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Chapter 38
"Get him to Hertfordshire?" Georgiana repeated. "How?"
Anne looked at her cousin. "Before I tell you, perhaps I should explain the situation to you." She paused. "Georgie, Elizabeth - she is - that is, she was," Anne paused. "This is harder than I thought it would be." She sighed. "Well, Elizabeth was married to Wickham. George Wickham. The George Wickham."
"I know," said Georgiana calmly.
"You do?" Anne said, puzzled. "Oh...Darce must have told you, then. I thought that perhaps you should know so that it wouldn't come as a surprise once you met Elizabeth. I did not want you to learn about it from a stranger. I know that Wickham hurt you and well, I just didn't want him to hurt you again."
Georgiana looked at her timidly. "How do you know?"
"Richard," Anne explained. She smiled at the younger girl. "Don't worry. I shall be discrete." She paused. "Everyone makes mistakes, Georgie. You don't have to be ashamed. It was not your fault. You trusted Wickham. Many have made that mistake, including Elizabeth."
Georgiana smiled thankfully. "So, how do you propose to get William to Hertfordshire? He will not go on his own accord. You heard him say that. I cannot think of a single thing that would persuade him to change his mind."
"I can," grinned Anne and briefly outlined her plan. As she concluded, she said, "I cannot be certain that Darce will act as I think he will, but it is worth a try."
Georgiana did not seem convinced. "I don't know, Anne. I would hate to lie to William."
"You would not lie to him, per se," said Anne. "I would lie, you would simply not intervene with the truth." Seeing Georgiana's reluctance, she added, "This is the only way, Georgie, you must see that. If we don't help Darce now, he will never help himself. He is determined to remain miserable for some strange, inexplicable reason."
"Why do you think that is?" asked Georgiana.
Anne shrugged. "Who knows? He thinks that he is being fair, that he is respecting Elizabeth's wishes. But what he does not see is that Elizabeth does not want him to respect her wishes. In fact, she does not even know what she wishes at this point. She needs Darce to be strong and persuade her to alter her decision. And Darce cannot do that here. He has to be in Hertfordshire."
Georgiana sighed. "I understand, but I promised him I would never lie to him after...after Ramsgate."
Anne looked at her. "Georgie, please, once this is over, Darce will thank you profusely. Trust me, you are not doing anything wrong. You are only trying to help your brother. You are trying to make him happy. He will understand that. And besides, he would never blame you. He would blame me for being a scheming liar." Anne smiled. "And that I most definitely am, so I wouldn't even refute his accusations." She paused. "I dare say Darce will be angry with me for a little while, and then, he'll forgive me. He always does. Richard says it is impossible not to forgive me."
Georgiana giggled, then looked at Anne for a moment. "Anne, can I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course" Anne said.
"Are you and Cousin Richard...," Georgiana blushed. "That is to say, are you both..." She searched for words.
Anne put her out of her misery. "Yes, we are engaged, Georgie."
"That is wonderful! Congratulations," Georgiana said with genuine warmth.
"Thank you." Anne blushed prettily. "How did you guess?"
"You just smiled dreamily when you said his name," replied Georgiana.
Anne laughed. "And here I thought I was being very subtle. Well, I don't mind you knowing, but Georgie, this is a great secret. Only you, Darce and Elizabeth know. My mother does not, so please don't say anything."
Georgiana's eyes shone. "Of course not."
Anne smiled. "I know I can trust you." She paused. "I think it is time for me to put this plan in action. I shall go to see Mr. Bingley immediately, and with any luck, Caroline Bingley will not be there."
"If only you were that fortunate," muttered Georgiana.
"Georgie!" Anne exclaimed. "Am I hearing things or did you just say that?" Georgiana smiled sheepishly. Anne laughed, "Well done, my dear. If you can express your dislike for Caroline, there is hope for you yet!" Saying that, Anne left the parlor, leaving Georgiana puzzled. Hope? Hope for what?
~~
"I am worried about her, papa," said Jane, entering the library.
Mr. Bennet looked up. "She just needs time, Jane."
"I know," said Jane. "But her silence is not healthy. She has stopped talking to everyone. She only speaks when spoken to, and even then, replies in monosyllables. I cannot help but worry about her. This is not like her. She has always been equal to every situation. I have never known her to grieve so much. Can you not do anything?"
Mr. Bennet sighed and shook his head at his eldest daughter. "I have tried to talk to her on several occasions myself. And she refused every time. I have determined that given some time to come in terms with her loss, she will begin to talk."
"And what if she doesn't?" Jane said.
"She will, Jane," said Mr. Bennet with conviction.
Jane sat down. "The problem is that she blames herself for Lord Sheffield's death."
"It is natural, Jane, however unreasonable," said Mr. Bennet.
"I suppose so," said Jane. "I am glad we are leaving today. A change of scenery might do her good."
"Hopefully, yes," said Mr. Bennet. "We just have to be careful to shield her from your mama. She will not take too kindly to this situation and you know better than anyone else that when your mama's nerves suffer, there can be no peace. And Lizzy needs peace."
"I understand, papa," said Jane with a nod.
"I knew you would," smiled Mr. Bennet. "So, Jane, what about Mr. Bingley?"
Jane blushed. "He said he would come to Netherfield soon, papa."
"Did he?" said Mr. Bennet. "So much the better. It will give your mother something to talk about, I dare say. And will he stay this time? Or shall he break your heart again?"
Jane looked at him. "It was a misunderstanding."
"Of course, dear," smiled Mr. Bennet. "The trunks have been placed in the carriage. Will you bring Lizzy down?"
"Yes," replied Jane and went to Elizabeth's chamber directly. She knocked on the door, "Lizzy?" She entered and found Elizabeth standing in her familiar station in front of the window. Jane stood still for a moment, watching her sister. It saddened her to see her lively sister reduced to such a pitiable state. Listless. Emotionless. Wretched. And worst of all, Jane could not do anything to help her. "Lizzy, the carriage is ready."
Elizabeth turned around. "All right, Jane. I shall be down directly."
Jane hesitated, debating whether to leave. "Are you alright, Lizzy?"
Elizabeth looked at her with an ironic smile. "Fine, just fine." She paused. "I have run out of tears, Jane. I can't cry anymore, if I wanted to."
"You don't have to cry," said Jane.
"No, I suppose not," said Elizabeth.
"Does that mean you have forgiven yourself?" asked Jane.
Elizabeth looked away. "That is impossible."
"No, it's not," said Jane. "You just have to try."
"I don't want to try," said Elizabeth. "This is my punishment, Jane. My penance."
"And is that what Lord Sheffield wanted for you?" asked Jane.
Elizabeth looked at Jane. "Have you been talking to Anne?"
"Maybe," Jane said. "You didn't answer my question."
"I don't deserve to be happy, Jane. Don't you see that?" Elizabeth said.
"No," said Jane and then, sighed. "I will wait for you downstairs."
"I shall be there in a few moments," said Elizabeth. Oh, Victor, help me.
~~
"Miss de Bourgh," greeted Bingley.
"Anne, please," said Anne.
Bingley smiled. "Then I insist that you call me Charles. It is a pleasure to see you again."
Anne smiled graciously. "You are too kind. I dare say you have no idea why I am here."
"No idea absolutely," grinned Bingley.
Anne nodded. "Fair enough." She paused. "First of all, I would like to congratulate you on your happy choice. Jane is a truly lovely and marvelous woman. She will make you very happy."
"She already does." Bingley beamed.
"She leaves for Hertfordshire today, does she not?" asked Anne, perfectly aware of the answer.
Bingley nodded.
"So, what will you do?" asked Anne.
"I am going to Netherfield in a week," said Bingley.
"Are you, really?" said Anne, with interest. "Who else will go with you?"
"Just me," said Bingley. "Caroline and Louisa would rather not go."
"Excellent," muttered Anne.
"Excuse me?" said Bingley, puzzled.
"Nothing," said Anne. "This might appear to be an odd request, but would you mind terribly if Georgiana and I came to Netherfield with you?"
Bingley looked at her. "And Darcy as well?"
"No," said Anne. "Darcy does not know about this. And what's more he cannot find out, or he will forbid Georgiana to go. You see, Mrs. Annesley, her chaperone is visiting friends in the north. So, I am responsible for her, I suppose." Anne paused. "It is not the least bit improper, if that is what you are afraid of, Charles. You and I are practically family."
"We are?" Bingley seemed even more puzzled.
Anne nodded, "Once you marry Jane and Darcy marries Elizabeth, you shall be my cousin of sorts."
"Darcy is marrying Elizabeth?" Bingley's confusion increased tenfold.
"Yes he is," said Anne. "He just does not know it yet." She smiled. "You see, Charles, that is why it is important that I go to Hertfordshire. I can lure Darce there and then, he shall see that he must marry Elizabeth. It is a long, complicated story, and I will not bore you with the details. But in any case, it is important for me to go to Hertfordshire. And I do not know anyone else there. So I thought that perhaps I could impose on you for a while?"
"No imposition," said Bingley. "I would be glad to be of any service. So, Darcy and Elizabeth?" He paused. "I should have known. They make a handsome couple. Does Jane know?"
"She knows about Darce and Elizabeth," said Anne. "But she does not know of my plan."
"And you will lure Darcy to Hertfordshire?" said Bingley dubiously.
Anne nodded. "I have a plan, yes."
Bingley smiled, "Well, I hope it works, for my sake, at least. Darcy has been dreadful company these past few days and now, I suppose, I know the reason."
"Yes, you do," said Anne, getting up. "I must leave now. Thank you, Charles."
"You are welcome," grinned Bingley.
~~
"You are still awake, Darce?" Anne entered the library.
"So are you," said Darcy, looking up from his book.
"I am looking for a book," said Anne and smiled when she found it.
Darcy raised his eyebrows when he saw the cover. The Prince by Machiavelli. "Why am I not surprised that you read books about conspiracies and power and intrigue?"
Anne smiled at him. "It is fascinating, Darce."
"I am certain it is," said Darcy. "So, I heard that you visited Bingley today."
"From whom?" asked Anne.
"Bingley," said Darcy. "Why did you pay him a visit all of a sudden?"
"I wanted to congratulate him on securing Jane," said Anne.
"Really?" Darcy looked at her. "But they are not engaged."
"Yet," said Anne.
Darcy did not seem convinced. "Are you certain that was all?"
"Why would you suspect otherwise?" said Anne.
"Because I know you," said Darcy.
Anne laughed, but did not reply. Darcy looked at her for a moment, then returned to his old, tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet. Anne stood there indecisively for a minute, then said, "You miss her, don't you?"
Darcy looked up, knowing very well who she was referring to. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do," said Anne.
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"And what if I do?" Darcy said.
"Nothing." Anne smiled and walked to the door. "Goodnight, Darce."
Darcy frowned as she left. Anne, what are you up to?
~~
"Anne, I feel guilty," said Georgiana as they entered the carriage a week later.
"You have too many scruples," Anne told her.
"And that is a bad thing?" asked Georgiana.
Anne smiled at her. "Maybe not."
"So is the carriage going to take us to Mr. Bingley's house?" asked Georgiana.
"Yes, and we will proceed to Hertfordshire after that," said Anne. "Do not worry, Georgie. It is all taken care of."
"And did you leave a note for William?"
"Yes, indeed," said Anne. "Just the right mixture of reproach and warmth."
"Will he be terribly upset, do you think?"
"With any luck, yes," replied Anne.
Georgiana looked away. "Poor William..."
"Well, he deserves it," retorted Anne. "For being so stubborn. Was he always this stubborn?"
Georgiana shook her head. "He has never appeared stubborn to me."
"Who am I asking?" Anne said. "You would never find fault with 'dear William.' And besides, you are too young. He has always been the kind, older brother to you." She frowned. "But you see, Georgie, your brother is very stubborn. He refuses to accept his destiny, which leads him to Elizabeth, of course. He loves her and misses her. You saw how dull he has been all week?" Georgiana nodded. "That's because he misses her. But still, he will not go after her. Why? Because he thinks she hates him and blames him for Victor's death. She doesn't, of course. But he will not take my word for it."
"Miss Bennet must be very special if my brother loves her so much," said Georgiana.
"Yes, she is," nodded Anne with a sigh.
"Do you think he will follow us once he reads the letter?" asked Georgiana.
Anne shrugged. "I don't know. I hope so." She paused. "If he doesn't, we shall think of something, I dare say."
Georgiana smiled. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"
"How did you know?" Anne grinned.
~~
Darcy sighed as he sat at the dinner table. His thoughts wandered as he waited for his companions. A pair of dark, expressive eyes haunted his thoughts. They sparkled with humor and they flashed with anger. Darcy wished he could see those eyes again, if only flashing with anger. Anything would be better than the hell that had become his life. Waking every morning and realizing that he was alone, that he would be alone for the rest of his life. Georgiana was growing up fast and soon, would leave him for a handsome young man. Leave him completely alone. And wretched. No one could command his heart again as she had done. Darcy shook his head. He could not keep thinking about her. It was torture; pure agony.
"Mr. Darcy, sir," the butler's voice interrupted him.
"Yes?" Darcy looked up.
"Miss de Bourgh left this for you." He handed Darcy a note.
Darcy took it with a frown and opened it. It read:
Dear Darce,
Do not be terribly upset when you hear where Georgie and I have gone. Indeed, we have no other choice. We are going to Hertfordshire with Mr. Bingley. We would have told you sooner, but we feared your disapproval. Georgie, especially, for she fears that you have not yet forgiven her for her youthful indiscretions. She is not completely past Wickham yet. She needs closure and the only way to achieve it is for her to meet with a fellow sufferer, someone who has suffered through Wickham's hands, even more so than her. That someone is Elizabeth, Wickham's wife. I am convinced that this encounter will benefit Georgie, strengthen her. She laments that you will not be there to help her. She really needs you, Darce, but I explained to her that you could not go to Hertfordshire. I could not say why because I don't know. You don't need to follow us, Darce. I dare say Georgie will be fine. I will try and take care of her, though I cannot promise that I will be able to assume the role of a brother. But we have no other option. I remain your loving cousin,
Anne
Darcy read the letter twice before fully comprehending it. Damnations.
Chapter 39
"Well, here we are, ladies," said Bingley with a grin as they entered the parlor at Netherfield.
"A very pleasant place, Charles," commented Anne.
"I like it," said Bingley. "And it will serve my purposes for now."
Anne smiled. "Of course."
Georgie seemed confused. "What purposes?"
"Charles is in love with Miss Jane Bennet," explained Anne conspiratorially. "He saw her for the first time and instantly fell in love. Why do you suppose he decided to settle in such an obscure neighborhood? He leased Netherfield just so he could be near her."
"Really?" Georgie looked at Bingley in marvel.
"Pay no heed to her falsehoods, Georgie," said Bingley.
"So you are not in love with Jane?" Anne said slyly.
"No, I didn't say - that is to say, yes I am...," Bingley paused, shaking his head.
Anne chuckled, "I think I have befuddled him."
Bingley turned to Georgie. "I love Jane, but I didn't know her when I leased Netherfield."
"I believe you, Charles," giggled Georgie.
Bingley sighed, "You ladies must be tired. I shall allow you to rest and ask Mrs. Parker to serve dinner in an hour."
"That sounds wonderful, Charles, thank you," said Anne.
As he left, Georgie looked at her cousin. "Do you make it a point to tease everyone?"
"Always," smiled Anne.
"Then I am thankful that so far you have spared me."
"All in good time," Anne promised solemnly. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."
Georgie smiled. "You are too kind."
Anne laughed. "Now if only Darce would see that, especially when he comes charging to Hertfordshire, upset by my...um...creative solutions to his impossible problems."
"Do you think he will be upset?" Georgie seemed uneasy.
"Yes." Anne couldn't lie. "It is Darce, for goodness sakes. If he did not come here, upset and annoyed, I would be worried about his health." She smiled. "Rest assured, Georgie, there is nothing to worry about. Darce will be Darce, and all will be well when he comes."
"If he comes," Georgie corrected her.
"Do you honestly doubt that he will come?" asked Anne.
"Well...yes, I suppose."
"Georgie, how could he not come? You are his darling sister and the letter indicated that you need him. There is no way that he would ignore it. No way." Anne paused. "In fact, it wouldn't be entirely out of character for him to arrive early tomorrow morning. When he comes, Georgie, first he will fuss over you to be certain that you are alright. And then, he will interrogate me and accuse me of foul play." Anne smiled. "I shall refute his accusations, of course. I do have a reputation to maintain."
"Indeed?" Georgie raised her eyebrows. "I thought you prided yourself in being a scheming liar?"
Anne giggled. "Seems as though I am corrupting you already! This is not good. Darce will find his sweet, innocent Georgie corrupted by my inherently evil influence and he will draw blood, I dare say."
Georgie laughed. "I don't know why I ever thought that you were..." She paused.
"Boring? Submissive? Dull?" Anne suggested. Georgie blushed. "You, my dear, have stumbled upon my evil plan to lull the world into a false sense of security with my submissiveness. And then, I surprise them with my true self when least expected. The objective, as you may suppose, is countless hours of merriment and enjoyment at the expense of the poor saps who dare to take me for granted."
"Indeed, who would be so foolish as to take you for granted?!" Georgie laughed.
"You would be surprised," said Anne with a grin. "It would appear that in addition to being devilishly scheming, I am also a convincing actress."
"You definitely took me in," Georgie admitted. "But I was also five at the time."
Anne scoffed, "That's no excuse."
After the laughter subsided, Georgie said, "I am looking forward to meeting Miss Elizabeth Bennet."
"You will adore her," Anne assured her.
"I must admit I am a little scared," said Georgie.
"Of Elizabeth?" asked Anne with surprise. Georgie nodded. "Why?"
Georgie shrugged. "I don't know. Perhaps because William loves her so dearly."
"She is a wonderful person," said Anne.
"I don't doubt it," said Georgie. She was silent for a moment. "You know, Anne, how in William's note you said that I needed to meet a fellow sufferer. You are right. I need to see Elizabeth, speak to her, share experiences. This is something I must do."
Anne looked at her. "That's it, Georgie. You are very convincing. Remember to say it exactly like that. William would believe you in a heartbeat."
"It is not an act, Anne. I really feel this way."
"Very good," Anne nodded approvingly. "You have me fooled."
"I am serious, Anne!" exclaimed Georgie.
"You are?" Anne said slowly. "Oh."
"That is what I was trying to tell you," said Georgie.
"Then you have no reason to feel guilty," said Anne. "You are not lying."
"Well, we are still trying to deceive William," Georgie reminded her.
"Details, details," smiled Anne. "Remember it's for a good cause."
Georgie chuckled. "Of course."
~~
"Oh, Mr. Bennet, what will become of us?" moaned Mrs. Bennet.
Mr. Bennet glanced at his wife, and continued to calmly eat his dinner.
"Now that Lizzy is here again," continued Mrs. Bennet looking at her second daughter. "We have five grown daughters living under our roof, and not one of them is near marriage. What shall become of us all?! Now good Mr. Bingley returns to Netherfield today, but it is so odious of your father, Jane. He refuses to call on him."
Mr. Bennet looked at his wife. "You forced me into visiting him last year, and promised if I went to see him, he should marry one of my daughters. But it ended in nothing, and I will not be sent on a fool's errand again. If he wants our society, let him seek it. He knows where we live. I will not spend my hours in running after my neighbors every time they go away, and come back again."
"You see girls," said Mrs. Bennet. "Your father refuses to be of any service to you and you shall all have to die old maids."
"Good lord, no!" cried Lydia. "I must be married before I am Jane's age. I should very much like a husband, and if nothing else I should like to be widowed, at least. Like Lizzy."
Jane nearly choked on her soup, her eyes instantly flying towards her sister. Elizabeth did not seem to hear Lydia's comment, and if she did, she took great pains not to show it. Jane exchanged distressed glances with her father, but said nothing. Lydia, perfectly unaware of or unconcerned about her faux pas, chatted amicably about her day at Meryton.
Mrs. Bennet sighed, "If only Mr. Collins had stayed here longer. You know, Jane, while you were in town, our cousin Mr. Collins visited us here. He claimed your particular acquaintance, Lizzy. Did you know him well?"
"No," replied Elizabeth. "He is Lady Catherine's rector, but was away for most of the time. Visiting friends, I think."
"No matter," said Mrs. Bennet. "The point is that when Mr. Bennet leaves this world, that man is going to turn us all out of this house. If only he had shown interest in my girls, all would be well. But, instead, he was taken in by Charlotte Lucas." Elizabeth's head jerked up. Mrs. Bennet snorted. "Nothing came of it, I suppose, for he left Hertfordshire and has not since returned, but Charlotte Lucas seemed adamant. She will catch him if she can, I have no doubt. She wants to take my place in this house."
"With any luck, Mrs. Bennet," said Mr. Bennet. "I shall outlive you all."
That did not seem to comfort her. "Well, my only hope is that when Mr. Collins returns, for I am certain he will - he indicated as much to me, one of you girls will attempt to engage his attentions." Mrs. Bennet paused, "He would do very well for you, Lizzy since you are already a little acquainted with him. He is a respectable man with a secure future. You would be very happy."
"Mama!" Jane reproached, stealing a glance at Elizabeth.
"What, Jane, it is true," said Mrs. Bennet. "Surely, Lizzy, you don't intend to mourn your husband for the rest of your life?"
Elizabeth looked at her mother, amazed at how little she knew of her own daughter. "I assure you, mama, that I have no intention of mourning my husband." That much was true.
"I am glad to hear that," said Mrs. Bennet in a cheerful voice.
She continued to talk in that manner, ignoring Jane's gentle comments that Mr. Collins had not returned and probably had no immediate plans of doing so. Elizabeth remained silent for the rest of the meal, staring steadfastly at her plate. Kitty and Lydia debated over the merits of some new officer and Mary reminded them of the wickedness of the opposite sex. Mr. Bennet and Jane exchanged glances, but like Elizabeth, remained silent. When the meal concluded, Elizabeth instantly returned to her room. Jane hesitated, then followed her sister. She knocked and entered the room.
"Elizabeth, I am sorry about mama."
Elizabeth looked at her. "I expected nothing less."
"She means well," said Jane. "She asked a valid question, though."
"Did she? I must have missed it, what with her plans to marry me off to Mr. Collins."
Jane looked at her. "She asked if you intended to mourn for the rest of your life."
"And you heard my reply," said Elizabeth.
"Yes, I did," said Jane. "You said you wouldn't mourn your husband. I believe that to be true. But you are mourning, nonetheless."
"Maybe so," said Elizabeth. It was true. She was mourning. She was mourning Victor. She was mourning Mr. Darcy. She was mourning her life; lost opportunities, missed chances. She was mourning her own death, the death of her happiness, the death of the carefree, spirited woman she used to be. The woman who loved to laugh. The woman who loved to smile. The woman who loved to tease. That woman died with Victor. And Elizabeth didn't know if she could ever be resurrected.
"For how long, Lizzy?"
Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know." She paused, then said, "All I wanted, Jane, was to lead a normal life, with a husband and a family. The simple joys of life. Love. To love and be loved. Very naïve of me, I must say, but those dreams were irresistible. I thought I could have it all."
"You still can," said Jane softly.
"No," Elizabeth shook her head. She sighed, then changed the subject, "Do you believe mama's claims about Charlotte and Mr. Collins?"
"I can't see why mama would lie about it," replied Jane.
"She must be mistaken, Jane," said Elizabeth. "Charlotte cannot possibly have encouraged Mr. Collins. He is a pompous, odious fool," said Elizabeth.
"I thought you didn't know him well?" said Jane.
"I know him well enough," replied Elizabeth. "I saw him once or twice."
"Surely he can't be that bad, Lizzy?"
"Oh yes he can," said Elizabeth, smiling for the first time in many days.
Jane looked at her. "If he makes you smile, I think I should like him if I met him."
"With any luck," said Elizabeth. "You will never find out."
~~
"Good morning," Bingley greeted his guests as he seated himself for breakfast.
"Good morning, Charles," greeted Anne. "You certainly look happy."
"That would be because I am happy," grinned Bingley.
"I take it, then, that we shall visit the Bennets this morning?" asked Anne. Bingley nodded. "What a question to ask?" commented Anne. "I should have known. You wouldn't be grinning so unapologetically, otherwise."
Before Bingley got a chance to reply, the butler announced a new arrival. "Mr. Darcy, sir."
Bingley rose to greet his friend. "Remember to act surprised," Anne told him as he left the breakfast parlor. She glanced at her cousin, who seemed very nervous. "Don't worry, Georgie. Just remember to be yourself. Say what you feel and leave the rest to me." She paused. "And if he asks whether I kidnapped you, please assure him that I wouldn't do that - never mind if he is convinced that I have a devious, criminal bent."
"Well, don't you?" asked Georgie with a smile. She was learning quickly.
"That is completely besides the point," grinned Anne.
Within moments, Darcy and Bingley entered the parlor. Darcy immediately came to the table and embraced Georgie. "Are you alright, Georgie?" he asked.
"Yes, William, fine," she replied.
He let go of her reluctantly. "Are you certain?"
"Yes," said Georgie with a nod.
Meanwhile, Anne who had been quiet, said, "Won't I get a hug too, Darce?"
"No," Darcy glared at her.
Anne pretended to be hurt. "So be it." She smiled. "Well, we certainly are surprised to see you here." Someone please give me an award. I amaze myself.
"Are you really?" Darcy looked at her.
Anne nodded and Bingley said, "Indeed. But I am happy you came, nonetheless. Breakfast?"
Darcy accepted that offer and sat down. "Why did you leave without telling me, Georgie?"
Georgie looked uncomfortable. Anne came to her rescue. "But we did tell you. The note, remember?"
Darcy didn't seem convinced. "Telling me that you had left for Hertfordshire, after the fact, does not count." He looked at Anne. "So, was it all your doing, Anne? Did you convince Georgie to come here for some obscure reason of your own?"
My reasons are hardly obscure. "Have you no faith in me, Darce?"
"None, whatsoever," replied Darcy.
"It is my fault, William," Georgie said. "I wanted to come here to meet Miss Bennet. I didn't mean to alarm you, but I didn't think you would agree." She paused. "I need to do this, and I never meant to cause you any distress. Please forgive me. Anne is not to blame."
Bravo, Georgie. You make me proud, Anne thought.
Darcy seemed discomfited and assured Georgie that he was not upset, simply concerned about his sister's welfare. Georgie smiled thankfully and for the remainder of the meal, the conversation centered around their respective journeys to Hertfordshire. After breakfast concluded, Bingley and Georgie headed for the parlor. Anne got up and was about to follow them, but was prevented from doing so by Darcy.
"I don't believe that you are entirely innocent, Anne."
"I wouldn't have you believe that," said Anne. "I admit that I encouraged Georgie to come. The poor girl is not yet completely over the Ramsgate incident and it will help her to see that she was not the only one taken in by Wickham."
Darcy looked at her. "And that is the only reason you came here?"
"Of course," said Anne with perfect equanimity. "Why else do you think I came here?"
Darcy frowned. "You were not motivated by any false hopes that Elizabeth and I...that is to say, we...well, you know what I mean." Anne did not reply. Darcy said, "Well, either way, be assured that I am only here for my sister. Nothing more. I want to be here for her, so she may speak with me when her heart desires."
"I know," said Anne. Right, Darce, tell me another one.
"I have no wish to see or speak to Elizabeth," Darcy said solemnly.
Oh, you liar! "Of course."
"I intend to avoid Elizabeth at all expenses," said Darcy.
"Of course," said Anne. Good luck.
"She does not wish to see me and I will grant her that wish," Darcy said, as if trying to convince himself.
Should I tell him? He will resist. Of course, he will resist. No question about that. But there is always Georgie. I can use her...um...remind him of his brotherly duties. "Darce, you might want to change into fresh clothes."
"Why, what is wrong with these?" asked Darcy, looking at his attire.
"Nothing, but they are worn out by your journey and you wouldn't wish to be seen in company in them."
"We have company?" asked Darcy, puzzled.
"Did I forget to mention?" said Anne. "We are going to Longbourn today."
Chapter 39
"We are going to Longbourn," Anne repeated. "You know...the Bennets' residence..."
"Did you not hear a word I said?" Darcy asked in disbelief.
"Oh, I heard you," replied Anne. "It is all very well to say that you will avoid Elizabeth, but perhaps you forget that Meryton is a small place. You did not really expect not to see Elizabeth, did you? And what if you do see her? What are you afraid will happen? What can happen?" Anne paused. "And besides, your sole purpose for coming was to help Georgie and a lot of good you will do sulking here when Georgie meets Elizabeth for the first time."
Darcy was silent for a moment. "Yes...but..."
"But?" Anne knew she had destroyed his arguments.
Darcy knew it just as well. "I suppose it won't do much harm."
You can believe that if it gives you comfort, Darce. "That's the spirit," Anne smiled and left the parlor.
~~
Elizabeth attempted her best to ignore the conversation around her and focused her efforts on her needlework. Jane had convinced her to come down to the sitting parlor, and already Elizabeth was regretting her decision to heed her sister's advice. Jane had told her she couldn't isolate herself forever. Why not? Elizabeth frowned as she heard her mother mention something about Mr. Collins' sad lack of taste in women. Elizabeth sighed to herself, the mention of Mr. Collins forcing her to remember Rosings. And Mr. Darcy. Everything reminded her of Darcy these days, it seemed. Be it Shakespeare or moonlit nights. She couldn't go through a day when something she saw or heard didn't remind her of him. The way his eyes danced when he smiled. The way his face lit up when he teased her. The way he had looked at her when they had danced. Had that really been just two weeks ago? It seemed much longer to Elizabeth. So much had changed. That night Elizabeth had been so close to him. So deliciously close. They had shared something special. One dance. A single dance. The last dance. The last time she had spoken to Darcy, really spoken to him. Those memories of that day would have to last her a lifetime. Elizabeth wondered where he was that morning. And wherever he was, was he thinking of her? She didn't think so, she dared not hope so.
Elizabeth's thoughts were interrupted by Kitty's loud cries as she ran into the room. "Mama! Mama! Mr. Bingley! He is here. There is another gentleman and two ladies with him."
Elizabeth smiled at Jane. Jane tried very hard to conceal her gleeful smile, but failed miserably. Mrs. Bennet was less discrete. "Jane! How wonderful. He is here, Jane. sit up straight, dear. You must show your figure to the best advantage. Smile, Jane, smile. I can hear their footsteps. Lizzy, do not slouch so. Even if you have no interest in Mr. Bingley, I will not have any daughter of mine appear so uncouth."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, Hill announced the new arrivals. "Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, Miss de Bourgh."
Elizabeth paled, a deathly look on her face and all coherent thought banished from her head. Did she say Darcy? She couldn't have said Darcy. I must be hearing things. No, it can't be him. I really need some sleep. But she had not been hearing things for momentarily, the aforementioned persons entered the room. Elizabeth almost fainted in shock.
"Mr. Bingley!" cooed Mrs. Bennet. "It is so good to see you again. Very, very pleased to see you, I'm sure. And you brought your friends, too. It's been too long and I haven't forgotten your promise to dine with us. Would you be so kind as to grace us with your presence for dinner tomorrow? In fact, you are all invited."
Bingley smiled and accepted the invitation, stealing glances at Jane. "Mrs. Bennet, you are already acquainted with Darcy. This is his sister, Miss Darcy and that is Miss de Bourgh. Miss de Bourgh, as you might be aware, is the daughter of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, Miss Elizabeth's former employer."
Mrs. Bennet acknowledged the introductions. Anne said, "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth has told me so much about you." Mrs. Bennet seemed gratified. Elizabeth smiled, in spite of herself. Anne was at it again. "Elizabeth, how are you?"
Elizabeth looked at her friend, aware that other eyes were focused on her. "Fine, Anne. And what are you doing here?"
"Lizzy!" Mrs. Bennet admonished. "Is that any way to welcome your guests? Forgive her, Miss de Bourgh."
Anne smiled, "I know her well enough not to take offense. We were in the neighborhood and decided to pay you a visit. Georgiana, especially wanted to make your acquaintance."
Elizabeth looked at the younger girl, carefully avoiding a pair of dark eyes. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Darcy."
Georgie beamed. "The pleasure is all mine."
As the guests were seated and refreshments served, Bingley returned to his familiar place next to Jane and soon, the couple was oblivious to all else. Mrs. Bennet and Kitty carried on a conversation with Anne and Georgie. Elizabeth and Darcy remained predominantly silent. Anne managed to make Mrs. Bennet smile and laugh on several occasions and Elizabeth watched her friend in wonder. She had hardly acknowledged the one person in the room whose presence had surprised her the most. It was just as well. She didn't know what to say or think. Or feel. She didn't dare to look at Darcy and if she had, she would have seen the same look of confusion and disturbance on his face. The guests stayed for over an hour. At length, they rose to take their leave, with Mrs. Bennet reminding them of their promise to dine at Longbourn on the morrow. As the others exited the sitting parlor, Anne stayed behind to speak with Elizabeth in private.
"Georgie and I would appreciate it if you came to Netherfield tomorrow morning."
"I'm sure you would," frowned Elizabeth.
"Of course," smiled Anne.
"So you have involved Miss Darcy in your machinations already. Isn't that quick, even for you?"
"Perhaps," said Anne with a grin. "But so much the better, right?"
"Anne, what are you doing here?" asked Elizabeth, her face stern.
Anne looked at her. "Are you not glad to see me?"
Elizabeth's face softened. "I am, but...you know you can't do this to me. It is unfair, Anne. It is hard enough for me without having...him here. I am trying to do the right thing and you are making it so hard. It must be your fault. It has to be. No one else could have orchestrated...this." Elizabeth's distress was obvious. She muttered again, "It must be all your fault."
Anne laughed. "Who can say you and Darcy aren't compatible? Anything goes wrong and the first thing you both do is blame me. The sky is falling. Must be Anne's fault. Has to be Anne's fault."
"Because it generally is." Elizabeth allowed herself to smile.
"Fair enough," smiled Anne. "Ah, she smiles. There is hope yet."
The smile faded. "Anne," she said in a wary tone.
"You can't prevent me from hoping," Anne told her.
"Maybe not," said Elizabeth. "But it won't be my fault when you are disappointed."
"That is a risk I am willing to take," said Anne.
"Why?" Elizabeth asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I am a headstrong fool," Anne smiled. In a more serious note, she added, "And I also want two of my good friends to be happy."
"My destiny is not for you to dictate, Anne."
"Unfortunately," said Anne. "But I can certainly give it a little nudge."
"A little nudge?" Elizabeth scoffed. "Certainly."
Anne decided not to pursue the 'Darce issue.' There would be time enough for that later. "So, will you come tomorrow?"
Elizabeth sighed. "Why not."
Anne grinned as she left. "Excellent." Indeed.
~~
Elizabeth took a deep breath. It was so beautiful, so calm, so peaceful, so serene. Serenity in direct contrast to the tumult of her emotions. Tinges of orange were scattered on the evening sky like paint on a blue canvas. Elizabeth inhaled the fresh air from her vantage point at the top of Oakham Mount. She had escaped after dinner, eager for such solitude as would provide her the time to think. About something. Everything. He was here. A mile away. So close. So frighteningly close. Why is he here? She had no answer. She knew that somehow Anne was responsible for the turn of events, but how had Anne convinced Darcy to come to Hertfordshire? She doubted she would ever find out. Did she even want to find out? The less she knew, the better. She didn't want to know anything about him. Nothing. Nothing at all. She could care less. So what if he was in Hertfordshire. She didn't care. She didn't care at all. She was perfectly indifferent. What is he doing here? She paused. Damn. She was fighting a loosing battle. And worst of all, she didn't know who the enemy was.
"Do you come here often?"
Elizabeth held her breath, her heart beating wildly. That deep, baritone voice was unmistakable and she was scared that if she turned around, she would faint. But it had to be done. She had to face him. She turned around and looked at him, really, for the first time since he had arrived. Her heart skipped a beat. He was not smiling, but his eyes still danced with amusement or something akin to that. Or so Elizabeth believed. She could not really tell for she had quickly averted her gaze. It was dangerous. This was dangerous. Elizabeth needed to escape. She didn't trust herself
"Yes, when I get the opportunity." Elizabeth hoped she sounded calmer than she felt.
Darcy felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard her voice. What was he doing here? Why was he subjecting himself to such torture? He had only wished to clear his head with some fresh air. So much for that happy thought. He allowed his eyes to rest on her for a few moments. She seemed so distant. He could not fool himself. She was not happy to see him. Not even a little. It was a disconcerting thought. He had tried to convince himself that she hated him. But there had always been that tiny ray of hope that he was mistaken. That gentle hope. The power of suggestion. But that hope was wiped away from his heart now. He should never have allowed himself to hope. It made the taste of disappointment even more bitter. He should never have listened to Anne. It was his own fault, though. He had wanted to believe. Even after that devastating realization, Darcy did not move. He couldn't move. He was mesmerized. By the desire to steal any private moments. There wouldn't be many.
"It is beautiful," he finally managed to say.
"Yes," she agreed.
Darcy paused, knowing not what to say. "I want to thank you for being so kind to Georgie today. She really appreciates it."
"She is a very sweet girl," Elizabeth complemented.
"Thank you," Darcy was gratified. He paused. "You didn't give me the opportunity to say goodbye." Shut up, Darce, where did that come from?
Elizabeth looked at him. "It all happened rather quickly."
"Yes, yes, of course," Darcy said hastily. He was silent.
Say something, Lizzy. "I thought it would be easier if I left quietly."
Easier on whom? "Of course."
Elizabeth looked uneasy. "It was better that way."
"Of course," Darcy mumbled again.
"I didn't mean to seem ungrateful," said Elizabeth.
"No, of course not."
Elizabeth said no more. She didn't know what else to say.
Darcy interpreted her silence as a cue for him to leave. "I am afraid you have long been desiring my absence." He sighed. "My presence is obviously most unwelcome and I am sorry for imposing on you even though I know how vehemently you dislike and hate me. But that is a mistake I shall remedy now. Good day." With those words, Darcy bowed and prepared to leave.
Elizabeth was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mr. Darcy, wait."