Hurricane at Netherfield Chapter 31

Chapter 31 – November Rain

The next morning, Mr Darcy hurried to the meeting spot. The skies were dark and threatened to start raining at any moment. Mr Darcy sent a quick prayer begging for the weather to hold. He had hoped to propose this morning, but the sight of Mr Wickham made him realise he had to tell her about his history with Wickham, but more importantly, he could not propose with her in the dark regarding Georgiana’s near disgrace. In disclosing all that, he was not certain that he would be able to propose. How does one go from ‘My sister nearly eloped and by the way, will you marry me?’

As he approached the meeting spot, he smiled when he saw his Elizabeth already sitting on the stump, waiting for him. But that smile dropped as he saw her face, which had a pensive look rather than her usual smile.

“Good morning, Miss Elizabeth. Have you been waiting long?”

Elizabeth tried a strained smile. “I woke early and could not return to sleep, so I gave up and started my walk earlier today. I’ve only just arrived.“ The discarded apple core suggested that was a falsehood.

He dismounted his horse and he offered his left arm to her, which she hesitated just a moment before taking. Strangely the moment of hesitation hurt. They walked in awkward silence, both wondering how to start, even though both had practiced what they were to say. However, with the other’s presence, and the knowledge of opening wounds, made them both reluctant to begin.

“My Aunt Phillips had a card party last night. She had also invited members of the militia there – your old acquaintance Mr Wickham was there.” She felt Mr Darcy stiffen at the mention of Wickham’s name. “I knew that you were previously acquainted with him when you met us yesterday. Most of the time you are impassive when you meet new people. I have never seen you angry before.”

“Mr Wickham is not a man to be trusted,” was all Mr Darcy offered. He now had the opening he had sought. “Mr Wickham was the son of a very respectable gentleman, who had for many years the management of all the Pemberley estates, and whose good conduct in the discharge of his trust, naturally inclined my father to be of service to him, and on George Wickham, who was his God-son, his kindness was liberally bestowed. My father supported him at school, and afterwards Cambridge. This was a most important assistance as his own father was always poor from the extravagance of his wife, would have been unable to provide him a gentleman's education. My father was not only fond of his society, whose manners were always engaging; he had the highest opinion of him and he hoped the church would be his profession and intended to provide it for him. As for myself, it has been many, many years since I began to think of him in a different manner. The vicious propensities – the want of principle, which he was careful to guard from my father, he could not guard from a man of nearly the same age with himself and who had the opportunity to see him in unguarded moments which my father could not see. My father died about five years ago; and his attachment to Mr Wickham was to the last so steady that in his will he particularly recommended it to me, to promote his advancement in the best manner that his profession might allow. And if he chose to take orders, desired that a valuable family living might be his as soon as it was vacant. There was also a legacy of one thousand pounds. His own father did not long survive mine, and within half a year of these events, Mr Wickham wrote to inform me that, having finally resolved against taking orders, he hoped I should not think it unreasonable for him to expect some more immediate pecuniary advantage, in lieu of the preferment, by which he could not benefit. He had some intention, he said, of studying the law, and that the interest on one thousand pounds would be a very insufficient support. I rather wished, than believed him to be sincere; but at any rate, was perfectly ready to accede to his proposal. I knew Mr Wickham ought not be a clergyman. The business was therefore soon settled. He resigned all claim to assistance from the church, were it possible that he could ever be in such a situation to receive it, and accepted three thousand pounds. All connection between us seemed now dissolved. I thought too ill of him, to invite him to Pemberley or admit his society in town. In town I believe he chiefly lived, but his studying the law was merely a pretense, and being now free from restraint, his life was a life of idleness and dissipation. For about three years I heard little of him; but on the decease of the incumbent of the living which had been designed for him, he applied to me again by letter for presentation. His circumstances, he assured me, and I had no difficulty in believing it, were exceedingly bad. He had found the law a most unprofitable study, and was now absolutely resolved on being ordained, if I would present him to the living in question- of which he trusted there could be little doubt, as he was well assured that I had no other person to provide for, and I could not have forgotten my father's intentions. I hope you don't blame me for refusing to comply?”

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief. “Absolutely not! I am amazed at his audacity, to think that he could ask after originally declining any interest and receiving compensation.” She paused, not sure how he would take what she needed to confess. “I must admit, in seeing both your reactions to each other, my curiosity got the better of me. I expressed opinions no longer my own – with my overwhelming desire to find out the truth, I led him to believe, without specifically stating it, that we were not friends. I gave him the general opinion of the neighbourhood, which you know not to be that good, implying I shared it. I figured if I expressed sympathy towards him, he would be more willing to speak openly. I hope you are not angry with me?” she asked shyly.

He gave a small smile. “Considering the way I acted towards you and the neighbourhood, I cannot blame you. It warms my heart to know your opinion of me has changed.”

“Mr Wickham’s story was very similar, with notable omissions. The parts he omitted in his telling of the story certainly change your opinion of where the fault lies. He did mention that you had said he had forfeited the claim, and he made it sound that the reason was only due to jealousy. I can only marvel at how he can think he can have any claim! How is he completely unable to take responsibly? I saw his face- he truly thinks he has been wronged.“

“I’m not surprised. He has always considered himself entitled to it. Make no mistake- he is a master manipulator. He manipulated my father. He knows how to please- he knows how to look and what to say to get what he wants.”

They were both silent as Elizabeth considered Mr Darcy’s words. “Though I can understand you disliking him for that, I don't think that explains the outright hatred I saw on your face yesterday.”

“You are right – there is more I must tell you. But before I proceed, I must have you promise you will keep the following revelation secret,” said Mr Darcy earnestly.

Elizabeth’s nodded. Whatever comes next must surely be awful if it required secrecy, she thought.

They had reached the top of Oakham Mount. Mr Darcy indicated for them to sit on a fallen log. “After this, every appearance of acquaintance was dropped. How he lived I know not. But last summer he was again most painfully obtruded on my notice. My sister, who is ten years my junior, was left to the guardianship of myself and my mother’s nephew, Colonel Fitzwilliam. About a year ago, she was taken from school, and an establishment formed for her in London, and last summer she went with the lady who pursued over it to Ramsgate. And thither also went Mr Wickham, undoubtedly by design; for there proved to be a prior acquaintance between himself and Mrs Young, in whose character we were most unhappily deceived. By her connivance and aid, he so far recommended himself to Georgiana whose affectionate heart retained a strong impression of his kindness to her as a child, that she was persuaded to believe herself in love, and to consent to an elopement. She was then but fifteen, which must be her excuse. I was at least relieved that I owed the knowledge of the elopement to herself. I joined them unexpectedly a day or two before the intended elopement, and then Georgiana, unable to support the idea of grieving and offending a brother who she almost looked up to as a father, acknowledged the whole to me. You may imagine what I felt and how I acted. Regard for my sister’s credit and feelings prevented any public exposure, but I wrote to Mr Wickham, who left the place immediately, and Mrs Young was of course removed from her charge. Mr Wickham’s chief objective was unquestionably my sister’s fortune, which is thirty thousand pounds, but I cannot help supposing that the hope of revenging himself on me was a strong inducement. His revenge would have been complete indeed.”

Elizabeth could hardly believe the depravity of the man who had all the appearance of goodness. She marvelled at how he could lie so easily and look to be the innocent party. “I now understand your anger at seeing Mr Wickham again for the first time after that incident.” She thought of how Mr Wickham had described Georgiana, painting the poor innocent girl as a villain. “How is your sister? She must have been heartbroken.”

“She naturally is a kind and trusting person, but afflicted with shyness. To have this happen had shaken her faith and she has retreated heavily into herself. Her confidence, which wasn't high to begin with, has been destroyed entirely. Her new companion, who we did careful reference checks on, is working to build her confidence up again. She is improving-I can tell from her letters, but there is still a long way to go.”

Elizabeth shook her head in sympathy. Another thought struck her. “I take it Mr Wickham’s main motivation is money?”

“His own pleasure is his driver, which is fueled by money.”

“When we first met him, he was distinctly taken by Jane and tried his best to subtly gain her attention. He desisted when he learnt of her engagement. I've often seen men taken by Jane’s beauty, so I thought nothing of it at the time. But last night he made enquiries into the death of my cousin. When we met, he had already heard of the rumours of Jane becoming the heir to Longbourne. So his interest in her was then stemmed purely from greed and the attempt to secure himself a fortune. And then his attention to me last night, he probably figured that if Jane was heir to an estate, I probably had some level of dowry.”

“What’s this about your cousin passing?” asked Mr Darcy in some confusion.

Elizabeth updated him on what she knew on her cousin’s probable death. “But please speak no more of it. It hasn't been confirmed that it is my cousin, and for all I know, he is happy at Hunsford parsonage. And even if he has died, there may still be a living male heir to inherit Longbourne.”

Mr Darcy shook his head in amazement, then laughed. “Caroline was rather degrading of Jane’s lack of wealth. It is ironic that Jane is now worth more than her. But she will be happy and will gloat all over London about her brother securing an heiress.” He looked towards Elizabeth, who was still pensive and stand-offish. He could tell something was still bothering her. Then a little detail she had said earlier struck him. “Did you say that your cousin was the parson at Hunsford parsonage?”

“Yes. Mr Wickham informed me that your aunt was his patroness.”

“Yes, she wrote to me a while ago saying that she had a new parson. So he is...was your cousin?”

“Yes. Mr Wickham then said something of which I can't reconcile any good reason for him to lie.” She paused to gather herself. In a strained voice she continued. “He said you were engaged to your cousin.” Elizabeth hung her head, not daring to look at Mr Darcy as he responded.

Mr Darcy was annoyed by Wickham’s gossipy tongue, but then he realised that Elizabeth ‘s distant behaviour was driven by her belief in his being engaged elsewhere. “Though my Aunt would like it to be so, there is no engagement, nor will there ever be.” Hope swelled inside him.
Elizabeth didn't realise how large the smile was that graced her face, but Mr Darcy Elizabeth. "But why would he imply such a thing?”
“To kill any interest any attractive ladies in the area might have for me and turn it towards himself, would be my guess. But truthfully, my Aunt has long wanted me to marry my cousin, and had claimed that it was agreed between my mother and herself. Neither of my parents ever informed me of it and it has been driven most consistently by herself.”

“But your cousin....does she want to marry you? Will she be disappointed?”

“We spoke of it long ago. My cousin’s constitution is weak. She does not believe herself capable of bearing children, nor does she want to risk it. She is terrified of the thought of marrying anyone. Even if she were healthy, we are to much alike – we are both too reserved. And even if we did marry, I would not willing put myself further under my Aunt’s influence. As my aunt, she feels entitled to advising me how to run my estate. I can't imagine how much worse that would be if I became her son- in- law.” He had watched Elizabeth the whole time. The more he explained, the more relieved she looked.

The playful look returned to her face. “That is good, for it would be most improper for me to be meeting an engaged man like this.” As if it were a signal to remind them of the impropriety of their situation, the clouds that had been threatening rain all morning, finally gave way. A couple of spits was soon followed by a drizzle. Elizabeth immediately stood and was about to walk away.

Mr Darcy stood as well. ‘This is it,’ thought Mr Darcy, his mouth suddenly dry. He instinctively took her hand and looked into her eyes as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Elizabeth I know you did not think much of me at first and I hope I have changed your opinion. I will lay it all on the line. My feelings will not be repressed. I must tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Will you do me the greatest honour and consent to be my wife? Will you be mine?”

“My opinion is so different to what it was before I came to Netherfield. It was when I thought I had no hope did I realise that I was in love with you. Yes, Mr Darcy, yes, I will be yours,” she said, smiling as she looked up at him.

He could no longer resist the lips he had dreamed of kissing. He bent his head down and his lips met hers. A kiss that was tentative at first, but then deepened. They stood together in the rain, his arms wrapped around her waist and hers were wrapped around his neck. He ignored the water that trickled down his cheek, but he pulled away as he felt her start to shiver. His hand went up to herface and wiped away a rain drop on her cheek. “I should get you home so that you get out of this rain.”

Elizabeth sighed in contented happiness. “Must we? We are all alone here and I am not quite ready for the circus that will start once our engagement is announced.” She looked up and fluttered her eyelashes in mock innocence. “I want to enjoy your company on our own for a little longer. It is only a little November rain.”

“If you want to love me then, darling Elizabeth, don't refrain.” With that, their lips met again.

However, he could not ignore the fact that her dress and coat, heavy though they were, were getting wet. The dream he had had in the Netherfield library came to mind, and he realised they absolutely could not stay like that without permanent damage to their reputations. He pulled away. “I should return you to Longbourne. I doubt your mother would like it if I was the cause of your developing a cold.”

She nodded in agreement, with a big contented smile on her face. The smile fell when he led her to his horse, and told her to get on. She would have protested harder, except the rain started to bucket down. Without further ado, he hosted her onto his horse and mounted the horse behind her, a secure hand around her waist.

For Elizabeth, who had developed an aversion to horses after having been thrown-off the last time she had ridden a horse, her fear subsided the moment Mr Darcy’s arm was around her and his soothing voice murmuring in her ear. She marvelled that she had never felt so safe as she did at that moment.

And with that, Mr Darcy kicked his horse into a trot towards Longbourne.

Please imagine them riding off to the ballad section of November Rain by Guns and Roses, and not the rock part at the end. Select lines for this chapter were taken from the song. The alternate name for this story could have been November Rain or the Tempest.