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Chapter Seven

Posted on 2016-04-23

Saturday, November 30, 1811

When James arrived that morning at his usual time before breakfast to walk with Elizabeth, they chose to remain in close proximity to the house because the day had proven rather blustery and cold. They spoke of Mr. Collins who departed as planned that morning, and speculated on the reasons behind his intention to return.

"Mama believes he might still pursue Mary, but I cannot believe it possible for his attentions to Charlotte were quite unmistakable and then there was Sir William's words. Yet Mr. Collins said nothing before he left."

As the captain's thoughts were similar to hers, their speculation could not provide much material for consideration and topics of greater interest consumed their time until they returned to the house. They had barely finished their breakfast when Miss Lucas called and asked to speak in private with Elizabeth. She consented and they removed to the small parlour where they could speak in confidence. They conversed for a short while and, as Elizabeth was to relate to him afterwards, it was a most awkward exchange. For Miss Lucas had indeed accepted an offer of marriage from Mr. Collins.

The possibility of Mr. Collins' fancying himself in love with her friend had first occurred to Elizabeth when he secured her friend's hand for the first two dances at the Netherfield ball And her father appeared to confirm it. But that Charlotte could encourage him, seemed almost as far from possibility as that Elizabeth could have encourage him herself. Her astonishment was consequently so great as to overcome at first the bounds of decorum, and she admitted, after Charlotte had taken her leave, that she was ashamed to confess that she had cried out, "Engaged to Mr. Collins! My dear Charlotte, impossible!"

"I am heavily ashamed of myself, James, for my outburst clearly disconcerted Charlotte, but only briefly. Perhaps she had anticipated my reaction for she replied quite calmly that just because Mr. Collins could not secure my good opinion did not make him incapable of procuring that of another woman."

She bowed her head and stared at her hands, "I made every effort to gather my own composure to assure her with as much sincerity as I could summon that I wished her all imaginable happiness." She paused and shrugged slightly.

"I do not suppose that Charlotte was misled as to my feelings for she quite calmly informed me that she was sure, when I had time to think it all over, that I would be satisfied with what she had done. I confess that it shall be some time before I am as sanguine as to her prospects."

"I obviously do not know your friend well but she struck me as particularly sensible and, given her age, her prospects cannot be good."

"You sound too much like Charlotte, James."

"I am sorry. . ."

"Do not be. Charlotte would take your side on the matter. Has, in fact, taken your side. I can recollect her words. She disclaimed being romantic - I suppose she meant like myself - and wanted from marriage only a comfortable home. She has convinced herself that, given Mr. Collins' character, connections, and situation in life, her chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state. I could not disagree with her although I fear for her future happiness. He is the most ridiculous man and to bear such folly for the remainder of one's life is more than I could ever wish to endure."

"Your father informed me that, should Mr. Collins have offered for you, and you refused him, he would have supported your decision."

She smiled, "I never really doubted it. It would have been my mother who have been most disturbed by my refusal. I have you to thank, James, for sparing me such torment."

Some time later Sir William Lucas himself appeared, sent by his daughter to announce her engagement to the family. With many compliments to them, and much self-congratulation on the prospect of a connection between their two houses, he unfolded the matter, to an audience not merely wondering, but incredulous. Mrs. Bennet, extremely reluctant to see her hopes dashed, protested he must be entirely mistaken, and Lydia, privy to her mother's hopes, always unguarded and often uncivil, boisterously exclaimed, "Good Lord! Sir William, how can you tell such a story? Do not you know that Mr. Collins is supposed to wed our Mary?"

Nothing less than the complaisance of a courtier could have borne without anger such treatment; but Sir William's good breeding carried him through it all; and though he begged leave to be positive as to the truth of his information, he listened to all their impertinence with the most forbearing courtesy.

Elizabeth, feeling it incumbent upon her to relieve him from so unpleasant a situation, now put herself forward to confirm his account, by mentioning her prior knowledge of it from Charlotte herself. She endeavoured to put a stop to the exclamations of her mother and sisters, by the earnestness of her congratulations to Sir William, in which she was readily joined by Jane and the captain, and by making a variety of remarks on the happiness that might be expected from the match, the excellent character of Mr. Collins, and the convenient distance of Hunsford from London.

Mrs. Bennet was, in fact, too much overpowered to say a great deal while Sir William remained; but no sooner had he left then her feelings found a rapid vent, for she had wilfully ignored all of the indications of Mr. Collins' attentions and had convinced herself that it was his intention, when he returned as promised, to properly court her third eldest daughter. How she could be so oblivious to the situation, James could not comprehend; but, there it was. Mrs. Bennet would persist in disbelieving the whole of the matter; she was also very sure that Mr. Collins had been taken in; that Charlotte and Mr. Collins would never be happy together; and finally, that the match might be broken off and he would come to his senses and offer for Mary. One inference was very plain, however, she had been used most abominably and, if she could learn who was responsible, they would be held to account. Until then she was required to retire to her chambers to recover.

That afternoon the captain accompanied Elizabeth and Jane as they walked to Meryton. The winds were not as blustery and the roads were dry; however, the coldness of the air and a heavy overcast presaged snow. Their clothing, while warm, was not proof against the cold and the wind and their pace perforce was brisk. They intended to visit a number of shops and conclude their trip with a visit to the bookstore but their progress through Meryton was slower than anticipated for almost every shopkeeper wished to speak to James. It seemed that his warnings in regards to Mr. Wickham had been taken to heart. So well, indeed, that all the shopkeepers were being more cautious in extending credit to any of the regiment's officers. As Mr. Powell, the boot maker, explained,

"'Tis not that most of them are scallywags, Captain. Indeed I have found they be fine fellows in general and quite honest in their dealings. There's one or two who are bit careless with their purses and spend more on drink then they should and then have naught to pay their other accounts. But I do not think such are intending to rob me, so to speak. But it takes but one bad fish to spoil a quintal, and from what I have learned, Mr. Wickham is just such a one."

"Has he returned here?"

"Indeed, he did, and right proper insulted when I would not give him credit for a new pair of boots. Hah! Does he take me for a fool? No sir, I told him, no money, no boots. He weren't right pleased, I can tell you."

As they continued their path to the bookstore, James murmured to Elizabeth, "It appears, Elizabeth, that Mr. Wickham is being pinched. I wonder how he will respond?"

Sunday, December 1, 1811

James arrived at the church some few minutes before the Bennet family and, having taken a position outside the entrance, he had also placed himself most advantageously, in the minds of other church-goers, for conversation. If some of them harboured hopes - slight as they might be - that the captain's attentions could be diverted from Elizabeth to one of their daughters, those hopes were lost upon observing the gentleman's manner when the lady arrived with her family. She smiled at him and he moved quickly to her side to escort her inside. While he could not with propriety sit with her family, he was fortunate to find a seat directly behind hers and thus had the pleasure of watching her throughout the service. She was conscious of his gaze, had blushed on more than one occasion when observing the knowing smirks of her sisters and, if asked afterwards the subject of the day's sermon, would have been hard-pressed to answer coherently.

The captain accepted Mrs. Bennet's invitation to join them for breakfast, his offer of the use of his carriage to Elizabeth and her mother was received with pleasure by the lady who was pleased at the courtesy but less so with the vehicle itself.

"This is an uncommonly small carriage, Captain Bingley." said she, "it is also uncommonly plain. I dare say you shall have to purchase a much larger and finer one when you marry."

"I dare say I shall, Mrs. Bennet." He replied with some amusement. "It is perfect for my needs as a single man for I mostly travel alone or with one of my clerks; however, a wife undoubtedly will demand a more commodious vehicle."

Embarrassed at her mother's vulgarity, Elizabeth was quick to declaim the need for unnecessary expenditure. "Captain Bingley's carriage appears quite satisfactory to me, Mama. It will carry four with no little comfort and is not unnecessarily ostentatious. I like it quite well."

"Oh Lizzy, do not be so foolish. The wife of a gentleman of Captain Bingley's consequence - for he is Mr. Bingley's brother you must remember and he has an exceptionally fine carriage - well, it simply would not do for the Captain's wife to be seen in such a humble vehicle. I am sure you agree with me, do you not Captain Bingley?"

"I do indeed, Mrs. Bennet. One of my first purchases after I marry shall be a fine carriage." James smiled at Elizabeth. "I quite agree with you that Mrs. Bingley must be shown to every advantage."

Fortunately for Elizabeth's composure, they arrived at Longbourn before her companions could further explore the subject of carriages. The day passed in quiet conversation interspersed by several chess games between James, Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet. It was Captain Bingley's description of his travels in the navy, the places he visited and the sights seen at sea and on land that captured everyone's attention. Apart from Mr. Bennet, who had travelled to Scotland and seen other parts of England, none of the Bennets had travelled further than London. The two youngest girls had only had that pleasure twice and had not ventured much beyond Gracechurch Street when there.

James had, in the course of fifteen years, sailed the Mediterranean and Baltic Seas, the Indian Ocean, the East and West Indies and had even crossed the Pacific Ocean. Lydia and Catherine were as enthralled as their older sisters and Elizabeth wondered if the captain's adventures would cause them to change their preference from a red coat to one of blue.

Elizabeth found herself envying him his adventures although she understood quite well that he had paid a price in hardship and pain for each.

"It is," she said, "an unfortunate reality that women are denied the opportunity to travel as freely as men. I have read much of Greece and Italy and Spain but to visit them and see such sights for myself is beyond my comprehension."

"You would like to visit the Mediterranean then?" asked the captain.

"I would like to visit France!" exclaimed Lydia, "Paris! I have heard that fashions there are. . .beyond compare."

Catherine agreed eagerly and spoke of lace which she had heard was particularly fine if it came from Spain and wondered if the captain had ever seen any. James laughingly replied that he had not as he rarely had the time to shop and, to Lydia's dissatisfaction, was unable to speak to ladies fashions in Paris as he had, he told her, sadly never visited that city.

He was not at all reluctant to speak of his places he had visited but it was clear to Elizabeth that a special warmth would infuse his voice when he spoke of his days at sea. His listeners found it hard to credit some of the stories: of pods of whales too numerous to count; of schools of dolphins cavorting by the side of his ship as it made its way, travelling in company with them for miles; millions upon millions of seals dotting sheets of ice several feet thick and miles in length; of storms so fierce as to require the ship to flee before them and times when the air was so still that only the efforts of men in rowboats towing the ship allowed it to move. It was a world beyond what any of them could imagine, so very different from their daily lives as to be virtually incomprehensible. So strange were some of the sights he described that Elizabeth was hard-pressed to believe them credible and yet she knew it must be so. She began to understand that he was a man of some consequence, with a depth of experience and knowledge that she could draw on to her benefit. As to what she would contribute to their marriage - for she was now certain that she would accept his offer - she was unsure; but, as he seemed to have no doubts on the matter, she would not allow herself to worry overmuch about it.

The next day James once more traveled into Meryton. That he hoped to encounter Elizabeth gave extra impetus to his willingness to make the trip he readily conceded - to himself - but his correspondence had been of such volume that his stock of paper had been exhausted. So, to the bookseller he must go. He alighted from his carriage and was strolling slowly towards that shop, scanning the sides of the street for signs of Elizabeth and her sisters. He was greeted cheerfully by several shopkeepers during his progress and a few stopped him to inquire into his health. News of his courtship of Elizabeth become known widely and the approbation of the community was firmly in his favour although nothing overt was said.

He was speaking with Mr. Alworthy, who dealt in leather goods, when that gentleman suddenly scowled at something taking place behind the captain.

"That scrape-grace is importuning Miss Elizabeth, Captain!" And he pointed across the street. Turning quickly James could see Elizabeth and two of her sisters being confronted by a gentleman in regimentals whose back was towards him. Mr. Alworthy's response left no doubt that it was Mr. Wickham, and James immediately hastened across the street, dodging a slowly moving horse and cart as he did so.

Wickham blocked his vision of the ladies but he heard Elizabeth's voice clearly.

"My father has ordered that you shall not be received at Longbourn, Mr. Wickham. I am sure that he will be equally displeased to learn you have accosted his daughters in Meryton."

"I do not know what lies you. . ."

By now the captain had reached Wickham and his appearance clearly was a relief to the Bennet ladies, although the presence of a few attentive shopkeepers surely would have prevented anything untoward from happening. James clapped a hand on Wickham's shoulder, interrupting his speech. Wickham jerked in surprise and stepped away, his right hand automatically reaching for his sword. The captain did not suppose it to be anything other than a reflex action but Elizabeth gasped at the perceived threat and Jane paled noticeably.

"Mr. Wickham, I assume." snapped the captain who was suddenly glad he had, as usual, brought his walking stick. It appeared to be an affectation, and one which Elizabeth had smiled at on more than one occasion, but it had its uses, and this was one such.

"And you are, sir?" replied Wickham and then answered his own question. "Or shall I assume that I am to be introduced to Captain Bingley who has taken it upon himself to tarnish my reputation in Meryton."

"I will admit, Mr. Wickham, to being Captain Bingley, but as to your reputation, I have done naught but speak the truth."

"You have accused me most unfairly, sir."

James took a small step closer to Wickham and smiled thinly at him, "I hope you do not intend to do something so foolish as to demand satisfaction, Lieutenant?"

He was not afraid of Wickham. A close inspection had shown a man, admittedly handsome enough to beguile the ladies, whose body, even at his young age, showed signs of softness. He did not know what the militia demanded of its officers but the man who faced him was hardly a warrior.

"I should have known," sneered Wickham, "that a tradesman, a merchant, would not understand the meaning of honour."

James continued to smile thinly. Never taking removing his gaze from Wickham's face, he spoke directly to Elizabeth. "Miss Elizabeth, will you and your sisters please afford Mr. Wickham and me some privacy. I have a few words to speak to him and I do not believe them fit for your ears. Perhaps I might join you in a few minutes in the bookshop?"

Elizabeth murmured her assent - he was surprised at her ready acceptance - and he could hear them moving away.

"I assume that you did not want the lady to hear your snivelling, Captain. You will retract your slurs against my character or I will demand satisfaction."

"Allow me to tell you a short story, Wickham." The captain was inclined no longer to accord the man even the basic civilities. Before Wickham could interrupt, he continued, "There was a young midshipman - a boy really, as he had but fifteen years - who was confronted suddenly by a grown man wielding a cutlass. The boy was frightened - and was not ashamed to admit it for his foe outweighed him by some three of four stone - but as his life was at stake, he gathered his courage and killed that man. And, Wickham, before the day was done, that boy was forced to defend his life again killing at least one more. Since then he has lost count of those his profession required him to kill. It was his job and his own life and those under his command, demanded it of him. Do you think such a man - for he has grown in the intervening years - would cavil at facing one such as you?"

Wickham's face had gone white and he took an involuntary step away from James. He was not allowed any relief for the captain closed the distance immediately, his face now inches from that of Wickham. He was quite as tall as the other man but considerably broader and stronger, and not at all reluctant to intimidate him. He had a measure of the man now. Wickham was, if not a coward exactly, certainly not possessed of the resolve to face determined opposition. He appeared to be a man who would seek the easy route and run if pressed. James had seen - indeed, commanded - many such. One never used them on a task that placed them at risk for their first thought was always to the safety of their own lives. He did not try to hide his contempt.

"Allow me to issue you a warning, Wickham. The Bennets are under my protection and I have means of retribution should any harm befall them from an action of yours."

Wickham sneered, "That fifteen pounds you hold is hardly a viable threat. You might put me in the Marshalsea but not for long."

James laughed, "You have such a paltry view of retribution, Wickham. I would not soil that venerable, filthy institution with you. Besides it would be a waste of an able-bodied soldier. No! No! Wickham. I have a much more useful future in mind for you; and one I can assure you that will be far, far worse." His smiled widened, "I will not bore you with the details now, but do not ignore my warning and risk my displeasure."

"Darcy put you up to this! Did he not?" Wickham hissed.

"Darcy? He had nothing to do with the matter. Nothing! When Miss Elizabeth spoke to me of that charming little tale you spun for her, I knew that it was a tissue of lies. Darcy may be many things but dishonest and dishonourable, he is not! No, Wickham, your own words led me to investigate and when I learned you were in debt to the shopkeepers here in Meryton for fifteen pounds after being here for only a fortnight, I was sure. Darcy merely illustrated your character a little further when I spoke with him later." James was not inclined to inform Wickham that it had been Darcy's account that led him to speak to the shopkeepers. No point would be served by doing so.

He stepped back from Wickham and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. He could see that Wickham was reluctant to leave. Their encounter had not shown him to advantage for Captain Bingley had been the aggressor and allowed no opportunity for him to assume a posture of one who has been wronged and seeking redress. The faces of the shopkeepers who had witnessed the whole confrontation, even if unable to hear the words exchanged, directed their disapproval quite obviously at the militia officer. Finally, Wickham removed his hand from his sword and sauntered down the street towards the militia's encampment, brushing past the captain as he did so as if to demonstrate his lack of concern. It would not have been noticed by anyone else but there was a familiar odour emanating from him that the captain detected. He smiled at Wickham's back. There was a certain stink to fear.

He watched Wickham's passage down the street, almost admiring the man's blatant disregard of the scowls from bystanders that accompanied his passage.

A hand gripped his elbow.

"What did you say to him?" Elizabeth's voice was quiet but he could not miss the concern in it. Her sisters had returned with her and all three awaited his response.

"I simply told him that you and your family are under my protection and that he would be wise to keep his distance from you all."

"I wonder that such a simple statement took so much time and so many words?"

He smiled down at her, "Well I may have condensed the discussion a trifle for your benefit but I assure you that was its substance."

"I rather suspect, James, that there was considerably more to the matter and that I shall have little success in winkling it out of you. Nonetheless, I and my sisters appreciate your protection. Our encounter with Mr. Wickham was becoming increasingly unpleasant."

"I am sure it was; however, Mr. Wickham is not a subject I wish to speak about any further. Perhaps you ladies might accompany me to the bookseller? I have to make a purchase there and mayhap there is a book or two which might capture your interest."

Elizabeth would not desist.

"I was greatly afraid when Mr. Wickham grasped his sword. I can hardly believe he would have drawn it against you in such a public spot. To attack an unarmed man! He is most definitely not a gentleman."

James snickered softly. "I am not quite as unarmed as all that, Elizabeth."

He raised his walking stick and, shielding it from general view, twisted the top and drew several inches of gleaming steel from its body. Elizabeth inhaled deeply and Jane's hand flew to her lips.

"I have," he said quietly, "occasion had to venture into areas that might pose some danger. As I no longer carry a sword, it was suggested to me that I might need another form of protection."

"You have, I hope, never had cause to actually use it." murmured Elizabeth. He shook his head and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Mary looked upon him with disapproval. "I do not hold with the use of weapons, Captain Bingley." she said primly.

His response was cheerful, "No more do I, Miss Mary; however, in this instance, I would rather beg forgiveness of the Lord. The alternatives are much less palatable, are they not?"

Mary sniffed, but Jane chose to nod, reluctantly, in agreement and Elizabeth's approbation was unmistakeable.

"Indeed. And it shall afford me no small amount of comfort as well to know that you go protected."

Elizabeth and her sisters were quite amenable to visiting the bookshop. The captain completed his purchase of paper and had it carried to his carriage. Elizabeth and Jane were content to browse the shelves while Mary first leafed though the few music sheets available and then headed towards a section of shelves. Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt she will find anything new here today. Mr. Thomas does not acquire many religious tracts."

"Have you found something of interest?"

"Indeed I have! What think you of this?"

She displayed a book of sonnets by Shakespeare.

"I have not had the pleasure of reading his sonnets. Perhaps we might read them together later."

Elizabeth blushed. She was familiar enough with Shakespeare's sonnets to know that some could be considered inappropriate for a lady to read with a gentleman; however, she was not of a mind to allow such a concern to dissuade her. They would, after all, not be alone and the thought of sharing something that others might consider slightly improper with James afford her a twinge of delight. She wondered how he would react. He had been extremely proper so far in their courtship but she would admit, to herself only, that by his defence of her and her sisters he had stirred her admiration. She found herself increasingly wishing that he would put aside propriety and kiss her. She had never been kissed and the more she knew of James, the more she thought she would greatly enjoy the experience.

"Perhaps." She replied trying to control her blushes. Fortunately his attention had been directed to her sister and he did not notice her discomfort.

Jane also found a novel to read which drew a scornful glance and a disapproving sniff from Mary. The captain cheerfully ignored the latter's display and paid the shopkeeper for the books. Both Jane and Elizabeth remonstrated with him, asserting that the cost was well within their means and that it was improper for him to buy them such a gift.

"I am simply acquiring these books for my own purposes; however, it shall give me great pleasure to allow you both the use of them as I have not the time, at the moment, to read them."

He would not be moved on the matter and the shopkeeper, content that the books would be purchased, wrapped them up and allowed his customers to settle between them who was to supply the funds. That happy duty, after a further small amount of disagreement, fell to James.

Books, ladies and the captain soon removed to his carriage and made their way back to Longbourn. Sometime later that evening, Elizabeth and James found themselves at one end of the room near the window and somewhat removed from its other inhabitants. Their solitude did not last beyond a half hour but in that time they each had read and discussed several sonnets. James' voice was too rough and gravelly to be considered melodious but Elizabeth found that did not bother her at all. There was a warmth and sincerity in its deep tones that made listening to him very pleasurable and she could easily see herself sitting with him, of an evening in their home, in front of a fireplace and reading to each other. It was a warm thought and she realized she had come to an awareness that this man would suit her quite well. He was intelligent, kind, respected her, wished to protect her - had protected her already - and she could do nothing but respect his character. His profession bothered her not at all. He was industrious and a gentleman in every true sense of that word - much like her beloved Uncle Gardiner. Her only reservation was that events had moved so quickly - they had known each other little more than a fortnight. She would not encourage James to propose - at least not yet. It would not be amiss to take a little more time. Not that she required it for she was certain her feelings were not so inconstant as to make her change her opinion. She would simply enjoy his courtship but, after he proposed, she saw no reason for a prolonged engagement.

"Of what are you thinking, Elizabeth?" He whispered.

She smiled and shook her head. She would explain some day, but not tonight.

The captain was not oblivious to the warmth of her smile. He knew it would require only a small sign from her that her feelings were as he wished, and then he would propose.

Chapter Eight

Posted on 2016-04-26

Four days after his abrupt departure for London, Charles Bingley returned to Netherfield. He arrived quite late in the evening and, after changing his travel clothes and refreshing himself, he sought out his brother. He discovered him, where he expected, ensconced in the study and surrounded by stacks of papers.

"Ah, James, enjoying your leisure as always." He cried.

James smiled at his brother. "You seem particularly ebullient, even for you, Charles."

"I have every reason to be. My business is complete, you are still here and Caroline is not."

James snorted, "That may be the unkindest thing I have ever heard you say about anyone."

"If you had been with me for the past few days, you would understand."

"Our sister was. . .her usual pleasant self when her purposes are crossed?"

"I had to remove to the Clarendon after two days solely to be allowed some peace. Her behaviour was unconscionable." He groused.

"Well, if you will not take her in hand, which you could easily do, she will persist in her behaviour."

"If only you. . ."

"No, Charles. That will not do!" His brother interrupted. "Our father made me her guardian before his death and she knows better than to cross me, else she would be spending more time in Scarborough with our Aunt Ella than either of them could wish. But you also have the power to bring her under control. Our father may have made me controller of her fortune until she is five and twenty, but you have chosen, with my blessing, to allow her to make her home with you." He snickered, "She could never countenance Liverpool and the prospect of London and you to escort her around in Darcy's company, made her choice obvious. But until you exercise the authority that you have, she will exercise it in your stead. Tell me, does she live within the allowance you provide?"

Charles shook his head in dismay, "Hardly. She has no compunction about spending beyond her means." He snorted, "I expect she still believes that Darcy will marry her and her allowance will afford her any such luxuries she wishes."

"And so she spends in anticipation of that which is most unlikely to happen. I cannot ever see Darcy offering for her. Should he do so, I would have to question his intelligence. And you tell me that the interest from her fortune which I assigned to you is not sufficient for her needs?"

Charles shook his head and his brother gazed at him contemplatively, "What do you wish to do with her, Charles?"

"Return her to your house." laughed Charles. "Allow you the pleasure of controlling her."

"And what do you expect that I would do?"

"Ship her off to Aunt Ella!"

"Is it not possible for you to do so?" He paused and suppressed a chuckle at the expression that crossed his brother's features. He knew the answer was simple enough but not one his brother could implement without discomfort. He had, after all, removed himself to the Clarendon Hotel rather than confront and overrule their sister.

"I have a question for you, Charles."

Charles looked at him quizzically.

"Do you intend for Caroline to make her home with you, should you marry?"

"Why, I have given little thought to the matter. I assumed she would do so. Where else might she live?"

James looked fixedly at his brother, allowing him to sort out the problem. Charles was not inclined to anticipate problems and was even more inclined to believe that others would act with the same good intentions as himself.

"Ah. I suppose. . ."

A knock on the door signalled the presence of the housekeeper with a tray of tea and scones. Once both gentlemen were settled with a cup of tea, she bustled out of the room and their conversation resumed. Charles had been pensive while all the preparations were taking place and his mood did not alter upon the removal of his housekeeper. James was content to wait, sip his tea and cast a longing eye at his business correspondence. He had hopes of visiting Longbourn early next morning but it now looked as though he would not be free as soon as he might wish. He sighed. It was a measure of his brother's distraction that he did not even notice. James allowed the silence to stretch for several minutes before finally clearing his throat, startling his brother slightly and recalling him to their conversation.

"I have been thinking. . ."

"Indeed." replied his brother, quelling the desire to be sarcastic.

Charles smiled slightly, although James could see no amusement in his features.

"What would you have me do, James? Cast off my sister? Send her to live with the Hursts?"

"And why should she not live with the Hursts? She and Louisa are happy together and Hurst will not suffer as long as there is food, drink and cards enough."

"Caroline insists that I escort her around town. That I assist her in forming an arrangement."

"Our sister is two and twenty, is she not? And been out in society for four years?"

Charles nodded in agreement.

"Has she had no suitors?"

His brother grimaced, "None that she considers suitable given her fortune and circumstances."

James' eyebrows rose, "Indeed. That surprises me not at all. I suppose she would not consider anyone of less consequence than.. . .Darcy, for instance, to be suitable."

His brother snorted.

"She was most unhappy that he chose not to remain in town. I was surprised that he made only a token attempt to add his persuasion to Caroline's."

"I doubt he could make much of an argument when I have stated my intentions towards Miss Bennet's sister. He is also too sensible to disparage the sister of the woman I - your brother - plan to marry. That would be poorly done indeed. I will not claim him to be happy about such a match nor that he might wish for you to make one that is more advantageous in fortune and connections but even he can see that it is not a bad match."

"Do you think?"

"Well, I suspect that when he observed that it had my support, he chose to conceal his reservations. This is just conjecture on my part, Charles. No more."

"So you support the match?"

"As long as you are certain that Miss Bennet is your choice, then I do. I only ask, nay insist, that you be certain."

"Are you certain about Miss Elizabeth?"

By his tone and look, James could see that he had affronted his brother. Nonetheless, he responded calmly, "I am."

"And yet you have known her but a fortnight."

"I was sure the second time we spoke and certain within a week."

"I have known Miss Bennet for much longer, why would you question my certainty?"

Charles demeanour had stiffened with anger. His brother maintained his mild tone.

"You have been in love before, and with some frequency, if your letters and Caroline's are to be believed. I simply wish to ensure that this attraction is different, more lasting, than those which preceded it, as Jane Bennet is to be my sister."

Charles subsided but huffed as he replied, "I assure you that I have never felt the same about any other lady."

A silence lasted for almost a minute before James probed further. "And what shall you do next?"

Charles smiled openly, "One of my tasks in London was to acquire a ring to mark our betrothal. I shall ask Miss Bennet for her hand at the first opportunity." He glanced at his brother. "We have spoken a great deal about my situation. Might I inquire into yours?"

James laughed, "You may. I believe I shall ask Miss Elizabeth for her hand very soon."

His brother exclaimed, "So soon. But. . .but. . ."

"I know my mind and I have become quite sure of hers. I see no reason to delay."

Charles sat back in his chair and gazed at his brother wonderingly. James had always seemed the very essence of prudence and caution - a man who would not take a step without a lengthy consideration of all facets of a matter. Such a precipitous action seemed uncharacteristic and he said as much to him. James simply smiled.

"I know my mind, brother. This action is not taken lightly or without consideration. When one finds such a woman, one must be thankful that no one else has seen her merits and moved to secure her. I cannot risk her loss. It would be unconscionable."

"Then I wish you happy. I like Miss Elizabeth a great deal and would be pleased to have such an agreeable sister. It will be nice to have at least one, will it not?"

"My thoughts exactly, if you secure Miss Bennet. Every man should have one sister he holds in affection and of whom he can be proud."

"Then I suggest we be about the securing of the hands of the Miss Bennets."

Tuesday, December 3, 1811

"I wish I could join you, Charles, but I have some work that must be addressed. You may visit Longbourn without me."

James did not try to hide his disgruntlement. The discussion held with his brother the previous evening had overset his plans to a great degree. He could not, in good conscience, avoid tending to his business before visiting Elizabeth. Charles chuckled, not unaware of his brother's mood or thoughts.

"I believe I shall. I do not wish to wait to speak to Miss Bennet."

He rose and was almost to the door when James recollected a matter which his brother should be made aware of before speaking to Miss Bennet.

"Charles, before you leave. Give me a minute of two of your time for there is a matter involving Caroline of which you are unaware."

Charles was quickly, to his dismay, made aware of the contents of the letter Caroline sent to Jane.

"I made every effort to the best of my ability to allay Miss Bennet's concerns when Miss Elizabeth informed me of the letter. As I told Miss Elizabeth, I had no reason to suspect an attachment between you and Miss Darcy. . ."

"Good heavens, no! She is barely out of the schoolroom and Darcy is extremely protective, even more so in the past few months." He shook his head, "I dare say Caroline would like to establish such a relationship if only to further her goal to secure Darcy. Neither will happen."

"I thought as much, and as to your return. . ."

"Did you doubt I would do so? I am disappointed you should think so poorly of me."

James might have felt a tinge of embarrassment but would not allow it to be seen. "I was simply unsure of your resolve in the face of Caroline's very determined opposition. You have bent, you know, to her wishes with some frequency."

Charles was about to expostulate; however, when he considered his brother's words, could not do other than concede their validity.

"I have been too compliant, have I not?"

His brother nodded but placated him, "That may be so, but you are here now, and that is the critical matter. You will have to address Caroline at some point; and," he smirked, "once married, I doubt your wife would look kindly on you retreating to the Clarendon when a dispute arose with Caroline."

Charles laughed was hearty, "No, I dare say she would not." He shook his head, "I will have to deal with Caroline, I know, but first I must secure Miss Bennet."

"Go! Go! Allow me to finish my business so that I might sooner enjoy Miss Elizabeth's company. Give my excuses to her and inform her that it is only the press of business that keeps me from her side for a few hours."

When James did arrive at Longbourn, a happy tumult was obvious as soon as he had stepped through the entrance into the hall. He smiled at the footman who grinned back. "I believe I can assume that some particular happy event has taken place."

"Indeed it has!" exclaimed Elizabeth as she hurried to welcome him. "I gather you must have known of your brother's intentions?"

"He did say, before he left Netherfield, that he intended to offer for your sister at the first opportunity. I am pleased he did not tarry on the task."

"He did not. I dare say he had not been here a half hour when my mother orchestrated a manoeuvre worthy of Wellesley himself to allow them a private moment. Your brother did not waste his chance and my sister was most pleased to accept him."

"I am glad to hear it. I must congratulate them both."

They joined the rest of the family in the family parlour. Mrs. Bennet's outpouring of delight was all that could be heard and she greeted the newcomer enthusiastically.

"Your brother, Captain Bingley, has offered for our Jane and she has accepted him. I am so very happy! I am sure I shan't get a wink of sleep all night. I knew how it would be. I always said it must be so. I was sure Jane could not be so beautiful for nothing! I remember as soon as ever I saw him when he came into Hertfordshire but two months ago, I thought how likely it was that they should come together. Oh, he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen!"

James finally managed to extract himself from her effusions, shook his brother's hand and congratulated Miss Bennet.

"I am not sure, Miss Bennet, whether I should congratulate you or extend my sympathies for having accepted this scrape-grace of a brother of mine. Are you sure you are up to the task?"

Jane's smile was more open than any he had previously seen her display.

"Is it to be such a daunting task, Captain?"

"We are to be brother and sister, Miss Bennet. You shall call me James and I shall call you Jane."

Jane nodded, "I shall. . .try, James."

"Very good, Jane. Never fear! My name shall fall trippingly off your tongue in a few days."

The remainder of the evening passed rather slowly for most of those in the room for Mrs. Bennet had found subjects which afforded such pleasure as words could hardly express. Nonetheless, her efforts were valiant. The need to apprise all her neighbours of the good fortune that had suddenly befallen the Bennet family, and their surprise and reactions, was sufficiently of interest to her that only James' inquiry as to when the wedding was to be held suspended her rhapsodies.

"We have yet to discuss a date." replied his brother.

"June!" declared Mrs. Bennet, "A June wedding it shall be. I shall have no trouble finding flower for the church and that will allow for a proper wedding and to make all the preparations. We. . ."

"I believe, Mrs. Bennet," interjected her husband, "that Mr. Bingley and I will discuss the date in a day or two. But I doubt that Jane or Mr. Bingley wish to wait six months to be wed. Am I not correct, Sir?"

He glanced at Charles who nodded enthusiastically. "Jane and I have not discussed this, of course, and I would wish to consider her preferences, but for myself I do not wish or require an elaborate ceremony and if matters could be arranged to be married sooner, say a month or two, I would be quite content."

Mrs. Bennet was far from pleased to have her tentative plans overset and was about to make her opposition known until interrupted by James Bingley.

"It is certainly not my place to intrude upon such deliberations but I also do not think them a fitting topic for general discussion. Charles, I believe you and Mr. Bennet must discuss the settlement. Perhaps the matter of a date could be fixed then after you and Jane have consulted on the matter?"

Mr. Bennet smirked at his wife's discomfort.

"I am quite at liberty tomorrow morning, Mr. Bingley. Perhaps you could join us for breakfast and we could discuss the matters afterwards."

James glanced at his brother to see him nod in agreement. He promptly suggested that Charles and Jane join himself and Elizabeth on their morning walk should the weather continue favourable. He garnered a puzzled glance from Elizabeth for one of the pleasures of their morning walks had been the privacy afforded their conversations, but she had no opportunity to question him as to his purpose. By the time he and his brother took their leave, the plan for their morning walk was firmly set and all that James could hope for was that the weather would not play them false.

Neither James not his brother was in a mood for much conversation by the time they reached Netherfield. The events of the day had left Charles with a desire for quiet and both gentlemen retired to their chambers upon arrival. James' first thought was to collect the papers that had arrived from London just before he had departed for Longbourn. His solicitor had prepared the documents as requested and his preliminary review suggested they were satisfactory; however, he must read them more thoroughly. Over an hour later his hopes that they would not require significant change had been largely met. He scribbled a few notes with suggested improvements to the wording and terms but a request to have the document redrafted could wait for a day or two.

Wednesday, December 4, 1811

Charles was not particularly pleased to be rousted out of bed two hours before his usual time the next morning and was not above grousing about the matter as they began the drive to Longbourn.

"I must have been out of my mind to agree to this. Why am I here? I could quite happily have waited for another hour or two to visit Longbourn. I. . ."

Fortunately, Charles was content to mutter his objections without expectation of an answer and James found he could easily ignore his brother's complaints and concentrate on his own thoughts. They had travelled about half the distance to Longbourn when James interrupted the silence that had gradually fallen.

"Charles, I want you to do me a service this morning."

Charles looked at his brother rather blearily, "And why, may I ask, should I do a service for a man who has hauled me out of a comfortable sleep hours before my time?"

"Because, Charles, I am your older brother, head of the family and you must obey my dictates."

Charles snorted. "Hah, see if I do so today."

"You would not wish to make your beloved happy?"

Charles looked puzzled. "What. . .how would Jane be made happy if I do what you ask?"

James smiled, "I believe she would be happy for two reasons. The first that she would have you alone and to the second, I believe she would find great pleasure in seeing her sister happy."

Charles looked more confused than ever. James rather thought his brother's habit of late rising was unfortunate. He had been required from his first days at sea, to rise before the sun. Dawn was the most dangerous portion of the day for a warship. One could never know if another vessel - particularly an enemy ship - had sailed close undetected within firing range during the darkness of night. Every officer, every man on board the ship, was awake before dawn. And ready for the worst that might happen. It never had, but he could not regret the precautions taken, and the habit of rising early had never left him. In truth he now found it one of the most enjoyable times of the day since he need not rise in anticipation of danger.

James laughed at his brother. "I wish only for you to allow Elizabeth and me some few minutes of privacy."

"Oh!" said Charles, understanding the reason for his brother's request. "That I can accomplish, and willingly."

"I thought as much."

"So you believe her ready to accept your offer."

James nodded. "By-the-by, you might take the opportunity to canvass Miss Bennet's opinion on a wedding date. A word of advice. I would not allow Mrs. Bennet to dictate the date for she will obviously wish to spend an endless amount of time in the preparations. A month or six weeks should be more than adequate."

"You will stand with me?"

"Certainly, should you wish it, but perhaps you might wish for Darcy instead?"

"Perhaps although I wonder if he would want to leave Pemberley. Travelling can be quite awful that time of year."

"I would extend the offer nonetheless. I certainly will stand with you but Darcy is such a particular friend of yours that I would not wish him to feel slighted."

They soon arrived at Longbourn and the two ladies of their choice greeted them warmly. Shortly they were walking away from Longbourn. The day was cool, the sun low on the horizon and not holding much promise of warmth for a while. It was therefore a day to walk the more secluded trails with trees and shrubs to shelter them from the wind. James deliberately kept his pace slower than usual, allowing his brother and Jane to widen the gap between them until eventually they were some hundred yards ahead and quite obscured by the trees that lined the winding path.

Elizabeth walked silently beside him. They had said no more than a half-dozen words each since they began their walk. It was a most unusual occurrence and he began to wonder if she had anticipated his designs. Her silence was heartening for if she suspected his intentions and was not ready for them, he was sure she would have done or said something to induce him to wait. She was, he felt, ready to receive his offer - was hoping for it, in fact. At least he wished that to be so.

He stopped and turned her to face him and took both her hands in his.

"Elizabeth," he murmured. Her eyes were cast down. A finger placed under her chin to raise her face showed the brightest flush he had ever seen on her features and a half smile that delighted him.

"Elizabeth," he began again, "I fear I lack the words to express the depth of my feelings. I have known you little more than a fortnight and have come to have the strongest possible regard for your character, beauty and intelligence. You have my love, my devotion. May I have yours? Will you accept me as your husband?"

What had seemed so precipitous just a day or two ago, now seemed so obviously what she most wished for. Her answer was made with no hesitation.

"Yes! And Yes!"

He bent down and kissed her. It lasted only a few brief seconds and, when he raised his head, he saw her eyes closed and a disappointed look cross her features.

"Do I discern disappointment, Elizabeth?"

"Only that you stopped, James." She whispered.

So he kissed her again, more thoroughly and much longer. Her fingers found their way to the back of his head, and his hand pressed her body more closely to his. It was only the sounds of his brother and Miss Bennet, who were obviously being as loud as possible, that awakened them to the impropriety of their situation. He moved away and offered her his arm once more as they resumed their walk. It was several minutes before his composure had sufficiently improved as to allow him to speak.

"I shall speak with your father when we return."

"Poor Papa!" She replied, "Your wish to speak with him will not be unexpected. He has been dreading it for some time now."

James did not attempt to hide his surprise.

"Oh yes," she said, "He will bemoan the loss of any sensible conversation at Longbourn when both I and Jane are gone."

"That brings up a matter of some urgency, Elizabeth. I know your mother would prefer to spend months preparing for our wedding." He laughed when she gave an involuntary shudder. "But I cannot spare the time to visit here with any frequency. Even now I expect I shall need to be about my affairs early in the new year."

"When shall we wed?"

"I was hoping you would agree to wed in three weeks - say the twenty-seventh of this month."

She nodded, not at all discomposed at such an early date, "That would suit me quite well and my mother would not have time to indulge in her wish for an elaborate affair. Three weeks suits me very well indeed; and - a happy thought - my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will already be at Longbourn."

It was not to be supposed that two young people, flushed with the emotions of having just exposed their affections to the other, could talk on sensible matters. Fortunately, it was some time before Jane and Charles finally caught up with them. Charles' first words were not unexpected.

"Well?"

"Lizzy?"

Elizabeth nodded and her sister threw herself into her arms. Charles shook his brother's hand and clapped him on the shoulder before turning to Elizabeth and giving her a quick embrace.

"So," he said, "We are to be sister and brother twice over, Elizabeth."

"Indeed, I shall have the best of brothers and the best of husbands."

"I do hope you understand what a challenge you are taking on with this brother of mine?"

"I am sure it will not be too terrible, Charles. He has been most amiable so far. But" she smiled archly at James, "I would be most interested in learning those foibles which might make him such a challenge."

"Charles!" James pretended to be affronted, "Lest you get too enthusiastic in your efforts, allow me to remind you that I can be as easily persuaded to speak of you to Jane. And I suspect my stories will be much more. . .interesting."

Charles blushed and began to sputter. The ladies laughed and the gentle banter fuelled their return to Longbourn.

James met with Mr. Bennet shortly after they arrived back at Longbourn and, after obtaining the latter's consent to the marriage, broached the topic of the settlement. If Mr. Bennet was surprised to have a draft ready for his consideration, he concealed it well. The discussion that followed was not particularly onerous. Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth, for James had insisted that she attend their discussion, had been pleased at the various provisions which ensured her security and that of their children. The inclusion of a general clause which committed James Bingley - and Charles had committed himself likewise - to provide for the future security of Mrs. Bennet and any unmarried daughters in concert with the husbands of her other daughters was a source of some embarrassment for Mr. Bennet and great satisfaction to Mrs. Bennet when she learned of it. That lady, of course, espoused ideas of what such security might encompass which greatly exceeded those harboured by the Bingley brothers. Elizabeth and Jane did their best to disabuse her of such grand schemes but Mr. Bennet was best able to constrain the expression of her expectations by suggesting "Let us flatter ourselves that I may outlive you, Mrs. Bennet."

As James murmured to Elizabeth, later that day, "Your mother will not have to worry about the hedgerows. Where she will reside is a matter to be determined, but I suspect that a small house in Meryton close to those she has known for years will be the most agreeable to her."

"Ah, and here I was hoping she might come and live with us."

"I believe, Elizabeth, you are espousing an opinion that is not your own."

She smirked at him, "Perhaps! I must admire your composure, sir. You did not blanche too noticeably."

"I promise," He replied, "that Caroline will be allowed to visit no more frequently than your mother."

She rolled her eyes, "I believe my mother will prove a great deal more eager to visit than your sister." She paused for a few seconds before continuing.

"We have not, James, spoken of where we shall live. Charles said you came from Liverpool. Is that where we are to make our home?"

He confirmed that Liverpool was indeed to be their home. The discussion that ensued confirmed to James that his choice of a wife was fortuitous, for not only was Elizabeth lively and amiable, she also possessed a strong pragmatic strain in her character. Once she learned that James planned to give up the lease of his small apartment in Liverpool with the intention of purchasing a larger home, her first thoughts were to setting up their household. When informed that his solicitor was, even as they spoke, compiling a list of houses for them to inspect, which they would do following their marriage, she freely admitted her trepidation at the prospect of establishing a new home. Her response was exactly what he expected of her.

"I will not allow myself to be discouraged, James. There is a stubbornness about me that can never bear to be frightened at the tasks that confront me. My courage rises with every attempt to intimidate me." She declared firmly and then proposed to discuss with the Longbourn housekeeper, Mrs. Hill, suitable candidates for that position. That the days following their marriage would be directed to such a practical purpose did not bother her at all for, as she was to learn, their wedding trip was only to be delayed.

"I must apologize that we will not be able to undertake a wedding trip following our marriage, Elizabeth. My business concerns are too pressing to allow for it; however, I hope that we will be able to spend some weeks this summer, when the weather is more favourable, touring The Lakes."

Elizabeth made a dismissive gesture, "We will hardly be the first couple to start their life so. I am quite content with your plans." Another thought crossed her mind.

"We shall be several days' travel from Longbourn and Netherfield Park."

He could tell that the distance was a cause of some unhappiness. "I regret the necessity of being so separated from your family, but I need to be close to where my ships land."

She shrugged, "I suspect one can be settled too near one's family. I do not envy Jane's situation at all. Our mother will, I fear, take too much pleasure in visiting Netherfield." She smiled at him, "With a distance of two or three day's travel she will not want to visit us frequently. James, I will be content wherever you are. Do not believe me to be too unhappy at the distance from my family. My only regret is to be so far from Jane."

That conversation was but one of several they held in the days that followed the announcement of their engagement. As it turned out, Mrs. Hill did indeed know of a competent, albeit inexperienced, young woman whom she had been training to eventually replace her at Longbourn. As the young woman, Miss Hunter, was hoping to marry, the prospect of an establishment that would hire her and her intended, a footman at Netherfield and a prospective butler, was satisfactory indeed. And so it had been arranged.

Chapter Nine

Posted on 2016-04-29

Monday, December 8, 1811

The man stepped down from the carriage, scanned his surroundings as much as one could on such a dark night, and spoke softly to the driver. "Wait here. I shall be back directly."

He was more than slightly irritated. The chit had been told to be waiting for him and he had deliberately delayed his departure from Meryton to allow her sufficient time to make her way here. She had assured him that everyone would be asleep well before now and she would be able to make her escape quite easily without detection. He could not see the house from where he stood. Trees that lined the drive to it blocked the view and if that were not sufficient, the clouded dark night was so black as to make an object, no more than a dozen yards away, indistinct.

He huffed. His breath billowed around his head, hanging in the breathless night. She was not here and he did not wish to wait much longer. A glance down the drive did not provide evidence that someone was walking towards him. It was lighter in colour and contrasted sharply with the trees that edged it and someone walking towards him would have shown up clearly even if their features could not be seen. There was no help for it. He would have to venture closer to the house on foot for he could not bring the carriage down the drive without approaching nearer the house than he could wish in order to turn the vehicle. His footsteps crunched the frozen gravel beneath his boots. It was the only sound he heard. The blackness that surrounded him was unnerving and he gave an almost imperceptible sigh of relief when the line of trees ended and the house lay before him - about fifty yards distant.

His hopes - his expectations - did not encompass finding several windows of the house awash with light and shadows moving behind curtains. He was too removed from the house to hear anything but all signs pointed to a house awake and alert. She would not be coming, not tonight, and as he could no longer remain in Hertfordshire, she was no longer an object to him. He shrugged and hurried back to his carriage. He could hardly be sure, and would never know, but he suspected that some mischance had discovered her attempt to flee and he had no doubt but that within hours, if not sooner, his role would be uncovered. As he had no intention of returning to Hertfordshire, that bothered him not at all and, given his participation in the matter, it was no longer safe for him to be here.

The driver of the carriage, alerted by the sound of his passenger's hurried footsteps, grunted when he finally was close enough to be heard safely, "Where away?"

"Hatfield!"

The carriage door closed behind him as he settled himself, drawing several blankets around his legs. He had hoped to have a warmer object than a blanket to accompany him on this trip. The chit was ignorant but appeared willing. He shrugged. There were other girls just as ignorant and just as willing. He settled down. It would take them several hours to reach Hatfield for the driver would not risk his horses by travelling too fast at night and he had no reason to fear pursuit. Not now.

James greeted his brother as usual when he entered to partake of his breakfast and, not wishing to be delayed in their visit to Longbourn, raised a matter of some urgency.

"Have you reviewed the settlement papers my solicitor drafted for you?" He gestured to a document which lay before him on the table. "Mine are now complete and I plan to have Mr. Bennet sign them this morning."

"I will review them today. Your solicitor was prompt indeed. I had not expected he would have mine ready so soon."

"He used mine as the model and simply made the necessary alterations you specified."

"Allow me an hour to look at them and I'll be ready to join you."

James was not pleased to have his visit delayed. He had spoken little to Elizabeth for more than two days. He would have called on her earlier except that she had, when speaking to him yesterday, requested that he not call until after breakfast. She had little sleep for two days and was hoping to remedy the deficiency last night. His musings were interrupted by his brother.

"It will be good to see Jane." Charles said, "I hope this illness, which has prevented us from visiting the past two days, has passed."

James agreed wholeheartedly. Longbourn had been under a state of siege so to speak. First, Mrs. Bennet and then Jane and finally Catherine had succumbed to an illness which, by itself might have caused only a little concern but, as several servants were also affected, nursing duties appeared to have fallen most heavily upon Elizabeth and Mary. Lydia's contribution did not seem great, as James had, only the Saturday past, noticed her in Meryton in the company of militia officers. Jane's recovery had been quick and, if not allowed to assist in the nursing, she was able to contribute in the other household activities. Elizabeth, when he spoke with her the day before, appeared tired but in good spirits and greatly in want of rest.

They had barely entered the house when it became obvious that something of serious moment had taken place. Mr. Bennet's voice could be heard and he was obviously exceedingly angry and, although James could clearly hear but one word in two, it seemed that the source of his anger was Miss Lydia. Elizabeth and Jane quickly joined them in the parlour and closed the door, muffling the sounds of Mr. Bennet's tirade.

"What in G_d's name is the matter, Jane?" blurted Charles.

Jane looked at her sister then turned back to Charles, "I believe I must allow Lizzy to impart what has happened. She was more directly involved than I."

The two gentlemen turned to Elizabeth who plopped down in a chair and sighed.

"I shall ask that what I am about to say remain a family matter, although I have no doubt word of it will eventually escape Longbourn."

Charles and James nodded. They were to be family and it was their duty to protect the family's reputation - and their own.

"My sister, Lydia, was convinced to elope by George Wickham."

"She has not!" exclaimed Charles.

Jane shook her head, "She was discovered before she left the house."

James spoke to Elizabeth. "Please explain exactly what happened."

"You know, of course, that Kitty has been ill." She said, "She and Lydia share a room and Lydia was complaining that Kitty's coughing and restlessness was keeping her awake. So we moved Kitty into Mary's room and Mary slept with Lydia. We owe a great deal to Mary's acumen. Lydia has always prided herself on her ability to fool people. In truth, she has never learned to lie well and we almost always know when she is doing so. Mary grew suspicious last night. Lydia was acting unlike her usual self."

Elizabeth laughed wryly, "Mary said she became suspicious when Lydia suddenly became solicitous about her comfort, wanting to ensure she was warm, professing concern that Mary was tired. It was, Mary thought, quite unusual and she resolved to watch her closely and pretended to fall asleep. She admitted it proved difficult and that she did, in fact, drop off to sleep, but only lightly, for she was brought awake by the sound of their door closing. It must then have been an hour or so after they blew their candles out. From what we can understand, Lydia apparently rose, dressed, retrieved a satchel from under her bed and had left the room before Mary realized what had happened. She followed her, accosted her on the stairs and would not allow her to leave. Lydia struggled and Mary's calls for help woke me and then Jane - we sleep nearest the stairs."

"The uproar that resulted woke everyone else including my father, excepting only my mother and Kitty who had received special droughts from the apothecary to help them sleep. Lydia denied everything, would not answer questions until later this morning when Mary discovered a letter which Lydia had left atop her dresser. Here, you may read it yourselves."

She passed a letter to James. It was addressed to Mrs. Bennet.

Mama,

Lydia Bennet.

"Dear G_d!" muttered James as he passed the note to his brother. Elizabeth's anger was palpable.

"What a heartless, thoughtless letter to leave behind. But at least it shows she was serious in the object of her journey. Whatever he might afterwards persuade her to do, she, at least, anticipated marriage."

"What else might have taken place, Lizzy?" asked a surprised Jane.

Elizabeth and James exchanged glances and she chose to respond, "I know little of Mr. Wickham's character but, as he has only his salary to support him and her portion is meagre at best, I wonder at his desiring to marry her. It seems very imprudent to me - on either side - and while Lydia would give hardly a single thought to prudence, I cannot but wonder at his not doing so."

The sound of loud voices ceased and the silence was then punctuated by a slam of a door, followed by feet pounding their way up the stairs.

"Lydia has been sent to her room." said Elizabeth, "I must speak with Papa."

"We should probably go, James." murmured Charles.

James shook his head, "This matter will require my assistance and I suspect Jane would appreciate your presence."

Elizabeth had opened the door and was about to depart when James called out, "I would like to speak to your father, Elizabeth. Wickham must be dealt with and I believe I can assist."

She thought briefly, undoubtedly recalling his confrontation with Wickham, and then nodded sharply, "I shall speak with Papa."

She returned several minutes later.

"Papa would appreciate your counsel."

She led him to her father's study, knocked and showed him in and then sat beside him in front of her father's desk. Mr. Bennet's eyebrows rose at her presence.

"I believe I invited Captain Bingley, Lizzy." He said gruffly.

"You did, but I assume that you simply forgot to include me in the invitation."

James lips quirked in a smile, "I have no objection to Elizabeth's presence, Mr. Bennet. She may well be able to help."

Mr. Bennet looked dubious but declined to take exception to her company. He looked at James.

"Lizzy informs me that you and Mr. Wickham had a confrontation in Meryton some time past. That you warned him away from my daughters. It seems Mr. Wickham's memory is short or his character is much worse than we had surmised."

"I believe the latter to be the case, sir." He paused, "May I inquire as to your intentions?"

"I hardly know what to do. My first thought was to call the scoundrel out. . ."

"No, Papa!" Cried Elizabeth.

"Do not fear, Lizzy. Your old father is not so foolish as all that. No. No. Mr. Wickham is safe from me, or perhaps it is more truthful to say, I am safe from him."

"Would you relate to us what you have learned from Miss Lydia?"

There was not a great deal to relate. Wickham had met her frequently on her trips into Meryton and apparently by her design and his. She had quickly been persuaded to consider herself in love and that her father would not approve a marriage with Mr. Wickham due to the enmity of Captain Bingley. She greatly wished to be considered foremost amongst her sisters and, given her mother's continually stress on the importance of marriage, believed that she could achieve such importance if she were to marry Mr. Wickham. He had assured her of his affections and her own she did not question; and so, when he proposed to elope with her to Gretna Green, she could think of nothing that would be more gratifying.

"She is" groused Mr. Bennet, "even more foolish than I had allowed for."

"May I ask, sir, who knows the particulars of this matter?"

"I fear everyone in the house excepting my wife and Kitty, who remained confined to their beds. But it cannot be long before they will know as well."

"Keeping the matter secret is impossible, then."

"I fear so."

James sat in silent contemplation. If he was aware that the eyes of the room's other occupants were fixed on him, he gave no sign. Finally Mr. Bennet prodded him slightly.

"Do you have any suggestions, Captain?"

"I warned Wickham." He replied in a deliberate voice, "and now I must consider how best to carry out my promise."

Mr. Bennet's curiosity would not allow the ensuing silence to persist overlong.

"What had you considered as suitable punishment?"

James laughed harshly, "I am on quite good terms with the officers of the Impress Service. I had thought to have Mr. Wickham volunteer to join the Royal Navy."

Mr. Bennet was startled. "I do not think he would join voluntarily, Captain."

"I had not anticipated seeking his permission, Mr. Bennet."

Elizabeth's voice was fierce, "How would you arrange it, James. . .Captain Bingley?"

"Mr. Wickham is a militia officer. There is rarely, from my limited experience, any problem with an officer resigning his commission or having it removed from him. He has it at the discretion of his commanding officer, in this case, Colonel Forster. I thought to make him acquainted with Wickham's action, convince him to remove him as an officer and then simply arrange for Mr. Wickham to travel to London to be impressed."

Mr. Bennet looked dubious. "What kind of life should he encounter?"

"A harsh one, to be sure. Life below decks on a warship is far, far from easy. The men are rough, uncouth and occasionally savage, the officers are generally better but conditions are sometimes brutal and there is always the risk of dying in battle."

"Much as I might want to see Mr. Wickham punished," said Elizabeth slowly, "I am not convinced that his actions merit punishment of such severity."

Captain Bingley considered his betrothed and her father. They lived in such a genteel, placid society here in Hertfordshire as to be quite blind to the dangers that someone like Wickham represented.

"Miss Elizabeth, you have realized, I am sure, that Wickham did not intend to marry your sister."

She nodded as did Mr. Bennet, although somewhat slower and more reluctantly.

"Do you comprehend her probable fate if they had journeyed to London?"

Neither Elizabeth nor her father deigned to answer.

James sighed deeply, "I believed there to be several possibilities. He might have thought to approach my brother and me to persuade us to arrange a marriage - at a suitable cost to us, of course; or he might simply abandon Miss Lydia in London and disappear. Her fate in such circumstances would not be pleasant. In either case, his behaviour is reprehensible and merits the strongest of reprisals. That is simply my opinion. I might note that should he remain unpunished, there is no guarantee that he would not try something further."

"If - and I only say if - I decide to do nothing?"

"Then, sir, I shall arrange that Mr. Wickham is suitably chastised."

Mr. Bennet eyebrows rose but the captain would say nothing further on the matter and simply waited for him to arrive at decision.

"Lizzy, what are your thoughts on the matter?"

She was slow to answer, "I do not wish my sisters to live in such fear of the man, and yet I wonder how much we should attempt. His plan was foiled after all."

"I have experience with such men, Miss Elizabeth. They have an unusual flaw, they never expect to be held to account, and the more they do for which they are not punished, the stronger their belief that they will escape retribution in the future. I believe Wickham is just such a man and I would not wish him around you or any of your sisters."

Mr. Bennet had been listening quietly to his daughter and her captain and suddenly sat upright causing the others to look at him in surprise.

"I believe," he said with some hesitation, "that the question of Mr. Wickham's punishment is moot. You, Captain Bingley, threatened him, did you not? Yes, of course you did! Would he not expect you to carry out your threat once you learned of his part in the business? Of course he would! Would he remain here in Hertfordshire in such a case? I strongly doubt it, sir! I strongly doubt it. He intended to leave, taking Lydia and has done so, even without her. I am sure of it. He is gone. You may count on that, Captain Bingley. And we should count ourselves fortunate that no lasting harm befell us."

And so it proved to be. The chaise Wickham had rented returned later that day and the driver could confirm only that he had carried his passenger no further than Hatfield. Subsequent investigation revealed that a man fitting Mr. Wickham's description had hired a hackney to take him to London. Colonel Forster, when apprised of Mr. Wickham's activities, was most seriously displeased as were several of Mr. Wickham's fellow officers who were left with his vowels and no expectations of receiving the considerable sums he owed them.

Mrs. Bennet was never fully informed of the events that took place that night. To her it was given out that Mr. Wickham had hoped to lure her daughter into an elopement but she had thought better of it at the last minute and informed her father. Lydia was required to agree to this version of the story on pain of losing her allowance and the privilege of attending any entertainments for a year. As it was, her privileges were circumscribed severely: she could not venture into Meryton unless accompanied by her father or Mary and all entertainments were strictly forbidden for the next three months. Since this encompassed not being allowed to attend the ball that Mr. Bingley proposed to hold before his marriage to her sister, Lydia was excessively unhappy and believed herself greatly put upon. Longbourn's servants were told a similar tale as were any of the Bennet's acquaintances who inquired into the matter. When Mrs. Bennet related the same story with her friends, it gradually was accepted for no reason other than it was impossible for them to believe Mrs. Bennet capable of dissembling. Mrs. Bennet's greatest discontent arose from those restrictions placed on her darling Lydia for which she was never to receive a satisfactory explanation.

Saturday, December 14, 1811

James wondered if Elizabeth found their engagement period as frustrating as he did. They were to be married in a fortnight but, since the episode with Lydia, it seemed that the demands placed on her time were for the satisfaction of everyone but himself. He quite understood that a bride needed to assemble her wedding clothes and that doing so required time and effort. However, Mrs. Bennet appeared to believe that it was impossible to visit their neighbours too frequently to display the Bennet family's good fortune in having a daughter wed to such an eligible gentleman. It went, of course, without saying that such visits would be pointless unless Elizabeth accompanied her. As well, should any neighbour feel obliged by the dictates of propriety to return Mrs. Bennet's call, it would not do to have Elizabeth unavailable; and so she was confined to Longbourn. The only times that he and Elizabeth were able to spend together with some degree of privacy were on their morning walks before the rest of the family was awake. Unfortunately, the weather had rarely cooperated being so cold and windy that, more often than not, they dared not venture out of the house. Moreover, when they did, Mr. Bennet had imposed stricter chaperonage restrictions wishing them to stay within sight of the house and, as always, accompanied by a maid.

James had managed a few discrete intimacies with Elizabeth, although the opportunity to kiss her again had not been vouchsafed. He had, so far, to be content with kissing the back of her hand, a few light, fleeting caresses of her arm or back and once her cheek. It was all he dared for they were under constant scrutiny. Their sole kiss had suggested that Elizabeth was far from indifferent to him and her discomposure and flushes when he attempted those small intimacies suggested that she was not averse to them.

Tonight he was visiting as usual at Longbourn and for once none of their neighbours had been invited for the evening. By some perversity of good fortune, they found themselves alone in the parlour. It was Elizabeth who first noticed the absence of company and, innocently enough, brought it to James' attention.

"It seems that we have been gifted with a rare moment of privacy, James."

His attention had been so focused on her lips and the delightful prospect of kissing them and concomitant the need to restrain himself that he had not comprehended her words immediately. Once he had done so, a quick scan of the room proved them true and, as the situation was very much in harmony with his wishes, he proceeded to act accordingly - as any young man in love with a beautiful woman might be expected to do. Her sensibilities, however, he could not disregard.

"Unless you tell me otherwise, Elizabeth, I shall kiss you."

Her eyes widen in surprise but she said nothing and her lips curled upwards. He slipped his left arm around her shoulders to draw her closer and his right hand moved to cup her face. His lips descended and claimed hers. It was a gentle kiss at first but his own passion would not allow it to remain so and it became increasingly demanding. She was hesitant at first, unsure of how to respond but as his lips moved against hers, he could feel her responding. When her hand moved behind his head to hold him close, he allowed the reins of his desire to slip a little more and she met him, slowly, cautiously but her own passion rose to meet his. It was a need to breathe that finally separated them but he could not desist from covering her eyes and cheeks with kisses before returning to her lips. Her response was immediate and when he finally released her lips, she would hardly let him go, lingering and prolonging the contact before finally, with a small moue of displeasure, allowing him to do so. He leaned his forehead against hers.

"It is, dearest Elizabeth, a very good thing that we shall have to wait only a fortnight more to be wed. You can have no doubt of my love for you."

"I would not have you doubt mine either, James, but I have to admit I can only marvel at how quickly our courtship has taken place. I have not known you a month and yet we are to marry in a fortnight. While it seems wildly precipitous, it also seems exactly as it should be. I would not have it any other way but how it came about so soon is beyond my comprehension."

Their privacy was at that moment disturbed by the appearance of Mary Bennet whose visage made clear her disapproval that they were not being chaperoned. He doubted not that, had she seen them kissing, her disapproval would have been given voice but, as there was nothing untoward about their behaviour now, she found nothing of which to complain. It was fortunate that her understanding did not encompass the significance of their flushed countenances and slightly swollen lips and, as a consequence, while she did not approve of the closeness with which they sat, she chose to ignore it. However, as her presence would not permit conversation of a personal nature, Elizabeth thought it best to discuss a subject which she had planned to explore before being so agreeably distracted for they had begun to discuss his business.

"Why" she inquired, "did you choose Liverpool instead of London which I would have thought the more logical place from which to operate?"

"I am not convinced," he replied, "that I can provide a wholly logical answer. Liverpool has excellent dock facilities and it is perhaps slightly cheaper to operate there than in London. They were factors, to be sure, but I suppose that the few times I visited London I was not impressed. It is excessively large, excessively noisy and excessively crowded. I considered several places - Bristol and Portsmouth to name but two - but settled on Liverpool as most conforming to my business needs and, as it is not unattractive, the most comfortable. Its closeness to Manchester, where much of my cargo originates, was an added attraction. It also has a feature which I believe you will appreciate."

At Elizabeth's quizzical expression he chuckled, "It is little more than a day's travel to the Lake District."

"Oh! Excellent! Why we might visit there quite easily."

Mrs. Bennet chose that minute to bustle into the room and the captain was her target for it had suddenly dawned on her that he had not informed her who, from his family, might be attending the wedding. He was quick to reassure her.

"I would not expect anyone, apart from my brother and sisters, to attend. I have written my relatives in the north to advise them of the wedding but, as the distance is so very great and travel difficult at this time of the year, I have no expectation that any of them will be present."

James had heard Mrs. Bennet state on more than one occasion that she expected her married daughters to throw their unmarried sisters in the path of other wealthy young men with whom their husbands were acquainted. He could only suppose, from the disappointed look on Mrs. Bennet's countenance, that she had harboured hopes that several such gentlemen would attend the wedding. His supposition proved accurate although the direction her thoughts tended did surprise him.

"Elizabeth, you must have Kitty visit you when you are settled. I am sure you can introduce her to some suitable gentlemen." She turned to James with a rather worried look, "I assume they have assemblies in Liverpool. It is so far north one does not know what society is like."

"I assure you, Madam, that Liverpool has a sufficiency of society for anyone."

"Mama, I am sure Kitty will be quite welcome when James and I have established ourselves. Perhaps in the autumn. . ."

"In the autumn? No. No. There is no reason why she should not join you in the spring." Mrs. Bennet's voice had taken on a garrulous, unpleasant note but Elizabeth's response was firm.

"I shall be much too busy setting up a new household to have any great concern with society, Mama. Kitty will be welcome in the autumn."

"But you might be. . .unable to host her then." Mrs. Bennet looked slightly embarrassed and quickly began speaking of her plans for the wedding breakfast. James was puzzled by Elizabeth's flush and, once assured that Mrs. Bennet's attention was directed elsewhere, inquired of Elizabeth, "What has discomposed you so?"

She simply shook her head, refusing to answer and their situation did not allow him to press her on the matter. He saw nothing in what Mrs. Bennet said that would cause such a response and subsequent conversation quite drove it from his mind. Soon enough it was time for Charles and James to depart. The freezing temperatures required them to wait for their carriage in the front hall and the presence of Mary Bennet discouraged the exchange of anything but the most proper civilities - to the disappointment of the two betrothed couples. It was only after they had been married some months and Elizabeth had informed him of the prospective increase in their family that she revealed her mother's expectations that her daughter would be with child by the autumn.

"She was very accurate, was she not, James?"

"I suppose" he replied, "that your mother is allowed to be right. . . occasionally.

Chapter Ten

Posted on 2016-05-02

Monday December 23, 1811

Mrs. Bennet had the pleasure of receiving her brother and his wife, who came as usual to spend Christmas at Longbourn and, this year, to attend Elizabeth's wedding. Mr. Gardiner was a sensible, gentlemanlike man, greatly superior to his sister by nature and education. The Netherfield ladies would have had difficulty in believing that a man who lived by trade, and within view of his own warehouses, could have been so well bred and agreeable. Mrs. Gardiner, who was several years younger than Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Philips, was an amiable, intelligent, elegant woman, and a great favourite with all her Longbourn nieces. Between the two eldest and herself especially, there subsisted a very particular regard. They had frequently stayed with her in town.

The first part of Mrs. Gardiner's business on her arrival, was to distribute her presents and describe the newest fashions. When this was done, she had a less active part to play. It became her turn to listen. Mrs. Bennet had much happy news and one grievance to relate, and despite the fact that two of her daughters were to marry, the manner in which that was to be accomplished left her with much to complain of. It was firmly fixed in her mind that she had not been afforded sufficient time to prepare for Elizabeth's wedding and the affair would reflect poorly on her and the Bennet family.

"They would not heed me, sister. I have been allowed but three weeks to arrange Lizzy's wedding - three weeks when three months would hardly been enough time. But so it is. Those who have been most poorly used are not allowed to complain. How I am to bear the mortification, I do not know. No flowers, sister! No flowers are to be had and Mr. Bennet will not allow me to send for them from London."

Mrs. Gardiner murmured something unintelligible. Mrs. Bennet was pleased to have a sympathetic ear and needed nothing more.

"It is not fitting, sister. A man of Captain Bingley's consequence surely deserves a more than the simple arrangements I have been forced to accept. He is, I am told, as wealthy as his brother although he earns it in trade. Mr. Bennet assures me he is a gentleman although how that can be so, I do not understand."

"I believe he is considered a gentleman because he was a captain in the Royal Navy."

"Yes! Yes! I suppose it must be so, particularly if the king has deemed him such. I must confess I do not understand why it should be so."

Mrs. Gardiner thought to divert her sister's thoughts to Jane's good fortune.

"I understand the captain's brother is a very amiable gentleman."

"Indeed he is, sister. Most amiable. Jane has done very well but I always knew it would be so. I was sure that as soon as he met her, he would wish to marry her and so he did. If only I could convince him to delay their wedding to April, I would have nothing more to wish for; but he will not allow it to be so and Jane is being so disobliging as to side with him on the matter. Why, do you know she wished to marry with Elizabeth? A double wedding! In three weeks? Fortunately, I was able to dissuade her but she would insist on marrying as soon as her sister could return from Liverpool."

Mrs. Gardiner looked puzzled.

"Oh, Lizzy must travel to Liverpool to inspect houses with Captain Bingley for he has been living in an apartment which is quite unsuitable for a married man. He has assured me that his solicitor has already found a half dozen homes for their inspection. If only Lizzy had delayed her wedding, I might travel with them to lend her my assistance for I am sure she has no idea of what to look for and you know her tastes in furnishings? Well, she will not have it so and I cannot afford to leave with all the arrangements that must be made for Jane. You know, do you not, that Mr. Bingley is to hold a ball to honour his engagement? What a tribute to Jane! And Netherfield is the finest home in the neighbourhood and Jane is to be its mistress."

Mrs. Bennet might well have been content to continue in this vein for some time alternating praising her daughters for the fine gentlemen they had secured and complaining that they gave no thought to their mother's nerves by ordering their marriages to take place so precipitously. Mrs. Gardiner finally felt compelled to interrupt.

You have every reason to be pleased, sister. Your daughters have done very well for themselves. I am looking forward to meeting their gentlemen."

Mrs. Bennet's pleasure in the marriages of two of her daughters did not extinguish her dismay that a third prospect had escaped.

"Yes! Yes! We should expect them later. But, Mary! Oh, sister! It is very hard to think that she might have been Mr. Collins's wife by this time, had not it been for Mr. Collins' perverseness. I am sure he would have made her an offer if she had been more assiduous in her attentions, for after he learned that Lizzy was being courted, he should have directed his attentions to Mary, but did he do so? No indeed, and Mary did not help him at all. I am sure that she could have secured him if she had tried. The consequence of it is that Lady Lucas will have a daughter married instead, and that Longbourn estate is just as much entailed as ever. The Lucases are very artful people indeed, sister. They are all for what they can get. I am sorry to say it of them, but so it is. It makes me very nervous and poorly, to be thwarted so in my own family for Mr. Collins has used me very ill after assuring me he wished to marry one of my daughters. And to have neighbours who think of themselves before anybody else. However, your coming just at this time is the greatest of comforts, and I am very glad to hear what you tell us, of long sleeves."

Mrs. Gardiner, to whom the chief of this news had been given before, in the course of Jane and Elizabeth's correspondence with her, made her sister a slight answer and, in compassion to her nieces, turned the conversation to a discussion of their betrothed.

The meeting of the Gardiners with James and Charles Bingley took place later that afternoon, for the gentlemen had been invited to dinner with the express purpose of making those very introductions which took place as soon as they entered the parlour. James saw Elizabeth's sly look at him, to see how he bore it. That the Gardiners were her favourite relatives, he knew already and that she esteemed them both greatly had been as readily vouchsafed. If he had any reservations it was simply that, perhaps without realizing it, he had a vision of Mr. Gardiner as a male version of Mrs. Bennet. In this he was pleased to be disappointed, for it had taken but a few minutes of conversation to recognize Mr. Gardiner's intelligence, taste and good manners. This was the gentleman his sisters had so disparaged and he was heartily ashamed of them. Mrs. Gardiner was her husband's equal in every measure and he could only be gratified to acquire such relatives by his marriage.

Over the course of the days leading up to the wedding, the Gardiners were given many opportunities to become better acquainted with the Bingley brothers. James felt that he was an object of greater interest than his brother and suspected the reason might lie in the speed with which his courting of Elizabeth had taken place. It was clear to him that she held a special place in their regard and from the nature of the questions addressed to him, they wished to assure themselves that he would take proper care of her. As their wishes accorded with his own, he was more than ready to satisfy their curiosity and, as they were discrete and proper in their probing, he found no reason to be offended. It was, in fact, when Mr. Gardiner was questioning about his career in the Royal Navy that a firm link was established between them, for Mr. Gardiner was much interested in naval history, devoured the Naval Chronicle and was extremely interested in the battle of Trafalgar having read several accounts of it. Once he learned James had been present at the battle, nothing would do but that he recount the whole of it from start to finish. This the captain was happy to do although, as he warned Mr. Gardiner, "My frigate was not actually involved in the fighting for we did not stand in the line of battle and were in danger only when the storm arose." Nonetheless, Mr. Gardiner would have it all and the telling took much of an afternoon, the use of the dining table to lay out the various ships and the course of the fighting. His descriptions drew a surprising number of spectators, including Charles, who was heard to mutter afterwards to Jane, "I have seen James on countless occasions over the past three years and never once has he spoken of the battle. I did not even know he was there."

It is not to be supposed that two men whose businesses overlapped would not take advantage of the opportunity to discuss subjects of mutual interest to see if they could be furthered. It was Mr. Gardiner who first broached the matter one evening as the gentlemen were enjoying their port after dinner and, as they determined that there were areas that could prove beneficial to them both, it was resolved that when the Bingleys had firmly established themselves in Liverpool, the Gardiners would visit, merging the desire to advance their respective business affairs with the opportunity to visit a most-beloved niece. The ladies were consulted on the matter and it was soon decided that Easter would be opportune for everyone. Mrs. Bennet, when apprised of their intentions, insisted upon Kitty accompanying the Gardiners, and James and Elizabeth had little choice but to concede the point.

Thursday, December 27, 1811

Happy was the day that Mrs. Bennet saw her most troublesome daughter married and to a gentleman who, if her husband was to believed, would be worth as much, and possibly more, than the man she had long hoped to secure for her eldest and most beautiful daughter. And, even if his income was tarnished by its association with trade, his demeanour and comportment was as genteel as that of her own brother and Charles Bingley. Moreover, he had agreed, along with his brother, to provide for her and her daughters after Mr. Bennet's passing and, if he could not inherit Longbourn, such security was almost satisfactory compensation and for that Mrs. Bennet would hold him in the greatest favour.

"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 several times before, and she could not help looking away from the rector and focusing on the man with whom she 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 the speaker, 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 was still somewhat tenuous but was strengthening day-by-day and would be stronger still when this ceremony was complete. 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 the rector addressed James.

"James Bingley, 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?"

James' voice 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 James, "I will."

"Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?"

"I do," said Mr. Bennet, and, releasing her hand to the rector, he stepped back to join the others standing around James and Elizabeth who turned to face each other. Taking Elizabeth's hand, the rector placed it in James' and commanded James to say after him:

"I, James, 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 James released Elizabeth's hand, and the rector took James' right hand, giving it to Elizabeth to hold in hers, while he directed her to repeat after him: "I, Elizabeth, take thee James, 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."

Charles placed the ring on the Bible held by the rector who then gave the ring to James. It was, at Elizabeth's request, a simple gold band. James lifted Elizabeth's left hand and slid the ring onto her third 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 this man for the rest of her life. She raised her eyes once more to meet those of James 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."

He 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 the rector 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."

The rector took the right hand of both Elizabeth and James, and looking out at the assembly of family and friends, intoned, "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 James 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 James had been waiting for. 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. Jane, with tears streaming down her cheeks, embraced Elizabeth and then James.

"I can now call you brother." She said through her tears.

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 James 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 Bingley or Mrs. James Bingley.

The bride and groom were everything they should be - handsome, very much in love and eager to leave all company behind. James Bingley wished to depart for Liverpool and had determined that they must do so by noon or else risk not arriving at the inn, where rooms had been reserved for them, until it was dark. Mrs. Bennet was reluctant to lose their company for there was always another neighbour to whom she wished to introduce her married daughter and her new son, despite the fact that the neighbour had made their acquaintance several times over the past weeks. But James would not be persuaded to tarry. If Mrs. Bennet was unhappy that the couple would not delay their departure, Mr. Bennet could hardly bear the thought of losing his favourite daughter.

He had come to respect James Bingley a great deal. He could not say that he understood him well for the captain's upbringing and profession were a mystery to him. They simply had no points of common reference - other than a strong regard for Elizabeth. Even Mr. Darcy, who he had met only briefly was not an unfamiliar object. University trained, owner of an estate and, though admittedly of much greater consequence than Mr. Bennet, he was nonetheless someone to whom he could relate. Captain Bingley was very much an enigma. To be liked, most assuredly - for he was an extremely amiable gentleman; respected, undoubtedly - for his success in his professions and for his willingness to care for his daughter and the Bennet family; understood - that was a much more difficult proposition and one that Mr. Bennet was unsure he could ever solve. And yet his most beloved daughter was now the man's wife, had bound herself to him and appeared increasingly comfortable in his company. Mr. Bennet envied her that success. It was the company of Mr. Gardiner that had, to a degree, bridged the gap between himself and Captain Bingley for Mr. Gardiner had a foot in either camp and, if not directly involved in the same businesses as the Captain, there was some commonality of interests and so, between the three of them, they could support an interesting and lively conversation. He could only hope that time and opportunity would bring him closer but, for now, James Bingley was leaving him the poorer for the loss of his daughter's companionship. If he had been able to develop a better understanding of James Bingley he might feel less worried about consigning Elizabeth to his care but, as it was, he must trust his daughter's judgement and that was decidedly in James Bingley's favour. He embraced her once again and not bothering to hide his tears and James pretended he did not see them.

They reached the first inn on their journey slightly before dark. They refreshed themselves, enjoyed a light meal and now it was time to retire for the evening. They walked in silence until they reached the door of her bedchamber where she turned to him saying, "Come to me in a half hour." He could only nod and watch as the door of their bedchamber closed before hurrying to his own rooms to bathe and ready himself.

A half hour later, dressed only in loose breeches and a dark blue robe, he waited, sitting on the settee in front of the window that overlooked the courtyard. Watching the casual movements of the stablehands but wrapped in his thoughts, he was not aware of the passage of time until he suddenly thought to check his watch. She had been waiting for him! He hurried to enter her room. The flicker of movement on the edge of his vision alerted him to her presence and he turned to face her. She had had taken but a step or two when she was stopped by his upflung hand. "Please, Elizabeth . . . do not move."

James 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." 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, "I was beginning to despair of your joining me."

He answered by 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 James, "I believe, sir, it is time for you to take me to your bed." He 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 an urgent necessity 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. Putting on her nightgown she rushed to her dressing room to relieve and clean herself. When she returned to the bedroom it was to find James 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 James 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 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 seven in the morning. I shall have them arrange a breakfast for us in the sitting room."

This received Elizabeth's approval and he left the room to have hot water supplied and arrange a breakfast. Elizabeth returned to her dressing room to bathe and dress. After soaking in the tub for near a half hour, Elizabeth allowed herself to be toweled dry and thoroughly cosseted by her husband. Dressed in her most comfortable travelling gown and with her hair washed and pinned up with the assistance of one of the inn's maids, she joined James for breakfast.

They could not linger over their meal and before the hour reached nine, they were once more on the road to Liverpool. The journey was long; however, as there was no pressing reason to hurry their arrival, James had allowed four days instead of three for the trip. Frequent stops to rest the horses and refresh themselves made the journey less taxing, and the plenitude of topics to be discussed and the freedom that privacy allowed to be intimate, made the passage of time very tolerable. Two more nights were spent at inns with much the same enjoyment as the first. So comfortable were their lodgings and so easy was their travel that they arrived in Liverpool in spirits as good as when they left Longbourn.

James had secured lodgings for them in the most respectable hotel in Liverpool which they were to inhabit until they returned for her sister's wedding. It was a large suite complete with dressing rooms, a bed chamber and a sitting room. When they entered their suite, Elizabeth was introduced to a rather unusual individual. He was a square built man of only medium height but almost as broad as he was tall, weathered complexion and an assortment of whitish scars on his hands and face that, if they did not disfigure him, certainly made his appearance quite remarkable and formidable.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Sweetapple, Elizabeth. He was my personal cox'un and has followed me into retirement. He's just returned from visiting his family in Scarborough which I gave him leave to do when I travelled to London on business. He'll tend to me and assist about the house."

Elizabeth greeted Mr. Sweetapple pleasantly and he bowed without saying a word before returning to the task of unpacking Captain Bingley's belongings.

"Sweetapple will accompany you whenever you leave the house and I am unavailable for the duty." James tone was such as to allow for no opposition and Elizabeth had no intention of gainsaying him on the matter. Her Uncle Gardiner would never allow her to go out without a footman attending her. She could wish for no less from her husband. She smiled cheerfully as she said, "I may then consider myself most secure for I cannot believe there to be finer protection than that afforded by yourself or Mr. Sweetapple."

James relaxed. He had wondered if she might chafe at being so encumbered and was once more pleased at her easy practicality.

"We shall have to acquire a ladies maid for you, Elizabeth."

She gave the matter some thought. She had missed the ready assistance of her sisters in dressing and fixing her hair and a maid would certainly be useful.

"I think that to be an excellent idea, although I doubt my needs will require all of her time. Perhaps an upstairs maid with some experience in assisting a lady would do."Elizabeth remembered the elegant ladies that attended James' sisters. "I do not need a superior creature as those which tend your sisters, James."

He laughed and agreed with her and between them it was resolved that, while inspecting potential homes was the first priority, agencies would be canvassed to supply suitable candidates for a maid.

The following week was spent visiting the various homes that had been identified for their consideration. The solicitor had found a round dozen but they were not required to inspect them all. Several had been eliminated immediately as being too far from James' offices, for as Elizabeth was quick to assert, "If it is a matter of a superior house that will require you to travel two hours a day to your office in comparison to one that can be reached in a quarter of that time or less, I will choose the latter, provided it is in a respectable location and suitable to our needs and position."

There remained some eight houses to view, two of which were rejected upon being seen from the outside only, for the signs of damage, poor maintenance and general neglect were obvious. The others must be inspected minutely and a full week and multiple visits to two of the houses was required for the effort. A house was finally settled on that was satisfactory to them both and was in easy distance of James' office.

"We have two weeks before we must leave for Longbourn, James. Whatever shall we do with ourselves?" Elizabeth looked at her husband through her eyelashes. As they were quite alone, Mr. Sweetapple and Emily, Elizabeth's maid, having left for their own quarters, James made it quite obvious how she might expect to pass the next hour or so.

As enjoyable as it might have been, not all of the fortnight that followed could be spent in the bed chamber. James was required to visit his office and there was a sufficiency of matters to claim his attention for much of the day. Fortunately, once a house had been settled on, the question of its furnishings and staff must be dealt with, and for this Elizabeth required only the assistance of her housekeeper who had arrived with her husband several days after her new mistress. Between them, the house was more closely inspected, rooms in want of fresh paint or a thorough cleaning, or both, identified and lists made of the articles of furniture and furnishings required for each room. While James was kept apprised of her undertakings, he was content to leave the matter in her hands and, when he later saw the results, was quite happy to have done so. Only his study required his input and as his wants were simple - a solid large desk, several comfortable armchairs and enough bookcases to meet his current and future needs, for as he told Elizabeth,

"This may be my study but it is large enough to serve as a library and I would never object to your presence while I worked."

"Even should I prove to be a distraction?" She teased.

"Particularly should you prove to be a distraction, dearest." He paused as he leaned closer, "The door is large, solid and possesses a stout lock should we require it."

She blushed, looked slightly scandalized and then intrigued. "I believe I shall remember this, James. Indeed I shall."

Finally it was time to return for her sister's wedding. They would be gone for more than a week and when they returned it would be to their own home. Mrs. Blake, their housekeeper, was confident that all would be ready by then and Elizabeth had worked closely enough with her over the past weeks to feel confident in leaving the tasks that remained in her hands. She was not looking forward to their trip to Longbourn. What had taken four days to complete when they came to Liverpool, James hoped to accomplish in three.

Tuesday, January 28, 1812

Netherfield Park was aglow. Miss Bingley had deigned to return to act as her brother's hostess. Charles had initially inquired of Elizabeth to perform the office which she was forced to refuse, for the tasks she faced in Liverpool could not be deferred and so Miss Bingley it was to be. That she was unhappy at the situation was clear to everyone; however, she had learned that she could not risk the disapprobation of both her brothers and moderated her behaviour greatly.

Unfortunately, she chose, accompanied by a gentleman for whom she harboured expectations, to approach Elizabeth during the evening when the latter had sent her husband off for refreshments.

"I understand, Elizabeth, that your house is close to James' offices." Miss Bingley turned to her companion, "I greatly regret that my eldest brother has not followed Charles' example and acquired an estate."

"I am surprised at your saying so, Miss Bingley." Elizabeth refused to pretend a closeness existed where there was none. She would not call Caroline Bingley 'Sister' or 'Caroline'.

"You can hardly deny that he is engaged in trade."

"I make no such attempt. I am proud of my husband. He may be in trade but he remains a gentleman."

Miss Bingley pursed her lips but remained silent.

"Or do you not accept the King's decision. Surely you did not set your opinion above his?" Elizabeth continued.

Caroline was silent but her companion was puzzled by Elizabeth's statement and did not hesitate to seek an explanation.

"It is quite simple, Sir." responded Elizabeth keeping her gaze fixed on Caroline's face. "His Majesty designated my husband a gentleman when he, through the Admiralty, promoted him to Post Captain." She smiled thinly at her sister-in-law, "and I doubt not he would think poorly of anyone who would question his judgement on the matter particularly if that person cannot by birth themselves claim such distinction."

Elizabeth had no further conversation with Caroline that evening to the satisfaction of both parties. She took a great deal of pleasure in her sister's obvious happiness, danced three times with her husband whose abilities appeared to improve with practice and enjoyed several dances with other gentlemen. She was unsure how it was accomplished but Kitty was under better regulation - due, Elizabeth was convinced, to the absence of Lydia who remained at home under punishment. Mrs. Bennet was beyond herself with pleasure but again the Gardiners appeared to be effective in muting her transports and she was, therefore, only mildly embarrassing to her family.

It was the next evening that another confrontation between Elizabeth and Caroline occurred. The latter had spent much of the day attempting to fix the interest of a Mr. Goldstone, a friend of Charles who had been invited to the wedding. He was a gentleman of some consequence, handsome appearance and in possession of an excellent estate worth some eight thousand a year. He treated Caroline with the same civility she had been accorded by Mr. Darcy and she afforded him her most excellent attentions. It was her unfortunate circumstance to have been overheard by James and Elizabeth disparaging several young ladies with whom Mr. Goldstone was acquainted. Her remarks were phrased in such a way as to compliment the ladies concerned but suggest that their accomplishments, while undoubtedly fine, were inferior to her own. Elizabeth could see that Mr. Goldstone was not pleased by Miss Bingley's remarks, although his own good manners would not allow him to rebuke her. Elizabeth remembered several instances when she stayed at Netherfield tending Jane when Caroline had behaved in a similar manner to Mr. Darcy. If her recollections were accurate, he had been equally displeased at her attentions and had chosen to overlook them - perhaps because of his friendship with Charles. Nonetheless, Elizabeth could not suppose that Caroline was furthering her own interest by such behaviour and resolved to speak with her when an occasion arose. Later that same evening, she and James approached her when she appeared to have been deserted by all of her other guests. Elizabeth spoke first.

"I had not thought to find you so much like my mother, Miss Bingley."

Caroline paled and could not think to reply.

James was not so disadvantaged and, struggling to suppress his amusement at his sister's discomfort, managed to ask, "How so, my dear. I admit I fail to see the resemblance."

"Mama often seeks to promote her daughters' interests by disparaging the attractions of other young ladies. Your sister appears to be of a similar mind and attempts to promote her interests by denigrating her rivals." Elizabeth' voice lost all traces of amusement as she continued, "I found such behaviour mortifying when I was the object of my mother's attempt at aggrandizement, and I find it equally as distasteful in your sister." She turned to Caroline, "May I suggest that, in future, you adopt the Golden Rule in conversation - say nothing of another that you would not want said of you."

James glanced around. No one appeared to be paying them particular attention, nor was there anyone close enough to overhear their conversation. He grasped Caroline's arm firmly.

"While we are being so very honest, Caroline, allow me to say that your current manner does not appear to have recommended you to any gentleman. You have been out for several years and have yet to secure an offer of marriage. Might I suggest that not only have your sights been set too high. For many of those in the circles in which you wish to move, your fortune will not offset those roots in trade you so deplore. Moreover, those men in that circle who might be inclined to overlook those conditions will not be attracted by your manners. If they are sensible enough to place more value on education and intelligence, they will not overlook a want of generosity in dealing with others. Amend your manners, Caroline, or be fated for disappointment."

James released his hold on Caroline and she staggered slightly away from. Her lips were a thin line and her face was cold. That she was affronted was clear. It was equally obvious that she did not accept her brother's rebuke, nor that of Elizabeth. She did not deign to answer and stalked away.

"Oh dear," said Elizabeth, "I fear that we need not expect an invitation to Caroline's wedding, should she marry."

"Unless it be to a duke, in which instance it will be sent to convey only her disdain for our advice."

Caroline chose to ignore her brother and his wife for the remainder of their visit and, as her company rarely ever provided any pleasure, the loss of it was regretted by neither Elizabeth nor James.

On the following day, Charles wed his beloved Jane. Once they had taken their leave from the wedding breakfast to begin their wedding trip, James and Elizabeth quietly made their own departure to begin their life together.

Theirs was a life blessed with children - many of them - health and the usual run of happiness and sorrows. Of the remaining characters in this story there is not a great deal to be said. Charles and Jane Bingley gave up the lease on Netherfield that summer, for too close a proximity to Mrs. Bennet was not conducive to the happiness of either and when an estate was found within an easy distance of Liverpool, Charles and his wife moved there without delay. Caroline did not join them, choosing instead to live with the Hursts.

Charles' friendship with Mr. Darcy suffered as a result of his marriage to Jane Bennet. Charles did invite Darcy to stand with him at his wedding; however, the invitation was declined politely. When Charles acquired his estate, an unfortunate set of circumstances apparently made it difficult for Darcy to provide the advice that was required to ensure effective management of it. James recognized that his brother's easy nature, while suited for life as a country gentleman, made him poorly equipped for the responsibilities associated with it. As a consequence, he undertook to ensure that a competent land agent was hired to oversee the estate and, with time and much effort, he was able to ensure that Charles became reasonably competent in those duties attached to his estate. Charles' relationship with Darcy improved after Darcy's wedding but it never returned to its former easy familiarity. Charles and Jane would occasionally visit the Darcys at Pemberley and the latter would visit in turn with them.

Mr. Bennet missed the company of Elizabeth greatly and was often induced to travel to Liverpool to visit before his death some fifteen years after her marriage. Mrs. Bennet could not be persuaded to travel so far and not even the thought of her grandchildren could induce her to leave Longbourn. She was often heard to exclaim that she thought her two eldest daughters had served her very poorly having settled so far away from her. That she had the company of Mary, who never married, and Lydia, whose marriage to a local shopkeeper was required after she was found in a compromising situation with him, was Mrs. Bennet's sole consolation.

Kitty, to her material advantage, travelled with the Gardiners when they journeyed to Liverpool to visit Elizabeth and James several months after their marriage, and she remained with them for some months before visiting Charles and Jane. Kitty made her home with her elder sisters and became, under their tutelage, less ignorant, less insipid and less irritable. Some years later she met and married a close acquaintance of James whose business was in Liverpool where she lived in reasonable comfort with her sons and daughters.

Of Caroline there is little. to be said. She did eventually marry and her husband was in possession of an estate; however, it was of modest size - three thousand a year - and quite remote from London and the society she most enjoyed. His reason for marrying was to acquire her fortune to improve his estate and to acquire an heir. In these matters she gave him no cause for complaint for he fathered two sons with her but domestic felicity was not to be found for either and, to the relief of both, they were able to so arrange their lives as not to be in each other's company more than ten minutes a day.

Of Wickham nothing more was ever heard - to the satisfaction of everyone; although James was overheard on more than one occasion, and usually after several glasses of his favourite whiskey, that he wished he had the chance to settle the man's situation to his satisfaction.

Epilogue

Posted on 2016-05-05

"A gentleman to see you, Ma'am."

Her butler held out the tray upon which a card lay. She picked it up and read with considerable surprise, "Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy".

She hesitated only briefly. It had been more than ten years since they met - at his wife's funeral, she recollected.

"Show Mr. Darcy in, Mr. Blake."

Darcy entered the room. He must be almost five and seventy she thought. He walked stiffly with the aid of a cane but the years had otherwise been kind to him. He remained a handsome man.

"I wish to extend my condolences, Mrs. Bingley, upon the passing of your husband. He was a fine gentleman. I must also apologize for the delay in doing so but I was in Scotland visiting my son and did not learn of it until a week ago."

She smiled and gestured to a chair. "Please sit, Mr. Darcy. I thank you for your kind words."

"I paid a short visit to Charles and your sister while I was travelling here. He looks well and your sister is as beautiful as ever."

"Jane never seems to change. And your sister, is she well? I seem to remember being told she was taken quite ill but was recovering."

"Georgiana is better but I confess I worry about her. That illness taxed her sorely and she has not gotten over it completely."

"She had her family around her and that is ever a comfort."

"And your children, Mrs. Bingley? They are all well?"

She laughed, "Indeed they are - all seven of them. I had never thought to be so blessed for they are a great comfort and a joy. And yours, Mr. Darcy? They are well?"

"Emma and I were perhaps not as fortunate as you and James but our two sons are good men and married well."

Darcy had married Emma Finlayson some five years after Elizabeth's marriage. While the James Bingleys and Darcys had only occasionally been in company together, Elizabeth had formed a good opinion of the woman. She had never inquired into the particulars of the Darcys courtship. It was none of her affair and, in fact, she had only learned of the marriage a year or two after it had taken place.

"I am glad to hear it." She replied.

"Do you live here by yourself?" He asked.

"No indeed. My eldest son and his wife and their children - well most of their children, for two are married with homes of their own - live with me. He is at his offices and Estelle and her daughters are out shopping."

"So you have grandchildren then?" He smiled at her and she marvelled how he became even more handsome when he did so. She wondered why he had not been so pleasant when she first knew him. Perhaps age and marriage had mellowed him. It had done so for her, she knew.

"My dear Mr. Darcy, I am an old woman now. I have a too many grandchildren to keep track of, and a great-grandchild - young Elizabeth is just a year old."

"I do not believe, Mrs. Bingley, that I can ever see you as an old woman. You were one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance when I first met you and I hold to that opinion even now."

She stared at him uncomprehendingly.

"You are surprised, Mrs. Bingley. Did you never understand I admired you?"

She shook her head. Speechless for long moments before finally managing to stutter, "Never. . .I thought. . .you said. . .I took your attitude to be one of disdain, if I must be honest. I found you more civil before you left Hertfordshire but admiration? How could that be?"

"It is only the truth, Mrs. Bingley." He replied, "I cannot, upon reflection, be overly surprised that you did not recognize my regard for I made every effort to conceal it from you. I had. . .well I did not wish to excite any expectations that I felt I could not fulfill."

"You were quite successful, Mr. Darcy, I assure you. I had no expectations of you at all; and, I must confess, I quite disliked you for much of your residence in Hertfordshire."

Darcy looked surprised. "Did James never tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"We met quite by accident some months after Charles' wedding to your sister and I confessed to him how fortunate he was to have recognized your value immediately and gotten to the point without delay. That he was lucky I was such a deliberate man, someone who did not act precipitously. Because by then I was certain then, just months after you married, that I too would have offered for you."

Elizabeth smiled to herself upon hearing Mr Darcy's confession, and thought that James must have truly enjoyed that conversation. She wondered how, after all these years, Darcy could still be so self-absorbed, so confident, so . . .certain she would have accepted him.

"No, Mr Darcy, my husband never mentioned it. It must have slipped his mind."

He accepted her words graciously, rose to take his leave, bowed over her hand and had turned to walk away when some impulse caused him to stop and turn back towards her. A small smile curled his lips.

"I have often wondered what might have happened had I chosen not to be so reticent, had instead attempted to gain your favour?"

Elizabeth's shrug was almost imperceptible. The questionable was unanswerable and she said as much.

"What is done, is done, Mr. Darcy. We can only dictate our actions. We can only live with the consequences that follow."

With that, Darcy bowed once more and took his leave. Shortly after his departure her eldest son entered the room.

"I have" he said, "thought to have father's portrait moved into your sitting room."

"Thank you. I could wish for nothing more, James."

And all thoughts of Mr. Darcy were banished and they were never to meet again.