Author's note: FINIS! I hope it ends well enough for you-all. <3 Forty-Four Elizabeth fretted about everything left to accomplish, and felt that perhaps her wedding could come too soon. Letters, sometimes accompanied by parcels, flew from Longbourn and back. Elizabeth was quite certain the post’s horses would soon refuse to make the turn to Longbourn House proper. Thankfully, they only had to tolerate quite this level of correspondence for less than another fortnight. Jane and Bingley were due back in a week’s time, Mrs. Bennet was in a predictable flutter, and Lady Catherine would be arriving in the next few hours. Lady Catherine and the Gardiners intended to travel in an entourage to Longbourn, as Anne had spent the previous se’enday with her sister’s aunt and uncle. The Matlocks were quite busy with the social requirements of the season, and Anne had simply wanted to spend time with friends in town. The Gardiners, young, fashionable, and intelligent, as well as quite astute about people in general, obliged readily. The latest news from Brighton indicated that Wickham’s duties were not so strenuous that Colonel Forster could not spare him for a few days. He was expected to arrive a day prior, and stay in the Meryton inn. Mr. and Mrs. Collins travelled with Lady Catherine, but were to stay with the Lucases. Darcy opted to invite primarily family and close friends. Accordingly, a majority of the invitees had been in the locality just a fortnight ago. According to Lady Matlock’s letter yesterday, Richard would be spared from his duties as well, and arrive with his parents. Comments regarding Mary’s need for tutelage to befit her future station solidified Elizabeth’s suspicions. Her mother Bennet’s ill-considered boasting at the Netherfield ball about "throwing the other girls into the paths of other rich men!" seemed to be at least a little fruitful. Jane and Bingley had graciously offered the use of Netherfield for the family which would overfill Longbourn, including a few other Darcy relations. Having those details worked out set Elizabeth’s mind at ease. Her mother could attend to the rest herself, and probably more happily so than if Elizabeth’s more sedate and practical wishes were strictly followed. She however still had to attend to her own personal items. Her notes about items and fabrics taken while shopping with Jane assisted immeasurably, and the items from Mrs. Smithson’s modiste arrived in good time. Those items which she need to pack were being sorted and some already sent ahead to her uncle’s London house. The settlement papers were deemed completed pending a final review when mère arrived in a few hours’ time. The primary settlement came from the de Bourgh family, much as Lady Catherine had described that beautiful but tumultuous morning nearly three months previous, but Mr. Bennet did settle some of Mrs. Bennet’s and his personal assets on Elizabeth. They were, necessarily, items not included in the entail. William’s side of the settlement fulfilled Mrs. Bennet’s hopes for Elizabeth’s pin-money and jewels, and then some. It – most importantly for Mrs. Bennet – ensured that she and the other Bennet daughters would not be turned out into the hedgerows when Mr. Collins inherited. The Pemberley dowerage cottage, used only by family guests and occasionally rented for large parties over the past many years, would become available for Mrs. Bennet and any unmarried children upon Mr. Bennet’s death.  Lady Catherine did not require such reassurances, as she retained lifetime residency to Rosings as long as she lived, so William had insisted that Mrs. Bennet receive that due. As Elizabeth’s inheritance of Brandywine remained separate from the Darcy estates by both Lady Catherine’s will and the marriage settlement terms, it wasn’t, strictly, a necessary offer. Elizabeth could ensure her family remained comfortable regardless. Lady Catherine sided with William, when the particulars were discussed one last time. "Of course, you could let Fanny and the girls live at Brandywine should the entail come into effect! None of us would think meanly of that at all, my girl. But this is about more than just a home in sad circumstances, isn’t it, Darcy?" William nodded. "It is. It is ensuring that Mr. and Mrs. Bennet’s selflessness in taking on a foundling is repaid in the only way I can do so, beyond ensuring their daughter’s – your –happiness insofar as I can. As they took you in under their roof, so – in not dissimilar circumstances – I, and by extension, the rest of the Fitzwilliams, can take them under our roof." Elizabeth barely controlled the tears at having the reasoning laid out in such a way, and Mr. Bennet did not look unaffected himself. "I should protest that the honour of raising Elizabeth offsets any need for repayment – but I will not be so proud as to turn down a future home for my wife and children, either." "Because you are not a simpleton, Bennet," Lady Catherine rejoined. "I told you we would find some way to ensure you were repaid for saving her." She paused to smile at the betrothed. "We are just fortunate that such an easy path for that presented itself." "I suspect it would be the first time either of these two took the easy path in anything, and likely the last," Bennet teased. "Papa!" overlapped with a sardonic "A first time for everything, sir." Lady Catherine chuckled. "Were there any other concerns you had, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth shook her head. "I have gone over it a few times, with Papa, with William, and again with Uncle Phillips. He may only be a country lawyer, but he has experience in this field. That was my remaining concern, to be sure it was fully considered." Lady Catherine asked, "Should I sign it fully, then?" Elizabeth nodded. Mr. Bennet had already affixed his signature for the Bennet side of the agreement, and William his for the Darcy side. Once Lady Catherine put ink to paper, the contract would be in force the moment the wedding was formalized. Elizabeth’s own will ensured that, even if she should predecease her mother, even without issue of her own, her mother would not be rendered homeless. She had done her best, and her dear friend would not need to fret about turning her friend’s family out of their home with nowhere else to go, either. All that remained now was a se’nnight of patience, and she would be at William’s London house for their wedding night. In a month’s time, her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner would join them at Pemberley, for the tour of the countryside which had been discussed that day that Elizabeth’s world changed. In the meantime, Elizabeth divided her time between spending a last few half-hours with each sister. She listened to how Mary continued to improve with Georgina’s encouragement, sometimes joining in for duets at their request. She listened in to Lydia’s and Kitty’s lessons, and assisted Miss McGonagall where she could. She assisted Mrs. Bennet wherever their mutual tolerance for shared tasks overlapped. Also importantly, she ensured that she and William had diligent enough chaperones. Mr. Bennet had shared his elder brother’s journals with Mary, and when the betrothed were not too unsociable for conversation with her, she would share highlights with them both. One passage, she simply blushed as she handed the journal over to William, and asked how much was accurate. Elizabeth noted that he flushed quite charmingly, before he handed it over to her to read as well. It was of, er, significant immodesty, from a male perspective. "Did Papa read this before he gave it to you?" she asked Mary. Mary nodded. "He said he wondered if I would be brave enough to ask about it, but that perhaps a brother may be better to answer." William flushed again, and sighed. "I would say that even the most self-controlled gentleman may find his mind … wanders … at the best of times. And sometimes our anatomy is definitely not under our control. That does not mean that our actions are not, of course." He smiled slightly. "That is, of course, why some fashions are as ridiculous as they are." "To maintain your discretion?" Mary asked. "Indeed," William replied, and Elizabeth felt rather than saw him glance at her, so swift was the action. "I do recall your father mentioning the journals, and that he thought you may find it useful, depending on your intentions." It was very clearly an attempt to change the subject, and the girls obliged. Mary nodded slowly. "I confess, I had long considered the possibility of a similar course for my life. I have never felt called the way that my uncle describes, however, and I do not know if I could handle such hardships for so little reward." William nodded slightly. "Longbourn may not be as large an estate as Pemberly, but it is still quite different than the life of a missionary." "And," Mary replied softly, "that of a soldier." "Aye," William concurred. "I have only my cousin’s stories, and no experience. He said that, once in the field, many of the illusions of society are stripped away, in ways he cannot quite express." "He has tried, certainly," Mary replied. "Oh?" Elizabeth knew they had spoken long and close, several times now. Mary placed her bookmark in the journal, and closed it, holding it close to her chest. She did not answer directly. "I am grateful for the opportunity to read, with my own eyes, some similar hardships. I believe it helps frame what the Colonel tried to express." A long pause fell as the trio walked along. "He seems ready to find another choice of employment," William finally offered. "Yes," Mary agreed. "He mentioned that Lizzy’s cousin the Viscount and the Earl both have offered use of a smaller estate, and horses." "And what think you of horses?" William asked. Mary glanced at Elizabeth with a slight smile. "I am certainly more fond of them than she is, but we have few, and they are often wanted on the farm proper. I can ride." "And better than I, true! Fortunately, I believe there are ponies and a chaise at Pemberly that I can use," Elizabeth laughed. "I will not need to come much of a horsewoman." William smiled. "Even if there were not today, that could be easily resolved." "Good!" Mary rejoined. "Our aunt would be terribly disappointed, for she has long wished to walk the grounds." "Convincing her niece to let me marry her is certainly an elaborate method of ensuring the chance to indulge such a wish!" William teased. "I am such a dutiful niece and daughter," Elizabeth replied as solemnly as she could muster. The trio’s composure lasted barely a moment, and then it was quite lost. It was a merry party indeed that returned to Longbourn’s steps. Perhaps those who witnessed the stolid Mr. Darcy laughing with his fiancée and her sister were amazed, or perhaps they simply shrugged it off as the minor miracles of courtship. Forty-Five The morning dawned. Elizabeth recalled, not quite a month ago, finding Jane watching the sun rise, and part of her was mildly amused at her doing the same. Watching the sun rise this morning, however, came with the awareness that her world was about to change all over again. This time, by her own choices, of course, but it would be another up-ending. She refused to dwell too closely. For all of her other concerns, none centred around William himself. Jane stirred on the bed, as she had elected to spend the night at Longbourn to ensure she would be available to help Elizabeth prepare. With the house so crowded, and Jane’s old room housing guests, the sisters had shared a room as they had many times over the years.  Jane settled in beside her at the window. They had spoken late and long, the last three days, and there seemed little to say which would not be a repetition. Elizabeth leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder, as the pink greys faded into blue. "We should start getting you ready," Jane finally said. Elizabeth half-reluctantly agreed, and rose. "Into the whirlwind, then." Elizabeth barely recalled her own wedding, caught between anticipation and trepidation. Bits and flashes of the preparations – her hair refusing to be entirely contained – Lydia abruptly turning into a waterworks – Mrs. Bennet’s exultations and Lady Catherine’s dabbing at her eyes. The ceremony itself – she remembered William’s expressive look at her as she joined him at the altar – the matrimony vows – and then signing her name as Elizabeth Darcy. Time slowed back down after that, perhaps unnaturally slowly, although Elizabeth still barely tracked most of the goings on. The congratulations from cousins, new and old, rang around the wedding breakfast. Their sisters, all six of them, were quite effusive. Jane, very much in the role of Mrs. Bingley, ensured that Elizabeth and William were able to actually take to the coach awaiting them, assisted by the understanding and obliging Charles.  Jane’s face – most beloved of those not in the carriage with her right then – was the last one she saw before leaving Longbourn. Jane’s smile seemed to be both radiantly happy for her, and deeply wistful. The clip-clop of hooves on the road filled the carriage for a moment. "Well, Mrs. Darcy. How are you feeling?" William asked, with a teasing note. Elizabeth smiled up at him, and snuggled in closer. "Well enough," she allowed. "And you, Mr. Darcy?" "Impatient is the most accurate term," William chuckled. "I have been quite irritated by the presence of chaperones the last few days." "You poor, poor man! Such torments to befall you! How – mmph!" William silenced her teasing rather effectively, and it was some minutes before they spoke again. "A few hours to London," she reminded him. "Too long," he sighed, before desisting, reluctance written in every line on his face.  "I shall refrain from tempting you until tonight," Elizabeth promised. William laughed. "My love, you tempt me just by existing." She blushed, and he smiled at her. "But I shall restrain myself from tempting you into tempting me more." It was her turn to laugh, and she shook her head at him. "Books?" "Books," he agreed, and he rummaged under the bench for their trip provisions. He handed her the selection she had made the night previous, and they settled in together to read for a while. Elizabeth never doubted the competency of William’s staff at the townhouse, but she was mildly amused at how carefully they gave the newlyweds space that first night. They spent two nights in London, then they were on the road to Pemberly. William ensured that Elizabeth had plenty of opportunity to sight-see on the road north, and they did not arrive at Pemberly by the most direct route or the fastest time. Nearly a week after leaving Longbourn, William announced, "We are nearly to the turn for Pemberly." Yet it was several more minutes before William directed the driver to slow. Elizabeth paid close attention as the carriage rounded the turn to the house. The carriage paused, even without William’s direction. She thought she might have gasped; she could not be sure. She understood then, why William and Georgiana loved their home so much, beyond the normal affection for one’s familiar surroundings. When she tore her eyes away from the sight, she found William gazing at her with a slight smile. "I hope, very much, that the house meets with your approval?" he asked, in a tone between jest and apprehension. "I dare say there are few in the world who would not approve, and I would hope I am not such a simpleton," she rejoined. He chuckled. She glanced back at the house, still as handsome as it had been at first sight. The carriage started moving again, and the jolt made her aware of how very large the house was. Trepidation crept to her awareness again, and she leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around her. "I do hope," she continued, "that I am up to the task of being her mistress." William snorted, and tightened his embrace. "I remember the first day I came home from Cambridge after several months, with greater awareness of what tasks would face me when I would take over the guardianship of the estate from my father. It was awe-inspiring, to think that I could ever be entrusted so." He breathed into her hair slightly. "And, a few days after his death, frightening, that I could ever be entrusted so." A sigh, and she gripped his hand tightly in comfort. "You will be a fine mistress for Pemberly. She has been without one for many years." At the door, William assisted her out of the carriage, and introduced her to the head housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds. She was a respectable-looking elderly woman, quite civil and not very fine, with a warm manner. "Welcome home, Mrs. Darcy," the lady said with a smile. The words wrapped themselves around her heart, and whispered comfort, belonging, life. Home. Forty-Six A fortnight later, Elizabeth stood beside William as the Matlock carriage, carrying Georgiana, her companion, and the Matlocks themselves, followed by a touring carriage. Elizabeth spied her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner admiring the view, much as she had even that first morning. Once all of the flurry of arrivals and welcomes subsided, Elizabeth found herself settling down on a chair in the room set aside for her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, while her husband absconded with her uncles for fishing. Elizabeth had discovered she enjoyed the sport herself, but knew her Aunt Gardiner – and perhaps Aunt Matlock – would wish to check on her, beyond what letters had already been shared. "Marriage seems to suit you well," Mrs. Gardiner noted after the servant left the room. "We are still adjusting, of course," Elizabeth replied. "I only imagine that would be true of any newlyweds. But I am happy, and William seems to be as well." "And what of other concerns?" Elizabeth considered her answer. "It is early yet, but I feel that I will not shame the shades of Pemberly." Mrs. Gardiner, obviously recalling the sharing of that story, chuckled. "You are fortunate Lady Catherine is such a staunch supporter of your decisions." "You know that my courage always rises in the face of intimidation," Elizabeth laughed. "While I am grateful that Mère is supportive, I dare say I would have weathered her displeasure in any other circumstance, as well. How is she, and Anne, truly?" "Have you had letters?" "Of course. But I feel a faint concern, still." "Lady Catherine seemed melancholy when we saw her last, just before she and Miss de Bourgh left Longbourn for Rosings. Miss de Bourgh has written, and her spirits do not seem to be particularly affected. Of course, I have no knowledge of how she presented prior to her staying with us in London. Her companion, Mrs. Jenkins, seems a genteel enough lady, but I do not know how compatible she is with Lady Catherine. Miss de Bourgh did not hint at any concerns regarding her mother." "I am given to understand that mère enjoys society, and that visitors are not infrequent at Rosings," Elizabeth replied. "It seems that a companion is less necessary for her than my sister. And Mama? Lydia?" "Lydia volunteered to help Miss McGonagall with the children, Kitty as well. When Mary can spare time from her piano, studies, and letter-writing, your father is teaching her more about estate management, particularly the household side, than she’s yet learnt. She did well, the few days he was at Rosings with you. Your mother –" Mrs. Gardiner shrugged. "If you assumed she was boasting to all of the county about the wedding they attended, you may be reassured it is, thus far, only about half of the county." Elizabeth burst out in laughter as Mrs. Gardiner added, "After all, she still had not finished boasting about Mrs. Bingley, before she could boast about Mrs. Darcy." "Indeed, I think she had not!" Elizabeth eyed her aunt. "But Mary? Letter-writing?" "Ostensibly to Lady Matlock and Miss de Bourgh. If she has other correspondents apart from yourself, or perhaps Mrs. Collins, she would not share. It does not seem likely that she would be writing Jane when Netherfield is a mere five miles away." "Perhaps not," Elizabeth allowed. "Any other news from London?" "Especially from Mr. Boswell, the gypsy?" Mrs. Gardiner replied. "None yet. I left directions. We can but hope he chooses to share what he knows."  "Indeed," Elizabeth rose. "Would you like a brief tour? Mrs. Reynolds is more familiar with the history of the house itself, of course, but I can certainly show you the salient points." "Perhaps when your uncle returns," Mrs. Gardiner replied. "I would not be displeased to see your favourite spots, though." Elizabeth guided her aunt to her personal study. Mrs. Gardiner took in the room before settling in the chair across from Elizabeth’s desk. "I notice you have the room arranged much like your father’s. How have you taken to the management of the household?" Elizabeth tilted her head as she considered her answer. She leaned forward to tap the household ledger. "My experience with Longbourn’s books has been beneficial, of course. Naturally, there are differences, beyond Pemberley’s tenants being more numerous. Pemberley has many more sheep than Longbourn, although we are fortunate to have enough flats to have some cereal and row crops. The needs of the tenants reflect that difference." She leaned back. "Mrs. Reynolds has managed the role of mistress since William’s mother passed, and she has been supportive in my learning the differences." "How did she react, discovering you had been keeping such books for years?" "Surprised, certainly. It is apparently not as common in the upper circles of the gentry as one may believe." Elizabeth shrugged. "I suppose being able to afford a Steward, and needing to attend to multiple estates and responsibilities, changes that viewpoint." "I would certainly prefer to be able to tell when my Steward was cheating me!" replied Mrs. Gardiner in surprise. "I readily agree. But Lady Matlock, for instance, cannot be auditing the books while she is managing the London house during Parliament’s active season." "Has Georgiana learnt much, then?" "Not as much as Mary, I believe. Among many other things, that is one area I will endeavour to encourage them both." A knock at the door. "Come in," Elizabeth called. "Ah, there you are." Lady Matlock stepped into the room, gesturing for the women to stay seated. She glanced around. "I approve of the rearrangements, not that you need such approval. It is certainly your space now." She settled herself in the chair beside Mrs. Gardiner. "This was Lady Anne’s study before?" "Yes," Elizabeth replied. She gestured at a door to the side. "The master’s study – William’s study, now – is through that door. I saw no reason to rearrange that aspect of it."  She paused, with a quick glance at Mrs. Gardiner. "I am told that my sister Mary has been writing letters to you?" Lady Matlock smiled. "Indeed, although perhaps not all of the letters have been meant for me, regardless of how they have been addressed." Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, and Lady Matlock shook her head. "No, no clandestine communiqués, rather many a comment for me to pass on to Richard." Elizabeth half-smiled. "Does my cousin seem inclined to listen for such comments?" Lady Matlock laughed. "I dare say I see him more often when there may be a letter from Miss Bennet to share titbits than I did the entire time that you and Mrs. Bingley were in residence!" Mrs. Gardiner chuckled. "Is that not the way?" "So it seems," Lady Matlock agreed. "I, of course, do my proper maternal duty and relay such comments from him to her as are appropriate." She paused. "I rather like Miss Mary. Miss McGonagall has been a fine influence for her already, and I suspect she will have sufficient composure to brave the wilds of London society whenever we need her attendance. I hope that Richard makes the right choice sooner rather than later." Elizabeth nodded agreement, before shifting the subject. "Anne wrote that she has suggested that Wickham study under our mother’s steward, as had been suggested years ago. The steward is apparently making noises about retiring." Lady Matlock pursed her lips and glanced between the other two. "I have my reservations about that idea, of course." "William mentioned that perhaps Anne is trying to bring Wickham into her sphere to determine if he might be suited to another role." Mrs. Gardiner blinked in surprise, and Lady Matlock suppressed a start. "He certainly seemed genteel and gallant enough when he was in London," Mrs. Gardiner replied cautiously. "And a Darcy, a gentleman’s son, without the concerns of being a Fitzwilliam," Lady Matlock allowed. "I know that Anne has voiced concerns related to her own weaknesses, that ‘outbreeding’ would be better for the de Bourghs."  She looked at Elizabeth. "Is there a reason you shared this possibility?" Elizabeth sighed. "She is my sister, but I know her only a little. I know my mother even less. I know Wickham as he was before his absolution, but I do not know if or how long any changes may last." She paused, searching for words. "I do not know whether to encourage or discourage her – in either the spoken scheme or the unspoken one." She smiled slightly at her aunts. "I suppose I need advice."  Lady Matlock shook her head. "I have little to none to offer myself immediately. Watchful observation would be best." "Is there likely to be harm should he take up a stewardship?" Mrs. Gardiner queried. "All else aside, he has been less than sterling in his personal management of money over the years," Lady Matlock replied. "William has provided reasons why he may have been less than attentive to such matters, in at least two situations. My understanding is that Wickham has rather more sensibility than sense when under emotional duress." Elizabeth paused, sighing. "Although, under similar circumstances, I suspect I would be hard pressed to be sensible, as well. Losing loved ones is quite difficult." Lady Matlock looked surprised. "I knew about Wickham’s parents, of course, the elder Mr. Wickham and her." A decided note of distaste at even referencing Wickham’s mother. Elizabeth presumed that her aunt had her reasons. "But they were both quite alive when Wickham first had debts which William discharged."  "I am given to understand that George had an intended, and the family strongly disapproved. The girl did not live another year, to her maturity. Anne knows of this, as well." William, of course, had shared more, but Elizabeth did not want to share Wickham’s heartbreak any more widely than necessary. "Oh," Mrs. Gardiner replied, a voice full of sympathy. "I can well understand how that might cause disarray, especially after your disappearance several years before." Elizabeth nodded, and Lady Matlock expressed agreement. "Such was our thought." Elizabeth glanced between the older women. After a moment, Lady Matlock slowly nodded. "Catherine may be not inclined towards bringing Wickham into her home as steward, but it would be reasonable to see if he might be agreeable." She paused a moment. "Randall has expressed concern about his health, certainly, as it does not seem as robust as it ought. A more stable situation under the excessively attentive eyes of your mother may be beneficial. I may suggest that to her myself in my next letter. We would be willing to buy out his commission if necessary." "Should I communicate a willingness to assist to Anne, then?" Elizabeth asked. Lady Matlock agreed. "I will work on your mother, if your husband is willing to work on convincing Wickham." Elizabeth smiled slightly. "I believe William already planned that action, but I will share your support for the scheme." With the most pressing schemes of supporting the unmarried in their pursuit of resolving that problem discussed as thoroughly as the women could do at the moment, Elizabeth and her aunts adjourned to the parlour to await her husband’s and uncles’ return to the house. Georgiana had already opened the piano, and Mrs. Annesley sat serenely enjoying her charge’s performance. Georgiana’s fingers stilled with the end of the music, and she was startled by the sudden applause. "Oh!" she cried. "I had not seen you all enter. My apologies! I was practicing." "If that is practicing, my dear," Lady Matlock replied, "then I doubly look forward to hearing you perform in earnest!" Georgiana flushed from the praise before rising. "Has my brother come back to the house yet?" "Not that I am aware," Elizabeth replied. "But I expect he will soon. They have been out for a few hours now." Forty-Seven Madeline Gardiner nee Hollsworth spent the first few days rekindling old friendships in her old town of Lambton, while introducing her husband and her niece, the new Mrs. Darcy, to those friends. Miss Darcy sometimes accompanied her sister. Lambton merchants exerted themselves to garner favour with Mrs. Darcy, in the hopes of attracting her business. A few days were spent at Brandywine, reviewing the estate in person. Lady Matlock shared stories of her courtship, while the Earl shared stories of his late sister’s. Elizabeth found the estate to be larger than Longbourn, but certainly comfortable. She noted that it was not above thirty miles from Pemberley, an eminently comfortable distance for, say, offering Jane and Charles use of the estate until one could be purchased outright, "should Netherfield lose its charm," as she phrased it. Madeline understood her meaning and concurred. A week into the Gardiners' stay, a messenger arrived at Pemberley, looking for Mrs. Gardiner. He was shown into the study where she sat with Elizabeth and Lady Matlock, as they discussed tenant issues. Elizabeth and Madeline recognized him as the White Hart's groom, and briefly introduced him to Lady Matlock. He moved straight to his message. "Ma'am," he said, "We have a guest who has arrived from London looking for you. He indicated that he believed you would wish to see him soon, but he looked tired enough from the road that the Missus insisted he rest." Madeline glanced sharply at Elizabeth, who drew in a harsh breath. "Please return to the inn, good sir. I will be there shortly." The groom nodded and withdrew. Madeline continued, to Elizabeth, "Mr. Gardiner and I will see to the visitor. You will stay here. " "I should –" Elizabeth started. "You shall not," Madeline overrode her, for the first time in many years. "You will have to trust me and your uncle." "However, I will also go," Lady Matlock added quietly, placing a light hand on Elizabeth's arm. "Trust us. We have no reason to believe he is hostile, but it is too late in this game to take the chance." Elizabeth wilted slightly. "I … want to know, too." "And whatever I learn, my love, I will tell you," Madeline promised, drawing her niece into her arms for reassurance, as if she were a child. Right then, she nearly was. After a moment, where Madeline felt Elizabeth trying to regain her composure, she felt the nodded agreement. "Let me send a letter with you," Elizabeth said, "for the innkeeper. If it indeed be Mr. Boswell, or someone bringing news on his behalf, all of the customary expenses for his stay ought be covered by Pemberley." She moved to her desk to draft the letter.  Madeline agreed and Lady Matlock gave a rueful but approving smile at her niece. "Heart of gold, that one," she said in an undertone to Madeline. "We all are better for her." "Indeed," Madline concurred. Elizabeth blotted the page, and waved it a moment to dry the ink before sealing it. She offered it to Madeline, her expression still vulnerable and wary. "I will send for my uncles – do you think Lord Matlock would wish to join you as well?" Lady Matlock shook her head. "Even if he should wish it, he will listen to me that it is better if we do not make too much spectacle of this. Mrs. Gardiner was telling me about some lovely lace she saw at the milliner's just a few shops down from The White Hart." Elizabeth smiled, albeit weakly. "As good a reason to go to town as any," she agreed. She led the way out of the study and let one of the staff know that her uncles that her aunts were bound for Lambton for "lace and gossip," and to request they meet the ladies at the carriage, in no more than half an hour. All three husbands were in attendance by the time the ladies made their own way, Darcy's expression worried and guarded. Lady Matlock apparently understood his expression and moved to reassure him quietly. "Not so much gossip, William, as information," she said in an undertone before more loudly sharing, " Mrs. Gardiner assures me that there is some lovely lace at the milliner's. It is a beautiful afternoon for an outing." He nodded, taking in Elizabeth's expression. "Enjoy your shopping, then, Aunt Gardiner, Aunt Matlock. We look forward to hearing about your shopping later." Lord Matlock evidently caught the meaning of his wife's own pointed look, for he professed a desire to remain and attend an urgent round of billiards. Thus, Madeline, Mr. Gardiner, and Lady Matlock alone alighted the carriage. It was only five miles to Lambton as the carriage rides, and Pemberley's carriage rode easily in most weather. Any uncomfortableness was due purely to the anticipation that weighed upon them all. Mr. Gardiner knew what little Madeline knew already, and all three were keen to know all that there could be. When they arrived, the groom was quick to move to assist the driver. "The Missus said to send you in as soon as may be," he told Mrs. Gardiner. She nodded, and Lady Matlock led the way. In just a moment, they were led to one of the smaller let rooms, where Mr. Boswell indeed waited. "Mrs. Gardiner!" he exclaimed upon seeing her. "You look well." She remembered how much she liked the man, for he was warm and genuine. He was near her age, but looked a little older due to a harder life. "Thank you, Mr. Boswell. It is good to see you again. This is Mr. Gardiner, my husband, and Lady Matlock." Mr. Boswell's eyes went wide, even as he gestured for them all to sit. "I am pleased to meet you both, but especially you, ma'am," he said to Lady Matlock. "I read in the papers that Elizabeth Bennet is your niece." "Indeed," Lady Matlock agreed. She paused as a servant set tea down on the small table, and was politely dismissed. "And I am given to understand that you may know some of how she came to be with the Bennets." His head dropped for a moment, as he took what seemed to be a steadying breath, before meeting her eyes straight on. "Aye, ma'am. Mrs. Gardiner asked as much in her letter, which is why I am here. I swear to ye, if we had known she were yours, we would have brought her straight to ye. But she did not know. Did she join you? I wish her to know." "We will share the information with her," Madeline promised. "She has been through many shocks these last few months, and she is now Mrs. Darcy, as well. But I promise I will relay it all." "Perhaps you could start at the beginning?" Mr. Gardiner prompted. "It has been nigh on twenty years, has it not?" Mr. Boswell returned. "I may not recall everything exactly but I shall endeavour." He sipped at the tea he currently cradled, and faltered. "Seventeen and a half," Lady Matlock replied. "Pray, continue." "Seventeen years," the man murmured. "Seventeen years, I have done what I could to keep tabs on her, to make sure she was still safe. Pa gave me a task, and I have done my best." He shook himself lightly, and straightened, setting the cup down. "We were traveling, as we do, from Southborough to Crawley," he began. "Now-a-days, I do not quite recall where we bedded down for the night, but it was nearer Crawley than Southborough. East Grinstead perhaps?" More than twenty miles? Madeline thought. Good heavens! "Middle of the night, the watch heard a ruckus, and went to investigate. Pa was with them. They found a little girl, crying for her mama. They asked her where her mama was, and she said she was lost, her pony had run away from George, and she had fallen off the pony some time later." The Gardiners shared a glance with Lady Matlock, but they did not move to interrupt. "Pa brought her back, because what else could they do in the middle of the night? Of all the watch, he was the only one with littles, so he brought her to our wagon to feed her and get her cleaned up. "I remember Ma waking me to help. She was a tiny little thing, same as my sister Mary. She could tell us her name was Elizabeth, but she could not remember her parents' names. She had bruises all over, probably from falling off the pony, and a terrible lump on her head. I have seen grown men die from hits to the temple like that; she was right lucky. But she could not remember much, just 'big house' and George taking her for a pony ride, and wanting her mama. But she could not tell us what her mama even looked like." "How long did she stay with you?" Lady Matlock probed. "Well, we had someone's child, right? So we had meant to be in Crawley for a faire by Lady's Day with our usual stops along the way for work, but we could not just take her. Most of the clan went ahead, but Pa and us, we stayed there a few days, looking and asking. Parish clergy had no knowledge or mention of a missing child, and she was so badly shaken Ma would not simply leave her. We did give the parish directions to one of our regular stops to get a letter to us if anyone came looking for her. A letter never came, so the next year we checked again, and no one ever did." Another sip of tea, seemingly more for gathering his thoughts than any thirst. "We took her along with us, to Crawley, but as she healed up over the next while, it became apparent that she had developed a terrible fear of horses. She had a few memories come back, here and there, asking for her sister Anne. She was terribly distraught and kept trying to go find her. But the horses terrified her, and I reckon that if I had my pony bolt and throw me far from home, I might have done the same. "In between her nightmares and her terrors, she was the sweetest little girl, and she and Mary got along wonderfully. I would have been pleased to keep her as a little sister. Ma thought to keep her, too, but Pa insisted that the fineness of her dress meant she had to be the daughter of someone important. Clan tried, but could not find anyone missing a daughter. We all asked everywhere we went. We even sent a rider to Westerham, but he heard no such news. "But the fear of horses – well, that cannot be for a gypsy child. Ma cried when Pa said we needed to take her somewhere else, where she might be found by her family, or at least a family that did not live and die by their horses. The clan agreed and Ma accepted it. Pa tasked me with taking her to London and keeping her safe, because by his reckoning, that is where all the fine folk go at least some time of the year. We also had work dealings with a couple of orphanages there, and on occasion we would take in an orphan who seemed to be gypsy. "We were nearer Reading by then. I took her by post coach. Hated leaving my own horse with the family, but there was no way she would stay calm enough to ride. Even the coach was difficult, I had to cover her eyes to get her inside. She was terrified." He paused again. "I thought she might feel … betrayed, abandoned by being taken to London. I promised her that we were only trying to help her find her mama and her papa, but that she needed to stay in a place with other children missing their mamas and papas for that to happen. "I swear that I did not know about the fever, though. The orphanage did not say anything of it, although I learnt later that they knew. Else, I would have taken her back with me to Reading, to catch up with the family from there. I only found out about the fever when I went back a few weeks later to check on her, like I promised her and Pa. That is when I learned that she had left London with Mr. Bennet, and been taken on after he lost his own children to the fever." He paused, glancing at Mrs. Gardiner. "I cannot tell you how grateful I was to know she had been spared and found a family to live with, a proper family. We still asked around whenever we went through there, but we never heard of someone missing a daughter. Plenty o' young ones lost to fever and sickness, but not just lost."  Silence hung over the little gathering for a few moments, while each digested the story. Madeline spoke up first. "Why did you never share that story with me until now? We spoke about her every time you came 'round." Mr. Boswell grimaced. "Would it have done any good?" he returned. "For all you knew and I knew, her entire family was lost and her life with the Bennets was all she had. I never gave up hope and I am grateful she has found her kin at last. But why complicate things more than needful?" He shrugged helplessly. "I meant to tell her, one day, by letter if need be. I am telling you because you promise to share it with her. I …" he faltered again, before rising to rummage in a bag to the side. He returned with an unsealed letter, handing it to Madeline. "I wrote this for Miss Elizabeth, a few years ago when my own eldest was about the age she was when we found her. Being a father has added a whole different level to my recollections of it all. But I never quite had the courage to give it to her. I did not wish to disturb her if it was needless." Madeline took the letter, and nodded. "I will, of course, review it before giving it to her," she replied. "I expect nothing less, ma'am," he agreed. "But that is why I came myself, I … wanted to see her with her kin, at long last. I should like to know my promise to Pa, to her, is finally fulfilled." Lady Matlock glanced at the Gardiners. "We will return to Pemberley soon, although there was a discussion of a brief shopping detour prior to returning," she replied. "I can well understand wanting to see your promise fulfilled, although her mother and sister are not currently visiting. Would seeing her with myself and her uncle, Lord Matlock, and her husband, Mr. Darcy, suffice for now?" "It would ease my heart greatly, ma'am," Mr. Boswell replied. "Then rest now," Mr. Gardiner said, standing in preparation to take leave. "We will call for you to join us in a few half-hours' time." Forty-Eight Madeline reviewed the letter on the return, while Mr. Boswell rode his rested horse alongside the carriage. It was indeed dated a few years ago, and contained much of the same information he had spoken, with only a few minor details included. It concluded with an apology for not being able to find her family, and hoping that she would forgive them for having abandoned her to an orphanage, even if it seemed it turned out for the best. She passed the letter to her husband, and he to Lady Matlock. Lady Matlock's lips tightened as she read it, undoubtedly from renewed distress. Indeed, Madeline suspected she saw a shimmer of tears in Lady Matlock's eyes. "Her story is almost complete," Lady Matlock murmured, handing the letter back to Madeline. "No," Madeline corrected. "Her story is not almost complete. This chapter is. Her story continues – as Mrs. Darcy, with hopefully many children to brighten the shades of Pemberly, and all the laughter and joy that Elizabeth brings with her." Lady Matlock smiled at the correction. "You are, of course, accurate as always, Madeline." She glanced out the window at the rider alongside the carriage. "My sister will be pleased to know that her daughter is safe after all, and that she was cared for and loved every moment possible." "Is Lady Catherine likely to wish to honour Elizabeth's saviours?" Mr. Gardiner queried. "Entirely possible," Lady Matlock agreed. "And will that not be quite the sight? Gypsies, being honoured at Rosings!" The house came into sight, and Mr. Boswell paused, falling behind. He caught up a moment later, asking through the window. "Miss Elizabeth – pardon me, Mrs. Darcy – is the mistress of that?" he asked in awe. "She is indeed," Lady Matlock replied with a laugh. "Ma will be thrilled," he replied. "I wish Pa were still here to tell." The meeting of Mr. Boswell and the Darcys was brief, with Mr. Boswell conveying his entire family's well-wishes on her marriage and reunited family. He took his leave, declaiming any need for hospitality. "My own family beckons, Mrs. Darcy. I will rest at the White Hart – thank you for covering the expense, ma'am. But perhaps when we journey this way, we shall call upon the house?" "Please do," Mr. Darcy agreed, with Elizabeth echoing him. With that, Mr. Boswell remounted his horse, and turned up the drive for Lambton. "One chapter closed," Lady Matlock murmured with a glance at Madeline. "And an entire story to continue," Madeline agreed. ~ The End ~https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131818#msg-131818Sun, 26 Jul 2026 17:57:24 +0100 Phorum 5.2.22 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131860#msg-131860 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131860#msg-131860
About the story itself - a true gem! It was an amazing, original, well-thought-out variation not to be missed. I was drawn in by the unusual premise from the very first chapter. Plus, I'm always a sucker for a Darcy who is so besotted with Elizabeth that he can't get out of his own way.

Thank you, dear author for giving me a few days of time well spent. ]]> dpennell Derbyshire Writers' GuildSat, 27 Jun 2026 01:32:34 +0100 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131858#msg-131858 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131858#msg-131858
Congrats and many thanks to you for finishing this story! I'm going to re-read from the beginning so I can remember all the plot twists, but I'm looking forward to doing so :-)]]> Alan Derbyshire Writers' GuildFri, 12 Jun 2026 02:54:55 +0100 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131852#msg-131852 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131852#msg-131852 kimevans62 Derbyshire Writers' GuildThu, 23 Apr 2026 11:31:20 +0100 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131834#msg-131834 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131834#msg-131834 GGAC Derbyshire Writers' GuildTue, 17 Mar 2026 23:41:52 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131832#msg-131832 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131832#msg-131832
It’s going straight to my list of favourite dwiggie stories to revisit! <3

Thanks again for creating something so joyful!]]> A Lucy Derbyshire Writers' GuildWed, 25 Feb 2026 23:21:05 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131830#msg-131830 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131830#msg-131830What a journey for Elizabeth and her family, really makes you think about how seemingly small decisions can affect an entire lifetime.]]> Lynette Derbyshire Writers' GuildThu, 05 Feb 2026 11:00:13 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131829#msg-131829 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131829#msg-131829 Steph D Derbyshire Writers' GuildSun, 01 Feb 2026 04:36:40 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131828#msg-131828 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131828#msg-131828 Micha Derbyshire Writers' GuildTue, 27 Jan 2026 14:15:04 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131825#msg-131825 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131825#msg-131825 mcepl Derbyshire Writers' GuildWed, 21 Jan 2026 09:46:49 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131824#msg-131824 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131824#msg-131824
I also like seeing stories where Lydia is saved from disgrace.]]> Anne V Derbyshire Writers' GuildWed, 21 Jan 2026 01:09:50 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131821#msg-131821 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131821#msg-131821 Ginna Derbyshire Writers' GuildMon, 19 Jan 2026 00:49:24 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131820#msg-131820 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131820#msg-131820 JessicaS Derbyshire Writers' GuildSun, 18 Jan 2026 21:51:42 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131819#msg-131819 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131819#msg-131819
Note: quite a few typos in these last chapters, but I imagine you were anxious to have it all done. Thank you again!]]> EvelynJean Derbyshire Writers' GuildSun, 18 Jan 2026 21:22:38 +0000 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131818#msg-131818 https://www.dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131818,131818#msg-131818Author's note: FINIS! I hope it ends well enough for you-all. <3

Forty-Four

Elizabeth fretted about everything left to accomplish, and felt that perhaps her wedding could come too soon.

Letters, sometimes accompanied by parcels, flew from Longbourn and back. Elizabeth was quite certain the post’s horses would soon refuse to make the turn to Longbourn House proper. Thankfully, they only had to tolerate quite this level of correspondence for less than another fortnight.

Jane and Bingley were due back in a week’s time, Mrs. Bennet was in a predictable flutter, and Lady Catherine would be arriving in the next few hours. Lady Catherine and the Gardiners intended to travel in an entourage to Longbourn, as Anne had spent the previous se’enday with her sister’s aunt and uncle. The Matlocks were quite busy with the social requirements of the season, and Anne had simply wanted to spend time with friends in town. The Gardiners, young, fashionable, and intelligent, as well as quite astute about people in general, obliged readily.

The latest news from Brighton indicated that Wickham’s duties were not so strenuous that Colonel Forster could not spare him for a few days. He was expected to arrive a day prior, and stay in the Meryton inn. Mr. and Mrs. Collins travelled with Lady Catherine, but were to stay with the Lucases. Darcy opted to invite primarily family and close friends. Accordingly, a majority of the invitees had been in the locality just a fortnight ago.

According to Lady Matlock’s letter yesterday, Richard would be spared from his duties as well, and arrive with his parents. Comments regarding Mary’s need for tutelage to befit her future station solidified Elizabeth’s suspicions. Her mother Bennet’s ill-considered boasting at the Netherfield ball about "throwing the other girls into the paths of other rich men!" seemed to be at least a little fruitful. Jane and Bingley had graciously offered the use of Netherfield for the family which would overfill Longbourn, including a few other Darcy relations.

Having those details worked out set Elizabeth’s mind at ease. Her mother could attend to the rest herself, and probably more happily so than if Elizabeth’s more sedate and practical wishes were strictly followed. She however still had to attend to her own personal items. Her notes about items and fabrics taken while shopping with Jane assisted immeasurably, and the items from Mrs. Smithson’s modiste arrived in good time. Those items which she need to pack were being sorted and some already sent ahead to her uncle’s London house.

The settlement papers were deemed completed pending a final review when mère arrived in a few hours’ time. The primary settlement came from the de Bourgh family, much as Lady Catherine had described that beautiful but tumultuous morning nearly three months previous, but Mr. Bennet did settle some of Mrs. Bennet’s and his personal assets on Elizabeth. They were, necessarily, items not included in the entail. William’s side of the settlement fulfilled Mrs. Bennet’s hopes for Elizabeth’s pin-money and jewels, and then some.

It – most importantly for Mrs. Bennet – ensured that she and the other Bennet daughters would not be turned out into the hedgerows when Mr. Collins inherited. The Pemberley dowerage cottage, used only by family guests and occasionally rented for large parties over the past many years, would become available for Mrs. Bennet and any unmarried children upon Mr. Bennet’s death.  Lady Catherine did not require such reassurances, as she retained lifetime residency to Rosings as long as she lived, so William had insisted that Mrs. Bennet receive that due. As Elizabeth’s inheritance of Brandywine remained separate from the Darcy estates by both Lady Catherine’s will and the marriage settlement terms, it wasn’t, strictly, a necessary offer. Elizabeth could ensure her family remained comfortable regardless.

Lady Catherine sided with William, when the particulars were discussed one last time. "Of course, you could let Fanny and the girls live at Brandywine should the entail come into effect! None of us would think meanly of that at all, my girl. But this is about more than just a home in sad circumstances, isn’t it, Darcy?"

William nodded. "It is. It is ensuring that Mr. and Mrs. Bennet’s selflessness in taking on a foundling is repaid in the only way I can do so, beyond ensuring their daughter’s – your –happiness insofar as I can. As they took you in under their roof, so – in not dissimilar circumstances – I, and by extension, the rest of the Fitzwilliams, can take them under our roof."

Elizabeth barely controlled the tears at having the reasoning laid out in such a way, and Mr. Bennet did not look unaffected himself. "I should protest that the honour of raising Elizabeth offsets any need for repayment – but I will not be so proud as to turn down a future home for my wife and children, either."

"Because you are not a simpleton, Bennet," Lady Catherine rejoined. "I told you we would find some way to ensure you were repaid for saving her." She paused to smile at the betrothed. "We are just fortunate that such an easy path for that presented itself."

"I suspect it would be the first time either of these two took the easy path in anything, and likely the last," Bennet teased.

"Papa!" overlapped with a sardonic "A first time for everything, sir."

Lady Catherine chuckled. "Were there any other concerns you had, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I have gone over it a few times, with Papa, with William, and again with Uncle Phillips. He may only be a country lawyer, but he has experience in this field. That was my remaining concern, to be sure it was fully considered."

Lady Catherine asked, "Should I sign it fully, then?"

Elizabeth nodded. Mr. Bennet had already affixed his signature for the Bennet side of the agreement, and William his for the Darcy side. Once Lady Catherine put ink to paper, the contract would be in force the moment the wedding was formalized. Elizabeth’s own will ensured that, even if she should predecease her mother, even without issue of her own, her mother would not be rendered homeless. She had done her best, and her dear friend would not need to fret about turning her friend’s family out of their home with nowhere else to go, either.

All that remained now was a se’nnight of patience, and she would be at William’s London house for their wedding night. In a month’s time, her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner would join them at Pemberley, for the tour of the countryside which had been discussed that day that Elizabeth’s world changed.

In the meantime, Elizabeth divided her time between spending a last few half-hours with each sister. She listened to how Mary continued to improve with Georgina’s encouragement, sometimes joining in for duets at their request. She listened in to Lydia’s and Kitty’s lessons, and assisted Miss McGonagall where she could. She assisted Mrs. Bennet wherever their mutual tolerance for shared tasks overlapped.

Also importantly, she ensured that she and William had diligent enough chaperones. Mr. Bennet had shared his elder brother’s journals with Mary, and when the betrothed were not too unsociable for conversation with her, she would share highlights with them both. One passage, she simply blushed as she handed the journal over to William, and asked how much was accurate. Elizabeth noted that he flushed quite charmingly, before he handed it over to her to read as well. It was of, er, significant immodesty, from a male perspective. "Did Papa read this before he gave it to you?" she asked Mary.

Mary nodded. "He said he wondered if I would be brave enough to ask about it, but that perhaps a brother may be better to answer."

William flushed again, and sighed. "I would say that even the most self-controlled gentleman may find his mind … wanders … at the best of times. And sometimes our anatomy is definitely not under our control. That does not mean that our actions are not, of course." He smiled slightly. "That is, of course, why some fashions are as ridiculous as they are."

"To maintain your discretion?" Mary asked.

"Indeed," William replied, and Elizabeth felt rather than saw him glance at her, so swift was the action. "I do recall your father mentioning the journals, and that he thought you may find it useful, depending on your intentions." It was very clearly an attempt to change the subject, and the girls obliged.

Mary nodded slowly. "I confess, I had long considered the possibility of a similar course for my life. I have never felt called the way that my uncle describes, however, and I do not know if I could handle such hardships for so little reward."

William nodded slightly. "Longbourn may not be as large an estate as Pemberly, but it is still quite different than the life of a missionary."

"And," Mary replied softly, "that of a soldier."

"Aye," William concurred. "I have only my cousin’s stories, and no experience. He said that, once in the field, many of the illusions of society are stripped away, in ways he cannot quite express."

"He has tried, certainly," Mary replied.

"Oh?" Elizabeth knew they had spoken long and close, several times now.

Mary placed her bookmark in the journal, and closed it, holding it close to her chest. She did not answer directly. "I am grateful for the opportunity to read, with my own eyes, some similar hardships. I believe it helps frame what the Colonel tried to express." A long pause fell as the trio walked along.

"He seems ready to find another choice of employment," William finally offered.

"Yes," Mary agreed. "He mentioned that Lizzy’s cousin the Viscount and the Earl both have offered use of a smaller estate, and horses."

"And what think you of horses?" William asked.

Mary glanced at Elizabeth with a slight smile. "I am certainly more fond of them than she is, but we have few, and they are often wanted on the farm proper. I can ride."

"And better than I, true! Fortunately, I believe there are ponies and a chaise at Pemberly that I can use," Elizabeth laughed. "I will not need to come much of a horsewoman."

William smiled. "Even if there were not today, that could be easily resolved."

"Good!" Mary rejoined. "Our aunt would be terribly disappointed, for she has long wished to walk the grounds."

"Convincing her niece to let me marry her is certainly an elaborate method of ensuring the chance to indulge such a wish!" William teased.

"I am such a dutiful niece and daughter," Elizabeth replied as solemnly as she could muster.

The trio’s composure lasted barely a moment, and then it was quite lost. It was a merry party indeed that returned to Longbourn’s steps. Perhaps those who witnessed the stolid Mr. Darcy laughing with his fiancée and her sister were amazed, or perhaps they simply shrugged it off as the minor miracles of courtship.



Forty-Five

The morning dawned. Elizabeth recalled, not quite a month ago, finding Jane watching the sun rise, and part of her was mildly amused at her doing the same. Watching the sun rise this morning, however, came with the awareness that her world was about to change all over again. This time, by her own choices, of course, but it would be another up-ending. She refused to dwell too closely. For all of her other concerns, none centred around William himself.

Jane stirred on the bed, as she had elected to spend the night at Longbourn to ensure she would be available to help Elizabeth prepare. With the house so crowded, and Jane’s old room housing guests, the sisters had shared a room as they had many times over the years. 

Jane settled in beside her at the window. They had spoken late and long, the last three days, and there seemed little to say which would not be a repetition. Elizabeth leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder, as the pink greys faded into blue.

"We should start getting you ready," Jane finally said.

Elizabeth half-reluctantly agreed, and rose. "Into the whirlwind, then."

Elizabeth barely recalled her own wedding, caught between anticipation and trepidation. Bits and flashes of the preparations – her hair refusing to be entirely contained – Lydia abruptly turning into a waterworks – Mrs. Bennet’s exultations and Lady Catherine’s dabbing at her eyes. The ceremony itself – she remembered William’s expressive look at her as she joined him at the altar – the matrimony vows – and then signing her name as Elizabeth Darcy.

Time slowed back down after that, perhaps unnaturally slowly, although Elizabeth still barely tracked most of the goings on. The congratulations from cousins, new and old, rang around the wedding breakfast. Their sisters, all six of them, were quite effusive. Jane, very much in the role of Mrs. Bingley, ensured that Elizabeth and William were able to actually take to the coach awaiting them, assisted by the understanding and obliging Charles. 

Jane’s face – most beloved of those not in the carriage with her right then – was the last one she saw before leaving Longbourn. Jane’s smile seemed to be both radiantly happy for her, and deeply wistful. The clip-clop of hooves on the road filled the carriage for a moment.

"Well, Mrs. Darcy. How are you feeling?" William asked, with a teasing note.

Elizabeth smiled up at him, and snuggled in closer. "Well enough," she allowed. "And you, Mr. Darcy?"

"Impatient is the most accurate term," William chuckled. "I have been quite irritated by the presence of chaperones the last few days."

"You poor, poor man! Such torments to befall you! How – mmph!" William silenced her teasing rather effectively, and it was some minutes before they spoke again.

"A few hours to London," she reminded him.

"Too long," he sighed, before desisting, reluctance written in every line on his face.

 "I shall refrain from tempting you until tonight," Elizabeth promised.

William laughed. "My love, you tempt me just by existing." She blushed, and he smiled at her. "But I shall restrain myself from tempting you into tempting me more."

It was her turn to laugh, and she shook her head at him. "Books?"

"Books," he agreed, and he rummaged under the bench for their trip provisions. He handed her the selection she had made the night previous, and they settled in together to read for a while.


Elizabeth never doubted the competency of William’s staff at the townhouse, but she was mildly amused at how carefully they gave the newlyweds space that first night. They spent two nights in London, then they were on the road to Pemberly. William ensured that Elizabeth had plenty of opportunity to sight-see on the road north, and they did not arrive at Pemberly by the most direct route or the fastest time.

Nearly a week after leaving Longbourn, William announced, "We are nearly to the turn for Pemberly." Yet it was several more minutes before William directed the driver to slow.

Elizabeth paid close attention as the carriage rounded the turn to the house. The carriage paused, even without William’s direction. She thought she might have gasped; she could not be sure. She understood then, why William and Georgiana loved their home so much, beyond the normal affection for one’s familiar surroundings. When she tore her eyes away from the sight, she found William gazing at her with a slight smile.

"I hope, very much, that the house meets with your approval?" he asked, in a tone between jest and apprehension.

"I dare say there are few in the world who would not approve, and I would hope I am not such a simpleton," she rejoined. He chuckled. She glanced back at the house, still as handsome as it had been at first sight. The carriage started moving again, and the jolt made her aware of how very large the house was. Trepidation crept to her awareness again, and she leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around her. "I do hope," she continued, "that I am up to the task of being her mistress."

William snorted, and tightened his embrace. "I remember the first day I came home from Cambridge after several months, with greater awareness of what tasks would face me when I would take over the guardianship of the estate from my father. It was awe-inspiring, to think that I could ever be entrusted so." He breathed into her hair slightly. "And, a few days after his death, frightening, that I could ever be entrusted so." A sigh, and she gripped his hand tightly in comfort. "You will be a fine mistress for Pemberly. She has been without one for many years."

At the door, William assisted her out of the carriage, and introduced her to the head housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds. She was a respectable-looking elderly woman, quite civil and not very fine, with a warm manner. "Welcome home, Mrs. Darcy," the lady said with a smile.

The words wrapped themselves around her heart, and whispered comfort, belonging, life.

Home.





Forty-Six

A fortnight later, Elizabeth stood beside William as the Matlock carriage, carrying Georgiana, her companion, and the Matlocks themselves, followed by a touring carriage. Elizabeth spied her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner admiring the view, much as she had even that first morning.

Once all of the flurry of arrivals and welcomes subsided, Elizabeth found herself settling down on a chair in the room set aside for her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, while her husband absconded with her uncles for fishing. Elizabeth had discovered she enjoyed the sport herself, but knew her Aunt Gardiner – and perhaps Aunt Matlock – would wish to check on her, beyond what letters had already been shared.

"Marriage seems to suit you well," Mrs. Gardiner noted after the servant left the room.

"We are still adjusting, of course," Elizabeth replied. "I only imagine that would be true of any newlyweds. But I am happy, and William seems to be as well."

"And what of other concerns?"

Elizabeth considered her answer. "It is early yet, but I feel that I will not shame the shades of Pemberly."

Mrs. Gardiner, obviously recalling the sharing of that story, chuckled. "You are fortunate Lady Catherine is such a staunch supporter of your decisions."

"You know that my courage always rises in the face of intimidation," Elizabeth laughed. "While I am grateful that Mère is supportive, I dare say I would have weathered her displeasure in any other circumstance, as well. How is she, and Anne, truly?"

"Have you had letters?"

"Of course. But I feel a faint concern, still."

"Lady Catherine seemed melancholy when we saw her last, just before she and Miss de Bourgh left Longbourn for Rosings. Miss de Bourgh has written, and her spirits do not seem to be particularly affected. Of course, I have no knowledge of how she presented prior to her staying with us in London. Her companion, Mrs. Jenkins, seems a genteel enough lady, but I do not know how compatible she is with Lady Catherine. Miss de Bourgh did not hint at any concerns regarding her mother."

"I am given to understand that mère enjoys society, and that visitors are not infrequent at Rosings," Elizabeth replied. "It seems that a companion is less necessary for her than my sister. And Mama? Lydia?"

"Lydia volunteered to help Miss McGonagall with the children, Kitty as well. When Mary can spare time from her piano, studies, and letter-writing, your father is teaching her more about estate management, particularly the household side, than she’s yet learnt. She did well, the few days he was at Rosings with you. Your mother –" Mrs. Gardiner shrugged. "If you assumed she was boasting to all of the county about the wedding they attended, you may be reassured it is, thus far, only about half of the county." Elizabeth burst out in laughter as Mrs. Gardiner added, "After all, she still had not finished boasting about Mrs. Bingley, before she could boast about Mrs. Darcy."

"Indeed, I think she had not!" Elizabeth eyed her aunt. "But Mary? Letter-writing?"

"Ostensibly to Lady Matlock and Miss de Bourgh. If she has other correspondents apart from yourself, or perhaps Mrs. Collins, she would not share. It does not seem likely that she would be writing Jane when Netherfield is a mere five miles away."

"Perhaps not," Elizabeth allowed. "Any other news from London?"

"Especially from Mr. Boswell, the gypsy?" Mrs. Gardiner replied. "None yet. I left directions. We can but hope he chooses to share what he knows." 

"Indeed," Elizabeth rose. "Would you like a brief tour? Mrs. Reynolds is more familiar with the history of the house itself, of course, but I can certainly show you the salient points."

"Perhaps when your uncle returns," Mrs. Gardiner replied. "I would not be displeased to see your favourite spots, though."

Elizabeth guided her aunt to her personal study. Mrs. Gardiner took in the room before settling in the chair across from Elizabeth’s desk. "I notice you have the room arranged much like your father’s. How have you taken to the management of the household?"

Elizabeth tilted her head as she considered her answer. She leaned forward to tap the household ledger. "My experience with Longbourn’s books has been beneficial, of course. Naturally, there are differences, beyond Pemberley’s tenants being more numerous. Pemberley has many more sheep than Longbourn, although we are fortunate to have enough flats to have some cereal and row crops. The needs of the tenants reflect that difference." She leaned back. "Mrs. Reynolds has managed the role of mistress since William’s mother passed, and she has been supportive in my learning the differences."

"How did she react, discovering you had been keeping such books for years?"

"Surprised, certainly. It is apparently not as common in the upper circles of the gentry as one may believe." Elizabeth shrugged. "I suppose being able to afford a Steward, and needing to attend to multiple estates and responsibilities, changes that viewpoint."

"I would certainly prefer to be able to tell when my Steward was cheating me!" replied Mrs. Gardiner in surprise.

"I readily agree. But Lady Matlock, for instance, cannot be auditing the books while she is managing the London house during Parliament’s active season."

"Has Georgiana learnt much, then?"

"Not as much as Mary, I believe. Among many other things, that is one area I will endeavour to encourage them both." A knock at the door. "Come in," Elizabeth called.

"Ah, there you are." Lady Matlock stepped into the room, gesturing for the women to stay seated. She glanced around. "I approve of the rearrangements, not that you need such approval. It is certainly your space now." She settled herself in the chair beside Mrs. Gardiner.

"This was Lady Anne’s study before?"

"Yes," Elizabeth replied. She gestured at a door to the side. "The master’s study – William’s study, now – is through that door. I saw no reason to rearrange that aspect of it."  She paused, with a quick glance at Mrs. Gardiner. "I am told that my sister Mary has been writing letters to you?"

Lady Matlock smiled. "Indeed, although perhaps not all of the letters have been meant for me, regardless of how they have been addressed."

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, and Lady Matlock shook her head. "No, no clandestine communiqués, rather many a comment for me to pass on to Richard."

Elizabeth half-smiled. "Does my cousin seem inclined to listen for such comments?"

Lady Matlock laughed. "I dare say I see him more often when there may be a letter from Miss Bennet to share titbits than I did the entire time that you and Mrs. Bingley were in residence!"

Mrs. Gardiner chuckled. "Is that not the way?"

"So it seems," Lady Matlock agreed. "I, of course, do my proper maternal duty and relay such comments from him to her as are appropriate." She paused. "I rather like Miss Mary. Miss McGonagall has been a fine influence for her already, and I suspect she will have sufficient composure to brave the wilds of London society whenever we need her attendance. I hope that Richard makes the right choice sooner rather than later."

Elizabeth nodded agreement, before shifting the subject. "Anne wrote that she has suggested that Wickham study under our mother’s steward, as had been suggested years ago. The steward is apparently making noises about retiring."

Lady Matlock pursed her lips and glanced between the other two. "I have my reservations about that idea, of course."

"William mentioned that perhaps Anne is trying to bring Wickham into her sphere to determine if he might be suited to another role."

Mrs. Gardiner blinked in surprise, and Lady Matlock suppressed a start. "He certainly seemed genteel and gallant enough when he was in London," Mrs. Gardiner replied cautiously.

"And a Darcy, a gentleman’s son, without the concerns of being a Fitzwilliam," Lady Matlock allowed. "I know that Anne has voiced concerns related to her own weaknesses, that ‘outbreeding’ would be better for the de Bourghs."  She looked at Elizabeth. "Is there a reason you shared this possibility?"

Elizabeth sighed. "She is my sister, but I know her only a little. I know my mother even less. I know Wickham as he was before his absolution, but I do not know if or how long any changes may last." She paused, searching for words. "I do not know whether to encourage or discourage her – in either the spoken scheme or the unspoken one." She smiled slightly at her aunts. "I suppose I need advice." 

Lady Matlock shook her head. "I have little to none to offer myself immediately. Watchful observation would be best."

"Is there likely to be harm should he take up a stewardship?" Mrs. Gardiner queried.

"All else aside, he has been less than sterling in his personal management of money over the years," Lady Matlock replied.

"William has provided reasons why he may have been less than attentive to such matters, in at least two situations. My understanding is that Wickham has rather more sensibility than sense when under emotional duress." Elizabeth paused, sighing. "Although, under similar circumstances, I suspect I would be hard pressed to be sensible, as well. Losing loved ones is quite difficult."

Lady Matlock looked surprised. "I knew about Wickham’s parents, of course, the elder Mr. Wickham and her." A decided note of distaste at even referencing Wickham’s mother. Elizabeth presumed that her aunt had her reasons. "But they were both quite alive when Wickham first had debts which William discharged." 

"I am given to understand that George had an intended, and the family strongly disapproved. The girl did not live another year, to her maturity. Anne knows of this, as well." William, of course, had shared more, but Elizabeth did not want to share Wickham’s heartbreak any more widely than necessary.

"Oh," Mrs. Gardiner replied, a voice full of sympathy. "I can well understand how that might cause disarray, especially after your disappearance several years before."

Elizabeth nodded, and Lady Matlock expressed agreement. "Such was our thought." Elizabeth glanced between the older women.

After a moment, Lady Matlock slowly nodded. "Catherine may be not inclined towards bringing Wickham into her home as steward, but it would be reasonable to see if he might be agreeable." She paused a moment. "Randall has expressed concern about his health, certainly, as it does not seem as robust as it ought. A more stable situation under the excessively attentive eyes of your mother may be beneficial. I may suggest that to her myself in my next letter. We would be willing to buy out his commission if necessary."

"Should I communicate a willingness to assist to Anne, then?" Elizabeth asked.

Lady Matlock agreed. "I will work on your mother, if your husband is willing to work on convincing Wickham."

Elizabeth smiled slightly. "I believe William already planned that action, but I will share your support for the scheme."

With the most pressing schemes of supporting the unmarried in their pursuit of resolving that problem discussed as thoroughly as the women could do at the moment, Elizabeth and her aunts adjourned to the parlour to await her husband’s and uncles’ return to the house. Georgiana had already opened the piano, and Mrs. Annesley sat serenely enjoying her charge’s performance. Georgiana’s fingers stilled with the end of the music, and she was startled by the sudden applause.

"Oh!" she cried. "I had not seen you all enter. My apologies! I was practicing."

"If that is practicing, my dear," Lady Matlock replied, "then I doubly look forward to hearing you perform in earnest!"

Georgiana flushed from the praise before rising. "Has my brother come back to the house yet?"

"Not that I am aware," Elizabeth replied. "But I expect he will soon. They have been out for a few hours now."





Forty-Seven

Madeline Gardiner nee Hollsworth spent the first few days rekindling old friendships in her old town of Lambton, while introducing her husband and her niece, the new Mrs. Darcy, to those friends. Miss Darcy sometimes accompanied her sister. Lambton merchants exerted themselves to garner favour with Mrs. Darcy, in the hopes of attracting her business.

A few days were spent at Brandywine, reviewing the estate in person. Lady Matlock shared stories of her courtship, while the Earl shared stories of his late sister’s. Elizabeth found the estate to be larger than Longbourn, but certainly comfortable. She noted that it was not above thirty miles from Pemberley, an eminently comfortable distance for, say, offering Jane and Charles use of the estate until one could be purchased outright, "should Netherfield lose its charm," as she phrased it. Madeline understood her meaning and concurred.

A week into the Gardiners' stay, a messenger arrived at Pemberley, looking for Mrs. Gardiner. He was shown into the study where she sat with Elizabeth and Lady Matlock, as they discussed tenant issues. Elizabeth and Madeline recognized him as the White Hart's groom, and briefly introduced him to Lady Matlock. He moved straight to his message.

"Ma'am," he said, "We have a guest who has arrived from London looking for you. He indicated that he believed you would wish to see him soon, but he looked tired enough from the road that the Missus insisted he rest."

Madeline glanced sharply at Elizabeth, who drew in a harsh breath. "Please return to the inn, good sir. I will be there shortly." The groom nodded and withdrew. Madeline continued, to Elizabeth, "Mr. Gardiner and I will see to the visitor. You will stay here. "

"I should –" Elizabeth started.

"You shall not," Madeline overrode her, for the first time in many years. "You will have to trust me and your uncle."

"However, I will also go," Lady Matlock added quietly, placing a light hand on Elizabeth's arm. "Trust us. We have no reason to believe he is hostile, but it is too late in this game to take the chance."

Elizabeth wilted slightly. "I … want to know, too."

"And whatever I learn, my love, I will tell you," Madeline promised, drawing her niece into her arms for reassurance, as if she were a child. Right then, she nearly was.

After a moment, where Madeline felt Elizabeth trying to regain her composure, she felt the nodded agreement. "Let me send a letter with you," Elizabeth said, "for the innkeeper. If it indeed be Mr. Boswell, or someone bringing news on his behalf, all of the customary expenses for his stay ought be covered by Pemberley." She moved to her desk to draft the letter.

 Madeline agreed and Lady Matlock gave a rueful but approving smile at her niece. "Heart of gold, that one," she said in an undertone to Madeline. "We all are better for her."

"Indeed," Madline concurred.

Elizabeth blotted the page, and waved it a moment to dry the ink before sealing it. She offered it to Madeline, her expression still vulnerable and wary. "I will send for my uncles – do you think Lord Matlock would wish to join you as well?"

Lady Matlock shook her head. "Even if he should wish it, he will listen to me that it is better if we do not make too much spectacle of this. Mrs. Gardiner was telling me about some lovely lace she saw at the milliner's just a few shops down from The White Hart."

Elizabeth smiled, albeit weakly. "As good a reason to go to town as any," she agreed. She led the way out of the study and let one of the staff know that her uncles that her aunts were bound for Lambton for "lace and gossip," and to request they meet the ladies at the carriage, in no more than half an hour.

All three husbands were in attendance by the time the ladies made their own way, Darcy's expression worried and guarded. Lady Matlock apparently understood his expression and moved to reassure him quietly. "Not so much gossip, William, as information," she said in an undertone before more loudly sharing, " Mrs. Gardiner assures me that there is some lovely lace at the milliner's. It is a beautiful afternoon for an outing."

He nodded, taking in Elizabeth's expression. "Enjoy your shopping, then, Aunt Gardiner, Aunt Matlock. We look forward to hearing about your shopping later." Lord Matlock evidently caught the meaning of his wife's own pointed look, for he professed a desire to remain and attend an urgent round of billiards. Thus, Madeline, Mr. Gardiner, and Lady Matlock alone alighted the carriage.

It was only five miles to Lambton as the carriage rides, and Pemberley's carriage rode easily in most weather. Any uncomfortableness was due purely to the anticipation that weighed upon them all. Mr. Gardiner knew what little Madeline knew already, and all three were keen to know all that there could be.

When they arrived, the groom was quick to move to assist the driver. "The Missus said to send you in as soon as may be," he told Mrs. Gardiner.

She nodded, and Lady Matlock led the way. In just a moment, they were led to one of the smaller let rooms, where Mr. Boswell indeed waited. "Mrs. Gardiner!" he exclaimed upon seeing her. "You look well."

She remembered how much she liked the man, for he was warm and genuine. He was near her age, but looked a little older due to a harder life. "Thank you, Mr. Boswell. It is good to see you again. This is Mr. Gardiner, my husband, and Lady Matlock."

Mr. Boswell's eyes went wide, even as he gestured for them all to sit. "I am pleased to meet you both, but especially you, ma'am," he said to Lady Matlock. "I read in the papers that Elizabeth Bennet is your niece."

"Indeed," Lady Matlock agreed. She paused as a servant set tea down on the small table, and was politely dismissed. "And I am given to understand that you may know some of how she came to be with the Bennets."

His head dropped for a moment, as he took what seemed to be a steadying breath, before meeting her eyes straight on. "Aye, ma'am. Mrs. Gardiner asked as much in her letter, which is why I am here. I swear to ye, if we had known she were yours, we would have brought her straight to ye. But she did not know. Did she join you? I wish her to know."

"We will share the information with her," Madeline promised. "She has been through many shocks these last few months, and she is now Mrs. Darcy, as well. But I promise I will relay it all."

"Perhaps you could start at the beginning?" Mr. Gardiner prompted.

"It has been nigh on twenty years, has it not?" Mr. Boswell returned. "I may not recall everything exactly but I shall endeavour." He sipped at the tea he currently cradled, and faltered.

"Seventeen and a half," Lady Matlock replied. "Pray, continue."

"Seventeen years," the man murmured. "Seventeen years, I have done what I could to keep tabs on her, to make sure she was still safe. Pa gave me a task, and I have done my best." He shook himself lightly, and straightened, setting the cup down.

"We were traveling, as we do, from Southborough to Crawley," he began. "Now-a-days, I do not quite recall where we bedded down for the night, but it was nearer Crawley than Southborough. East Grinstead perhaps?"

More than twenty miles? Madeline thought. Good heavens!

"Middle of the night, the watch heard a ruckus, and went to investigate. Pa was with them. They found a little girl, crying for her mama. They asked her where her mama was, and she said she was lost, her pony had run away from George, and she had fallen off the pony some time later." The Gardiners shared a glance with Lady Matlock, but they did not move to interrupt.

"Pa brought her back, because what else could they do in the middle of the night? Of all the watch, he was the only one with littles, so he brought her to our wagon to feed her and get her cleaned up.

"I remember Ma waking me to help. She was a tiny little thing, same as my sister Mary. She could tell us her name was Elizabeth, but she could not remember her parents' names. She had bruises all over, probably from falling off the pony, and a terrible lump on her head. I have seen grown men die from hits to the temple like that; she was right lucky. But she could not remember much, just 'big house' and George taking her for a pony ride, and wanting her mama. But she could not tell us what her mama even looked like."

"How long did she stay with you?" Lady Matlock probed.

"Well, we had someone's child, right? So we had meant to be in Crawley for a faire by Lady's Day with our usual stops along the way for work, but we could not just take her. Most of the clan went ahead, but Pa and us, we stayed there a few days, looking and asking. Parish clergy had no knowledge or mention of a missing child, and she was so badly shaken Ma would not simply leave her. We did give the parish directions to one of our regular stops to get a letter to us if anyone came looking for her. A letter never came, so the next year we checked again, and no one ever did."

Another sip of tea, seemingly more for gathering his thoughts than any thirst. "We took her along with us, to Crawley, but as she healed up over the next while, it became apparent that she had developed a terrible fear of horses. She had a few memories come back, here and there, asking for her sister Anne. She was terribly distraught and kept trying to go find her. But the horses terrified her, and I reckon that if I had my pony bolt and throw me far from home, I might have done the same.

"In between her nightmares and her terrors, she was the sweetest little girl, and she and Mary got along wonderfully. I would have been pleased to keep her as a little sister. Ma thought to keep her, too, but Pa insisted that the fineness of her dress meant she had to be the daughter of someone important. Clan tried, but could not find anyone missing a daughter. We all asked everywhere we went. We even sent a rider to Westerham, but he heard no such news.

"But the fear of horses – well, that cannot be for a gypsy child. Ma cried when Pa said we needed to take her somewhere else, where she might be found by her family, or at least a family that did not live and die by their horses. The clan agreed and Ma accepted it. Pa tasked me with taking her to London and keeping her safe, because by his reckoning, that is where all the fine folk go at least some time of the year. We also had work dealings with a couple of orphanages there, and on occasion we would take in an orphan who seemed to be gypsy.

"We were nearer Reading by then. I took her by post coach. Hated leaving my own horse with the family, but there was no way she would stay calm enough to ride. Even the coach was difficult, I had to cover her eyes to get her inside. She was terrified." He paused again.

"I thought she might feel … betrayed, abandoned by being taken to London. I promised her that we were only trying to help her find her mama and her papa, but that she needed to stay in a place with other children missing their mamas and papas for that to happen.

"I swear that I did not know about the fever, though. The orphanage did not say anything of it, although I learnt later that they knew. Else, I would have taken her back with me to Reading, to catch up with the family from there. I only found out about the fever when I went back a few weeks later to check on her, like I promised her and Pa. That is when I learned that she had left London with Mr. Bennet, and been taken on after he lost his own children to the fever." He paused, glancing at Mrs. Gardiner. "I cannot tell you how grateful I was to know she had been spared and found a family to live with, a proper family. We still asked around whenever we went through there, but we never heard of someone missing a daughter. Plenty o' young ones lost to fever and sickness, but not just lost."

 Silence hung over the little gathering for a few moments, while each digested the story. Madeline spoke up first. "Why did you never share that story with me until now? We spoke about her every time you came 'round."

Mr. Boswell grimaced. "Would it have done any good?" he returned. "For all you knew and I knew, her entire family was lost and her life with the Bennets was all she had. I never gave up hope and I am grateful she has found her kin at last. But why complicate things more than needful?" He shrugged helplessly. "I meant to tell her, one day, by letter if need be. I am telling you because you promise to share it with her. I …" he faltered again, before rising to rummage in a bag to the side. He returned with an unsealed letter, handing it to Madeline. "I wrote this for Miss Elizabeth, a few years ago when my own eldest was about the age she was when we found her. Being a father has added a whole different level to my recollections of it all. But I never quite had the courage to give it to her. I did not wish to disturb her if it was needless."

Madeline took the letter, and nodded. "I will, of course, review it before giving it to her," she replied.

"I expect nothing less, ma'am," he agreed. "But that is why I came myself, I … wanted to see her with her kin, at long last. I should like to know my promise to Pa, to her, is finally fulfilled."

Lady Matlock glanced at the Gardiners. "We will return to Pemberley soon, although there was a discussion of a brief shopping detour prior to returning," she replied. "I can well understand wanting to see your promise fulfilled, although her mother and sister are not currently visiting. Would seeing her with myself and her uncle, Lord Matlock, and her husband, Mr. Darcy, suffice for now?"

"It would ease my heart greatly, ma'am," Mr. Boswell replied.

"Then rest now," Mr. Gardiner said, standing in preparation to take leave. "We will call for you to join us in a few half-hours' time."





Forty-Eight

Madeline reviewed the letter on the return, while Mr. Boswell rode his rested horse alongside the carriage. It was indeed dated a few years ago, and contained much of the same information he had spoken, with only a few minor details included. It concluded with an apology for not being able to find her family, and hoping that she would forgive them for having abandoned her to an orphanage, even if it seemed it turned out for the best.

She passed the letter to her husband, and he to Lady Matlock. Lady Matlock's lips tightened as she read it, undoubtedly from renewed distress. Indeed, Madeline suspected she saw a shimmer of tears in Lady Matlock's eyes.

"Her story is almost complete," Lady Matlock murmured, handing the letter back to Madeline.

"No," Madeline corrected. "Her story is not almost complete. This chapter is. Her story continues – as Mrs. Darcy, with hopefully many children to brighten the shades of Pemberly, and all the laughter and joy that Elizabeth brings with her."

Lady Matlock smiled at the correction. "You are, of course, accurate as always, Madeline." She glanced out the window at the rider alongside the carriage. "My sister will be pleased to know that her daughter is safe after all, and that she was cared for and loved every moment possible."

"Is Lady Catherine likely to wish to honour Elizabeth's saviours?" Mr. Gardiner queried.

"Entirely possible," Lady Matlock agreed. "And will that not be quite the sight? Gypsies, being honoured at Rosings!"

The house came into sight, and Mr. Boswell paused, falling behind. He caught up a moment later, asking through the window. "Miss Elizabeth – pardon me, Mrs. Darcy – is the mistress of that?" he asked in awe.

"She is indeed," Lady Matlock replied with a laugh.

"Ma will be thrilled," he replied. "I wish Pa were still here to tell."

The meeting of Mr. Boswell and the Darcys was brief, with Mr. Boswell conveying his entire family's well-wishes on her marriage and reunited family. He took his leave, declaiming any need for hospitality. "My own family beckons, Mrs. Darcy. I will rest at the White Hart – thank you for covering the expense, ma'am. But perhaps when we journey this way, we shall call upon the house?"

"Please do," Mr. Darcy agreed, with Elizabeth echoing him. With that, Mr. Boswell remounted his horse, and turned up the drive for Lambton.

"One chapter closed," Lady Matlock murmured with a glance at Madeline.

"And an entire story to continue," Madeline agreed.

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