Chapter 32 3rd March 1812 Mrs Elizabeth Darcy looked up from her book to watch the rain outside. Out the window she could see Lake Windermere. She was lying on the couch in the library, whilst her husband was busy composing a letter to his sister. Elizabeth had long ago finished her letter to Jane, so she had decided to try to read ‘The Tempest’ again, as the story seemed to match the inclement weather outside. Her eyes were drawn to the handsome figure of her husband. She thought back to all that had happened in the last three months. Her mother had scolded her on her return to the home, crying that her reputation would be ruined, returning wet and alone with Mr Darcy. After ensuring the Mr Darcy was tended to and dried, she had turned to Elizabeth and did not stop to draw breath in berating her second born. She stopped only when Mr Darcy and Mr Bennet returned into the drawing room to announce the engagement. And in that moment, Jane was forgotten and Elizabeth was her favourite daughter. Elizabeth had worried about Mr Darcy’s reaction to her mother's ‘enthusiasm’ at the match, but in truth he was just too happy and didn't hear anything that Mrs Bennet said. That evening there was a gathering planned at Longbourn to celebrate Jane’s engagement – it turned into a double celebration. It was all well and good that the celebration was done then, as the next day it was confirmed that Mr Collins had died, and Mr Bennet was busy organising the funeral arrangements. He travelled to Surrey the next day to organise his cousin’s burial in Mr Collin’s home town. Mr Darcy offered to take him as far as London, as he needed to return to town to advise his family in person of his engagement, and then travel onto Kent to advise his aunt. He also offered to take any correspondence from Mr Bennet to Lady Catherine regarding settling Mr Collin’s affairs at Hunsford and the on-forwarding of Mr Collins personal possessions to Longbourn. During the travel between Hertfordshire and London, which took a full day due to the detours they had to take caused by the storm, Mr Bennet came to appreciate Mr Darcy’s intelligence and dry sense of humour. In return, Mr Darcy could see the likeness between Elizabeth and her father. They spent the night in Mr Darcy’s townhouse, and it was the first time that Mr Bennet got a real appreciation of the wealth of Mr Darcy. The next day they separated, Mr Bennet travelled to Surrey, whilst Mr Darcy went to Rosings. After paying his aunt the mandatory respect and condolences to her loss of a pastor, with the subsequent inconvenience of having to find a new one, he managed to go to the parsonage and provide the instructions for packing up Mr Collins’ belongings. On return, he managed a quiet minute alone with his cousin to warm her off what would come, and where Anne provided her heartfelt congratulations. As he expected, in advising Lady Catherine of his upcoming nuptials, she at first did not believe it, followed by half an hour of argument before Mr Darcy had enough and left, severing all connection between them. He returned to Hertfordshire after first seeing his Uncle, the Earl, and getting his support for the union. As to Mr Wickham, Elizabeth only saw him at one dinner party after her engagement was announced. They did speak, he expressed his surprise, and Elizabeth replied that he was not the only one to tell half a story. They parted cordially with no desire to ever talk with the other again. But it mattered little. With the rain continuing, the field the militia was located on was cold and muddy. An outbreak of both gastroenteritis and trench foot saw the camp doctor recommend their removal to somewhere else. Within two weeks, the regiment had moved to the outskirts of Bristol, which had not been affected by the storm. The only officers left were Sanderson, Chamberlain and Carter, who stayed for Miss Goulding’s wedding. Lydia complained bitterly about the departure of the militia, and begged that the whole family would follow. These pleas were completely ignored by all, especially Mrs Bennet, who would not be distracted from the weddings of her two eldest daughters, and even went so far as to be annoyed by her youngest child. Mr Bennet returned after two weeks. As Mr Collins‘ nearest living male relative, he had been responsible for organising all the funeral arrangements and executing his will. Part of the original disagreement between Mr Bennet senior and Mr Collins senior was the fact that Mr Collins senior was not given access to the late Mrs Collins’ dowry on her death – he could only access the interest. Mr Collins junior could only use it for his education expenses up until he turned five and twenty. The provisions in the dowry meant that on his death, the money reverted back to the Bennet family. Mr Bennet promptly took the three and a half thousand pounds and put it aside for dowries for his daughters. This was then coupled with the confirmation that there were no more eligible male heirs in line to inherit (the last one having died at sea a few years earlier), meant that the entail was dissolved and Jane was made heir. Caroline was absolutely delighted and became noticeably friendlier to Jane. With Mr Bennet’s return meant that a date could be set for the wedding and preparations could begin. Considering the Bingley’s had already promised to visit a relative in Scarborough for Christmas, and the Darcy’s were promised to visit Matlock for Christmas, a date of mid February was set. Prior to that, the girls were invited to spend three weeks in January in London preparing their trousseau and being introduced to society. Elizabeth had been very pleased to meet Georgiana and had found her to be exactly as Mr Darcy described her- sweet but excessively shy. Elizabeth had engaged her in talk of music, which helped her to come out of her shell. When Georgiana had said that her brother admired Elizabeth’s playing greatly, Elizabeth told her that her brother was exaggerating her talents. After some tea, the two women went to the music room to play for the other, whilst Mr Darcy had business affairs to attend to. He came to find the two women laughing with each other. Elizabeth whispered in Georgiana’s ear. “I shall test your brother and I defy him to say that my playing is good.” She then attempted to play a complicated piece with mock solemnity. Her playing was terrible with frequent discordant notes. Georgiana was giggling away and Elizabeth was throwing challenging looks to Mr Darcy, an eyebrow upraised. At the end she rose. “I challenge you, sir, to say that gave you pleasure.” “On the contrary, nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing the two women I love most laughing and enjoying themselves.” Elizabeth recalled how nervous she was in being introduced to Mr Darcy’s aunt and uncle, the Earl and Countess of Matlock. But by the end of the visit she felt that she had impressed them both and felt relaxed around them. They in turn, could see why their nephew fell in love with Elizabeth and were pleased to confirm she wasn't a fortune hunter. In addition, Mr Darcy’s prediction of his aunt’s admiration for Jane Bennet was correct. The Countess liked them both so much that she invited them to stay with her for the final week of their London stay. In the whirlwind three weeks in London they had shopped for their trousseau and wedding dress, attended two plays, one opera and one concert. They had been to five dinners and three balls and had stayed long enough to be admired by London and left soon enough to be considered mysterious. It had been a resounding success. Happy was the day when Mrs Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters. The wedding was lauded as the grandest wedding anyone had ever seen in Meryton in their lifetime. Mr and Mrs Darcy left early to start making their way to Pemberley. After two days of travel they reached Pemberley, where they stayed two weeks. They had agreed to honeymoon at the lakes, but thought it best to delay until the snows had melted. So Elizabeth had spent the time getting to know the house, staff and tenants, and very much enjoyed wandering the property with her handsome husband. They had arrived at their cottage on the shores of Lake Windermere the day before. All they had managed to do was take a walk. The steady rain prevented any exploration of the area, but that suited Elizabeth fine. She stretched and decided it time to pay her husband some attention. “Mr Darcy, I think you have studied for enough three and four syllable words for your sister,” she joked as she rose and came to put her arms around her husband's neck. He put his quill down, then turned and grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her onto his lap. “I have just finished it.” He then kissed Elizabeth soundly, occupying them for some time. It was Elizabeth who pulled away first. “Hmm, I do wonder at why you fell in love with me.” He traced his fingers over her lips, then cupped her face, pulling her in for another kiss. “Because I knew how delightfully happy we would be together, and how very well you fit right here on my lap.” Elizabeth giggled and pulled away after brushing her lips against his. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place.” “I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words which laid the foundation. It was too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew it had began.” “Was it before I came to Netherfield? Before the storm?” “Yes, I already admired you by the time you came. It was after that tree fell that I made up my mind to act on my feelings.” “My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners – my behaviour to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" “For the liveliness of our mind, I did.” “You may as well call it impertinence at once. It was very little less. The fact is, that you were sick of civility, of deference, of officious attention. You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you , because I was so unlike them. Had you not been really amiable you would have hated me for it; but in spite of the pains you took to disguise yourself, your feelings were always noble and just; and in your heart, you thoroughly despised the persons who so assiduously courted you. There – I have saved you the trouble of accounting for it; and really, all things considered, I being to think it perfectly reasonable. To be sure, you knew of no actual good of me – but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.” “Was there no good in your affectionate behaviour to Jane, while she was at Netherfield?” “Dearest Jane! Who could have done less for her? But make a virtue of it by all means. My good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible.” “What about your tending to me when I was trapped under the tree? Or helping the Harrigans?” Elizabeth was about to protest, but he put a finger against her lips to quiet her. “I saw your loyalty, bravery and kindness. Despite your impertinence, there is an intelligent mind and a kind heart. How could I not love you once I knew that?” “But I wonder how long it would have taken for you to propose had I not asked about your engagement to your cousin?” “I was not in the mood for waiting any longer. Knowing of your dislike made me hesitant to rush into any proposal. I knew from my knowledge of your character that you would not rush into a decision and that you would need to be certain in your own mind before accepting a proposal. I had always intended to propose on that day, but in seeing your relief that I was not engaged gave me courage I had not felt before.” “Then you should be grateful to Mr Wickham for telling me that rumour. I’m certain that he would be delighted that he had contributed so much to our present happiness.” They both chuckled at this. “I don't think he contributed much. I think the storm had more to do with it.” “That is true. If not for the storm, Jane would not have gotten wet and become sick and I would not have gone to Netherfield.” “Rain is normal, so she may still have gotten wet and become sick,” countered Mr Darcy. “But if not for the storm, when we were walking outside, you would not have been hit by that tree, and you would not have found out that I did not like you.” “I would like to think I would have realised eventually.” “When did you decide that you wanted to marry me? When did the leap between admiration to knowing you were in love occur?” “After learning you did not like me,“ grinned Mr Darcy, toying with a curl of Elizabeth’s fringe. “You could not stand it that I did not give you immediate approbation?” “No, it was more afterwards as I was forced to rest in bed and there was nothing else for me to do other than think. I realised my attraction was more than that, that it had turned into love, and that I couldn't stomach the thought of a life without you in it. That you had all the qualities that mattered in a wife. From that moment, I resolved to win you over, no matter what. But realising your original dislike, I knew it would take some time for that to evolve from dislike to love.” “So if the storm had died down and you were not injured, how long before you would have realised that? Or would you have left town resolved to forget me?” Mr Darcy ‘s look turned serious. “I would hope it wouldn't have been much longer.“ “But I would have left within two days of that walk outside. Jane had recovered by that stage. I do shudder to think that I could have left Netherfield without having seen your true self. Otherwise I might very well have believed what Mr Wickham told me. With his story reinforcing my already low opinion of you, I would have been even more set against you. I can't see how we could have come together.” “Charles would have been engaged to Jane. I’m certain I would have convinced you before long. Maybe we might not be married now, but I'm certain we would still have been married before the end of spring. When did you know that you loved me?” “When I thought that there was no chance that I could have you- when Mr Wickham told me you were engaged. I felt my stomach drop and I knew in that moment there could be no other for me.” At this, Mr Darcy kissed his wife again. After a time, Elizabeth pulled away, biting her lip. “So, that time we fell asleep in the Netherfield library... you were already in love with me?” “Yes, I knew you would take yourself there at some stage. And as you couldn't visit me in my room, I resolved to stay in the library where I knew I would see you.” Elizabeth shook her head. “Did you dream of anything whilst there?” “I dreamt of you,“ said Mr Darcy teaching his fine down her face. “Did you dream?” Elizabeth blushed slightly. “I dreamt of you as well.” So they spent the remainder of that day discussing and recreating their dreams from the Netherfield library and taking them to the logical conclusion. So, in nine months time to the day, when their first son was born, he was named Ferdinand Bennet Darcy, in honour of the Tempest that brought them together. Epilogue As Mr Collins died, Charlotte Lucas never married him. Instead, when Elizabeth invited her family to Pemberley for the summer, she invited Charlotte to join them. At Pemberley, Charlotte met a widower from a neighbouring property. He was a man in his mid- forties, with two young children. His wife had died three years earlier and he sought a wife however, middle-aged, balding men of modest property with two young children did not inspire romantic notions in seventeen year old girls. However, for Charlotte, he was a perfect match with the added bonus that she liked his young boy and girl. Miss Lucas became Mrs Wheeton by the end of autumn. Elizabeth was delighted to have her friends less than ten miles away, and their respective children were close. Another bonus of having her family at Pemberley for the summer was that Lydia’s single- minded focus on officers was redirected to being horse mad. She spent most of her time riding and she developed such a strong bond with her horse, that Mr and Mrs Darcy gifted the horse to Lydia as a sixteenth birthday present. By the time she was considered old enough to be invited to London at eighteen, she had become an accomplished horsewoman, and attracted the notice of a Major Johnson, whom she married. They never saw Mr Wickham again, but they did read of his demise some years later. Colonel Fitzwilliam was able to find more information from his army contacts. Mr Wickham had died from an accident. Though Mr Wickham had been found dallying with a sheriff’s daughter the day prior to his ‘accident’, the sheriff deemed that irrelevant to the speedy investigation of his death. Ten years after the last girl had left Longbourn, Mr Bennet decided to redo the inheritance of Longbourn. He was keen that whomever inherited it would take it as their home. Jane and Elizabeth were both living on their own estates in Derbyshire and neither would uproot their family to return to Longbourn. Kitty had married a successful lawyer in London, who had considered that marrying Mrs Darcy's sister to be a wise business decision. They were very happy in London and clearly would only visit the estate over summer. Lydia’s husband was a major and was himself due to inherit an estate from his bachelor uncle. Mr Bennet decided that Mary should inherit, as she had married a pastor from the neighbouring parish and came home every week to check on her parents. Mrs Bennet died happy, knowing her daughters were all very well settled and her home would be inherited by her daughters. A Christmas present for you all. 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3rd March 1812

Mrs Elizabeth Darcy looked up from her book to watch the rain outside. Out the window she could see Lake Windermere. She was lying on the couch in the library, whilst her husband was busy composing a letter to his sister. Elizabeth had long ago finished her letter to Jane, so she had decided to try to read ‘The Tempest’ again, as the story seemed to match the inclement weather outside.

Her eyes were drawn to the handsome figure of her husband. She thought back to all that had happened in the last three months.

Her mother had scolded her on her return to the home, crying that her reputation would be ruined, returning wet and alone with Mr Darcy. After ensuring the Mr Darcy was tended to and dried, she had turned to Elizabeth and did not stop to draw breath in berating her second born. She stopped only when Mr Darcy and Mr Bennet returned into the drawing room to announce the engagement. And in that moment, Jane was forgotten and Elizabeth was her favourite daughter.

Elizabeth had worried about Mr Darcy’s reaction to her mother's ‘enthusiasm’ at the match, but in truth he was just too happy and didn't hear anything that Mrs Bennet said.

That evening there was a gathering planned at Longbourn to celebrate Jane’s engagement – it turned into a double celebration.

It was all well and good that the celebration was done then, as the next day it was confirmed that Mr Collins had died, and Mr Bennet was busy organising the funeral arrangements. He travelled to Surrey the next day to organise his cousin’s burial in Mr Collin’s home town. Mr Darcy offered to take him as far as London, as he needed to return to town to advise his family in person of his engagement, and then travel onto Kent to advise his aunt. He also offered to take any correspondence from Mr Bennet to Lady Catherine regarding settling Mr Collin’s affairs at Hunsford and the on-forwarding of Mr Collins personal possessions to Longbourn.

During the travel between Hertfordshire and London, which took a full day due to the detours they had to take caused by the storm, Mr Bennet came to appreciate Mr Darcy’s intelligence and dry sense of humour. In return, Mr Darcy could see the likeness between Elizabeth and her father. They spent the night in Mr Darcy’s townhouse, and it was the first time that Mr Bennet got a real appreciation of the wealth of Mr Darcy.

The next day they separated, Mr Bennet travelled to Surrey, whilst Mr Darcy went to Rosings. After paying his aunt the mandatory respect and condolences to her loss of a pastor, with the subsequent inconvenience of having to find a new one, he managed to go to the parsonage and provide the instructions for packing up Mr Collins’ belongings. On return, he managed a quiet minute alone with his cousin to warm her off what would come, and where Anne provided her heartfelt congratulations. As he expected, in advising Lady Catherine of his upcoming nuptials, she at first did not believe it, followed by half an hour of argument before Mr Darcy had enough and left, severing all connection between them. He returned to Hertfordshire after first seeing his Uncle, the Earl, and getting his support for the union.

As to Mr Wickham, Elizabeth only saw him at one dinner party after her engagement was announced. They did speak, he expressed his surprise, and Elizabeth replied that he was not the only one to tell half a story. They parted cordially with no desire to ever talk with the other again. But it mattered little.

With the rain continuing, the field the militia was located on was cold and muddy. An outbreak of both gastroenteritis and trench foot saw the camp doctor recommend their removal to somewhere else. Within two weeks, the regiment had moved to the outskirts of Bristol, which had not been affected by the storm. The only officers left were Sanderson, Chamberlain and Carter, who stayed for Miss Goulding’s wedding. Lydia complained bitterly about the departure of the militia, and begged that the whole family would follow. These pleas were completely ignored by all, especially Mrs Bennet, who would not be distracted from the weddings of her two eldest daughters, and even went so far as to be annoyed by her youngest child.

Mr Bennet returned after two weeks. As Mr Collins‘ nearest living male relative, he had been responsible for organising all the funeral arrangements and executing his will.

Part of the original disagreement between Mr Bennet senior and Mr Collins senior was the fact that Mr Collins senior was not given access to the late Mrs Collins’ dowry on her death – he could only access the interest. Mr Collins junior could only use it for his education expenses up until he turned five and twenty. The provisions in the dowry meant that on his death, the money reverted back to the Bennet family. Mr Bennet promptly took the three and a half thousand pounds and put it aside for dowries for his daughters.

This was then coupled with the confirmation that there were no more eligible male heirs in line to inherit (the last one having died at sea a few years earlier), meant that the entail was dissolved and Jane was made heir. Caroline was absolutely delighted and became noticeably friendlier to Jane.

With Mr Bennet’s return meant that a date could be set for the wedding and preparations could begin. Considering the Bingley’s had already promised to visit a relative in Scarborough for Christmas, and the Darcy’s were promised to visit Matlock for Christmas, a date of mid February was set. Prior to that, the girls were invited to spend three weeks in January in London preparing their trousseau and being introduced to society.

Elizabeth had been very pleased to meet Georgiana and had found her to be exactly as Mr Darcy described her- sweet but excessively shy. Elizabeth had engaged her in talk of music, which helped her to come out of her shell. When Georgiana had said that her brother admired Elizabeth’s playing greatly, Elizabeth told her that her brother was exaggerating her talents. After some tea, the two women went to the music room to play for the other, whilst Mr Darcy had business affairs to attend to.

He came to find the two women laughing with each other. Elizabeth whispered in Georgiana’s ear. “I shall test your brother and I defy him to say that my playing is good.” She then attempted to play a complicated piece with mock solemnity. Her playing was terrible with frequent discordant notes. Georgiana was giggling away and Elizabeth was throwing challenging looks to Mr Darcy, an eyebrow upraised.

At the end she rose. “I challenge you, sir, to say that gave you pleasure.”

“On the contrary, nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing the two women I love most laughing and enjoying themselves.”

Elizabeth recalled how nervous she was in being introduced to Mr Darcy’s aunt and uncle, the Earl and Countess of Matlock. But by the end of the visit she felt that she had impressed them both and felt relaxed around them. They in turn, could see why their nephew fell in love with Elizabeth and were pleased to confirm she wasn't a fortune hunter.

In addition, Mr Darcy’s prediction of his aunt’s admiration for Jane Bennet was correct. The Countess liked them both so much that she invited them to stay with her for the final week of their London stay.

In the whirlwind three weeks in London they had shopped for their trousseau and wedding dress, attended two plays, one opera and one concert. They had been to five dinners and three balls and had stayed long enough to be admired by London and left soon enough to be considered mysterious. It had been a resounding success.

Happy was the day when Mrs Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters. The wedding was lauded as the grandest wedding anyone had ever seen in Meryton in their lifetime. Mr and Mrs Darcy left early to start making their way to Pemberley.

After two days of travel they reached Pemberley, where they stayed two weeks. They had agreed to honeymoon at the lakes, but thought it best to delay until the snows had melted. So Elizabeth had spent the time getting to know the house, staff and tenants, and very much enjoyed wandering the property with her handsome husband.

They had arrived at their cottage on the shores of Lake Windermere the day before. All they had managed to do was take a walk. The steady rain prevented any exploration of the area, but that suited Elizabeth fine. She stretched and decided it time to pay her husband some attention. “Mr Darcy, I think you have studied for enough three and four syllable words for your sister,” she joked as she rose and came to put her arms around her husband's neck.

He put his quill down, then turned and grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her onto his lap. “I have just finished it.” He then kissed Elizabeth soundly, occupying them for some time.

It was Elizabeth who pulled away first. “Hmm, I do wonder at why you fell in love with me.”

He traced his fingers over her lips, then cupped her face, pulling her in for another kiss. “Because I knew how delightfully happy we would be together, and how very well you fit right here on my lap.”

Elizabeth giggled and pulled away after brushing her lips against his. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place.”

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words which laid the foundation. It was too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew it had began.”

“Was it before I came to Netherfield? Before the storm?”

“Yes, I already admired you by the time you came. It was after that tree fell that I made up my mind to act on my feelings.”

“My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners – my behaviour to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?"

“For the liveliness of our mind, I did.”

“You may as well call it impertinence at once. It was very little less. The fact is, that you were sick of civility, of deference, of officious attention. You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you , because I was so unlike them. Had you not been really amiable you would have hated me for it; but in spite of the pains you took to disguise yourself, your feelings were always noble and just; and in your heart, you thoroughly despised the persons who so assiduously courted you. There – I have saved you the trouble of accounting for it; and really, all things considered, I being to think it perfectly reasonable. To be sure, you knew of no actual good of me – but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.”

“Was there no good in your affectionate behaviour to Jane, while she was at Netherfield?”

“Dearest Jane! Who could have done less for her? But make a virtue of it by all means. My good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible.”

“What about your tending to me when I was trapped under the tree? Or helping the Harrigans?” Elizabeth was about to protest, but he put a finger against her lips to quiet her. “I saw your loyalty, bravery and kindness. Despite your impertinence, there is an intelligent mind and a kind heart. How could I not love you once I knew that?”

“But I wonder how long it would have taken for you to propose had I not asked about your engagement to your cousin?”

“I was not in the mood for waiting any longer. Knowing of your dislike made me hesitant to rush into any proposal. I knew from my knowledge of your character that you would not rush into a decision and that you would need to be certain in your own mind before accepting a proposal. I had always intended to propose on that day, but in seeing your relief that I was not engaged gave me courage I had not felt before.”

“Then you should be grateful to Mr Wickham for telling me that rumour. I’m certain that he would be delighted that he had contributed so much to our present happiness.” They both chuckled at this.

“I don't think he contributed much. I think the storm had more to do with it.”

“That is true. If not for the storm, Jane would not have gotten wet and become sick and I would not have gone to Netherfield.”

“Rain is normal, so she may still have gotten wet and become sick,” countered Mr Darcy.

“But if not for the storm, when we were walking outside, you would not have been hit by that tree, and you would not have found out that I did not like you.”

“I would like to think I would have realised eventually.”

“When did you decide that you wanted to marry me? When did the leap between admiration to knowing you were in love occur?”

“After learning you did not like me,“ grinned Mr Darcy, toying with a curl of Elizabeth’s fringe.

“You could not stand it that I did not give you immediate approbation?”

“No, it was more afterwards as I was forced to rest in bed and there was nothing else for me to do other than think. I realised my attraction was more than that, that it had turned into love, and that I couldn't stomach the thought of a life without you in it. That you had all the qualities that mattered in a wife. From that moment, I resolved to win you over, no matter what. But realising your original dislike, I knew it would take some time for that to evolve from dislike to love.”

“So if the storm had died down and you were not injured, how long before you would have realised that? Or would you have left town resolved to forget me?”

Mr Darcy ‘s look turned serious. “I would hope it wouldn't have been much longer.“

“But I would have left within two days of that walk outside. Jane had recovered by that stage. I do shudder to think that I could have left Netherfield without having seen your true self. Otherwise I might very well have believed what Mr Wickham told me. With his story reinforcing my already low opinion of you, I would have been even more set against you. I can't see how we could have come together.”

“Charles would have been engaged to Jane. I’m certain I would have convinced you before long. Maybe we might not be married now, but I'm certain we would still have been married before the end of spring. When did you know that you loved me?”

“When I thought that there was no chance that I could have you- when Mr Wickham told me you were engaged. I felt my stomach drop and I knew in that moment there could be no other for me.”

At this, Mr Darcy kissed his wife again. After a time, Elizabeth pulled away, biting her lip. “So, that time we fell asleep in the Netherfield library... you were already in love with me?”

“Yes, I knew you would take yourself there at some stage. And as you couldn't visit me in my room, I resolved to stay in the library where I knew I would see you.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Did you dream of anything whilst there?”

“I dreamt of you,“ said Mr Darcy teaching his fine down her face. “Did you dream?”

Elizabeth blushed slightly. “I dreamt of you as well.”

So they spent the remainder of that day discussing and recreating their dreams from the Netherfield library and taking them to the logical conclusion.

So, in nine months time to the day, when their first son was born, he was named Ferdinand Bennet Darcy, in honour of the Tempest that brought them together.


Epilogue

As Mr Collins died, Charlotte Lucas never married him. Instead, when Elizabeth invited her family to Pemberley for the summer, she invited Charlotte to join them. At Pemberley, Charlotte met a widower from a neighbouring property. He was a man in his mid- forties, with two young children. His wife had died three years earlier and he sought a wife however, middle-aged, balding men of modest property with two young children did not inspire romantic notions in seventeen year old girls. However, for Charlotte, he was a perfect match with the added bonus that she liked his young boy and girl. Miss Lucas became Mrs Wheeton by the end of autumn. Elizabeth was delighted to have her friends less than ten miles away, and their respective children were close.

Another bonus of having her family at Pemberley for the summer was that Lydia’s single- minded focus on officers was redirected to being horse mad. She spent most of her time riding and she developed such a strong bond with her horse, that Mr and Mrs Darcy gifted the horse to Lydia as a sixteenth birthday present. By the time she was considered old enough to be invited to London at eighteen, she had become an accomplished horsewoman, and attracted the notice of a Major Johnson, whom she married.

They never saw Mr Wickham again, but they did read of his demise some years later. Colonel Fitzwilliam was able to find more information from his army contacts. Mr Wickham had died from an accident. Though Mr Wickham had been found dallying with a sheriff’s daughter the day prior to his ‘accident’, the sheriff deemed that irrelevant to the speedy investigation of his death.

Ten years after the last girl had left Longbourn, Mr Bennet decided to redo the inheritance of Longbourn. He was keen that whomever inherited it would take it as their home. Jane and Elizabeth were both living on their own estates in Derbyshire and neither would uproot their family to return to Longbourn. Kitty had married a successful lawyer in London, who had considered that marrying Mrs Darcy's sister to be a wise business decision. They were very happy in London and clearly would only visit the estate over summer. Lydia’s husband was a major and was himself due to inherit an estate from his bachelor uncle. Mr Bennet decided that Mary should inherit, as she had married a pastor from the neighbouring parish and came home every week to check on her parents.

Mrs Bennet died happy, knowing her daughters were all very well settled and her home would be inherited by her daughters.

A Christmas present for you all. I hope you have enjoyed this story.]]> Anne V Derbyshire Writers' GuildMon, 22 Dec 2025 04:55:39 +0000