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Chapter 21
Anne hesitated momentarily; however, with some sudden confidence, she ran after Colonel Fitzwilliam. Elizabeth watched Anne leave, then turned towards Victor, who sported a small smile as his hands touched his jaw where Colonel Fitzwilliam's fist had met his face. Elizabeth, a trifle surprised at his smile, shook her head guiltily. She had not foreseen this particular turn of events. She advanced closer and then softly caressed Victor's cheeks.
"I'm sorry."
Victor smiled. "Had you not foreseen this?"
Elizabeth shook her head in the negative. "Why, had you?"
Victor said, "Well, no, but it did not surprise me entirely."
"I must confess that it did take me by surprise," replied Elizabeth. "I had hoped that the Colonel would react with some degree of passion, but rest assured, I did not think he would hit you. Do you feel alright?"
"Yes, thank you," laughed Victor. He looked at Darcy. "Your cousin delivers quite a punch."
Darcy nodded. "Yes, he does, does he not?"
"I hope that Anne managed to catch up to him. He seemed to be in quite a rush to be gone."
"I do not blame him. He was embarrassed," pointed out Darcy. "He does not lose his temper very often."
"It's a wonder what true love can make one do," said Victor with a pointed glance at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth laughed self-consciously. "Indeed."
Victor was silent for a minute. "Well, Miss Bennet. I must be gone myself. I have some business to attend to."
"Of course," nodded Elizabeth. "Should I expect you here for dinner?"
"Wild horses could not keep me away," Victor informed her with a grin.
As Victor took his leave, Elizabeth sighed, "I hope all our troubles will not go to naught."
Darcy glanced at her. "As do I. I wonder if they are speaking now."
A mischievous fire lit in her eyes. "Should we attempt to find out?"
"Miss Bennet!" Darcy pretended to be shocked. "You are not suggesting what I think you are."
"I am afraid, Mr. Darcy, that I am," grinned Elizabeth. "Now, sir, you may either chose to come with me or stay behind. It is your choice."
Darcy smiled mischievously. "Need you even ask?"
"Let us proceed, then."
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Anne found herself running after the departed Colonel with astounding swiftness. Her anxiety gave speed to her feet and her beating heart momentum to her pace. She did not pause to think, or indeed, to experience the tumult of the emotions that were at that instant washing over her. Her intent at that time was only to pursue the Colonel and stop him before more damage was done to their relationship. She was running out of breath and breathing very heavily when she finally stumbled upon him. He was standing with his back towards her, staring at the garden. He glanced back when he heard her approaching and turned away again. Anne stood, motionless, silent and anxious. She knew not how to broach the subject. But she was saved from that trouble by the colonel himself.
He turned around and looked at her. "I am sorry."
Anne found hr voice. "No...it is not your fault."
"I am sorry that I hit him, though god knows, he deserves it." Colonel Fitzwilliam bit his lip. "You probably do not wish to hear it, but he does not deserve you, Anne. You are too gentle, too sweet, too honorable for him." Anne began to say something, but he waved his hand. "No, please, let me finish. I am not aware of what you feel for him, and if you truly love him, I shall..." He cleared his throat. "I shall attempt to like him, for your sake, but..."
"I don't love him," Anne finally interrupted him.
"I beg you pardon." He could not believe his ears.
"I don't love Victor. In fact, I despise him. This engagement is all my mother's invention."
"You must not trifle with me so, Anne," said the Colonel, advancing towards her ever so slowly.
"I am serious," she assured him. "I have no reason to lie."
"No, you do not," he smiled. "I am so relieved."
"Indeed," Anne said, suddenly filled with confidence. "And why so?"
Colonel Fitzwilliam cleared his throat. "Well...as you are undoubtedly aware, I am not exactly fond of Lord Sheffield."
"It did not escape my attention," smiled Anne. "But why? You are hardly acquainted with him."
"True."
"Then why do you hate him?"
"Because he is engaged to you, Anne." By this time, the Colonel was at an alarming proximity to Anne. "Is that not reason enough to hate him? He so easily obtained what I have not had the courage to seek for years. Can a man not envy that?"
Anne took in a sharp breath. "Oh," she muttered.
He took a few steps back to increase the distance between them. "I have overwhelmed you. This comes as unwelcome news. I am sorry that you had to learn of it in this manner. I did not intend for you to find out, ever."
Anne did not say a word. Mistaking her silence for rejection, he said, "I shall not bother you, Anne. I understand. Believe me, I do. I do not deserve you, either." With those words, he began walking away, slowly.
"Stop!" she commanded him. He stopped obediently and turned to face her. "Would you leave without receiving my answer?"
"I have no hope of a favorable one."
"You presume to read my mind?" she challenged.
"I am a pragmatic man. I know my chances."
"What if you were to be mistaken?" she said with a glint in her eyes.
The colonel studied her face. "I would be a fool; a very happy fool."
Anne reached out and touched his hand. "You are a fool."
"At any other time," laughed the Colonel. "I would take offense."
"But now?"
"I am the happiest man on earth...unless you are playing a cruel joke on me."
"'Tis no lie. I love you," Anne said solemnly. "And I have loved you for longer than I can recall."
"Oh Anne." Colonel Fitzwilliam took her hand and placed a tender kiss on it. "You cannot imagine how I have longed to hear those precious words though I never expected to be rewarded by them."
"Why did you doubt me so?"
"Because you, my dear, are an angel and I am entirely unworthy of you."
"And you, sir, must be blind" laughed Anne. "to think me an angel."
"'Tis true."
Anne shook her head. "No, I am unworthy of you."
"We could argue this particular subject for an eternity," Colonel Fitzwilliam smiled. "And to no avail." He paused. "What of, Victor?"
Anne sighed, "I shall rid myself of him as soon as possible."
Colonel Fitzwilliam nodded grimly. "I see."
"My mother will be furious, but I shall have to bear with her."
"Would she be any happier if she was assured of another engagement?"
Anne held her breath. "Perhaps."
"Then, Anne, will you do me the great honor of consenting to be my wife?"
"Colonel Fitzwilliam, with all my heart, yes."
The happiness of that moment diffused on his face in a radiant smile and twinkling eyes. "I have another request to make of you."
"Anything."
"Call me by my given name."
"Yes...Richard."
His smile broadened. "I have nothing more to wish for."
Anne smiled and then said in a high voice. "Elizabeth, Darcy, you can come out from the bushes now."
Colonel Fitzwilliam frowned in confusion as a sheepish Elizabeth and Darcy emerged from behind the bushes. Darcy looked at Richard with an apologetic smile. "It was her idea."
Elizabeth pouted slightly. "Well, perhaps it was." She paused. "But I understand that congratulations are in order." She hugged her friend. "Anne, I am so happy for you."
Anne smiled in return. "Thank you, Elizabeth. Needless to say, you were a great help. Poor Victor, is he alright?"
"Yes, but I dare say he shall never agree to any of my plans again!"
"Wait a minute," said Richard. "Am I correct in assuming that that particular scene was preordained."
"Yes," Darcy said. "It seemed as if there was no other way to make the two of you aware of what Miss Bennet and I saw so clearly."
"I should be angry, but you did save me a lot of heartache. Thanks Darcy, Miss Bennet."
"It was our pleasure, believe me," smiled Elizabeth.
"But the battle has not been won yet," reminded Anne. "My mother still stands in our way."
"There is always a solution, Anne," said Elizabeth.
"And that would be...?" Anne queried.
"You can elope!"
Before anyone could react, a servant appeared with a letter in hand. "This just arrived for you, Miss Bennet."
"Thank you, Meg," said Elizabeth. "Pray, excuse me." She slowly walked away.
Elizabeth tore open the letter and pursued its contents, gasping in surprise.
You did not think you could escape me with such ease, did you? The Inn, tonight. I shall be expecting you.
Chapter 22
Elizabeth gasped softly in surprise. She had no doubt as to the author of the note. Indeed, it would have been entirely too fortuitous if her past had not come knocking at her door. She wondered what he wanted from her. Well, that is to say, she knew what he wanted, but she only wished she knew why. Elizabeth sighed. She was rather surprised at how well she was taking what would otherwise have been disturbing news. Did it bespeak well of her to have removed herself so much from her past and the tenderness of her heart that now she was devoid of any emotion? She did not know. Perhaps it was better this way. At least, it ensured that her bruised heart would not suffer another such injury.
"Elizabeth, are you well?" Anne inquired, approaching her.
Quickly, hiding the note, Elizabeth turned towards her friend with a smile. "Yes."
"Are you certain?" Anne persisted, studying her friend's face intently. "What was that note? What did it say?"
"Nothing," said Elizabeth hurriedly. "Nothing of importance, that is."
"Anne, will you accompany me inside?" Colonel Fitzwilliam said, moving towards them.
"Of course," smiled Anne. She glanced at Elizabeth. "Are you coming?"
"No, you go ahead. I shall join you presently."
Anne and Fitzwilliam went inside, but Darcy stood motionless. Elizabeth watched them depart and sighed to herself. She looked at Darcy and exchanged bemused grins. "Have you ever seen such a happy couple?"
"No, indeed," agreed Darcy.
Elizabeth smiled. "I am so happy for her, Mr. Darcy. She deserves to be happy and I am convinced only Colonel Fitzwilliam shall make her so. They are truly in love. It is such a beautiful thing."
"It is, is it not?" murmured Darcy more to himself than to her. He watched Elizabeth sigh again and stare at nothingness. Instantly, he was aware of the glimmer of anxiety in her eyes and the faint lines of concern on her face. Having studied her from afar for so long, he was intimately acquainted with her facial expressions and her present situation informed him that something was amiss. "So, what did that note say?"
Elizabeth looked at him with surprise. "Nothing."
"I don't believe you," said Darcy. "You seem upset. I can see it."
"Well, you are mistaken, Mr. Darcy," said Elizabeth, a little discomfited.
"Really? I beg to differ. Who was it from?"
"I don't think that is any of your business," Elizabeth informed him.
"Come, Miss Bennet, we have made amends and become friends. Will you not share your worries with me, as a friend?" His entreaties were accompanied by a small smile.
Elizabeth looked at him, thoughtfully as if debating her next move. She said, "I believe I have nothing further to say, sir. This conversation is over."
Darcy sighed. "Alright. I can accept that. But just one question, if it is really nothing, as you claim, why do you insist upon hiding it from me?"
"I am not hiding anything from you," said Elizabeth, exasperated. "I simply do not think it concerns you." She paused. "Why are you so interested, anyway?"
Darcy said nothing for a moment. The truth was he did not know the answer himself. Why was he so concerned? Well, he did know why, but he still could not reconcile himself to it. "I am just concerned for your well-being."
At this, Elizabeth smiled faintly. "How many times have we had this exact same conversation?"
"A dozen, easily," smiled Darcy in return. "And yet, you do not seem to appreciate how much I worry about you."
"I'm sorry for being such a burden on you."
"It's no burden," said Darcy softly. "In fact, I quite enjoy it."
Elizabeth said nothing. All of a sudden, she felt uncomfortable. She was at a loss as to how she should interpret Darcy's comments. It could not mean....could it? There were two ways that she could receive his pronouncement and she decided to treat it as a jest. "I do not recall you being quite so concerned before."
"I was a fool then," said Darcy honestly.
"And now you are improved?" she said.
"Indeed, in your company, Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth colored. "Why so gallant, sir? There must be an ulterior motive."
"You have found me out," he smiled at the blushing Elizabeth.
"And the motive is...?"
"You shall find out soon enough," said Darcy with a mysterious grin.
"That is cruel, sir, I protest!" said Elizabeth. "You cannot hint at something and not tell me."
"I just did," said Darcy with a mischievous smile.
Elizabeth became more and more surprised with every subsequent word. She had never seen this side of Darcy before. At that moment, she heard her name called, signaling that she was needed inside. She reluctantly left the garden, leaving behind the interesting conversation and the standing gentleman whose eyes danced with hidden mischief that both annoyed and amused. Elizabeth was intrigued.
"There is nothing in the world that I wouldn't do to have this evening end," declared Anne with a sigh as she observed her reflection in the looking glass. "And soon."
Elizabeth laughed. "You look beautiful, Anne."
Anne smiled. "That is not the problem. I cannot face Victor and his parents and my mother all in the same night. Especially with the news that must be broken. Mother will not be happy, I can tell you that."
"Are you going to tell her about the colonel?" asked Elizabeth.
"No, not yet," said Anne. "Not yet."
"I suppose it will be a little awkward."
"I am certain it will."
"But it need not be that awful..."
"Yes, it will. You have obviously never seen mother angry. She can be rather intimidating."
"But why should she be angry? It is not your fault."
"I know it, you know it, but she doesn't," said Anne ruefully. "You don't understand, she shall blame me for everything and I shall have to endure it in silence."
"One day, someone will have to tell your mother exactly what she needs to hear," said Elizabeth. "That she cannot dictate the world on her terms. That it is not for her to rule."
"But till that day comes I shall be the one to bear her wrath."
Elizabeth remained silent. It was tragic, but true and she had not the heart to argue it. She helped Anne with her hair and then, rearranging her own, the ladies descended. The guests had just arrived and Anne took a deep breath. She saw Darcy and Fitzwilliam in the drawing room and smiled in relief. With a huge sigh, she entered the room, Elizabeth close behind her. Greetings were exchanged and once everyone was settled, Lady Catherine said,
"This is such a happy day for me...for all of us, I dare say. Anne and Victor shall make the happiest pair in the world!"
Victor cleared his throat uncomfortably as Lord and Lady Sheffield exchanged furtive glances. Darcy looked at Elizabeth while she returned his glance with a shrug. The silence at her happy pronouncement seemed a little strange to Lady Catherine and she looked around the room, expecting an explanation. Victor took a deep breath, and after one look at his father, said,
"Lady Catherine, I believe there is something you should know?"
"Yes, Victor?" Lady Catherine smiled at him.
Victor bit his lips. "Well, it is not easy for me to say this, but...I don't think it is possible for this engagement to continue." He paused. "There is no disrespect intended towards yourself or your daughter." At this, he looked at Anne, who was gauging her mother's reaction. "But I think it is best for both our families to end this engagement while we still have no bitter feelings."
"No bitter feelings?!" cried Lady Catherine. "You propose to break my daughter's heart and expect me to have no bitter feelings? Why, I should..."
Before her tirade could continue, Anne interjected with, "Mother, Victor is right. I would not be happy with him, nor he with me. This is for the best."
Lady Catherine looked at her daughter in surprise. "Anne! You don't know what you say. Hush, child, let me handle this."
"I understand this very well," said Anne patiently. "Neither Victor nor I wish to be bound by this engagement and it would be altogether foolish if we played along with it simply to please our families. Don't you want me to be happy?"
"Yes, but you don't know what will make you happy," claimed Lady Catherine.
"And you do?" said Anne in a small voice.
"Yes, I do for I am your mother," declared Lady Catherine. "Lord Sheffield, will you just sit here in silence and allow this outrage to continue. Why don't you talk to your son and make him see sense?"
Lord Sheffield exchanged glances with his wife. "I'm afraid, Lady Catherine, that our children's minds are quite made up. There is no point in arguing now..."
"You would admit defeat that easily?!" stormed Lady Catherine. "Do not forget that our children live under our roofs and while they do, they must do as we say."
"Mother, please, calm yourself...," Anne said soothingly.
"How can I when you are ruining your future!" Lady Catherine was visibly upset. She looked at Darcy and Fitzwilliam. "She is your cousin. Talk some sense into her."
Fitzwilliam looked at Anne uncomfortably. "It really isn't my place to say..."
Lady Catherine glared at him. "Must everyone defy me so? You are all conspiring against me and my wishes, I can see. Such impertinence shall not be borne with. I will not have the shades of Rosings thus polluted by such unwelcome elements. Please leave my presence at once. All of you!"
With those angry words, Lady Catherine left the drawing room. Lord and Lady Sheffield, highly discomfited, called for the carriage and left with Victor soon after. Anne ran up to her room and Colonel Fitzwilliam followed her. That left Darcy and Elizabeth standing in the drawing room, still shocked by the events of the evening.
"Well, that went well," joked Darcy.
"Oh, poor Anne. She was afraid something like this might happen."
"My aunt does not take news like this too well, does she?" said Darcy.
"No, indeed."
"She will come around soon enough, I am convinced of it."
"I hope so, for Anne's sake," replied Elizabeth with a sigh. "I am tired. I shall retire as well. Good night, Mr. Darcy."
"Good night, Miss Bennet."
The last streaks of orange light on the horizon had disappeared, leaving behind only a promise for the next day. The moon was hidden behind some clouds, therefore the darkness of the environs was accentuated. The eerie stillness was accompanied by unsettling silence, only occasionally disturbed by the rustling of some leaves or the call of some nocturnal creatures. Cloaked in that darkness, a small figure of a woman emerged from Rosings and began walking in the direction of town. Unbeknownst by her, another pair of footsteps followed her closely.
Elizabeth shuddered as she quietly walked in the stillness of the night. From time to time, she paused because she felt as if she had heard soft footsteps behind her. But she heard nothing, so she assumed that it was the call of some bird. As she neared The Inn, Elizabeth felt her apprehension increase rapidly and her former calm dissipate into the night air. She did not expect to have a pleasant conversation and she was more than a little afraid for her well-being. But the alternative being his coming to Rosings, she was left with no choice. This time, she would have to humor him. After a tedious walk, Elizabeth arrived at The Inn, but before entering looked behind her, primarily to convince herself that the uncanny feeling of being watched was a figment of her imagination. With a little sigh, she entered The Inn. Once inside, she immediately spotted him and walked slowly to his side.
He saw her enter and smiled as he rose. "How lovely to see you again, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth glared at him, shuddered and said, "What do you want?!"
Chapter 23
The man smiled eerily, his white teeth gleaming in the dim lights. "You don't seem happy to see me." He stepped forward carefully and deliberately.
Elizabeth took a step back. "Walter, stay away from me, I warn you."
"Let us go outside and talk," said Walter, moving towards the door, leaving Elizabeth no choice but to follow. Once they had walked several yards away from The Inn, he stopped and looked at her. "You disappeared rather suddenly."
"Yes, well, I was not given much choice."
"You know, you could have informed me of your situation. I would have helped."
"I didn't want your help, Walter," she said. "I didn't want it then and I certainly don't want it now."
He did not seem to hear her. "You go by your maiden name now. Does that mean you have finally repudiated George?"
Elizabeth sighed. "It just means I am willing to forget the past."
"He was never good for you," said Walter softly. "Never."
Uncomfortable, Elizabeth said, "What do you want from me, Walter?"
He laughed. "You know that very well."
She shuddered. "I believe I gave you a clear answer the last time we discussed this subject."
"But things were different then," he said. "George was still alive." Elizabeth didn't respond. "I will make you happy, Elizabeth."
"If you really cared about my happiness," said Elizabeth solemnly. "You would not importune me in this manner. What you ask for is impossible. I don't love and I doubt that I ever shall."
Unconvinced, Walter inched closer. "You always denied the truth, Elizabeth. Always. You love me. I have felt it. I have seen it..."
"In your dreams, perhaps," interjected Elizabeth. "Walter, I have never given you any reason to hope. Please, do not make this difficult for me or yourself."
"No!" he exclaimed. "You lie! I know all about your life. You are not happy. You are living as a maid. How can that possibly make you happy? I know you. You cannot be content."
"On the contrary, I am very content," said Elizabeth patiently. "You know nothing about me or my life, Walter. Now, if there is nothing further, I shall be gone." He was silent. "Goodbye, Walter."
Saying thus, Elizabeth began to walk away from him. But he was close behind her. He prevented her from advancing by standing in her way. An element of fear crept into her voice as she said, "Let me go, Walter."
"No, you are mine," he said in a low voice. "You are not going anywhere."
"Walter, I implore you, please...," Elizabeth pleaded. Walter grabbed her arms and she shrieked. "Let go of me. Don't touch me!"
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth, but you forced me to do this." He held her as she protested wildly. He put one arm around her waist and another over her mouth. Tears flowed from Elizabeth's eyes as she struggled in vain.
"Let the lady go at once," a strong voice commanded.
Walter looked back in surprise as a figure appeared from the darkness of night. As Walter's grip on Elizabeth loosened, she screamed, "Mr. Darcy!"
Darcy advanced as he said, "Let her go now."
Walter looked at Darcy, skeptically. "Who are you?"
"A friend of hers," said Darcy. "I am warning you now. Release her before I am forced to take any drastic measures."
Walter did not seem entirely convinced, but seeing Darcy's considerable size and the solemnity of his words, he slowly released Elizabeth. She instantly ran towards Darcy. He opened his arms and she was in his embrace. Walter watched the scene and said, "Do not think this is over, Elizabeth. I shall not relinquish what should be mine." Saying thus, he glanced at Darcy again and hastily took his leave.
Elizabeth was crying softly in Darcy's embrace. Darcy held her rather uncomfortably, knowing not how to react. He allowed her tears to flow, aware of the acute impropriety of their situation, but not having the heart to disengage from her. At length, Elizabeth became aware of their situation and stepped away from Darcy. She looked at him through her tears and murmured, "Thank you."
"Not at all," said Darcy, aching to have her in his arms again.
Elizabeth sniffed. "I suppose I owe you an apology." On seeing his quizzical look, she explained, "For not paying heed to your advice."
Darcy looked at her. "Permit me to say, Miss Bennet, that this encounter was extremely dangerous and one that you shouldn't have engaged in."
"But what was the alternative? He would have come to Rosings..."
"You could have asked me to come," suggested Darcy.
"I did not wish to involve you in this," said Elizabeth with a sigh. "But I suppose I failed in that end." She paused. "Why are you here anyway? Did you follow me?"
Darcy looked at her sheepishly. "I suppose I did. I saw you leaving and knew that if I offered my help, you would not accept it. So, I decided to follow you and ensure your safety. It was a fortuitous decision, was it not?"
Elizabeth nodded. "I suppose so."
They commenced to walk back to Rosings. "What did he want?" asked Darcy.
"Me," said Elizabeth with a shudder.
Darcy looked at her in surprise. "An old acquaintance, I presume?"
"Yes," said Elizabeth. "He used to be a friend of...George, but since George was away for long durations of time, he...well, he proposed to me countless number of times. But I refused him, of course. I always thought he was quite harmless. That is why I did not hesitate from meeting him here tonight. I was wrong about him, I suppose, as I was wrong about so many other things..." Her voice trailed off.
"It was not all your fault," Darcy said. "You could not have foreseen it."
"I suppose not," sighed Elizabeth. "But I do have a penchant for danger. It cannot be helped. I cannot escape my past no matter how hard I try."
"Do you really give any credence to his threats?"
"I don't know," Elizabeth said. "I am certain he will not give up, but what can he do?"
"Whatever he plans, I implore you to be more cautious," said Darcy.
"You have my word, sir," said Elizabeth with a faint smile.
They were almost at Rosings. The moon had escaped from the clouds, casting a soft, dull light. The silence continued unbroken still. Darcy and Elizabeth entered Rosings Park in companionable silence, but stopped in the garden. Elizabeth looked at Darcy and said,
"I do not wish to go inside just yet. It is such a beautiful night. You, sir, are welcome to leave me to my own devices."
"Do you really suppose I shall leave you at this time of the night when you yourself confessed to a penchant for danger?" said Darcy with a smile.
Elizabeth giggled. "Do you not wish to sleep?"
"I would not be able to if I was thus concerned about your safety."
Elizabeth looked at him for a minute. "I am convinced, Mr. Darcy, that you are my guardian angel. You have aided me in so many unfortunate circumstances."
Darcy bowed. "At your service, ma'am."
Elizabeth smiled. They walked to the rose gardens, which seemed entirely foreign in the nighttime. Elizabeth smiled the sight if the beautiful flowers and Darcy smiled at seeing her smile. She caught him looking at her and beamed. He returned her smile with some reserve. Every passing moment made it increasingly difficult to refrain from saying what was paramount in his mind. But Darcy continued to struggle, painfully so. Her every smile, every motion, every expression made his resolve weaker, but he obstinately refused to acknowledge the gravity of his own situation. He was fighting a loosing battle, he was aware, but the battle had not yet concluded.
"I sometimes wonder," said Elizabeth all of a sudden, "how my life would have changed had I never met George..."
"And what do you think?" said Darcy.
"Well, I would have been spared a lot of pain," said Elizabeth.
"And?"
"I would have not lost my faith."
"In what?"
"In love," said Elizabeth.
Darcy looked at her. "Do you truly suppose it is fair to base your judgement on an experience with one man?"
"Perhaps not, but I have not the courage or the heart to base that judgement on any other experience. Don't you see, Mr. Darcy? He has made me weak, in more ways than you can possibly imagine. I naively trusted in him implicitly and his betrayal has caused me to look with suspicion on any thing that seems too good to be true. Because I shall always suspect that it is entirely too good to be true. I have lost my innocence and my youth and it is all due to one mistake I made as a mere child. Am I not being punished too severely for one lapse of judgement?"
"If you allow yourself, Miss Bennet, to be thus defeated by his desertion, then his triumph will be complete. In death, he will have accomplished what he could not in life. And that is to have crushed your spirit."
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment. "Then he has already won."
Darcy looked at her, holding her gaze. "But I know he has not. I have witnessed your spirit and your passion. And the only way that he will win is if you allow him to eclipse your heart forever. You were betrayed once, but you will not do justice to yourself if you do not allow yourself to love again."
Elizabeth was silent. "I suppose there is some truth in that, but there is little chance of my ever finding such love..."
"You would be surprised," said Darcy softly.
Elizabeth looked at him in surprise, but did not reply. After a pause, she said, "Well, I think it is rather late and I should retire." Darcy murmured his acquiescence and did not attempt to stop her as she departed. He was too stunned by own words to concern himself with her reaction to them.
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The following morning found Elizabeth in the gardens before breakfast. The morning was beautiful with bright spring sunshine and the cool, scented air. The chirping of the birds and the humming of the bees signaled the imminent arrival of summer while the dew on the green grass promised continuation of spring. At every corner, new life sprang from the bosom of the earth. It was a time for new life and new opportunities. It was a time for change; a change in the world, within and without.
Elizabeth sighed. Her conversation with Darcy had been less than satisfactory in that she had become more confused than before. His comments almost seemed to imply more than she was willing to admit at this point. She could not even begin to comprehend the enormity of those implications. Indeed, it was possible that she was entirely wrong in her suppositions, but the expression in his dark eyes defied such possibilities. Elizabeth was almost scared to acknowledge the possible veracity of her suppositions, which, if true, would alter her life forever.
"Miss Bennet?" a voice broke into her reverie.
Elizabeth faced the new arrival. "Colonel Fitzwilliam," she greeted him.
He smiled at her. "Will you allow me to join you?"
"It will be my pleasure," said Elizabeth. They began walking together. "So, I trust all is well with yourself and Anne."
"Yes, indeed," grinned Fitzwilliam.
"When are you to leave for Spain?" inquired Elizabeth.
"Sooner than I wish to," replied Fitzwilliam with a sigh. "Entirely too soon."
"What about Anne?" said Elizabeth softly.
"It shall remain a secret," said Fitzwilliam. "And I trust you shall assist us in keeping it so. I do not want her to weather the storm alone. So we shall wait to tell Lady Catherine till I come back."
"And when will that be?"
"About 6 weeks." He sighed. "I cannot imagine how I shall bear it."
Elizabeth smiled. "You shall manage, I imagine. But poor Anne, just think of her!" She paused. "Is Mr. Darcy to accompany you when you leave?"
"I think so, yes," nodded Fitzwilliam. "I have not had the opportunity to discuss it with him, but I do recall him telling me that he had to visit his friend...perhaps you know him, a Mr. Bingley?"
At that name, Elizabeth's expression changed. "Ah yes, the delightful Mr. Bingley."
"So you are acquainted?" asked Fitzwilliam.
Unfortunately... "Yes," said Elizabeth.
"I have not met him myself, but Darcy thinks very highly of him," said Fitzwilliam. "And I believe, takes prodigal good care of him."
"Care of him?!" laughed Elizabeth. "I believe Mr. Darcy does take care of him."
"Yes, Bingley, poor chap has always been a bad judge of character as far as young ladies were concerned," continued Fitzwilliam. "I believe that only recently, Darcy was able to save him from the inconvenience of a most unsuitable connection..."
Elizabeth stopped walking and looked at Fitzwilliam. "And what was the charge against the lady?"
"I do not know the details," said Fitzwilliam. "But I think that some mercenary considerations were involved..." He broke off at seeing Elizabeth's face. "Miss Bennet?"
"And who was Mr. Darcy to be a judge?!" exclaimed Elizabeth.
"You deem his interference presumptuous?" said Fitzwilliam.
Elizabeth recollected herself. "I suppose I should withhold judgement till I am in possession of the complete facts." She paused. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, I feel a headache coming on. Perhaps I have walked too far."
"Then, we shall take the shorter way back," said Fitzwilliam and gallantly offered her his arms.
Elizabeth did not join the assembled party at breakfast that morning. She claimed a headache and indeed, with all her silent recriminations and agitation, her head ached. She pursued some of Jane's old letters once again and could discover anew her sister's sadness. There was no obvious complaining as to her situation, but every sentence was lacking of her characteristic cheerfulness. Jane was now devoid of every feeling of hope for happiness and it was all due to the arrogant interference of Darcy. She blamed Bingley for his lack of resolve, but it was Darcy who had caused it to be broken. She had always supposed that Darcy had been a silent figure in those dealings, but had never imagined that his involvement extended to such a degree. She shuddered as she contemplated it. And to think that she had allowed their friendship to grow all the while that Jane was crying in her loneliness. Elizabeth felt disgusted. But Darcy had seemed so agreeable, especially recently. But that was all an act, meant to blind her to his real attributes, Elizabeth was convinced.
By afternoon, Elizabeth felt the great need for some fresh air. She sighed as she went to the rose gardens, only wishing to be alone. She had not been out for a quarter of an hour when she heard footsteps, signaling she was not alone. She glimpsed the new arrival and instantly turned around.
"I knew I would find you here, Miss Bennet," said Darcy, as he came closer.
"Indeed," said Elizabeth, not looking at him.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better," said Elizabeth coldly. Not that you helped me any.
Darcy only nodded in silence. He looked at her for a moment, then looked away. Elizabeth waited expectantly, but he said nothing still. He was pacing impatiently, but he still remained silent. Elizabeth wondered as to the cause of his agitation, but could divine no possible answer. She determined to allow him to explain himself and at length, he approached her in an agitated manner,
"In vain have I struggled. This will not do. My feelings will not be repressed." He paused as he came closer. "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
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Elizabeth could hardly believe her ears. She stared and remained silent.
Darcy took her silence as a mute encouragement and he continued, "I am well aware of the suddenness of this announcement, but believe me, it is not sudden. I have struggled with my feelings for far too long." Darcy paused and looked away in the distance. "I am aware that the respective situations of our families render any alliance between us unusual, but I am willing to sacrifice my family pride in this instance. The condition of your family, though unacceptable, could not prevent me from loving you. My own conscience dictated me otherwise, but my struggles have come to naught. I have admitted defeat and can only implore you to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife."
As he concluded, Elizabeth fancied a small smile of satisfaction spread over his features, a smile that only served to infuriate her further. There was a small pause in which she collected her thoughts and then, with great solemnity, she said, "In such cases as these, I suppose it is customary to express one's gratitude, but I cannot." She saw his smile vanish and continued. "I have never desired your good opinion or sought your affections. The struggles that you tell me long prevented you from proposing will, no doubt, lessen the effects of any pain and render them short-lived."
Darcy looked at her as if he could not believe a word she had just said. Several seconds elapsed and his inner torment became visible in the darkening of his features. Elizabeth watched him, uncomfortably, hoping he would respond in some manner for the silence between them was eerie, frighteningly so.
"And this is all the answer I am to have the honor to expect?" Darcy said finally. "May I inquire why, with so little effort to civility, I am thus rejected?"
Elizabeth felt her ire rise. "And I might wonder why you chose to tell me that you loved against your will, your reason, and even against your honor?"
Darcy stared at her. "And I suppose if I had flattered you and not disclosed any of my true sentiments, your response would have been favorable." He paused, but continued soon after. "But you forget, madam, I am not of the disposition to lie about my feelings or my situation." He looked at her and added, "That is very much your forte."
The outrage Elizabeth felt could not be adequately expressed in words. "I see no reason to expose myself to such outrage. You have attacked me and my family in more ways than you can possibly imagine. I find it hard to believe that you decided I am worthy of you. Or did you forget that I was married to Wickham?"
"I assure you that it is not I who forgets that," said Darcy gravely.
Elizabeth looked at him. "How dare you accuse me of forgetting my own past? I remember, sir, I remember every horrible detail, but forgive me for not making my suffering evident enough."
Darcy felt guilty instantly and began to retract. "I...ah..."
But Elizabeth continued. "You blame me for being callous and yet, you are the one who destroyed the life of my most beloved sister." She saw Darcy start, but gave him no opportunity to interrupt. "Did you believe your misconduct would remain hidden forever? I know that it was your selfish interfering that cost my sister perhaps the greatest happiness of her life. Can you deny what you have done?"
"I have no wish to deny it," said Darcy. "I did everything in my power to separate Bingley from your sister and if presented the opportunity, I would do it again."
"Of course you would, you arrogant, selfish man!" cried Elizabeth. "I wouldn't expect otherwise. What would you know of love?"
"Love?!" exclaimed Darcy with disdain. "I have seen Miss Bennet with Bingley and what I witnessed was not love."
"How dare you presume to divine my sister's feelings!" Elizabeth cried. "Insufferable presumption." Elizabeth paused to catch her breath. "You are, in every way, the most horrible person I have ever had the misfortune to be acquainted with. I can hardly believe that I thought you amiable at any time, but rest assured, you are the last man on earth that I could ever marry."
Darcy looked at her, the pain evident in his eyes. "You have said quite enough, madam. I comprehend your feelings clearly and can only be ashamed of what my own have been." He studied her for a moment, then bowed. "I am sorry to have taken so much of your time, but do accept my best wishes for your health and happiness."
Elizabeth inclined her head slightly and Darcy stomped away, the twigs cracking wildly under his feet. No sooner was he out of earshot, Elizabeth collapsed on a nearby rock and began sobbing. And it was in this condition that Victor found Elizabeth, half an hour later.
"Good god! Miss Bennet...Elizabeth. What is the matter?" Victor got off his horse and hurried to her side.
Elizabeth looked up upon hearing her name. "Oh, it is you."
Victor did not take offense; instead he said, "Yes, who else did you expect?"
Elizabeth wiped off a few tears. "No one."
"Come, Miss Bennet, we are friends, are we not?" Victor smiled. "Tell me what happened?"
Elizabeth looked at him. "It would not be appropriate...it is something of a private nature."
"Does it involve Darcy?" hinted Victor.
Elizabeth looked at him in surprise. "How did you conjecture that?"
"A lucky guess," smiled Victor. "I have seen you together and the tension is tangible."
Elizabeth looked distressed. "Oh, Victor, what am I to do?"
"What a surprise, you realize this is the first time you have called me by my given name."
Elizabeth shrugged. "I am sorry."
Victor laughed. "No need to be sorry. You should have done it sooner, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth nodded. "I suppose so."
"Now will you tell me why you were sobbing when I happened upon you?"
"I was not sobbing," claimed Elizabeth.
"You were from where I was standing," said Victor.
"Well, maybe just a little." Elizabeth sighed.
"So?"
"So what?"
Victor pretended to be exasperated. "Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Victor, I really do not believe should..."
"But you will anyway?" Victor interjected.
Elizabeth sighed. "You never cease, do you?"
"Never," grinned Victor. Elizabeth laughed. "Much better. You should always laugh. It is so beautiful. Crying does not become you." Elizabeth managed to blush slightly. Victor sighed, then said, "Well?"
Elizabeth looked at him. "Mr. Darcy proposed to me today."
Victor felt his heart sink. "He did? And your response was...?"
"What do you imagine?"
Victor sighed in relief. "Is that why you were crying?"
"I wish," said Elizabeth glumly. "It was horrible, Victor. We fought so bitterly."
"I am certain it was not your fault," said Victor soothingly, sitting down beside her on the rock. "It couldn't be."
"I hate him!" cried Elizabeth. "Despicable man."
"Do you wish to talk about it?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "I have no desire to discuss this any further or I shall get distressed again." Elizabeth gently rested her head on Victor's shoulders. "I wish it had never happened."
Delighted at her closeness, Victor breathed heavily, but managed to say. "So do I."
Elizabeth looked up at him. "Thank you for being such a good friend."
"The pleasure is all mine, believe me."
Elizabeth smiled as she looked into his blue eyes. Suddenly, she heard the rustling of leaves and lifted her head, startled. "What was that?"
Victor looked in the direction of the Rosings woods. "I do not know. Probably some animal."
"Sounded like footsteps," said Elizabeth.
Victor got up and walked towards the woods. Silence. "I do not think there is anyone out here."
"Oh." But Elizabeth was not convinced. It sounded too much like the quick footsteps of the one person she least wished to see. "It is getting late. I should probably go."
"Come, I shall walk you there." Victor gave her his arm, which she accepted gratefully and they headed towards Rosings, unaware of a pair of jealous eyes hidden in the woods.
"Elizabeth, is that you?"
"Yes, Anne." Elizabeth went to her chamber.
"How is your head? Does it ache still?" Anne was concerned.
"No, I feel much better, thank you."
Anne smiled. "Good, I am glad to hear it. I have been looking for you."
"Why is that?"
"To tell you the good news!" Anne's tone was excited.
"Which is?"
"We are to go to town."
"Really?" Elizabeth said. "Why exactly?"
"I always go there for the summer," answered Anne.
"Oh." Said Elizabeth. "When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow," said Anne excitedly. "I can hardly wait."
Elizabeth did not share her enthusiasm. "Aren't the Colonel and Mr. Darcy leaving tomorrow as well?"
"Yes, indeed," nodded Anne. She looked at Elizabeth with a sly grin. "Did I not mention it? We shall be living in the Darcy townhouse."
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Elizabeth's face paled. "In Mr. Darcy's townhouse?" she repeated slowly.
Anne pretended not to notice the shock on Elizabeth's face and nodded, "Yes. I usually stay there to give dear Georgiana some company. I do not usually go to town at this particular time, but...," Anne lowered her voice. "What with mother in a rage over the Victor situation, I decided it would be for the best if we left Rosings for now."
"But does Lady Catherine approve?" Elizabeth asked, hoping, praying of some respite.
"Oh yes, of course," smiled Anne. "She loves cousin Darcy, as you have surely observed and any request of his would never be denied."
"Mr. Darcy requested your presence, but not mine, I am sure," said Elizabeth, her mind flying back to their bitter argument in the woods.
"On the contrary," said Anne. "He insisted that you accompany me. After all, it would be dull here, what on earth would you do?"
It might be dull here, but at least I would be away from him... Elizabeth sighed audibly. "I suppose I will get to see my sister Jane. She is still living with my aunt and uncle, the Gardiners."
"Is there a reason why you do not wish to go town?" Anne asked, even though she was well aware of it.
"No, indeed," lied Elizabeth. She forced herself to smile. "I am sorry if I gave you that impression. I shall be very happy to go." Anne smiled and nodded. Elizabeth said, "Now, perhaps I should go and pack."
"Of course."
Anne watched her friend leave and sighed. She knew that her machinations, if discovered by either Darcy or Elizabeth, would undoubtedly cause unpleasantness with both parties concerned, but her powers of perception had alerted her to their desperate need for help. She could plainly see what both of them were too stubborn to accept and therefore, she had decided that a little matchmaking was in order. She had discussed her plans with Richard, who although wary at first, had approved whole-heartedly. It might be hard for you both at first, but in the end, you shall commend me for my foresight and ingenuity, I am certain! Anne smiled a happy, disingenuous smile and then called her maid to assist her in packing her trunks.
I cannot, will not do this. It would be insufferable! I cannot live in the same locale as him, let alone the same house. He could not have asked for my presence, surely not after what happened. He could not love me still... Elizabeth sat on her confusedly. It would be awkward, living in his home, meeting his sister. How could I bear to see him day after day when I know in my heart what he did to Jane and what a truly despicable man he is? I will talk to Anne now, I must. Elizabeth got up and walked to the door, then stopped. I am being selfish. Poor Anne needs to get away from Lady Catherine. She has never asked anything from me, but this. I cannot deny her one wish. She sighed as she stood in front of her looking glass. You can hate me as much as you want, Mr. Darcy, but I will not let you intimidate me. I shall conquer this, I shall.
Darcy stormed into his chambers, barking at his valet; the poor man slumping away quietly at the sight of the master's ill temper. Darcy paced back and forth, the wheels in his head churning. He had just been informed of the newest additions to the party departing for town tomorrow and to say he was shocked would be an understatement. He was dumfounded, astonished beyond words. That she had consented to going to the same town as he was amazing enough, but to live in his house. Darcy could not have imagined it possible. Indeed, he could not believe its veracity yet.
She refused me, she hates me. Why would she consent to go? But perhaps the decision was not hers to make. That must be it. She is obliging Anne or Lady Catherine. I will not believe she consented to it happily. And why would she? Darcy's paces increased in frequency at the memory of the dispute. She refused me, me, the master of Pemberley. Does she even know what she has lost? But that is why I loved her, and love her still, because she does not care. Darcy sighed. What had he done? He had allowed his volatile temper to erupt and wrecked any possibility of claiming her hand. Is it possible that I was wrong in separating Bingley and Miss Bennet? Maybe so, but my intentions had been noble. If only she would see that as well. Darcy had not meant to lose his temper as he had done, only to aggravate her. He had not meant to abuse her family either. But am I not entitled to my family pride? Is it that wrong?
Darcy saw his valet come back into the chambers and ashamed of his behavior earlier, he said, "I am sorry for shouting at you, Morris. I have just had a bad day."
The older man smiled at his master. "Indeed, sir, think nothing of it."
Darcy sighed and sat on his armchair. "Morris, if you made a terrible mistake by saying some things that you did not mean, what would you do?"
Morris looked at Darcy strangely and then said, "I would try and amend the situation by apologizing, sir."
"And what if the other person hated you so much that any apologies would come to naught?"
Morris shrugged. "I cannot see that happening, sir. Every person responds to an honest apology." Darcy sighed. Morris said, "Can I fix you a hot bath, sir?"
"Yes, please, Morris. Thank you."
"You are welcome, sir," he said as he left to fix the bath. He had not seen his master so disturbed before and he was certain he owed some, if not all, of his sorrow to one fair lady with captivating eyes.
Minutes later, as Darcy was soaking in the warm bath water, his mind returned, as it was apt to do, to Elizabeth. The one positive aspect of her coming to town was that she would be away from the rogue Victor. Darcy had seen them in the woods and he had not approved of what he saw. Victor was entirely too smooth, too amiable; his manner reminded Darcy of what Wickham used to be and he was surprised that Elizabeth did not see it. But perhaps, that was her weakness, falling to the charms of an unscrupulous man. And it was Darcy's duty to protect her, not only because he loved her, but because he cared for her safety. My love does not matter anymore. It will never matter. I can only try to help her as best as I can. Nothing more.
His anger at her refusal had subsided into a dull, aching pain in his heart. He was certain that there was no remedy for that pain, not after what he had said. Darcy had just been too nervous and had had no idea of what to say. The words had come out all wrong. He had wanted her to know that he loved her without paying heed to the obstacles that might come his way, but instead he had managed to insult her and her family. He had been so certain that she held him in an amiable light. She had always been civil to him, even when they disagreed and fought. She had confided in him about her marriage. He had had no reason to believe that she hated him. It was all because of Bingley and Miss Bennet. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is some way I can remedy it. Not to win her love; no, it is too late for that. Even as he pondered those thoughts, Darcy could picture her lovely eyes, glowering with anger. As he washed his soap, he could see all his dreams of happiness wash away, forever.
"Write to me everyday, Anne."
"I promise I will, mother," Anne assured her.
Lady Catherine nodded in return. She looked at Elizabeth and said, "I trust you will take care of Miss de Bourgh."
"Yes, of course, Your Ladyship," said Elizabeth.
"Indeed," said Lady Catherine.
She then bid farewell to her nephews and the carriage containing the two ladies, the men being on horseback, departed. Elizabeth looked at Anne and smiled tentatively. She stole a look at Darcy who was riding next to the carriage. Anne looked at her inquisitively, but Elizabeth shrugged in return. Anne said nothing, but the silent, covert looks assured her that her interference in the matter had not only been desired, but necessary. She had caught Darcy staring at Elizabeth on more than one occasion when he had thought himself unobserved. And Anne had seen Elizabeth gazing at Darcy with a pained, pondering look in her eyes. Anne sighed. She had never seen two people more in need of assistance in matters of the heart before. Thank heavens she was there or they would never find happiness!
The Darcy townhouse was large and imposing, but Elizabeth managed to keep her composure on witnessing it. The carriage door opened and a hand offered to help her down. As Elizabeth alighted from the carriage, she noticed that the hand belonged to Darcy. She blushed and looked away immediately. The party was ushered into the sitting room while the servants deposited the trunks in the rooms.
"When are you to leave, Richard?" asked Anne as they were seated.
"Tomorrow morning at dawn," he replied. Anne's face fell and he hurried to add, "I shall write as often as possible."
"Promise?"
"I promise," smiled the Colonel.
Darcy glanced at Elizabeth, but she seemed occupied with studying the floor. He cleared his throat. "Georgiana is still at Pemberley, but I expect her here in two days."
"Oh, I long to see Georgie!" exclaimed Anne. "It has been too long. You will love her, Elizabeth."
"I am certain I will," agreed Elizabeth, still avoiding Darcy's gaze.
The ladies then retired to get ready for dinner. As they left, Fitzwilliam looked at Darcy, then said, "You seem out of spirits, Darce."
Darcy looked at his cousin. "Really?"
"Yes, indeed," nodded Fitzwilliam. "And I might be able to hazard a guess."
"I should imagine not," claimed Darcy, pouring some drinks.
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet," declared Fitzwilliam.
Darcy looked up in surprise, "Am I that transparent?"
Fitzwilliam nodded. "You were staring at her, Darce. A fool could have seen it."
Darcy sighed. "I am a fool, Richard."
Fitzwilliam looked at Darcy, concerned. He never called him 'Richard' unless he was being really serious. "What happened?"
"She refused me," sighed Darcy, resting his hand on the mantle piece and staring into nothingness. "I was angry, I insulted her. She had every right to be offended and believe me, she was. I lost my chances forever."
"Darce, look at me." Darcy obliged. "Is she worth fighting for?"
"Undoubtedly, yes."
"Then you cannot give up, not yet."
Darcy shook his head. "But you did not hear us fighting. It was truly horrible."
"Stranger things have happened, Darce," declared Fitzwilliam. (Author's Note: Emma! Teehee!). "Have a little faith."
Darcy sighed. "Perhaps."
"Perhaps what?"
"Perhaps you are right, but I cannot dare to be that optimistic."
Fitzwilliam said, "You dared to care, Darce and that was the first step. The rest is all too easy."
"Maybe so, but the reality is not that easy. I appreciate your trying to help, Fitzwilliam, but this is one battle I shall have to fight myself."
"You do agree, then, that there is a battle to be fought?"
"I have acknowledged that much," nodded Darcy. "But the rest I leave to my destiny."
"Your destiny?" repeated Fitzwilliam.
"Yes," said Darcy.
"I thought you didn't believe in destiny."
"I do now," declared Darcy.
Fitzwilliam did not answer and dinner was announced soon after, brining the subject of their conversation. Dinner was a dull affair, in spite of efforts by Anne to the contrary. Elizabeth and Darcy said very little, each lost in his or her own thoughts. At the conclusion of dinner, Colonel Fitzwilliam took his leave after Anne bid him a teary-eyed farewell. She retreated to her chambers soon after. Elizabeth began to follow her and as she reached the stairs, she noticed Darcy watching her and turned around.
"Good night, Mr. Darcy," she said gravely and ran up to her room leaving him dazed and confused. Good night, Elizabeth.
The next morning, when Elizabeth arrived at breakfast, she found that Darcy had left home quite early. She was greeted only by Anne, who seemed rather cheerful. "Good morning, Elizabeth. Sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you," smiled Elizabeth. "And you?"
"Yes I did," said Anne. She sipped her coffee.
"Where is Mr. Darcy this morning?" asked Elizabeth casually.
"I didn't have an opportunity to see him," said Anne. "But I believe he is at his club. He has breakfast there."
"Oh, I see," said Elizabeth.
"Why do you ask?" pressed Anne.
"No reason," shrugged Elizabeth.
No reason indeed, ha! "Do you wish to go shopping today?"
"Certainly, if you wish," replied Elizabeth.
"Then it is settled," said Anne. "I am in dire need of a new gown."
"I shall be happy to assist you in your search, Anne."
"But you must buy something, to be sure," said Anne.
"Oh no," said Elizabeth. "I could not."
"And why not?" said Anne. "It would a present from me."
"I wouldn't accept it, Anne. It is not proper."
"What nonsense!" exclaimed Anne. "I have never heard of such a thing. I am going to buy you a gown and that is final."
Elizabeth said no more. The ladies sojourned into the morning parlor where some fresh fruits had been served. As they made more plans for the day, the sounds of carriages signaled the arrival of some visitors. Anne looked at Elizabeth with curiosity. They waited in suspense, but the butler soon announced. "Miss Caroline Bingley and Lord Victor Sheffield."
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Anne groaned audibly. "Oh, not them. Not Victor and Caroline. It is too much to bear so early in the morning." Elizabeth smirked and Anne glared at her. "You find this amusing, do you? Wait till you meet Caroline Bingley."
Before Elizabeth could claim her acquaintance with Caroline, the lady herself was ushered into the parlor accompanied by Victor. Caroline Bingley bowed graciously and said with a huge, fake smile,
"Good morning, Miss de Bourgh. I fear we are trespassing on your kindness..." Indeed you are, thought Anne. "but I could not resist the tempting opportunity to pay my humble respects to you when I heard you were in town." Caroline Bingley smiled, but that smile froze when her eyes fell upon Anne's companion.
Anne noticed her preoccupation and said, "You are too kind, Miss Bingley. This is my friend, Elizabeth and ...."
"We are already acquainted," Caroline interrupted. "How do you do, Mrs. Wickham? I had not expected to see you here."
"Nor I, I assure you," said Elizabeth and only too late realized what had happened. She felt chills envelop her as she looked at Anne's piercing gaze. Caroline had, albeit unwittingly, revealed her real identity. Elizabeth dared not return Anne's gaze for fear of her judgement. She was not altogether qualified to assess Anne's anger for she had seldom seen her lose her temper before. Elizabeth glanced at Victor who seemed similarly stricken, but he concealed his feelings well.
"Mrs....Wickham has been my companion for some time now," said Anne and Elizabeth realized thankfully that Anne would not expose her in front of Caroline.
"Oh, how fortunate," Caroline managed to say, unable to swallow the idea of Elizabeth living in Rosings and now invading Darcy's townhouse. She was certain there was not much to worry about, but the mere idea of the upstart occupying the house that she most wanted to inhabit was abhorrent to Caroline.
"Yes indeed," Victor spoke for the first time.
Caroline looked at Victor, "You must be acquainted then, Lord Sheffield."
"Yes," nodded Victor.
Caroline turned to Anne again, "I stumbled upon Lord Sheffield this morning; it was a fortuitous meeting. He informed me of your presence and we determined it only polite to pay our respects."
"You are all politeness," said Anne with false sincerity. "Both of you."
Victor tipped his head, half smiling. "Always at your service, Anne."
"Unfortunately," muttered Anne.
Victor did not reply, instead he seated himself comfortably next to Elizabeth. Anne ringed for the parlor maid to bring in refreshments. Victor admired his surroundings, and then said to Elizabeth.
"You left Rosings rather hurriedly."
Elizabeth looked at him, "It was not a decision for us to make. Mr. Darcy was departing and Lady Catherine did not wish us to travel unaccompanied."
"I see," Victor said.
"So, Eliza," Caroline began, frustrated by the conversation she couldn't participate in. "How did you find Rosings? Impressive?"
"Indeed," said Elizabeth guardedly. "Few would find it otherwise."
"But especially you, coming from your background," Caroline sneered. "I dare say you never saw anything like it before."
Elizabeth glared at Caroline but decided to subdue her anger, if only for Anne's sake. "You are quite right, Miss Bingley."
Victor interrupted, looking pointedly at Caroline, "All the more reason to commend Elizabeth for she conducted herself with an uncommon degree of elegance that is lacking in those who profess to be genteel or fashionable."
Caroline became red and muttered something in reply. Elizabeth almost felt sorry for her, almost. She looked thankfully at Victor who only smiled in return. There was a lull in the conversation, such as it was, by the arrival of the refreshments. Caroline spoke very little and after staying for over a half hour, she took her leave citing a previous engagement as an excuse but it was rather obvious that such an engagement did not, in fact, exist. As she exited, Elizabeth felt both Anne and Victor look at her intently and immediately knew that an explanation was in order.
Elizabeth sighed as she looked away from them both. "It is true. I was married to George Wickham. He left me several months prior to his death - alone and penniless. I received the news of his demise while I was living at Hertfordshire at my family home. That is where Miss Bingley knew me." She looked up and found Anne and Victor watching her. "I wanted to begin a new life, where I could be free of George forever and the first step was dropping his name. I am not proud of the mistakes I made in the past and that seemed like the only plausible way to erase them, from my memory at least. Mr. Darcy also knows of my misfortunes, but he did not disclose them when he first saw me at Rosings. He was once acquainted with George and knows of his character or lack thereof." She sighed. "I am sorry for misleading you, but it was not meant to harm or hurt you - only to protect me."
Anne looked at her friend, "Oh, Elizabeth, I am so sorry. I had no idea! Why did you not confide in me?"
"I did not wish to burden you or anyone else for that matter," said Elizabeth. "I just wanted to forget the past. I suppose it is not as easy as changing one's name."
"Maybe not," said Anne. "But I will help you forget it. To me you will always be Elizabeth Bennet. That shall be your identity for us, at least, right Victor?"
"Yes, of course," said Victor. "Fear not, Elizabeth. Our lips are sealed on this subject forever if that is what you wish."
"Thank you, Victor," smiled Elizabeth. "And Anne."
Anne grinned. "Do not mention it. Trust that Caroline to rake up unwanted memories. Why did you bring her here Victor?"
"It's simple. I did not," said Victor.
"Really?" Anne looked at him with open disbelief.
"Yes," said Victor. "When she saw me she asked where I was going and when I told her, she insisted that she wanted to see you. I dare say she was disappointed to find that Darcy had left."
"So what are you doing here?" asked Anne.
"The truth?" grinned Victor.
"That would be nice," said Anne grimly.
"It is just not the same without you and Elizabeth." Victor's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Did it not occur to you that we might have come to town to get away from you?" It was half the truth as far as Anne was concerned.
"I am hurt!" Victor exclaimed.
"I dare say you shall recover with amazing swiftness."
"I will forgive you, Anne for you know not how much you wound me," said Victor with mock solemnity.
"Oh, please, Victor, save those words for someone who is affected by them!"
Elizabeth, at this point, interrupted them. "Children, please!"
Victor looked at Elizabeth with a smile. "You are right. This is very juvenile."
"It is, indeed," nodded Elizabeth. "Please desist, if only for my sake."
Victor bowed his head. "The lady has spoken and I shall desist."
Anne groaned inwardly. The very essence of the success of her plan depended on Elizabeth's continued attention being engaged by Darcy, not Victor. Victor would be an annoyance always claiming Elizabeth's notice. She had not anticipated this, but it was a temporary setback, she was certain.
"Very good," said Anne. "And now, if you please, Elizabeth and I have some business to attend to."
"What sort of business?" asked Victor.
"It is none of your concern," Anne informed him curtly.
"We are going shopping, Victor," Elizabeth said, taking pity on him.
"Oh? I shall accompany you, of course," said Victor. "Whoever heard of two young, inexperienced ladies venturing to the dangerous streets of town alone. Even you can have no objection Anne."
"On the contrary..." Anne began to say.
Elizabeth interrupted her. "Let it be, Anne. Let him come if he so desires. I dare say he shall be infinitely bored and leave us to our own devices in no time."
"If only that were true," replied Anne with a resigned sigh, but she feared it was not.
"It is settled then," declared Victor with a victorious smile.
"I suppose so," said Anne.
"Anne, I really have no wish to buy a gown," said Elizabeth as they left yet another shop without finding anything suitable. "I have no need for one and besides, we should probably go back. Mr. Darcy might be wondering where we are."
"No, I informed the housekeeper that we would be gone," said Anne determinedly.
"But - " Elizabeth began.
"I shall brook no opposition," said Anne. She glanced at Victor, "Since you forced yourself here, at least make yourself useful and convince her that she needs a new gown."
Victor smiled and obediently said, "Come, Elizabeth, you know there is no winning over Anne. Just do as she says and we shall all be able to go home soon."
Elizabeth sighed, "I suppose you are right."
"As always," Victor winked.
"Lord knows I have no desire to keep you here, Victor," said Anne as they approached another shop. "You can leave anytime."
Victor laughed. "You cannot get rid of me that easily."
"Foiled again," muttered Anne and Elizabeth laughed.
The seamstress, Mrs. Moore, greeted them. "Good morning Miss de Bourgh, what can I do for you today?"
"Mrs. Moore, my friend Miss Bennet is need of a new gown."
Mrs. Moore looked at Elizabeth for a moment and said, "I have several lovely gowns in the latest fashions for the young lady." She excused herself and bid her assistants to bring several new arrivals. After looking through various gowns, colors and fabrics, Elizabeth chose a beautiful, maroon muslin gown. It needed alteration, however, and Elizabeth excused herself to get the measurements done.
As they waited for Elizabeth, Anne said, "Victor, why are you really here?"
"I already told you," he replied.
"I know you and I don't trust you, not in the least, especially when it comes to Elizabeth."
Victor looked at Anne. "I know you don't like me, Anne, but do not bring Elizabeth into this."
"I only want the best for her."
"So do I," challenged Victor.
"And that is not you," said Anne.
"Let her decide," said Victor.
"I will," said Anne. "But I wanted to warn you. Stay away from Elizabeth."
Victor looked at her for a moment. "I don't want us to be enemies, Anne."
"Too late," muttered Anne. She looked up at him and sighed, "Look, I want us to be cordial, if possible, but you make it very difficult."
"I am sorry that my friendship with Elizabeth bothers you so," said Victor.
"Friendship is not what bothers me," said Anne.
"But that is all we are...friends."
Anne snorted. "Not for long, if you have any say in it."
"I will not deny that," said Victor. "But I would never do anything against Elizabeth's wishes, you know that."
"She doesn't know her own mind or heart," said Anne. "She needs time to discover love for herself."
"If you mean Darcy, that will never happen. She refused him once and she will refuse him again if he is fool enough to ask her," Victor said with a smirk.
Anne felt her anger flare. "How did you find out?"
"She told me herself," said Victor triumphantly.
"I don't believe it!" declared Anne.
"Believe what you will, but it is the truth."
Anne glared at Victor. "You have not won yet, Victor."
"We shall see," said Victor laughingly.
At this time, Elizabeth returned saving them from themselves. She instantly saw their disturbed faces and said, "Have you been fighting again?"
"If you call it that," said Victor. He glanced at Anne. "A friendly disagreement, that's all. Right Anne?"
"Yes indeed," said Anne, making an effort to smile. "Let us return home then."
Anne thanked Mrs. Moore and they left the shop. Victor handed the ladies into the carriage. He smiled and bowed as the carriage began to leave. Anne looked at him with daggers in her eyes making his smile even wider. He mounted his own horse and rode away thinking happy thoughts of Elizabeth and the unwelcome interference of Anne. He was certain, however, that Anne would have no effect on Elizabeth for she was a lady with an iron will and no amount of coercion would force her to act against her wishes. Now all he had to do was convince her that her wishes coincided with his.
What none of them knew, however, was that as they departed from the shop a pair of eyes watched Elizabeth intently, in surprise and awe. She has done well for herself, he thought greedily. I wonder how. He emerged from the shadows, his scruffy beard and unkempt hair screaming of negligence and unconcern and his dark eyes gleaming with malice and greed at the thought of the good fortune he had unwittingly stumbled on.