Excessively Attentive 37-39

Excessively Attentive 37-39 Author note: I have some news. I typed "The End" on my master file this morning. Now it's a matter of posting here and final polish. It's actually all written. - Jessica Thirty-Seven “Well?” demanded Jane, not seconds after Anne shut the door to Elizabeth's room that evening. “Well?” Elizabeth queried with as much wide-eyed innocence as she could conjure. She knew, of course, what was being asked. Anne rolled her eyes, poking her sister in the side as she sat down. “You and William, of course. Do not think it was not obvious that some kind of agreement was made earlier today.” “Quite,” Jane agreed, sitting down on Elizabeth's other side. “I may be eager to wed Bingley, but you and William act like newlyweds at the bruncheon!” Elizabeth blushed. “Courtship, and courtship only,” Elizabeth admitted. She gave Anne a sidelong look. “For which you can only blame our mother. William and I had already agreed we would come to a conclusion after Jane's wedding,” she nodded at her sister, “but that was deemed insufficient by our female elders.” “Finally!” Anne exclaimed. “You will do wonders for William.” “You complement each other quite well,” Jane agreed. “Now I can wed Bingley without a fret of concern about your future happiness. It shall only be second to my own.” Elizabeth laughed. “I do not have your goodness, Jane. I cannot have your happiness, but I do seem to have escaped a need to wait for another Mr. Collins.” Jane laughed, and Anne looked askance. “I did think I understood that, but … Mr. Collins? Did he really?” Elizabeth nodded vigorously. “Oh, indeed, and,” she winced, “not even the threat of my mother, sisters, and myself being left to the hedgerows should my father predecease him could persuade me to accept him.” She gave Anne a long glance. “I know my hesitancy won some respect from our family, but no amount of loyalty could force me to join my life to him.” Anne nodded slowly. “Having been in his company several times, I cannot fault you there. He seems a relatively decent person, but he is … uncomfortable company for Mrs. Collins. I can only imagine how much more so he would have been for you.” Elizabeth bit her lip. “It was a prudent match for Charlotte. It would have been a prudent match for me. But I … could not.” “And for my cousin's sake,” Anne replied hotly, “I am glad you did not! For my sake.” She shuddered. “Had you come to us, and he presented you as his wife … I do not know what would have become of our mother.” Jane looked pensive, and Elizabeth asked her why. Jane pursed her lips as she thought. “Secure in Bingley's affections as I was at that moment, I do not think I would have accepted Mr. Collins either, had he offered for me. A month later, I was despondent enough to have accepted him simply to never hear 'Oh, sister! Oh, Mr. Bingley!' from our mother again. A month before?” Jane shrugged. “I may have decided that Mr. Collins was acceptable enough, for our mother and my dearest sisters' sake, and that my wish to marry for love was immature.” “I am glad,” Elizabeth replied softly, “that timing fell in our favour, there. For you are happy, Jane, and I would not want to see you any other way. I would have indeed attempted to dissuade you, much like I did Charlotte. I would not wish you to sacrifice your happiness for the rest of us.” Jane suddenly shook herself and smiled. “Fortunate, then, we fools in love, that we need not forsake one happiness for another.” “Quite,” Elizabeth agreed. Jane kissed her sister on the cheek and made to leave. She paused. “Are we to keep this from mother?” “Until your wedding is completed,” Elizabeth affirmed. “Although I believe there will be some sort of official notice, the banns will not be read until after you are Mrs. Bingley.” “Very well,” Jane replied. “I shall let Bingley know our timeline for our wedding trip, then. I will not miss your wedding, either, Lizzy!” “How can you be sure of how long you will have?” Anne asked, although Elizabeth suspected she was teasing. “I dare say William will ensure a proper engagement before Bingley and I leave for our trip,” Jane replied. Elizabeth, remembering William's suggestions of the steps just outside, blushed but did not give her sisters that satisfaction. Who knew what might change betwixt now and then? * * * Darcy felt relieved that Georgiana's enthusiasm for gaining six sisters all in one fell swoop was just as much as she had hinted it might be, when nudging him to ask Elizabeth. She was disappointed that they were not yet engaged. “Six weeks? You must wait six weeks?” she asked. “Perhaps a bit more,” Darcy shrugged. “She will want Jane to stand with her, and I intend to ask Bingley stand with me, as well.” Georgiana made to pout, but sighed instead at her companion's pointed but quiet cough. “Yes, Mrs. Annesley.” She focused back on Darcy. “You do have every intention of ensuring she becomes my sister at the earliest possible time?” Darcy firmly squashed his wayward imagination again. “Yes, my dear sister. At the earliest appropriate time, in the appropriate manner, following all of the proper proprieties and sundry.” Georgiana laughed, and even a shadow of a smile flickered across Mrs. Annesley's expression. “The gossip pages will be so disappointed, I am sure,” she replied. Mrs. Annesley smiled. “I have little doubt the gossip pages will concoct their own amusements with no assistance from reality.” Darcy chuckled. “Quite, Mrs. Annesley. The writers exercise their wild flights of fantasy as often as they report on public activities.” Thirty-Eight The initial questions of arrival asked and answered, and a mild refreshment offered and consumed, Mrs. Collins and Miss Lucas made themselves comfortable in Mrs. Gardiner's parlour. Congratulations in person were extended to Jane and accepted cheerfully. All in all, they made a happy gathering. Plans for the afternoon and next few days were discussed, then -- “You will be returning to Longbourn as well, Lizzy?” Charlotte asked, perplexed. “Mr. Collins and I presumed you would return to Rosings with Lady Catherine.” “Mère understands my reasoning, and supports it,” Elizabeth replied. “She and Anne still intend to return to Rosings, and still expect to escort you as well. They anticipate attending Jane's wedding in Hertfordshire.” “What a merry party we will be going home!” Maria cheered. “Yes,” Jane replied, far more sedately. “Mr. Bingley anticipates opening Netherfield just a day or two after we return to Longbourn. Mr. Darcy expects to join Bingley at the same time.” Charlotte gave Elizabeth a significant look at that news. “Does he indeed?” she replied, her tone deceptively mild. “He is standing up with Bingley,” Elizabeth replied. “It can be of little wonder that he joins his friend at such a time.” “And what of Miss Bingley and the Hursts?” “Miss Bingley has indicated she will travel to Netherfield with the Hursts a few days later.” Jane shrugged, seemingly at complete ease. “And you can think of no other cause for Mr. Darcy to join Mr. Bingley before Mr. Bingley's own family?” “Bingley has owned he considers Mr. Darcy as good as a brother,” Jane said, although Elizabeth suspected she caught a teasing note in the comment. Mrs. Gardiner smiled slightly, her tone quite teasing. “How fortunate for your Mr. Bingley, then, that Elizabeth has agreed to consider Mr. Darcy's suit.” Exclamations overlapped from the Lucas sisters, and Elizabeth bid they lower their voices. “Yes, I have agreed to a courtship with Mr. Darcy. I only presume my aunt shared that information with you to prevent any … misunderstandings.” Elizabeth shot a slightly irritated look at her aunt, who simply smiled back. “Only a courtship?” Charlotte nearly pouted in disappointment. “We agreed we do not wish to overshadow Jane's wedding,” Elizabeth shrugged. “We all know what my mother Bennet would do should I also return properly engaged.” Charlotte and Maria both winced slightly. “Quite,” Charlotte agreed after a moment. “But that sounds much like you intend to accept.” Elizabeth shrugged again. “I would not have agreed if I did not.” Mrs. Gardiner turned the subject to the schedule for the next few days, and then rose to tend to the children. Elizabeth opted to leave for a walk, and Charlotte joined her, as did the groom. Charlotte glanced back at the groom, sedately following behind several paces. “Are there still concerns?” Elizabeth nodded. “Fewer than there were, but concerns remain.” “Does that play into your relocation?” “Not at the moment. It was deemed safe enough,” Elizabeth replied. “I will not be able to attend both your wedding and Jane's, if they are separate.” “Mère may be able to assist in transport, if that is the concern,” Elizabeth replied. “Travel so far, twice, may be too much for me and … well,” Charlotte started to clarify, but ended with a vague gesture at her middle. Elizabeth gave her friend a sharp look. “Are you sure?” Charlotte nodded. “It is early yet. I have not even told Mr. Collins or Maria.” “And early is as risky as very late,” Elizabeth frowned. “I hope all goes well, and of course do not risk yourself needlessly.” She smiled. “I know you approve, and that is more than sufficient.” Charlotte laughed. “Approve is a mild word for it, but yes.” She sobered. “I expected to talk to you at Rosings, but I may not see you again for some time.” “We did not expect to see each other for some time once I left Hunsford,” Elizabeth replied. Charlotte gave her a rueful smile. “I own, I had raised my hopes that you would, at least temporarily, take up residence at Rosings.” She shook her head, and laughed slightly. “But the change of plans pleases me greatly, for your sake.” Elizabeth eyed her friend. There seemed a sense of regret in Charlotte's air. “Charlotte, please be honest. Are you happy?” Charlotte glanced away, frowning. “I find myself melancholy, but that may be the,” she gestured at her middle again rather than setting a word to her condition. “I recall my mother doing likewise at this stage. Otherwise, I am … as content as I could be, in my situation. I am certainly better off than some of our friends in Hertfordshire.” She looked back at Elizabeth, with a slight smile. “Any hope I had of romance ended long before Mr. Collins became a prospect. I have all that I ever dared truly hope for. This,” the gesture again, “is the last piece, assuming all goes well, although I certainly would welcome more than one.” Elizabeth nodded, but not being sure what comfort -- if any -- she could give her friend, she remained silent, and they walked companionably. After a few moments, they turned back to the Gardiners' road, and ended back at the doorstep. “Strange, is it not, how much has changed since you stood here on the way to my home?” Charlotte asked, looking up at the façade. Elizabeth looked as well, her mind going back to the thoughts of three fortnights ago: Jane's health and happiness, her own discomfort at being in Mr. Collins' presence, her curiosity regarding Lady Catherine. William barely impinged on her thoughts, except as a vague source of discomfort in entering Kent. “So many stories have been told, these past few weeks,” Elizabeth agreed. “So many still yet unknown.” “You will have to write them all down, some day,” Charlotte opined as they gained the door and the groom disappeared to his duties. “You have the flare that the rest of us lack.” “Perhaps,” Elizabeth temporized. “Once I know more of the stories myself, perhaps.” * * * Richard found Darcy in his library, tending to correspondence. The door had barely shut when he spoke. “My mother tells me that you formalized your courtship with our Elizabeth.” Darcy, who looked up as soon as he heard Richard's voice, laid his pen down. “I have, although I persuaded both of my aunts that there need not be any public disclosure of that change.” Richard smirked, settling himself into a chair across from Darcy. “You know there will be quite the outcry when you announce the wedding.” “Undoubtedly,” Darcy agreed. “But, while the only opinion I truly care about on this topic is Elizabeth's, I doubt you came to share your disapproval.” “Not a shred of disapproval here,” Richard concurred. “I came to be pleased with you.” “And, perhaps, escape your mother's commentary about your lack of progress in the same field?” Richard snorted. “She reminded me that I am yet another year older, and 'even Darcy is finding someone to settle down with'.” He mimicked his mother's voice, accurately enough that Darcy looked quite amused. “She is, of course, correct,” Darcy observed, smirking at him. “'Tis your fault for finding the Bennets first,” Richard huffed at him. Darcy leaned back, suddenly intent. “Jane seems a bit … sweet, for your tastes, Richard.” “And Elizabeth, before becoming a de Bourgh, rather too poor for my habits of expense,” he sighed. “Ah. Which diminishes the potential interest of the younger girls.” “Miss Mary asked intelligent questions, and Miss Catherine seemed quite empathetic.” Darcy nodded slowly. “What of Anne?” “I do not know,” Richard replied. “It is not that she is not pretty of her own accord, in her own way, but she … lacks something I do not know how to describe.” “Elizabeth, for all her innate sweetness, is unafraid to challenge all and sundry,” Darcy said. “That may be it.” Richard gestured in the general direction of the street. “Too many lasses interested in agreeing the sky is purple, or perhaps green, if only it means I take a fancy to them. My career allows me plenty of opportunity to see how such a mentality can wreck havoc on a battalion. I cannot imagine that such refusal to make the most miniscule of objections can improve the health and financial prospects of an estate, even if only a borrowed one.” “Alexander still offering you the use of one of the smaller estates?” “Provided I find a lass to tolerate,” Richard affirmed. “For now, he is content to let me manage the horses in exchange for a percentage.” “You do have an eye for them.” Darcy leaned forward. “Perhaps, with your brother's support, fortune is less of an issue than you believe. I think you require a different metric to consider.” “And what might that be?” Richard retorted. “Can she learn what is necessary to breed and raise horses of a quality fit for nobility? Can she enjoy your favourite pastime -- riding -- easily enough, or learn to? Or will she be content to accept you have a deep love for them, and not hinder those pursuits?” Darcy leaned back. “A gentleman's daughter -- not brought up too high -- would not need quite as many expenses as you have a habit for, but may also have the understanding of all the concerns of husbandry.” Richard rested his head on his hand. “What you mean, of course, is to find a lass with her head on straight, knowledge enough to be economical, fond of horses -- or at least knowledgeable of livestock, and a desire to better our circumstances.” “Not in so many words, but yes.” “That is not Anne.” Darcy shrugged. “It may not be Anne. But you mentioned two prospects who may fit, and I dare say if you look for someone willing to challenge you, you may find others.” Richard nodded slowly. “It may be worth looking at the field from a different vantage point.” * * * Wickham took the mail at roll call in a bit of surprise. Apart from the unanticipated summons from Lord Matlock, Wickham had not had a letter at this posting yet. He tucked them away, to pursue later, although the two letters weighed on his thoughts most of the day. Miss Lydia even teased him, when he and the rest of the officers joined the Bennets for dinner. “So distracted you are today, Wickham!” “Forgive me, Miss Lydia. I have had much to think about these past few weeks,” he replied with what he hoped was a disarming smile. “I shall attempt to concentrate more assiduously.” He did try, and Miss Lydia did not broach his distractedness again. Therefore, he appeared to do so tolerably well. Mr. Bennet, however, was not fooled. During the separation of the sexes, Mr. Bennet asked him in an undertone if there were any concerns which should be shared. “No, sir. I simply received two letters, earlier, and have not had the opportunity to peruse them.” Bennet glanced around the room, before nodding. “I can understand hesitancy. Please do let me know if there are any concerns to share.” “Of course, sir.” The carriages returning the officers to the barracks had left over an hour previous, and most of his fellows had retired for the evening. Wickham continued to dawdle, until the remainders offered to deal him into their current round. “I thank you, but no. I have other business to attend,” he excused himself. He had promised William, after all. His room looked no different than it had when the express from Lord Matlock arrived, upending his already topsy-turvy world. He took the letters out, and stared at them for a moment longer, before deciding to open the one with a more masculine hand. He expected it was William's, although another page slipped out from the middle, in a more feminine hand. QuoteBrother, Georgiana professed a wish to communicate with you, and I felt it appropriate to enable her desires in this regard. The staff at the London house have been informed that communications from you to her are approved, although they are not yet aware of the relationship. I have informed them that you are considered family, and will be treated as such. Wickham took several minutes to digest this, before turning back to the letter. William noted that he had likely already heard the news of Bingley and Miss Bennet, and communicated his own current understanding with Miss Elizabeth, such as it was. It was brief, and to the point, but their communications had been strained or worse for so long, Wickham could not expect more. He had not even expected this much. To be given permission to write Georgiana was an unexpected windfall. He opened her letter next, and read her excitement at William agreeing. QuoteMostly, brother, I wished to be able to tell you that you are not entirely alone in the world, as you used to believe. William has not shared all of the details of your estrangement's start; I will leave it to you to decide if you wish to share them with me. I know he is concerned about your influence on me but I am more concerned on our influence on you. Not knowing all, or even most, of the details means I cannot provide advice on how to, if it is even possible to, make amends for past deeds. Knowing the truth of your intent behind our previous interactions has placed them in a proper light. While, perhaps, manners were not as proper as they were meant to be, an explanation to William of whatever disagreement lies between you may help? Or perhaps, if you believe that will not bring some measure of understanding, simply asking what you need to do to set things correct? The letter shifted again, and ended on a trivial note, with an affectionate adieu. Wickham sighed. He knew, of course, one of the causes of the estrangement, even before the misunderstanding about Georgiana. Certainly, given his previous failings, Darcy had been entirely correct to be concerned about Georgiana's safety. A waterfall of blonde hair, cascading in his hands … rain drops pattering on the small dual headstone … Emma. He shook the memories away, and focused his attention on the other letter. Miss de Bourgh? Wickham shrugged and opened the letter. Anne confided her confusion about Elizabeth -- joy, but also disconcertion at so much change so fast. She noted she could not truly confide that emotion to anyone else in the family, for they all were focused on softening the changes for Elizabeth. From here, she segued into what Wickham initially felt was gossip -- Lady Catherine's long-time steward was starting to feel his age, and mentioning the idea of retiring. What, Wickham wondered, did that have to do with him? Her next paragraph explained thusly: Quote… I have reminded Mother that you were in training to take on the Stewardship, either Rosings or at Pemberley. She has expressed reservations, given what we know of your gambling habits from the debts William has discharged over the years. I have countered that I believe it is a habit borne of a form of nihilism, especially in light of recent divulgences. She does not know all of your circumstances for such a malaise; William only shared that information in close confidence to Richard and myself. Did you love her? William says that he believed you did, for you talked about her often, speaking of a desire to ask for her hand. But I suppose you anticipated your vows, and when her family realized it, her family refused to allow any contact. They wanted only Pemberley money. He told us he only agreed because he was going to bring you personally to her after the babe was born, so you could follow through. He made them quite cross when he told you of their death. I am so very sorry; child birth can be so risky. From what William says, she at least knew you did not abandon her by choice. You truly have just had poorly dealt hand after poorly dealt hand, have you not? Take a few months to settle down from the recent upheavals, and consider the possibility of at least training with Mother’s Steward. It is not a dishonourable profession for a second son. Yours, etc, Anne Wickham set the letter down, undone in multiple directions. His Emma had not cut him off, and William had intended to bring them together despite her family’s displeasure. His grief came over him afresh, the loss of his beloved, his betrothed, and the loss of his unexpected but wanted firstborn. The grief storm raged for a while before Wickham was spent. He did sleep, but it was not a sleep of refreshment. Thirty-Nine A week with good friends seemed to set Mrs. Collins into a better mood, and Elizabeth endeavoured over that same week to further a closer relationship between her dear friend and her oldest sister. She hoped it was enough to ease Charlotte's concerns about her condition. “Until we meet again in Hertfordshire,” Anne said, embracing Elizabeth a last time before entering the carriage. “I will miss you, sister,” Elizabeth replied. “And I you,” said Anne. She ducked into the carriage to sit beside their mother. Lady Catherine smiled slightly from the carriage, and Elizabeth fancied she saw a shimmer of tears. She forwent comment, believing that her first thought for a joke about misplacing either Anne or Charlotte would be rather misplaced itself. She turned to Charlotte, and the friends hugged fiercely. “If you must avoid travel, Jane will not hold it against you any more than I would,” Elizabeth whispered. Charlotte nodded. “You will write to me, Lizzy?” “Always, Charlotte,” agreed Elizabeth as they stood back. The groom assisted Charlotte into the carriage. A last round of farewells, and then Lady Catherine directed the coachman to start off. Elizabeth felt a pang of separation she had not entirely anticipated, not only for Charlotte. She could not linger over it long, however, as their last week in London remained busy with the details of socializing with friends old and new, along with preparations for Jane's wedding. Some items, Elizabeth also looked at, with an eye towards ordering by mail if possible. It was the second week of May, in which the three young ladies set out together from Gracechurch Street. For Jane and Elizabeth, the morning had already been busy as farewells occurred first at ------ House, with both Darcys in attendance as well as the Fitzwilliams. Thence, the carriage brought Jane and Elizabeth to Gracechurch Street, where another round of affectionate farewells took place. By the time they reached the town where Mr. Bennet's carriage was to meet them at the inn, the older girls were far from refreshed, while Maria still chattered intermittently about kittens. Still, upon seeing their younger sisters waiting for them, Jane and Elizabeth shared a smile, and sought out their father's coachman to arrange moving their luggage to the Bennet carriage. The younger girls came down to meet the elder and Maria, and they adjourned to the dining room which had been secured. News about the militia being sent to Brighton and Lydia's despair of such was shared, and then Lydia broached other news. Elizabeth dismissed the waiter, and Jane shook her head at Lydia's antics. Wickham, by Lydia's report, had lost interest in Mary King, and the girl had been removed to Liverpool to live with her uncle. Lydia cried triumph over the other girl, but Elizabeth and Jane shared a glance. “How has Mr. Wickham fared these last weeks?” Jane asked. “Oh, aye,” Kitty replied, “fair well enough. Lydia insists he flirts with her constantly, but I have seen none of it.” “Lies!” cried Lydia. “Perspective, perhaps,” Elizabeth corrected. “He is quite a few years older than you, Lydia. He may be unaware of how you perceive his actions.” “But,” Kitty continued as if Lydia had not interrupted her, “I believe he has been melancholy since his abrupt visit to London. Denny and the others have mentioned he no longer joins them for cards, at the very least.” “I hope he rallies his spirits soon,” Jane answered mildly, although the half not-glance at Elizabeth showed her concern. Lydia, however, caught the look, and cried, “Perhaps Lizzy gained a beau and Wickham is pining for her!” Elizabeth dismissed such nonsense promptly. “Mr. Wickham was called to London by Lord Matlock, my maternal uncle, to discuss various business concerns.” A truth, without elaborating on the type of concerns. “I only encountered Mr. Wickham but two days before he returned to Hertfordshire at the same time as our father.” “Truly,” Jane added, “such conjectures are problematic, Lydia. Dreadful rumours have been caused by far less such comments.” “Oh!” Lydia huffed. “Maria and Kitty will side with me on this. It is simply silliness.” Maria shook her head briskly. “Do not draw me into that quarrel, Lydia. I know what happened to Charlotte, long before Mr. Collins married her. She fancied someone, a long time ago, when I was little. I remember he was very nice. But a rumour started up that he was responsible for one of the tavern maid's … situation. He left for the Navy, I think. And she later admitted she had lied to protect someone else.” Maria shrugged sadly. “But a while later, word came from his family that he had died while at sea. And Charlotte married Mr. Collins.” Elizabeth wondered if she had known that story and forgotten it, or if perhaps it occurred before she was an age to have been aware. Mrs. Bennet certainly never mentioned it. Lydia made a moue of disgust, before grudgingly agreeing to be a little bit less silly for the sake of simply being silly. No one wanted to be stuck with a Mr. Collins. “It does lessen the fun, however,” Kitty sighed. “We did have many good jokes to share with you.” “Perhaps in the carriage,” Elizabeth replied. “And as long as there are far fewer in the future,” agreed Jane. “Barely engaged, and already nagging me like an old lady,” Lydia laughed. “But I am engaged, and I do not wish to lose my fiancé over a frivolous rumour,” Jane replied. “True!” Kitty agreed. “And you shall not turn out an old maid after all!” Lydia exclaimed, diverted to a new topic already. “I know my Mother and my aunt Phillips had begun to despair you might!” “Ah, yes,” Elizabeth sighed dramatically, with a slight smile. “The hedgerows. I nearly thought I would take up residence there myself, after Charlotte's engagement.” The other girls laughed, and the conversation settled into lesser news. Before long, the entire party was cozy in Mr. Bennet's carriage, with every spare space stuffed with a bandbox or small bag. The stories and jokes soon flowed, and Elizabeth attempted to suppress her wince. She noted how often certain names came up -- Wickham, Denny. Her own situation appeared to have not yet made the rounds of gossip -- at least, not from Lydia's recounts. No mention of militia officers arriving at Longbourn to ask after her health, or any such various instances. They were welcomed by a large party, for the Lucases arrived to collect Maria, ask after Charlotte, and warmly congratulate Miss Bennet. Mrs. Bennet's pleasure with her eldest, however, eclipsed all else. Mr. Bennet's pleasure for his eldest, while palpable, was far more contained. Elizabeth watched it all, feeling reassured she and William had been correct to delay their own agreement. After the Lucases left, Lydia attempted to convince her sisters they should walk to Meryton. Elizabeth steadfastly opposed such a scheme, and Jane supported her. “After all,” Jane said sweetly, “I shall not have much longer to spend with you here. I should like to visit with my sisters for a while, before I must turn my attention to the matter of preparing for my wedding. But perhaps tomorrow? I do have a list of items to look for at the milliner's.” Mrs. Bennet overheard the comment, and chastised Jane. “You were in London! You did not need to leave anything for Meryton.” Jane shrugged slightly. “I had my reasons, Mama. Mr. Bingley particularly requested a few items be selected from the milliner's here, as this is where we met.” It did not go unnoticed how easily the words “Mr. Bingley” soothed over any of Mrs. Bennet's concerns or complaints. Elizabeth wondered if, over the next few weeks, Jane would occasionally run dangerously close to overusing that method of reprieve.https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131810#msg-131810Mon, 24 Aug 2026 19:45:14 +0100 Phorum 5.2.22 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131826#msg-131826 Re: Excessively Attentive 37-39https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131826#msg-131826 Steph D Derbyshire Writers' GuildSun, 25 Jan 2026 04:59:47 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131815#msg-131815 Re: Excessively Attentive 37-39https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131815#msg-131815 Anne V Derbyshire Writers' GuildFri, 16 Jan 2026 00:39:45 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131813#msg-131813 Re: Excessively Attentive 37-39https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131813#msg-131813 Dorothee Derbyshire Writers' GuildMon, 12 Jan 2026 16:30:55 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131810#msg-131810 Excessively Attentive 37-39https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131810,131810#msg-131810Author note: I have some news. I typed "The End" on my master file this morning. Now it's a matter of posting here and final polish. It's actually all written. - Jessica

Thirty-Seven

“Well?” demanded Jane, not seconds after Anne shut the door to Elizabeth's room that evening.

“Well?” Elizabeth queried with as much wide-eyed innocence as she could conjure. She knew, of course, what was being asked.

Anne rolled her eyes, poking her sister in the side as she sat down. “You and William, of course. Do not think it was not obvious that some kind of agreement was made earlier today.”

“Quite,” Jane agreed, sitting down on Elizabeth's other side. “I may be eager to wed Bingley, but you and William act like newlyweds at the bruncheon!”

Elizabeth blushed. “Courtship, and courtship only,” Elizabeth admitted. She gave Anne a sidelong look. “For which you can only blame our mother. William and I had already agreed we would come to a conclusion after Jane's wedding,” she nodded at her sister, “but that was deemed insufficient by our female elders.”

“Finally!” Anne exclaimed. “You will do wonders for William.”

“You complement each other quite well,” Jane agreed. “Now I can wed Bingley without a fret of concern about your future happiness. It shall only be second to my own.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I do not have your goodness, Jane. I cannot have your happiness, but I do seem to have escaped a need to wait for another Mr. Collins.”

Jane laughed, and Anne looked askance. “I did think I understood that, but … Mr. Collins? Did he really?”

Elizabeth nodded vigorously. “Oh, indeed, and,” she winced, “not even the threat of my mother, sisters, and myself being left to the hedgerows should my father predecease him could persuade me to accept him.” She gave Anne a long glance. “I know my hesitancy won some respect from our family, but no amount of loyalty could force me to join my life to him.”

Anne nodded slowly. “Having been in his company several times, I cannot fault you there. He seems a relatively decent person, but he is … uncomfortable company for Mrs. Collins. I can only imagine how much more so he would have been for you.”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “It was a prudent match for Charlotte. It would have been a prudent match for me. But I … could not.”

“And for my cousin's sake,” Anne replied hotly, “I am glad you did not! For my sake.” She shuddered. “Had you come to us, and he presented you as his wife … I do not know what would have become of our mother.”

Jane looked pensive, and Elizabeth asked her why. Jane pursed her lips as she thought. “Secure in Bingley's affections as I was at that moment, I do not think I would have accepted Mr. Collins either, had he offered for me. A month later, I was despondent enough to have accepted him simply to never hear 'Oh, sister! Oh, Mr. Bingley!' from our mother again. A month before?” Jane shrugged. “I may have decided that Mr. Collins was acceptable enough, for our mother and my dearest sisters' sake, and that my wish to marry for love was immature.”

“I am glad,” Elizabeth replied softly, “that timing fell in our favour, there. For you are happy, Jane, and I would not want to see you any other way. I would have indeed attempted to dissuade you, much like I did Charlotte. I would not wish you to sacrifice your happiness for the rest of us.”

Jane suddenly shook herself and smiled. “Fortunate, then, we fools in love, that we need not forsake one happiness for another.”

“Quite,” Elizabeth agreed.

Jane kissed her sister on the cheek and made to leave. She paused. “Are we to keep this from mother?”

“Until your wedding is completed,” Elizabeth affirmed. “Although I believe there will be some sort of official notice, the banns will not be read until after you are Mrs. Bingley.”

“Very well,” Jane replied. “I shall let Bingley know our timeline for our wedding trip, then. I will not miss your wedding, either, Lizzy!”

“How can you be sure of how long you will have?” Anne asked, although Elizabeth suspected she was teasing.

“I dare say William will ensure a proper engagement before Bingley and I leave for our trip,” Jane replied.

Elizabeth, remembering William's suggestions of the steps just outside, blushed but did not give her sisters that satisfaction. Who knew what might change betwixt now and then?

* * *

Darcy felt relieved that Georgiana's enthusiasm for gaining six sisters all in one fell swoop was just as much as she had hinted it might be, when nudging him to ask Elizabeth. She was disappointed that they were not yet engaged.

“Six weeks? You must wait six weeks?” she asked.

“Perhaps a bit more,” Darcy shrugged. “She will want Jane to stand with her, and I intend to ask Bingley stand with me, as well.”

Georgiana made to pout, but sighed instead at her companion's pointed but quiet cough. “Yes, Mrs. Annesley.” She focused back on Darcy. “You do have every intention of ensuring she becomes my sister at the earliest possible time?”

Darcy firmly squashed his wayward imagination again. “Yes, my dear sister. At the earliest appropriate time, in the appropriate manner, following all of the proper proprieties and sundry.”

Georgiana laughed, and even a shadow of a smile flickered across Mrs. Annesley's expression. “The gossip pages will be so disappointed, I am sure,” she replied.

Mrs. Annesley smiled. “I have little doubt the gossip pages will concoct their own amusements with no assistance from reality.”

Darcy chuckled. “Quite, Mrs. Annesley. The writers exercise their wild flights of fantasy as often as they report on public activities.”

Thirty-Eight

The initial questions of arrival asked and answered, and a mild refreshment offered and consumed, Mrs. Collins and Miss Lucas made themselves comfortable in Mrs. Gardiner's parlour. Congratulations in person were extended to Jane and accepted cheerfully. All in all, they made a happy gathering.

Plans for the afternoon and next few days were discussed, then -- “You will be returning to Longbourn as well, Lizzy?” Charlotte asked, perplexed. “Mr. Collins and I presumed you would return to Rosings with Lady Catherine.”

“Mère understands my reasoning, and supports it,” Elizabeth replied. “She and Anne still intend to return to Rosings, and still expect to escort you as well. They anticipate attending Jane's wedding in Hertfordshire.”

“What a merry party we will be going home!” Maria cheered.

“Yes,” Jane replied, far more sedately. “Mr. Bingley anticipates opening Netherfield just a day or two after we return to Longbourn. Mr. Darcy expects to join Bingley at the same time.”

Charlotte gave Elizabeth a significant look at that news. “Does he indeed?” she replied, her tone deceptively mild.

“He is standing up with Bingley,” Elizabeth replied. “It can be of little wonder that he joins his friend at such a time.”

“And what of Miss Bingley and the Hursts?”

“Miss Bingley has indicated she will travel to Netherfield with the Hursts a few days later.” Jane shrugged, seemingly at complete ease.

“And you can think of no other cause for Mr. Darcy to join Mr. Bingley before Mr. Bingley's own family?”

“Bingley has owned he considers Mr. Darcy as good as a brother,” Jane said, although Elizabeth suspected she caught a teasing note in the comment.

Mrs. Gardiner smiled slightly, her tone quite teasing. “How fortunate for your Mr. Bingley, then, that Elizabeth has agreed to consider Mr. Darcy's suit.”

Exclamations overlapped from the Lucas sisters, and Elizabeth bid they lower their voices. “Yes, I have agreed to a courtship with Mr. Darcy. I only presume my aunt shared that information with you to prevent any … misunderstandings.” Elizabeth shot a slightly irritated look at her aunt, who simply smiled back.

“Only a courtship?” Charlotte nearly pouted in disappointment.

“We agreed we do not wish to overshadow Jane's wedding,” Elizabeth shrugged. “We all know what my mother Bennet would do should I also return properly engaged.”

Charlotte and Maria both winced slightly. “Quite,” Charlotte agreed after a moment. “But that sounds much like you intend to accept.”

Elizabeth shrugged again. “I would not have agreed if I did not.”

Mrs. Gardiner turned the subject to the schedule for the next few days, and then rose to tend to the children. Elizabeth opted to leave for a walk, and Charlotte joined her, as did the groom.

Charlotte glanced back at the groom, sedately following behind several paces. “Are there still concerns?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Fewer than there were, but concerns remain.”

“Does that play into your relocation?”

“Not at the moment. It was deemed safe enough,” Elizabeth replied.

“I will not be able to attend both your wedding and Jane's, if they are separate.”

“Mère may be able to assist in transport, if that is the concern,” Elizabeth replied.

“Travel so far, twice, may be too much for me and … well,” Charlotte started to clarify, but ended with a vague gesture at her middle.

Elizabeth gave her friend a sharp look. “Are you sure?”

Charlotte nodded. “It is early yet. I have not even told Mr. Collins or Maria.”

“And early is as risky as very late,” Elizabeth frowned. “I hope all goes well, and of course do not risk yourself needlessly.” She smiled. “I know you approve, and that is more than sufficient.”

Charlotte laughed. “Approve is a mild word for it, but yes.” She sobered. “I expected to talk to you at Rosings, but I may not see you again for some time.”

“We did not expect to see each other for some time once I left Hunsford,” Elizabeth replied.

Charlotte gave her a rueful smile. “I own, I had raised my hopes that you would, at least temporarily, take up residence at Rosings.” She shook her head, and laughed slightly. “But the change of plans pleases me greatly, for your sake.”

Elizabeth eyed her friend. There seemed a sense of regret in Charlotte's air. “Charlotte, please be honest. Are you happy?”

Charlotte glanced away, frowning. “I find myself melancholy, but that may be the,” she gestured at her middle again rather than setting a word to her condition. “I recall my mother doing likewise at this stage. Otherwise, I am … as content as I could be, in my situation. I am certainly better off than some of our friends in Hertfordshire.” She looked back at Elizabeth, with a slight smile. “Any hope I had of romance ended long before Mr. Collins became a prospect. I have all that I ever dared truly hope for. This,” the gesture again, “is the last piece, assuming all goes well, although I certainly would welcome more than one.”

Elizabeth nodded, but not being sure what comfort -- if any -- she could give her friend, she remained silent, and they walked companionably. After a few moments, they turned back to the Gardiners' road, and ended back at the doorstep.

“Strange, is it not, how much has changed since you stood here on the way to my home?” Charlotte asked, looking up at the façade.

Elizabeth looked as well, her mind going back to the thoughts of three fortnights ago: Jane's health and happiness, her own discomfort at being in Mr. Collins' presence, her curiosity regarding Lady Catherine. William barely impinged on her thoughts, except as a vague source of discomfort in entering Kent. “So many stories have been told, these past few weeks,” Elizabeth agreed. “So many still yet unknown.”

“You will have to write them all down, some day,” Charlotte opined as they gained the door and the groom disappeared to his duties. “You have the flare that the rest of us lack.”

“Perhaps,” Elizabeth temporized. “Once I know more of the stories myself, perhaps.”

* * *

Richard found Darcy in his library, tending to correspondence. The door had barely shut when he spoke. “My mother tells me that you formalized your courtship with our Elizabeth.”

Darcy, who looked up as soon as he heard Richard's voice, laid his pen down. “I have, although I persuaded both of my aunts that there need not be any public disclosure of that change.”

Richard smirked, settling himself into a chair across from Darcy. “You know there will be quite the outcry when you announce the wedding.”

“Undoubtedly,” Darcy agreed. “But, while the only opinion I truly care about on this topic is Elizabeth's, I doubt you came to share your disapproval.”

“Not a shred of disapproval here,” Richard concurred. “I came to be pleased with you.”

“And, perhaps, escape your mother's commentary about your lack of progress in the same field?”

Richard snorted. “She reminded me that I am yet another year older, and 'even Darcy is finding someone to settle down with'.” He mimicked his mother's voice, accurately enough that Darcy looked quite amused.

“She is, of course, correct,” Darcy observed, smirking at him.

“'Tis your fault for finding the Bennets first,” Richard huffed at him.

Darcy leaned back, suddenly intent. “Jane seems a bit … sweet, for your tastes, Richard.”

“And Elizabeth, before becoming a de Bourgh, rather too poor for my habits of expense,” he sighed.

“Ah. Which diminishes the potential interest of the younger girls.”

“Miss Mary asked intelligent questions, and Miss Catherine seemed quite empathetic.”

Darcy nodded slowly. “What of Anne?”

“I do not know,” Richard replied. “It is not that she is not pretty of her own accord, in her own way, but she … lacks something I do not know how to describe.”

“Elizabeth, for all her innate sweetness, is unafraid to challenge all and sundry,” Darcy said.

“That may be it.” Richard gestured in the general direction of the street. “Too many lasses interested in agreeing the sky is purple, or perhaps green, if only it means I take a fancy to them. My career allows me plenty of opportunity to see how such a mentality can wreck havoc on a battalion. I cannot imagine that such refusal to make the most miniscule of objections can improve the health and financial prospects of an estate, even if only a borrowed one.”

“Alexander still offering you the use of one of the smaller estates?”

“Provided I find a lass to tolerate,” Richard affirmed. “For now, he is content to let me manage the horses in exchange for a percentage.”

“You do have an eye for them.” Darcy leaned forward. “Perhaps, with your brother's support, fortune is less of an issue than you believe. I think you require a different metric to consider.”

“And what might that be?” Richard retorted.

“Can she learn what is necessary to breed and raise horses of a quality fit for nobility? Can she enjoy your favourite pastime -- riding -- easily enough, or learn to? Or will she be content to accept you have a deep love for them, and not hinder those pursuits?” Darcy leaned back. “A gentleman's daughter -- not brought up too high -- would not need quite as many expenses as you have a habit for, but may also have the understanding of all the concerns of husbandry.”

Richard rested his head on his hand. “What you mean, of course, is to find a lass with her head on straight, knowledge enough to be economical, fond of horses -- or at least knowledgeable of livestock, and a desire to better our circumstances.”

“Not in so many words, but yes.”

“That is not Anne.”

Darcy shrugged. “It may not be Anne. But you mentioned two prospects who may fit, and I dare say if you look for someone willing to challenge you, you may find others.”

Richard nodded slowly. “It may be worth looking at the field from a different vantage point.”

* * *

Wickham took the mail at roll call in a bit of surprise. Apart from the unanticipated summons from Lord Matlock, Wickham had not had a letter at this posting yet. He tucked them away, to pursue later, although the two letters weighed on his thoughts most of the day.

Miss Lydia even teased him, when he and the rest of the officers joined the Bennets for dinner. “So distracted you are today, Wickham!”

“Forgive me, Miss Lydia. I have had much to think about these past few weeks,” he replied with what he hoped was a disarming smile. “I shall attempt to concentrate more assiduously.”

He did try, and Miss Lydia did not broach his distractedness again. Therefore, he appeared to do so tolerably well.

Mr. Bennet, however, was not fooled. During the separation of the sexes, Mr. Bennet asked him in an undertone if there were any concerns which should be shared.

“No, sir. I simply received two letters, earlier, and have not had the opportunity to peruse them.”

Bennet glanced around the room, before nodding. “I can understand hesitancy. Please do let me know if there are any concerns to share.”

“Of course, sir.”

The carriages returning the officers to the barracks had left over an hour previous, and most of his fellows had retired for the evening. Wickham continued to dawdle, until the remainders offered to deal him into their current round. “I thank you, but no. I have other business to attend,” he excused himself. He had promised William, after all.

His room looked no different than it had when the express from Lord Matlock arrived, upending his already topsy-turvy world. He took the letters out, and stared at them for a moment longer, before deciding to open the one with a more masculine hand. He expected it was William's, although another page slipped out from the middle, in a more feminine hand.

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Brother,

Georgiana professed a wish to communicate with you, and I felt it appropriate to enable her desires in this regard.

The staff at the London house have been informed that communications from you to her are approved, although they are not yet aware of the relationship. I have informed them that you are considered family, and will be treated as such.

Wickham took several minutes to digest this, before turning back to the letter. William noted that he had likely already heard the news of Bingley and Miss Bennet, and communicated his own current understanding with Miss Elizabeth, such as it was. It was brief, and to the point, but their communications had been strained or worse for so long, Wickham could not expect more. He had not even expected this much. To be given permission to write Georgiana was an unexpected windfall.

He opened her letter next, and read her excitement at William agreeing.

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Mostly, brother, I wished to be able to tell you that you are not entirely alone in the world, as you used to believe. William has not shared all of the details of your estrangement's start; I will leave it to you to decide if you wish to share them with me. I know he is concerned about your influence on me but I am more concerned on our influence on you.

Not knowing all, or even most, of the details means I cannot provide advice on how to, if it is even possible to, make amends for past deeds. Knowing the truth of your intent behind our previous interactions has placed them in a proper light. While, perhaps, manners were not as proper as they were meant to be, an explanation to William of whatever disagreement lies between you may help? Or perhaps, if you believe that will not bring some measure of understanding, simply asking what you need to do to set things correct?

The letter shifted again, and ended on a trivial note, with an affectionate adieu.

Wickham sighed. He knew, of course, one of the causes of the estrangement, even before the misunderstanding about Georgiana. Certainly, given his previous failings, Darcy had been entirely correct to be concerned about Georgiana's safety.

A waterfall of blonde hair, cascading in his hands … rain drops pattering on the small dual headstone …

Emma.

He shook the memories away, and focused his attention on the other letter. Miss de Bourgh?

Wickham shrugged and opened the letter. Anne confided her confusion about Elizabeth -- joy, but also disconcertion at so much change so fast. She noted she could not truly confide that emotion to anyone else in the family, for they all were focused on softening the changes for Elizabeth. From here, she segued into what Wickham initially felt was gossip -- Lady Catherine's long-time steward was starting to feel his age, and mentioning the idea of retiring. What, Wickham wondered, did that have to do with him?

Her next paragraph explained thusly:

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… I have reminded Mother that you were in training to take on the Stewardship, either Rosings or at Pemberley. She has expressed reservations, given what we know of your gambling habits from the debts William has discharged over the years.

I have countered that I believe it is a habit borne of a form of nihilism, especially in light of recent divulgences.

She does not know all of your circumstances for such a malaise; William only shared that information in close confidence to Richard and myself.

Did you love her? William says that he believed you did, for you talked about her often, speaking of a desire to ask for her hand. But I suppose you anticipated your vows, and when her family realized it, her family refused to allow any contact. They wanted only Pemberley money. He told us he only agreed because he was going to bring you personally to her after the babe was born, so you could follow through. He made them quite cross when he told you of their death. I am so very sorry; child birth can be so risky.

From what William says, she at least knew you did not abandon her by choice.

You truly have just had poorly dealt hand after poorly dealt hand, have you not?

Take a few months to settle down from the recent upheavals, and consider the possibility of at least training with Mother’s Steward. It is not a dishonourable profession for a second son.

Yours, etc,

Anne

Wickham set the letter down, undone in multiple directions. His Emma had not cut him off, and William had intended to bring them together despite her family’s displeasure. His grief came over him afresh, the loss of his beloved, his betrothed, and the loss of his unexpected but wanted firstborn.

The grief storm raged for a while before Wickham was spent. He did sleep, but it was not a sleep of refreshment.

Thirty-Nine

A week with good friends seemed to set Mrs. Collins into a better mood, and Elizabeth endeavoured over that same week to further a closer relationship between her dear friend and her oldest sister. She hoped it was enough to ease Charlotte's concerns about her condition.

“Until we meet again in Hertfordshire,” Anne said, embracing Elizabeth a last time before entering the carriage.

“I will miss you, sister,” Elizabeth replied.

“And I you,” said Anne. She ducked into the carriage to sit beside their mother.

Lady Catherine smiled slightly from the carriage, and Elizabeth fancied she saw a shimmer of tears. She forwent comment, believing that her first thought for a joke about misplacing either Anne or Charlotte would be rather misplaced itself. She turned to Charlotte, and the friends hugged fiercely. “If you must avoid travel, Jane will not hold it against you any more than I would,” Elizabeth whispered.

Charlotte nodded. “You will write to me, Lizzy?”

“Always, Charlotte,” agreed Elizabeth as they stood back. The groom assisted Charlotte into the carriage.

A last round of farewells, and then Lady Catherine directed the coachman to start off. Elizabeth felt a pang of separation she had not entirely anticipated, not only for Charlotte. She could not linger over it long, however, as their last week in London remained busy with the details of socializing with friends old and new, along with preparations for Jane's wedding. Some items, Elizabeth also looked at, with an eye towards ordering by mail if possible.

It was the second week of May, in which the three young ladies set out together from Gracechurch Street. For Jane and Elizabeth, the morning had already been busy as farewells occurred first at ------ House, with both Darcys in attendance as well as the Fitzwilliams. Thence, the carriage brought Jane and Elizabeth to Gracechurch Street, where another round of affectionate farewells took place.

By the time they reached the town where Mr. Bennet's carriage was to meet them at the inn, the older girls were far from refreshed, while Maria still chattered intermittently about kittens. Still, upon seeing their younger sisters waiting for them, Jane and Elizabeth shared a smile, and sought out their father's coachman to arrange moving their luggage to the Bennet carriage.

The younger girls came down to meet the elder and Maria, and they adjourned to the dining room which had been secured. News about the militia being sent to Brighton and Lydia's despair of such was shared, and then Lydia broached other news. Elizabeth dismissed the waiter, and Jane shook her head at Lydia's antics.

Wickham, by Lydia's report, had lost interest in Mary King, and the girl had been removed to Liverpool to live with her uncle. Lydia cried triumph over the other girl, but Elizabeth and Jane shared a glance. “How has Mr. Wickham fared these last weeks?” Jane asked.

“Oh, aye,” Kitty replied, “fair well enough. Lydia insists he flirts with her constantly, but I have seen none of it.”

“Lies!” cried Lydia.

“Perspective, perhaps,” Elizabeth corrected. “He is quite a few years older than you, Lydia. He may be unaware of how you perceive his actions.”

“But,” Kitty continued as if Lydia had not interrupted her, “I believe he has been melancholy since his abrupt visit to London. Denny and the others have mentioned he no longer joins them for cards, at the very least.”

“I hope he rallies his spirits soon,” Jane answered mildly, although the half not-glance at Elizabeth showed her concern.

Lydia, however, caught the look, and cried, “Perhaps Lizzy gained a beau and Wickham is pining for her!”

Elizabeth dismissed such nonsense promptly. “Mr. Wickham was called to London by Lord Matlock, my maternal uncle, to discuss various business concerns.” A truth, without elaborating on the type of concerns. “I only encountered Mr. Wickham but two days before he returned to Hertfordshire at the same time as our father.”

“Truly,” Jane added, “such conjectures are problematic, Lydia. Dreadful rumours have been caused by far less such comments.”

“Oh!” Lydia huffed. “Maria and Kitty will side with me on this. It is simply silliness.”

Maria shook her head briskly. “Do not draw me into that quarrel, Lydia. I know what happened to Charlotte, long before Mr. Collins married her. She fancied someone, a long time ago, when I was little. I remember he was very nice. But a rumour started up that he was responsible for one of the tavern maid's … situation. He left for the Navy, I think. And she later admitted she had lied to protect someone else.” Maria shrugged sadly. “But a while later, word came from his family that he had died while at sea. And Charlotte married Mr. Collins.”

Elizabeth wondered if she had known that story and forgotten it, or if perhaps it occurred before she was an age to have been aware. Mrs. Bennet certainly never mentioned it. Lydia made a moue of disgust, before grudgingly agreeing to be a little bit less silly for the sake of simply being silly. No one wanted to be stuck with a Mr. Collins.

“It does lessen the fun, however,” Kitty sighed. “We did have many good jokes to share with you.”

“Perhaps in the carriage,” Elizabeth replied.

“And as long as there are far fewer in the future,” agreed Jane.

“Barely engaged, and already nagging me like an old lady,” Lydia laughed.

“But I am engaged, and I do not wish to lose my fiancé over a frivolous rumour,” Jane replied.

“True!” Kitty agreed.

“And you shall not turn out an old maid after all!” Lydia exclaimed, diverted to a new topic already. “I know my Mother and my aunt Phillips had begun to despair you might!”

“Ah, yes,” Elizabeth sighed dramatically, with a slight smile. “The hedgerows. I nearly thought I would take up residence there myself, after Charlotte's engagement.”

The other girls laughed, and the conversation settled into lesser news. Before long, the entire party was cozy in Mr. Bennet's carriage, with every spare space stuffed with a bandbox or small bag. The stories and jokes soon flowed, and Elizabeth attempted to suppress her wince. She noted how often certain names came up -- Wickham, Denny. Her own situation appeared to have not yet made the rounds of gossip -- at least, not from Lydia's recounts. No mention of militia officers arriving at Longbourn to ask after her health, or any such various instances.

They were welcomed by a large party, for the Lucases arrived to collect Maria, ask after Charlotte, and warmly congratulate Miss Bennet. Mrs. Bennet's pleasure with her eldest, however, eclipsed all else. Mr. Bennet's pleasure for his eldest, while palpable, was far more contained. Elizabeth watched it all, feeling reassured she and William had been correct to delay their own agreement.

After the Lucases left, Lydia attempted to convince her sisters they should walk to Meryton. Elizabeth steadfastly opposed such a scheme, and Jane supported her. “After all,” Jane said sweetly, “I shall not have much longer to spend with you here. I should like to visit with my sisters for a while, before I must turn my attention to the matter of preparing for my wedding. But perhaps tomorrow? I do have a list of items to look for at the milliner's.”

Mrs. Bennet overheard the comment, and chastised Jane. “You were in London! You did not need to leave anything for Meryton.”

Jane shrugged slightly. “I had my reasons, Mama. Mr. Bingley particularly requested a few items be selected from the milliner's here, as this is where we met.”

It did not go unnoticed how easily the words “Mr. Bingley” soothed over any of Mrs. Bennet's concerns or complaints. Elizabeth wondered if, over the next few weeks, Jane would occasionally run dangerously close to overusing that method of reprieve.]]> JessicaS Derbyshire Writers' GuildSun, 11 Jan 2026 16:42:25 +0000