Quite the reverse, actually." He barked a laugh, "I have, on more than one occasion, encountered an army officer - a colonel or general, most frequently - who is quite displeased at the navy's habit of rewarding merit by promotion. It offends their. . .sensibilities that a parson's son from Norfolk could rise to the rank of an admiral."

At her puzzled expression, he shook his head in bemusement, "Did you think Lord Nelson, hero of Copenhagen, the Nile and Trafalgar, was some noble's son? Indeed he was a parson's son and not even the eldest I believe."

"Oh!"

"I will not suggest that connections are not at work in the navy but I have heard of midshipmen who remain so for years because they fail to pass the examination by senior captains who sit to determine their capability for command. It is a harsh life with severe rules but a competent man can rise in the profession."

"As you have done." She made no attempt to mask her admiration.

"I was fortunate, I admit. I served with several notable captains. In fact, I owe my promotion to the success enjoyed by such a one."

"Now I am intrigued, James. Please explain."

He could not describe the particulars of the engagement that had won him his promotion to captain. Even now he had the occasional nightmare of that action. He doubted her sensibilities could survive the thought of blood coating the decks of a ship and running down its sides. Even he wished to banish such sights from his memory. He inhaled to calm his thoughts.

"I was first Lieutenant on the Argus, a thirty-two gun frigate,. . ."

"Frigate?"

He spent a few minutes explaining the ranks assigned to ships and their fundamental purpose.

"As I said, it was the year four and I was first lieutenant on the Argus. Captain Howell commanded her. We were stationed in Barbados and patrolling north searching for French vessels in the Windward Islands. We encountered two of them - a frigate carrying the same weight of guns as ourselves and a barque of some ten guns. It was a. . .fierce action and we eventually prevailed, sinking the barque and capturing the frigate. I was given the honour of sailing our prize home and, as is quite often the case when a particularly noteworthy action takes place, the first lieutenant was promoted to captain."

"So you were made captain of your prize?"

He laughed. "I wish that it had been so but once she was made seaworthy, the command of her was given to a more senior officer. She was too fine a vessel for a newly made captain. No, I was given command of an older frigate of twenty-eight guns - the Belleton - the Old Belle the lads called her."

"Oh! That seems quite unfair."

"I had no complaints, I assure you, Elizabeth. The 'Belle' served me quite well until I was given command two years later of a larger, more modern vessel."

"You speak so warmly of the navy, I wonder at your leaving it."

He was quiet for some minutes and she could not, for the first time, discern the direction of his thoughts. This must be, she thought, how he appeared to the men he commanded. There was a remoteness to his demeanour that was quite foreign to her and she wondered at its cause. Finally he responded.

"My last action was rather horrendous, Elizabeth. I received several wounds that laid me ashore for some months. I could have returned to sea when I had recovered but as my father was ill and he wanted me to quit the navy - to avoid having myself killed I suppose - I honoured his wish. It was not as difficult as it might seem for I had tired of the life. It happened that, during my recovery, he consulted me on some matters of business which I dealt with to his satisfaction and, to my surprise, my own. And then there was the Rebecca."

"Rebecca?"

"She was a schooner rigged ship - she could carry about a hundred ton or so - not big but fast, very fast. I doubt another ship could touch her. Certainly none of the frenchies' vessels. She shows her wake to them all." He smiled down at her but she thought his eyes saw something else - most probably this ship, the Rebecca. "I bought her using some of my prize money and put her to work carrying wares that were very expensive and which, if first to hit the auctioneer's block, would bring premium prices. I made almost three thousand pounds clear on her first voyage and she made two more within the twelvemonth. I decided to resign my commission then and there, and have not regretted it since."

"I wonder at your not seeking a wife, sir, as so many men seem to do."

He chuckled, "Who is to say I did not?"

"And one could not be found in three years, James? I must question your diligence."

"I admit I was not in active pursuit of a wife. My business was in its infant stages and commanded a great deal of my time. But I can also assure you that there was no want of young ladies presented for my approval."

"Your standards were so very high, then?"

"Indeed they were and still are. I could not settle on one until I walked into my brother's house in Hertfordshire."

"You settled on me at our first meeting?"

"Almost - it was the second, I believe." He chuckled, "Oddly precipitous for a cautious man of business, is it not?"

"Indeed it is, but perhaps it is a reflection of your years in the navy."

"It does tend to make men decisive - one cannot progress unless one knows one's mind and is prepared to take some risks."

"Am I such a risk?"

"Fishing for a compliment, Elizabeth? I consider you a prize - a most valuable prize and one well worth winning."

"Like your frigate, then?" She teased.

"Even more beautiful and, if you understood a sailor, you would appreciate the compliment. We are a strange breed and find few things more beautiful than a ship under a full rig of sail. You shall, I hope, come to understand some day."

They were, by this time, near the entrance of Longbourn and from the sounds inside, the family was gathering at the breakfast table. Shedding their outerwear, Elizabeth and James joined them in the dining room and began filling their plates. Their walk had increased their hunger, warm food and tea was laid out and they were not slow to satisfy their appetites. Conversation burbled around them, none of it of particular significance. Mrs. Bennet was her usual garrulous self and Mr. Bennet did not deviate from his customary silence. He occasionally exerted himself to mock one or another of his daughters to which they appeared oblivious. The Captain could never be sure whether such disregard arose because of the poverty of their understanding or simply because they held little regard for Mr. Bennet's cutting wit.

He was quite prepared to ignore their chatter when something Lydia said captured his attention. He turned to Elizabeth.

"You encountered Mr. Wickham yesterday?"

She nodded. "We walked into Meryton and he greeted us there. Lydia was most unhappy that he did not attend the ball for she had quite expected him to dance with her. She was not reluctant to make him aware of her dissatisfaction."

"How. . .what excuses did he make for his absence?"

"He claimed that matters of pressing business required him to travel the day before." She lowered her voice as she added, "However, Mr. Wickham confided to me that he deliberately avoided the ball out of a sincere wish not to discompose your brother. He claimed a desire to avoid a scene between Mr. Darcy and himself."

The captain covered his lips with his napkin to conceal a smile. "How very. . .thoughtful of Mr. Wickham."

"Yes, was it not? If I harbour any doubts as to Mr. Wickham's character - which I do not - he has certainly proven the falsity of his story. A man assured of the rightness of his position would not have hesitated to attend."

Lydia and Catherine's voices increased in volume as they discussed the officers they had encountered the day before.

Lydia was particularly ebullient. "I quite told Mr. Wickham how disappointed I was that he did not attend the ball. He assured me that it was only the demands of urgent business that called him away."

"They are to call on Longbourn today." Said Catherine eagerly.

"Oh yes!" cried her mother, for whom the prospect of officers was as delightful as it was for her daughters. "They shall be quite welcome."

"And Mr. Wickham is ever so handsome in his regimentals." exclaimed Lydia.

James looked at Mr. Bennet expecting him to bring this discussion to a close - to prohibit Mr. Wickham's presence at Longbourn. He was to be disappointed for Mr. Bennet said nothing. Elizabeth grew restless.

'I do not believe, from what I have learned, that Mr. Wickham's company should be encouraged." she said.

Mr. Bennet's eyebrow twitched and Mrs. Bennet was vociferous in her disagreement.

"How can you speak so, Lizzy? The officers are uniformly charming and perhaps one of them shall marry one of my daughters."

"I do not believe that marriage to one whose profession is to harm a fellow man would make a satisfactory husband." Intoned Mary.

"Oh hush, Mary. We do not need Fordyce now." cried her mother.

"And just because you have a suitor, Lizzy, is no call to deny us the pleasure of a fine gentleman like Mr. Wickham." said Lydia heatedly.

James could see Elizabeth was increasingly disturbed and spoke before she could do so.

"I am not convinced, Miss Lydia, that Mr. Wickham is as fine a gentleman as you claim. I would urge caution, for a charming manner can hide a not-so-charming character."

Lydia gazed at him blankly, her comprehension unable, it appeared, to grasp that a man's appearance could be at odds with his true character.

Mrs. Bennet's faith in officers was undiminished.

"I am sure that you are mistaken, Captain Bingley. The officers have been most gentlemanly, and most attentive to my girls," Mrs. Bennet smiled warmly at Lydia.

"I do not wish to decry Mr. Wickham's character, Mrs. Bennet, but in the fortnight he has been in Meryton, he accumulated almost fifteen pounds in accounts with local shopkeepers."

"Fifteen pounds!" gasped Catherine, "Why that is as much as my allowance for a year!"

"And almost a fifth of Mr. Wickham's income for a year. It is a prodigious sum to run up in a fortnight, is it not, Mr. Bennet?"

Mr. Bennet, thus challenged, could only nod.

"Fifteen pounds!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet once more, as the enormity of the sum pierced her consciousness. "In a fortnight?"

James simply nodded, wondering how matters would develop. Mrs. Bennet, who might be flighty and possessed of a mean intelligence, was however, quite aware that such a sum was excessive and spoke poorly of the individual concerned.

"Is it wise, Mr. Bennet, that we should encourage Mr. Wickham's company at Longbourn?"

Mr. Bennet looked at his two youngest daughters. Lydia's countenance was mulish and it appeared she was not of a mind to see a favourite discouraged from paying his attentions for such a cause. Catherine was more conflicted, her glance switching between her mother, James and her father. Lydia's protests were not long in being heard until finally Mr. Bennet angrily rose from the table saying, "It appears I am not to be allowed even one peaceful meal. I am to my bookroom and do not wish to be disturbed by anyone." He paused only briefly, "But let it be clearly understood that Mr. Wickham is not to be welcomed here at Longbourn."

Lydia's expression was mutinous but in the face of her father's command and her mother's acquiescence, she could do naught but pout and sulk.

Once they had finished their breakfast, the captain was required to make his excuses to Elizabeth.

"I cannot stay, for my clerk is due to arrive shortly. We have considerable business to transact and I doubt that I can return before this evening."

"You will return after dinner?" she paused, "Your clerk is welcome also."

"I shall come, of course, but I believe he intends to return to town tonight, although I shall make every attempt to change his mind on the matter."

James returned - alone - to spend a quiet evening with Elizabeth. Mrs. Bennet was in full voice and her effusions as she attempted to promote the match between Elizabeth and the captain were a source of considerable amusement for him and mortification for her daughter. Attempts to deflect Mrs. Bennet were largely unsuccessful until a chance remark on the prospect of his brother returning captured her thoughts and then it was but a short step to the contemplation of a match between her eldest daughter and Charles Bingley. Even Jane's serenity was not proof against her mother's enthusiasm as she waxed fulsomely on the desirability of having two daughters so advantageously married. The countenances of both Jane and Elizabeth were red with embarrassment and the captain wondered if Elizabeth would draw blood for she was nibbling on her lip with great determination.

Eventually, Mrs. Bennet appeared to exhaust the topic that was of greatest interest to her and took up another challenge. She had not been blind to Mr. Collins' lack of interest in her daughters once he could no longer court Elizabeth. Nor had she missed his attentions to Charlotte Lucas; however, as no announcement of an engagement had been made and, as the gentleman was to leave the next morning, she had not completely buried her hopes that he might consider Mary or even Catherine for his wife.

Neither Elizabeth nor the captain was as sanguine on the subject given Sir Williams' revelation at the Netherfield ball. In addition, the captain had noticed the gentleman's air of suppressed excitement and could not but wonder at the cause. While none of the events that were shortly to follow vouchsafed an answer, his suspicions had been aroused.

As Mr. Collins was to begin his journey too early on the morrow to see any of the family, the ceremony of leave-taking was performed when the captain moved to depart; and Mrs. Bennet expressed, with great politeness and cordiality, how happy they should be to see Mr. Collins at Longbourn again, whenever his other engagements might allow him to visit them.

"My dear Madam," he replied, "this invitation is particularly gratifying, because it is what I have been hoping to receive; and you may be very certain that I shall avail myself of it as soon as possible."

They were all astonished; and Mr. Bennet, who could by no means wish for so speedy a return, immediately said, "But is there not danger of Lady Catherine's disapprobation here, my good sir? You had better neglect your relations, than run the risk of offending your patroness."

"My dear sir, " replied Mr. Collins, "I am particularly obliged to you for this friendly caution, and you may depend upon my not taking so material a step without her ladyship's concurrence."

"You cannot be too much on your guard. Risk anything rather than her displeasure; and if you find it likely to be raised by your coming to us again, which I should think exceedingly probable, stay quietly at home, and be satisfied that we shall take no offence."

"Believe me, my dear sir, my gratitude is warmly excited by such affectionate attention; and depend upon it, you will speedily receive from me a letter of thanks for this, as well as for every other mark of your regard during my stay in Hertfordshire. As for my fair cousins, though my absence may not be long enough to render it necessary, I shall now take the liberty of wishing them health and happiness."

James did not delay his own departure that evening and, as he was to learn the next day from Elizabeth, there followed his departure considerable speculation amongst the ladies as to what Mr. Collins could intend that he meditated such a quick return. Mrs. Bennet wished to understand by it that he thought of paying his addresses to one of her younger girls. Mary might be prevailed on to accept him for she rated his abilities much higher than any of the others; there was a solidity in his reflections which often struck her, and though by no means so clever as herself, she thought that if encouraged to read and improve himself by such an example as hers, he might become a very agreeable companion.