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Lady Catherine Disposes - Part III

November 07, 2016 06:29PM
Part III


Elizabeth and her relatives arrived at the appropriate time for dinner. She had clearly worn the best gown she had brought on her travels and, if not the finest she owned (which had been left behind at Longbourn), its design and colour flattered her greatly. Darcy was there to hand her down from the carriage and the obvious appreciation expressed in his gaze and words brought a flush of gratification to her features. He greeted the Gardiners with almost equal pleasure and, with Elizabeth on his arm, brought them to the drawing room where his other guests awaited them. By prior agreement, Darcy and Elizabeth had resolved to display no uncommon preference for the other in order to prevent any intimation of an attachment between them. It was a task that neither was able to perform to their satisfaction. Darcy’s character was not such that happiness overflowed in mirth and yet tonight he felt uncommonly happy; had there been present an observer who knew him very well, the ebullience of his manner might have been discerned. As it was, only his sister might have done so but her attention was too fixed by her aunt to allow her to pay much attention to her brother. On Elizabeth’s part, her joy was such as to permit her to greet the incivilities of Mr. Bingley’s sisters with amusement and indifference.

Lady Catherine acknowledged her re-acquaintance of Elizabeth with a civil, if brief, inclination of her head and deigned to be introduced to the Gardiners, a task that Elizabeth undertook. Having previously been informed by Miss Bingley as to their roots in trade, Lady Catherine was not persuaded to afford them more than the coolest of civilities and resumed her conversation with Miss Darcy immediately following the introduction. Warned of her Ladyship’s opinions in regards to the distinctions of rank, neither of the Gardiners was surprised at her behaviour and cheerfully moved away to direct their efforts to engage Bingley in conversation. They had heard much about that gentleman over the preceding months and their brief interactions had not so far allowed them to understand him better. What little they had observed suggested he retained an interest in their oldest niece. To know him better thus became an object of some importance.

It required but a few minutes for Elizabeth to discern that Miss Darcy was extremely uncomfortable being the focus of her aunt’s attention. Such a shy creature, who experienced difficulty uttering the simplest sentences amongst the most amiable companions, was reduced to quivering silence by an authoritative relative like Lady Catherine. Elizabeth was not at all surprised therefore to have Darcy lead her to join this one-sided conversation. He had no doubt that his aunt would relish the opportunity to question Elizabeth, although what she might say could hardly be guessed. Of Elizabeth’s ability to deal with his aunt’s overbearing condescension he had no doubt, having seen her do so with equanimity in Kent. He was not disappointed. Once Lady Catherine had exhaustively instructed her niece on the matter of her studies, the opportunity to question Elizabeth about her travels, where she stayed and the estates she had toured, was too enticing for Lady Catherine to ignore. The hoped-for result was quickly achieved. Elizabeth cheerfully took onto herself the burden of Lady Catherine’s interest and allowed Miss Darcy to perceptibly relax. It was a charge Elizabeth was required to endure for only a quarter hour before they were informed that dinner awaited them and the move to the dining room took place.

Lady Catherine, in deference to her rank and seniority, had agreed to act as hostess for the evening, thus ensuring that, as she said, “Georgiana is provided with an excellent example of how a lady should comport herself in such a circumstance. You must watch, Georgiana, and learn from my example for I am sure that you will be required to perform such duties at some time or other and one must be attentive to the proper behaviour. I am renown as an excellent hostess and your mother more than once complimented me on the matter. I can remember her saying that she had never before encountered the like in her life.”

Miss Darcy bore the loss of the duty well and maintained her own countenance during her aunt’s explanation.

The seating arrangements had not been left to chance and an uncommon degree of formality was attached to the process, for Darcy was not about to suffer Miss Bingley’s attentions more than was absolutely essential, nor did he wish to be deprived of Elizabeth’s company throughout the meal. If he could not make his interest in her commonly known, he could at least engage her in conversation under circumstances where his attention would be deemed appropriate and in keeping with his duties as the host. Thus he had enlisted the cooperation of Mr. Gardiner and also persuaded his friend in effecting the desired seating arrangements. Darcy led the procession into the dining room, escorting his sister and aunt, settling the latter at the foot of the table before moving to the other end placing his sister at his left hand. The other gentlemen followed and shortly everyone was comfortably seated, albeit several could find little pleasure with their companion on either side. Darcy could see his sister visibly relax when Mrs. Gardiner was placed beside her and that Elizabeth had been given the signal honour of being seated at Darcy’s right hand and across from her. Miss Bingley, however, was not pleased to be so far removed from Darcy and to be seated between Mrs. Gardiner and her own brother, who sat to Lady Catherine’sright. That lady could hardly be pleased at her table companions for Mr. Hurst and his wife sat to her left; however, as she rarely required more from those beside her than to listen to her conversation and thus Mr. Hurst, who had few interests apart from food and wine, served her purposes more than adequately.

Lady Catherine had never been known for a love of silence and she did not depart from her usual habits on this occasion. If Mr. Hurst had laboured under the illusion that he would be allowed to enjoy his meal with minimal attention to his hostess, he was shortly to be disappointed. Lady Catherine, true to her usual wont, inquired into his background and, upon learning that he lived mainly in town when not visiting relatives or friends, dispensed such advice as she felt appropriate to the circumstances.

“I am alarmed, Sir, at such carelessness. You cannot always be so casual on this matter. A gentleman, to be worthy of the name, must have an estate, Sir. You should not expect to live upon your brother’s indulgence for though he is not married now, he is of an age to marry and then where shall you be? No! No! It will not do! You must bend your thoughts to acquiring an estate. Mr. Bingley, you agree with me, I am sure. Yes. I see that that you do. I shall investigate the availability of estates in Kent, Mr. Hurst. I am quite attentive to such details for it is but a year or two since I settled a son of Lady Metcalf on an estate near Rosings Park. It was not a large estate to be sure, and the manor house is quite too small for my liking and poorly situated – for it is quite surrounded by trees and the gardens are minuscule - but it shall do very well for him as he is only a third son and his means were limited. I have examined the house in some detail and recommended a number of changes which I am sure they will implement. It was a most satisfactory business and Lady Metcalf was most appreciative.”

Having settled this matter to her satisfaction, Lady Catherine turned her attention to Bingley, a move which met with a faint but discernible sigh of relief from Mr. Hurst.

“My nephew has given me to understand, Mr. Bingley, that you are leasing an estate. Where is it?”

“Hertfordshire, Madam.”

“Hertfordshire? I passed though there several days past. Rather attractive country although it is nothing to Kent. How does your estate do? Do you plan to purchase?”

Bingley was unsure how forthcoming he should be on the matter, particularly given that Elizabeth Bennet and her relatives were likely to overhear anything he said. But he knew from experience that his was not a character that could dissemble without looking awkward and sometimes discomfited. He contented himself by simply stating that he had yet to make a decision on the property.

Miss Bingley could not allow this topic to pass without comment although she could not be as openly critical as she might wish.

“I am sure, Lady Catherine, that the society in Kent is much superior to that found around my brother’s estate. I remain hopeful that Charles will look to acquire an estate elsewhere, perhaps in Derbyshire, for I find this country particularly agreeable.”

“That is odd,” said her brother, “as I have yet to see you venture outside the house.”

Miss Bingley forbore to acknowledge to this comment and any response she might have made was preempted by Lady Catherine.

“What is the income from this estate, Mr. Bingley?”

“About four thousand a year, madam.”

“Hmm. A decent-sized estate then though much smaller than Pemberley and Rosings. It seems appropriate for one in your circumstances. Miss Bennet is from Hertfordshire. Did you make her acquaintance there? I recall that you did not require an introduction when she arrived.”

“I. . .ah, I met Miss Bennet and her family this past autumn when I was last at Netherfield.”

“Last autumn! And have you not returned to your estate since then? You have not! Whatever can you mean by such neglect? I recollect that my nephew intimated that you planned to learn the workings of an estate. How can that be done if you have not been there for – what is it now – yes, nine months? Why have you not returned? Darcy spends, I know, at least half the year at Pemberley and I spend as many months, if not more, at Rosings. You cannot hope to learn to manage an estate if you do not attend to it regularly. Perhaps you acquired the lease for the hunting only? Is that the case? No? Then you must be more attentive to your responsibilities, Mr. Bingley. You wish to become a landed gentleman, to improve from your roots in trade, but you must perform your duties with more care if this is your object.”

Miss Bingley sniffed. “I am sure,” she said, “that I found nothing to enjoy when we stayed at Netherfield. The society is limited and poor; and some I found to be quite savage.” She turned towards Darcy, “Is that not so, Mr. Darcy? I seem to recollect your saying something to that effect when we arrived there.”

Darcy looked at her coolly. “I may indeed have thought so when we first arrived, but I have since come to the conclusion that the fault lay more with my perception than the neighbourhood.”

Bingley looked at his friend in amazement and was about to inquire into the matter; however, Lady Catherine was not to be dissuaded from her object and prevented any comment from him by returning the discussion to the management of an estate. She was content to discourse on the subject for some time, requiring little contribution from her companions. She was finally distracted from this exercise by observing the easy conversation at the other end of the table. She did not scruple to call out, “What is it you are saying, Nephew? What is it you are talking of? What are you saying to Miss Bennet? Let me hear what it is.”

“Mrs. Gardiner and Miss Bennet have expressed a desire to view more of Pemberley’s park, Madam. I have engaged them and Mr. Gardiner for a tour tomorrow morning.”

Miss Bingley, more from a desire to ensure that Elizabeth was not allowed to enjoy Darcy’s company without her presence than any particular interest in exploring the park, interjected, “What a pleasant prospect, Mr. Darcy. I am sure we would all enjoy such an outing.”

Darcy frowned slightly before replying, “I am afraid I am unable to satisfy your request, Miss Bingley. Only my curricle and phaeton can traverse the paths that surround the park and they can carry only four people. And, as the Gardiners and Miss Elizabeth are to soon return home, this shall be my only opportunity to satisfy their request. I am sure, however, that your brother would be willing to perform the service when we return or we might consider doing so another day before you depart.”

Elizabeth could see that Miss Bingley was unhappy at being so excluded but, as that lady had been at Pemberley in the past without availing herself of a tour of the grounds, Elizabeth could hardly believe that Miss Bingley’s present interest would even survive Elizabeth’s departure.

When Lady Catherine led the ladies to the drawing room following the meal, Elizabeth was required by her ladyship to sit in the chair beside her so as to facilitate their conversation, for she had much to speak about with Elizabeth.

“I was, as I am sure you appreciate, much surprised to encounter your youngest sister in Bromley, Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth did not wish Lydia’s escapade to become a subject of discussion, not in the present circumstances certainly. While she had some doubts as to Lady Catherine’s sensibleness, she believed it unlikely her Ladyship would continue to address the matter in such a public setting.

“We are greatly in debt to your Ladyship for conveying Lydia home. It was most courteously done. May I inquire about Mrs. Collins? I have not heard from her for more than a month.”

Lady Catherine was quite willing to be diverted and spoke exhaustively on the doings of the Hunsford Parsonage until the gentlemen rejoined them. Darcy was at once commanded to Lady Catherine’s side and, as Elizabeth was now superfluous, she was allowed to move to sit with Miss Darcy, who was currently the uncomfortable focus of Miss Bingley’s efforts at conversation. The newcomer was welcomed coolly by the latter who, after the failure of her previous efforts to disparage Elizabeth, chose instead to ignore her presence. Miss Darcy, however, welcomed her and immediately inquired, “I understand my aunt conveyed your youngest sister home.”

Elizabeth acknowledged this to be true.

“Are all your sisters at Longbourn? I recollect that my brother said you had four sisters.”

“They are indeed all at Longbourn. Jane is my elder sister and Mary, Kitty and Lydia are younger than me. Lydia is not yet sixteen.”

“Miss Bennet is well, then?” asked Mr. Bingley who had drawn closer. His manner was slightly self-conscious. Elizabeth could not believe his question to be disinterested.

“Her spirits are improving, I believe. It is difficult to remain otherwise in the company of my young cousins. She is a great favourite with them, and they did much to buoy her spirits when she was in town this past winter.”

“Miss Bennet was in town?” Elizabeth could have no doubt as to his surprise at this news. She nodded.

“I wonder,” he said, “that she did not call on my sisters.”

Elizabeth could form no reply to this statement without discomfiting Darcy and Bingley’s sisters; Miss Bingley dared not respond at all. An uncomfortable silence lasted for several long moments. Miss Darcy appeared frozen by the palpable tension and Elizabeth felt obligated to move the conversation to a different topic. An inquiry into Miss Darcy’s preferences in composers proved efficacious and the awkward moment gradually passed; however, Elizabeth could see that Bingley remained discomfited and suspected the cause to be the knowledge that Jane had been in town and apparently had not called on his sisters. As his sisters had promoted the friendship, it was incomprehensible to him that Miss Bennet would be so uncivil as to not call upon them.

It was, however, a matter which Elizabeth could not address and she could only hope that Darcy would do so. She had forgiven him his interference in the matter of Bingley and her sister, having come to believe that regardless of Bingley’s personal modesty, it ultimately was his responsibility to act in the matter. Bingley alone was best placed to gauge her sister’s heart and his want of conviction in the matter spoke as poorly of his understanding as it did of his resolution. Nonetheless, he was the man her sister loved and, if Jane could accept such a weakness, Elizabeth could do no less. None of us are perfect and Elizabeth recognized that she had enough faults of her own that she could ill afford to be overly severe on another’s.

~~~~~~~

Darcy left Pemberley the next morning at an hour which he hoped would bring him and his equipage to Lambton soon after the Gardiners and Elizabeth had finished breaking their fast. He drove his curricle and a groom, the phaeton intended for the Gardiners. The groom would later ride on the seat on the back of the phaeton. Thus, should the two vehicles become separated, the Gardiners would not become lost. That Darcy and Elizabeth might be unchaperoned for some time was less of a concern now that they were betrothed, but he was not slow to assure the Gardiners that he intended for the two vehicles to remain close together.

It was as beautiful a day as one could imagine in the summer. Trees, shrubs and grasses had not yet lost their freshness and when they finally reached Pemberley’s park, the narrow trails they followed were frequently blessed with an umbrella of branches, leaving the sun to create dappled patterns as they passed. Birds there were aplenty, and Darcy and Elizabeth were equally quick to attach songs to the bird. A few were unknown to Elizabeth and Darcy would often mimic their calls to her amusement.

The winding trail around the edge of Pemberley's park led them through forested glens, by outcroppings of rocks and fields of boulders with unrivalled prospects, along by small ponds rippling in the breeze and dotted with lily pads. . .there seemed to be a new beauty around every bend in the trail. Darcy was a knowledgeable guide, his reticence making him a welcome companion for he did not sit in an uneasy quietude nor distract Elizabeth with mindless inanities. He answered her many questions patiently and did not seem to be in the slightest hurry; any indication she expressed of wishing to explore on foot, he would gratify by immediately drawing rein and jumping down to assist her. The Gardiners were never far behind them, and they would pull up too, occasionally climbing out to walk around with her, but more often remaining seated in quiet conversation and enjoyment of the scenery. That they wished to afford the young couple an opportunity to converse in private, which circumstances had largely denied them, was clearly their purpose.

Eventually the two vehicles arrived at a ridge which afforded them all with an excellent view of the house, but from a different perspective than Elizabeth had seen before. "I remember thinking, when we first espied it, that I had never seen a place where nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. It is so very well situated," said Elizabeth, feeling somehow that her remark was inadequate as a description of Pemberley House.

“I wish I could take the credit for it,” Darcy replied, “but I am greatly indebted to my ancestors. It is my responsibility to maintain and improve where I can.”

“I can find no fault with their taste or yours, Fitzwilliam.”

“And now I am to gift the Darcy family with an exemplary mistress.”

“I would not wish your expectations to be too great.” She responded with a sense of unworthiness at the prospect of what lay before her as Mistress of Pemberley. “I am the daughter of a gentleman with a small estate. I have never dealt with such responsibilities.”

He drew her arm closer and laid his hand atop hers and squeezed. Her unease had become palpable and he did what was within his power to alleviate it. “You are, beyond a doubt, an intelligent and caring young lady. If Longbourn has not fitted you with all the experience that a Mistress of Pemberley might require, I have no reservations, none at all, as to your ability to learn what must be learned. Besides,” and he laughed softly, “Pemberley has been without a Mistress for more than ten years. I dare say it will survive well until you have learned what is required. Mrs. Reynolds will welcome your arrival and will be overjoyed to assist. She has been hinting for some time that it was time for me to marry.”

“Yes, although she was quite firm in telling my uncle, when she guided our tour, that she knew no one who was good enough.”

“She had not come to know you but, once she does, will be delighted with the new Mrs. Darcy.”

“Mrs. Darcy! I can hardly comprehend that it is possible. That you should still love me.” She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, “I can hardly account for your having fallen in love with me. That you would carry on quite charmingly once you had done so, I can believe. But how came you to start in the first instance? I know you found me barely tolerable at first.” A teasing smile accompanied the last remark. Darcy only gave her a wry smile, shook his head and chose to ignore it.

“I confess to that but my attraction began not long after that evening. We were often in company together and each time I saw you, I found something more admirable. That was the foundation, I believe. It was a short step from admiration to love, although I confess that I was slow to realize that I had succumbed and was quite lost long before I admitted it to myself.

“I know I treated you most abominably at first. Impertinent and was impertinent and even uncivil on occasion. I daresay you would have hated me for it had your character not been truly amiable – although you did disguise that very well. But in spite of your efforts to disguise this part of your character, your feelings were always noble and just and, in your heart, you despised those who so assiduously courted you. There, I have accounted for it all, and upon reflection I feel my explanation to be very reasonable. Of course, you knew no actual good of me, but who can think of such when they fall in love?”

“Was there no good in your care and attention to your sister when she fell ill at Netherfield? Or in your willingness to endure your cousin in order to visit your friend?”

“Dearest Jane, who could have done less for her? But you have my permission to make a virtue of it. And truly, I saw little of Mr. Collins during my stay. My good qualities will be under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible. You realize that having won your regard with my impertinence, I am resolved to continue to tease and quarrel with you as often as I can.”

Darcy smiled and did not appear at all discomposed by the prospect; however, their conversation was shortly interrupted by an inquiry from Mr. Gardiner as to when they would return to Pemberley House for his wife was finding the increasing heat of the day fatiguing. As they were by now only a short distance from the house, within a quarter hour Darcy led them to a small private parlour which they had not previously seen. Fruit and cake and other pleasant things appeared within minutes, and Darcy urged them to help themselves before disappearing to find his sister.

Miss Darcy returned with her brother and they were able to converse in the most agreeable manner for some time. There was no shortage of subjects that could be encompassed but their tour of the park must form the majority of the discussion and Miss Darcy was pleased to listen to their approbation and to impart those aspects which she found most interesting. About a half hour later, Darcy turned to Elizabeth, “Might I interest you in a tour of the conservatory? It is something my father introduced and I have attempted to improve upon it.”

The invitation was extended to the Gardiners; however, Mrs. Gardiner was loath to leave the comfort of the parlour and her husband and Miss Darcy chose to remain with her. That Miss Darcy harboured some thoughts as to her brother’s interest in Miss Bennet was obvious from the manner in which her gaze flickered from one to the other. However, whatever her musings, she said nothing.

Once they had gained the privacy of the conservatory, Elizabeth inquired as to whether he had as yet informed his sister of their engagement.

“I have not, although I shall do so before too much longer. I suspect we have roused her suspicions and I would not wish her to remain in ignorance.”

Elizabeth assented, noting that she had already sent a missive to her sister informing her of the engagement and requesting her secrecy until their father had given his permission. Darcy nodded and his mien grew more thoughtful. She wondered at it but determined to await his willingness to speak on whatever perturbed him. Finally, he did so.

“As much as I wished to show you the conservatory, there is another matter which we must discuss. I spoke with Bingley last evening after you departed. I confessed to him my actions in separating him from your sister. He Had been sorely puzzled that she would come to London and make no attempt to call on his sisters and himself. He became quite. . .upset, irate even, to learn of our deception. As he should be. I cannot think of how abhorrently I acted.”

“I will not pretend that your actions, no matter how well intentioned, did not anger me greatly or that I believe you did not exceed your responsibility as a friend; nonetheless, I have come to understand that Mr. Bingley must accept the greater share of responsibility for his actions, or rather inaction, in this matter.” She paused briefly before adding, “And did you speak of my sister’s heart?”

Darcy shook his head. "Not in so many words, for Bingley was more concerned with his sisters’ deception and incivility; however, I did intimate that I believed my advice had been unsound. I implied a quarrel between us when we met in Hunsford led to such a revelation.”

He fell silent once more, clearly ruminating on the confrontation with his friend. Elizabeth thought to prompt him slightly.

“Did Mr. Bingley give any indication of his. . .plans? Will he return, do you think, to Netherfield?”

Darcy’s response was slow in coming. “I cannot say with any surety. I believe he will do so although I gather he must first accompany his sisters to the north to visit some relatives there. I believe, however, that when he learns of our engagement, he will return. Certainly, I will press him to do so.”

“Do you plan still to follow my party to Longbourn?”

“I do. I shall be but two days behind you. There are some matters pertaining to Pemberley that I should attend to before I leave again for what may be an absence of some duration.”

“We have not spoken of this, but when shall we marry?” She paused and glanced up at him teasingly, “You must know that once my mother learns of our engagement, six months shall not be sufficient for the preparations she will wish to make.”

Darcy grimaced and Elizabeth chuckled.

“I believe,” said she, “that, while this is a matter for you and my father to resolve, were my preferences to be consulted, a date around Michaelmas would be satisfactory – most satisfactory.”

Darcy turned to face her, brought both her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss on each. “I would not wish to disappoint you on such a matter, Elizabeth.”

She thoroughly enjoyed the way he pronounced her name, almost lingering over every syllable.

“But will six weeks be sufficient time, do you think?” he asked.

“It shall be for me. I do not wish for an elaborate affair, unless. . .” She paused and gazed up at him with a question in her eyes. “Do you require longer, Sir? Will your relations anticipate a more. . .illustrious affair?”

He shook his head. “I have to please few besides Georgiana and myself. I would marry as soon as possible and Michaelmas seems to be a reasonable compromise. Shall we garner your mother’s ire?”

“I believe Mama will be so astonished at my marrying a man of such consequence that she shall want the wedding to take place before you regain your wits.”

“So six weeks is to be preferred to six months then?”

She laughed again. “I do not doubt it, although I am also sure that I shall never hear the end of her lamentations of being ill-used at having to plan a wedding on such short notice.”

“We will brace your mother together.”

Elizabeth shook her head, “No indeed. This shall be one task I will not ask you to face. Mama shall learn of the engagement from me alone. I shall spare you this and earn your gratitude for doing so. I trust her ire will be of short duration.”

“I will not object to your mother’s response, Elizabeth.”

"Nonetheless, I will take onto myself her first transports. To you shall fall the burden of convincing my father.”

Darcy was surprised. “Do you expect he shall object then?”

It was Elizabeth’s turn to be embarrassed. She had never enlightened her parents as to her improved opinion of Darcy and, indeed, the whole neighbourhood only remembered him as the proud, disagreeable man who offended one and all last autumn.

“I believe my father is quite unaware of the change in my feelings towards you. He shall be quite surprised when you apply for his consent. Perhaps,“ she mused, “I should inform him of your arrival and explain. I would not have you discomposed by my father’s response.”

“It is not necessary, Elizabeth. I shall. . .”

“Nevertheless, I am resolved to speak with him. I shall have a day or two before you arrive.”

Darcy looked at his timepiece and scowled. “I fear our privacy must be ended before your uncle reaches the opinion I am not the gentleman he thought me and seeks us out.”

She smiled up at him, nodded silently and allowed him to lead her back to the Gardiners. They paused outside the door and after satisfying himself that they were alone, Darcy brushed her lips with a kiss. “I shall have to be content with that until I return to Hertfordshire. It shall, I confess, be an endless separation.”

“She stood on her toes and brushed his cheek with her lips. “I shall await your arrival, dearest.”

Her endearment could not be allowed to pass unrewarded and his second kiss was firmer, longer and left her slightly breathless and quite flushed.

“Oh my!” was all she could summon the wits to say.

He smiled and guided her into the room, consciously proud of having rendered her so pleasantly discomfited. It was a condition he hoped to create with some frequency in the future; however, as that thought crossed his mind, it was followed by the realization that a wife, particularly one as lively as Elizabeth Bennet, could work the same effect on him. He smiled at the thought.

Their leave-taking when he later assisted her into the Gar
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Lady Catherine Disposes - Part III

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i wonder when Lady C will find out?

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Do you mean Gardiners' instead of Gardiner's? (nfm)

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