Chapter 1

As his lids fluttered open, he thought he saw a deep red blotch just inches from his face. Blood? Blood on his pillow? His eyes, only now beginning to focus, gradually made out his family crest deeply embossed in the rich, red wax. He then realized where he was. “Elizabeth,” he murmured.

Lifting his head from the desk, he eyed the seal thoughtfully, then tore it open and read, as if for the first time, the letter that had kept him up for most of the night. He grimaced at the bitterness of his words, then slowly and deliberately, crumpled the meticulously written missive and tossed it into the fire. How could he send Elizabeth such a letter? Too many unforgivable things had already been said. He cringed as he recollected them.

Yes, in time, Elizabeth would have to be told the truth about George Wickham’s character— as much for her own protection as for the sake of his own honour. And pride also demanded that she know his genuine conviction concerning her sister. But as for the rest—the rest was unnecessary—even cruel, perhaps. It would serve no purpose other than to confirm her appallingly poor opinion of him.


At least she would soon be gone, and he would be spared the pain of seeing her discomforted by his presence. Thankfully, she had neither been flattered nor intimidated into accepting his aunt’s invitation to extend her stay. No, Elizabeth had not been at all tempted. She had long wished to be away, he now realized, even before the previous night’s disaster.

If he could escape this very morning and save them both the embarrassment of this evening’s meeting, he would. But his aunt’s selfish neglect of her tenants had created a dangerously volatile situation at Rosings, and his immediate and diplomatic intervention was vital. G-d only knew how long it would take to set things right again.

*****

Elizabeth lay among the twisted bedclothes gazing at the window but seeing only the images inside her head. The sky was just beginning to brighten and some birds were greeting the day with their song. A new day… her last full day in Kent. How would she find the strength make it out of bed? How would she keep that wretched proposal secret from Charlotte? Charlotte, who had noted Mr. Darcy’s admiration from the very beginning!

Elizabeth had always taken pride in her ability to accurately sketch a person’s character. Yet when Mr. Darcy had declared his love for her the night before, it had come as a complete shock! Not that knowing would have made any difference! She hated him, loathed him—now, even more than ever. But how could she have been so blind to his admiration given all of Charlotte’s teasing! Was she, perhaps, the last to know of his interest in her? Could everyone around her read Mr. Darcy’s countenance better than she?

Tonight she would have to endure yet another of Lady Catherine’s wretched dinners with Darcy seated opposite her at the table. And perhaps, she would again be obliged to play and sing while he sat and glared.

“Insufferable man! Arrogant, haughty, selfish man!” she thought. How could he have spoken to her of love, one moment, and so thoroughly humiliated her the next? How could he have done so if his feelings were as ardent and as passionate as he claimed? Well, if those were the words of a man in love, she truly pitied his future wife—whoever she might be. And to have disguised his feelings behind such disdain! She had never seen any hint of tenderness behind those piercing eyes. Was he indeed such an extraordinary actor…or was she such a fool?

Her mind drifted, yet again, as it had all night, to another of their confrontational encounters.

“Yours is a propensity to hate everyone.”

“And yours is deliberately to misunderstand.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed. For an instant, she felt herself sinking into self recrimination. But no, she would not shoulder a jot of responsibility for this ridiculous situation. If Fitzwilliam Darcy was now suffering, then his pain was richly deserved. “Deceitful man! Pompous, arrogant…”

“And to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”

For a moment, her breath caught in her throat, and she shook her head in astonishment as she recalled the scene.

“He had come to my defense even then!” she murmured. “At the time, I thought him arrogant to add yet another requirement to his list. But his remark was clearly made in justification of my reading! I see that now…Why on earth, did I not see it then?” Elizabeth threw back the counterpane and leapt from the bed, pacing back and forth in great agitation.

“Well, I am obviously not as good a judge of character as I would have myself believe,” she said aloud, placing her hands firmly on her hips, “But then, you, Mr. Darcy, are as blind as I! Did I not make my dislike of you clear enough?”

As her mind raced from one recollection to another, the knot in her stomach tightened. She thought of the manner in which she had always regarded him, the archness of her looks, the teasing tone of her voice, the challenging, playful attitude that could easily have been mistaken for… “Heaven forbid!” Elizabeth put her hands to her burning face. “Did he think…Did he think I was flirting with him?” The color of her cheeks deepened further before washing away completely and leaving her ghostly pale. Until that moment, she had not really known herself.

*****

In the late afternoon he returned from a long day of difficult negotiations with a number of tenants, in a vile temper, thoroughly overheated and in need of a bath. For a time he toyed with the idea of avoiding the evening’s mortification altogether by claiming a sick headache. Why could he not beg such an excuse as easily as she? But of course, he could not forgo the opportunity of seeing her.

His anger at Elizabeth had been short lived. For although he still firmly believed that his feelings concerning her family’s suitability were perfectly justified, he had quickly come to understand that making her aware of them was insensitive, if not truly unkind. He had wounded the woman he loved while petitioning for her hand, for G-d’s sake!!! Was there ever a greater imbecile in all of England?

And this evening would, perhaps, be his last opportunity to look upon her precious face. Surely, their paths would never cross again. Besides, allowing Richard the pleasure of having her all to himself for the evening was unthinkable…even now.

He entered the sitting room almost a half hour after the parsonage guests had arrived, using his estate duties as his excuse. He knew the evening would be dreadfully long and awkward for them both; dinner would be difficult enough.

Bowing to the group as a whole, he nodding to the Collinses, then took his seat beside his cousin Anne. To his dismay, his tardiness only gave his aunt good reason to expound, at length, on the subject of her wretchedly indolent and ungrateful tenants…who brought in so little income, yet took an excessive amount of time and energy to manage. Darcy seethed inwardly and kept his eyes fixed on the carpet as she spoke. How he longed to see Elizabeth’s reaction to his aunt’s mortifying speech! Surely she thought such arrogance ran in the family. He could not, however, muster the courage to face her directly.

When dinner was announced, her Ladyship insisted on the Colonel’s arm, while Darcy naturally escorted his cousin into the dining room. The Parsonage guests followed, and all were seated at their now established places. The first course was served with an especially fine wine—one that her Ladyship usually reserved for very special occasions. But given Darcy’s foul mood of late, her Ladyship had hoped that the quality of the grape would improve his humor.

She raised her glass to him and smiled. “A toast to your valiant labors on my behalf, Darcy. Rosings would not flourish half so well without you.”

“Rosings would fall into complete and utter ruin without me, Aunt,” he thought bitterly. Instead, he acknowledged her toast with a nod, then added. “And here’s wishing Miss Bennet a safe journey home.” He glanced quickly in Elizabeth’s direction and was disappointed to see her gaze directed at her lap.

At Darcy’s words, Mr. Collins suddenly jumped up excitedly, nearly spilling his wine in his exuberance.

“Well, this is indeed the perfect time for me to reveal my excellent news— for I am most eager to share it,” he said, chortling to himself. “I received a reply from my father-in-law just this afternoon…and… Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself,” he said, clearing his throat and pulling himself up to his full height.

“I owe it all to you, your Ladyship,” he said, bowing in her direction, “for it was you who made me aware of my duty to my dear, young relation. And, being a clergyman, it would have been discreditable for me to allow my cousin to travel alone by post. Though, I would have sent a servant with her, to be sure, she will be safer and happier still, traveling to London with you next month. I cannot tell you how pleased I was to get word that my family was equally keen on the idea and that it is now all settled.”

Elizabeth went pale and rose instinctively from her chair.

“Settled? No, it cannot be; it is not settled,” she said, struggling to keep the panic from her voice. “You know it is impossible for me to stay! I am to meet up with Jane in London and we are to travel home together. We are needed at home! Our father depends upon it. I must leave as planned.”

By the end of her little speech, Elizabeth’s voice had risen in volume as well as pitch and all the company could not help but stare at her.

Charlotte, as surprised as anyone by the news, felt Elizabeth’s anguish acutely. For although she had not been made privy to the details of the previous night’s tête-à-tête in her downstairs parlor…she had been made aware of the gentleman’s visit…and had her suspicions as to its purpose. It was now clear that Elizabeth was most desperate to get away.

Equally distressing was the fact that her husband had made these elaborate arrangements without consulting her. After all, the plans involved her household—not to mention, her best friend. Humiliated, and powerless to help, she lowered her eyes to her plate.

All the while, Mr. Collins and Lady Catherine regarded Elizabeth with righteous indignation. “Good heavens, Miss Bennet. Where are your manners?” chided her Ladyship. “To be so ungrateful when both Mr. Collins and I have gone out of our way to do what is best for you! Shameless girl!”

This cutting remark was felt by everyone, but it was Darcy who rose in defense of its target.

“I do not believe Miss Bennet wishes to be ungracious, Aunt,” said he, leaning forward and clearing his throat. “She clearly has reasons—vitally important to herself and her family for wishing to be at Longbourne. Reasons that, to be sure, have nothing to do with her appreciation or gratitude for your offer.”

Elizabeth was dumbfounded at both his interference and reply. At another time she surely would have called him on it, but at the moment, she was oddly relieved. She had neither the emotional strength nor the clarity of mind to respond with any form of civility.

Lady Catherine, still greatly irritated, was determined to resume her reprimand, while Mr. Collins was equally determined to interrupt her.

“Indeed, that is the beauty of it, my dear cousin. You need not worry about former arrangements at all. Sir William spoke to your father and told him of the great condescension with which you have been honored, and, of course, of the great advantage it would be for you to stay and travel with her Ladyship. He immediately gave his consent for you to extend your stay and sent an express to your sister in London, I am told. Indeed, how could he do otherwise? How could a father refuse such a generous and advantageous offer for a beloved daughter?”

“How indeed?” said Elizabeth softly as she sank back down in her chair. She cast a pleading look to Charlotte, who had not yet lifted her chin from her chest, and knew that nothing more could be done. It had all been decided without her. She would have no say in the matter.

The room fell awkwardly silent, as some at the table returned to their meal and others sat in uneasy contemplation. It was not long, however, before Lady Catherine settled on a new topic, directed expressly at the Colonel.

“Fitzwilliam, you must persuade Anne to walk out with you a little each day. I rely on you to encourage her to increase her exercise. In the past, Darcy has taken it upon himself to walk with Anne after breakfast and then again in the late afternoon—when the sun is not so strong. But as he is now so much engaged with this irritating business, it falls to you to do so.”

“It would be my pleasure, Aunt, if only my cousin would allow me the honour. She has refused me twice already. And as you know…”

The murmur of voices continued on around her as Elizabeth struggled to suppress both her seething anger and growing despair. Her mind dwelt, not only on her own situation, but on that of her sister’s. The strained quality of Jane’s letters had been worrisome for some time. Knowing Jane as she did, Elizabeth understood how difficult it had become for her sister to remain in London with Mr. Bingley “engaged elsewhere”.

“The gall, the arrogance of this meddlesome fool!” fumed Elizabeth. “And to think I am forced to call him cousin!”

Her thoughts were suddenly diverted by a servant at her elbow clearing the first course. Looking up, she leaned a bit to the left to give him room and watched, as he placed her untouched plate next to another, equally in tact. It was Darcy’s plate; of that she was certain. Apparently, he had lost his appetite as well.

“No need for such distress, Mr. Darcy. I shall do my best to keep out of your way!”

She looked in his direction for a moment, prepared to visually cross swords, but found that he had cocooned himself in his own thoughts. There he sat—in deep contemplation, his shoulders hunched forward, his fisted hand pressed tightly against his lips.

“How droll,” thought Elizabeth, turning quickly away, “Even the illustrious and powerful Mr. Darcy cannot prevent that stupid, pompous fool from reeking havoc on his life. For once, you have my compassion, Sir. Indeed, for once, we have something in common.”

Chapter 2

With no invitation forthcoming from the great house, Elizabeth managed to avoid Mr. Darcy for some three days. She planned her walks for varying times of the day, changed her usual route and was ever vigilant for the sound of hoof beats as she sought out new places to explore. She remembered only too vividly the encounter in a wooded intersection a few days before the infamous proposal (for all her recollections were now categorized as “before the proposal” or “after the proposal”). The shock of coming upon her so unexpectedly had obviously befuddled the well bred Mr. Darcy, for despite a moment’s hesitation, he had turned and ridden away without so much as a nod in her direction or the tipping of his hat. She had naturally been convinced that this behavior was further proof of his disdain. Yet now she understood that there must have been something more behind his uneasiness. No matter the reason, she did not wish to find herself in that uncomfortable situation again.

But then the dinner invitations started up again and she had no choice but to deal with whatever came her way.
*****

“You are particularly dull this evening, Miss Bennet! You have not said two words together since you arrived.”

Elizabeth looked up from the handkerchief she had been fingering and blushed unwittingly. For Charlotte's sake, she wished to be civil, but she could not muster up the animation required for Lady Catherine’s amusement. Clearly, she had not been following the conversation, and to her own bewilderment, found herself, yet again, furtively studying the movements of Fitzwilliam Darcy. It seemed that her dislike of the man had not altered her desire to make him out—though she bristled at this ludicrous fascination. Did she not already know the essence of the man? Had she not told him, in no uncertain terms, what she thought of him?

Oddly enough, with the silence that had naturally grown between them, came the opportunity to observe and reflect. Downcast eyes now replaced the bravado that had once marked their encounters. This came as a welcome relief to Elizabeth, who was only too happy to serve out her captivity in Kent in the solitude of her own mind. But after a few evenings of what she had believed to be indifferent observation, came a most bewildering development. All her senses had become acutely attuned to the horrible man and she became painfully aware of his every step and gesture. She did not need to see him move about the room to know exactly where he was or what he was doing; she could feel it. What’s more, she believed she understood the motivation for most of his actions and could actually anticipate them!

His routine excursions to the window, for example, seemed to come immediately after an embarrassing remark made by his aunt or Mr. Collins—as if hiding his countenance would prevent it from betraying him. Suddenly rising to replenish his port was one way of removing himself from an uncomfortable situation. And shifting uneasily in his seat or tugging at his shirt cuffs signaled his anticipation of yet another ridiculous turn in the conversation. Strange as it would seem, his opinions, whether actually spoken or left to the perception of the observer, seemed to concur, most decidedly with her own. She and Mr. Darcy seemed to be interpreting situations and conversations in the same way! Horrified at the thought that she was beginning to think like him, she tried to redirect her focus. But it was to no avail. Her senses were unconsciously linked to his.

“Miss Bennet, I am not accustomed to having my questions ignored!” said Lady Catherine in an irritated tone.

“Forgive me, your Ladyship,” said Elizabeth, forcing her thoughts back to the present. “I was glad to hear, once again, that Mrs. Metcalf was so delighted with your recommendation of your apothecary, but I am at a loss as to what more I could add to that happy declaration.”

Elizabeth’s impertinence, so thinly veiled, had not escaped her Ladyship, and she received an icy stare.

“Perhaps, had you had a proper governess, Miss Bennet, you would have been taught that guests share an equal responsibility in keeping up a lively conversation.” Her Ladyship shook her head to punctuate her displeasure. “Well, if you have no pert opinions to offer this evening, you might as well make yourself useful at the piano forte,” she said, banishing Elizabeth to the instrument with a dismissive wave of her hand.

The corners of Elizabeth’s mouth drew up slightly in amusement, but she nodded demurely and obligingly rose from her chair. As she turned towards the piano, however, Fitzwilliam Darcy’s broad frame suddenly blocked her path and wordlessly bade her stay.

“Really Aunt,” he now said, turning towards Lady Catherine. “We would not wish Miss Bennet to believe that she is obliged to sing for her supper.” Darcy’s irritation was clearly evident.

“What? This coming from you, Darcy? You, who are always urging me to invite the Parsonage so that we may have a bit of music. I thought you a great admirer of Miss Bennet’s talents? Though given the example set by your sister, I cannot understand why.”

Darcy’s ears turned a distinct shade of crimson, a mixture of outrage and embarrassment flashing across his face.

“I do admire Miss Bennet’s singing,” he said after a moment’s pause, “and though it would give me great pleasure to hear her perform, I would not have her believe that it is her duty to do so. She is a guest in this house, after all.”

“A guest you encourage me to invite to liven up the evening!” retorted her Ladyship. “Or so you have claimed. Can you deny it, Sir?”

Darcy’s only response was to turn his back on all the company and to stride quietly towards the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Obviously, there was nothing he could do or say to check his aunt’s tongue!

Elizabeth, mortified for them both, quickly forced everyone’s attention upon herself, saying, “Indeed, your Ladyship, I would very much like to play. I do not often have the opportunity to play on such a fine instrument. And at home—well, my sister Mary is considered the better musician.”

At this remark, Darcy shot Elizabeth a curious look, then grasping the purpose of her jest, gratefully acknowledged it with an almost imperceptible nod. While Elizabeth held her own expression in check, the sparkle in her eyes did not go unnoticed by the gentleman at the window. Despite all that had happened between them, she felt the need to diminish his humiliation. Why this should be, he did not know.

No sooner had Elizabeth seated herself at the grand instrument, then the Colonel, who from the first, had appointed himself her official page turner, came to claim his seat beside her. Elizabeth smiled at him warmly, though an odd and melancholy sensation swept over her. She glanced towards the window just in time to see Darcy’s sunken expression, before he, once again, turned away.

She had always imagined that it had been the Colonel who was petitioning Lady Catherine for the Parsonage’s numerous invitations, for she believed him to be her sole admirer at Rosings. How unsettling it was to now learn that it had been Mr. Darcy all along! She suddenly understood the dark, piercing looks he had directed towards them whenever she and the Colonel were engaged in conversation. Fitzwilliam Darcy had been coveting his cousin’s place beside her at the piano.

*****

Elizabeth had been playing for more then half an hour when refreshments were brought in, and she was glad to have the opportunity to stretch her legs. Besides, she had exhausted all the sheet music to be had at Rosings. As no-one played, the selection was rather limited. She would next be obliged to play the few pieces she knew from memory, and she was certain that her modest repertoire would not impress her Ladyship.

“Allow me to bring you some tea and sweets,” said the Colonel as he led her by the elbow to one of two winged chairs set a bit apart from the rest of the company. This was not what Elizabeth had had in mind, for she would have much preferred a turn about the room with Charlotte. But as there was no way to refuse without giving offense, she smiled appreciatively and lowered herself into the chair. At least it was cooler in this part of the room. The great candelabra on the piano forte had made her rather warm.

No sooner had the Colonel retreated, then Mr. Darcy unexpectedly appeared before her with a fluted glass and a small plate of confections.

“I hope I’m not being presumptuous, Miss Bennet, but I thought you might be in need of some cooling refreshment,” he said, taking the seat beside her and handing her the glass.

“I… that is… the Colonel…” stammered Elizabeth, looking anxiously to the other side of the room where the gentleman in question was heaping petit-fours and strawberries onto a plate. It was an awkward situation, to say the least, but she was, nevertheless, amused that Darcy had planned the timing of this little coop so precisely. …and somewhat ashamed of herself for so eagerly anticipating the look on the Colonel’s face when he returned.

“Well…yes, Mr. Darcy. I am in need of a cool drink—though I fear the wine will, in time, make me warmer still.” She forced a smile, but accepted the glass and took a sip. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“I took the liberty of mixing the wine with some sparkling water, Miss Bennet. I hope it meets with your approval.”

Elizabeth could not help but laugh. “Indeed it does, Sir. It is most refreshing! I have heard that this sparkling water is all the rage in London, but have never had the opportunity to sample it myself. I can see why it is so popular.”

“Yes, my sister enjoys it very much, as well. I had ordered some cases to be sent upon my arrival at Rosings, but they arrived only yesterday.”

“Oh, so you are expecting your sister then,” said Elizabeth, naturally inferring that the two remarks were linked. “I’m sure your aunt will be glad to have a true musician at her piano.”

Darcy looked momentarily puzzled, then genuinely thoughtful. “Actually, there is no such plan in place, Miss Bennet,” he said slowly. “My sister has been awaiting my arrival in London these many days, but I have been horribly delayed by the business here. I fear she is most unhappy being alone in London with only her companion. Perhaps it would be best to have her join us.”

Confused by Mr. Darcy’s remark, Elizabeth sipped her wine in silence. Why had it taken her mistaken assumption to encourage such a devoted brother to include his sister in a family gathering, she wondered.

As if reading her mind, Darcy shifted uneasily and said in a hushed tone. “My sister is a rather shy and sensitive young woman, Miss Bennet. She has yet to learn that one cannot take all of her Ladyship’s comments or suggestions to heart. Georgiana often feels overwhelmed by what she perceives as my aunt’s constant censure. …My sister has never been easy at Rosings.”

Elizabeth blushed. She did not know what to do with this unsolicited bit of personal family history. And although she was curious to ask why Mr. Darcy would therefore consider bringing Miss Darcy to Rosings now, she naturally kept the question to herself. But why was Darcy paying her such particular attention? Why did he not remain at the window where he felt safe? If only the Colonel would return and rescue her!

Eagerly glancing towards the refreshment table, Elizabeth was suddenly aghast at the sight of the Colonel watching them with an amused grin. He was sipping the tea she knew he had poured for her and raised the cup as if to toast the scene before him. Elizabeth blushed with mortification! Had all this been previously arranged? Did the Colonel know their history? Had Mr. Darcy told him of the proposal?

Angered by the thought that he might have shared the event with another living soul, Elizabeth turned towards Mr. Darcy with fire in her eyes. But looking into his somewhat bewildered and questioning face she instantly realized that it could not be. Fitzwilliam Darcy would not confide such feelings to anyone, let alone a handsome young cousin whom he saw, at times, as a rival. No, Mr. Darcy was as innocent as she. The Colonel’s generous affection for his cousin was evident, and Elizabeth gathered he was mistakenly tickled by the fact that it had taken Darcy this long to assert himself.

Chapter 3

Normally, Elizabeth thought herself quite capable of making the best of uncomfortable situations, but this prolonged visit in Kent was quickly becoming intolerable. At Rosings, there was Darcy and Lady Catherine to contend with and at the Parsonage, Mr. Collins … who was becoming more and more irritating each day. His unrelenting lectures and self righteous tone made the hairs on her neck stand on end, so she naturally tried to escape whenever she could. She would walk the grounds of Rosings for hours and sometimes even accompany one of the maids to Huntsford village on a shopping expedition. But, she was, after all, Charlotte’s guest, and her loyalty to her friend demanded that she spend more time with her.

However, on a gloomy, rainy day, when she could listen to her cousin's sermonizing no longer, her only option was to escape one house for another. She decided that this was a good time to accept Lady Catherine's offer of practicing on the piano in Mrs. Jenkinson's room. “I will be in nobody's way in that part of the house.” she mused to herself. “I will be blissfully on my own!”

So she told Charlotte that despite the foul weather, she felt obliged to go and work on a piece her Ladyship had suggested she play. For hadn't she been reminded, time and time again that she was sorely in need of practice?

Charlotte's color deepened with embarrassment as she recalled Lady Catherine pointing out to all assembled that Elizabeth's playing had clearly not improved. “Yes, I suppose you should go. Though I am grieved at how much Lady Catherine is imposing on you, Lizzy. I am so grateful to you for taking all this with such forbearance and patience. You could not be a better friend.”

“Well, then you had better lend me the largest umbrella in the house and not say a word about the old battered shoes I am going to wear. I brought them along for just such an occasion.” Elizabeth replied with a laugh.

Not ten minutes later did she find herself before Rosings' ornate front doors, and hesitating for just a moment, made her decision to skirt around to the servants' entrance. There, she was greeted with wide eyes and concerned looks.

“Is anything amiss, Miss Bennet? Is there something that you need?” asked one of the kitchen maids.

“Would you happen to know the whereabouts of Mrs. Jenkinson, Miss?” said Elizabeth, smiling. “She has offered me the use of the piano in her room and I wish to know if this is a convenient time.”

“Yes, I believe she is in the library with Miss Anne. Shall I fetch her for you?”

“Please. I am much obliged.”

Mrs. Jenkinson graciously led Elizabeth up a flight of stairs to her bed chamber and after offering her some water or tea, left her on her own to practice. Happily, Miss Anne had not accompanied her companion. Surely, the stairs would have been too much for her.

Elizabeth sat down and lightly touched the keys, then lazily ran through a few scales and arpeggios. Clearly the piano needed tuning. Suddenly, she rose with a start and realized, with amusement, that she had not come prepared. The sheet music she needed was in Lady Catherine's grand parlor. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to lift the lid of the piano bench. To her surprise, there was an abundance of sheet music, far exceeding the meager selection in the parlor below. Much of it was obviously aimed at beginning students, but other compilations were the popular standards of the day - very easy Bach, some Hayden and Mozart. But not the one she needed. She therefore chose a simple Hayden piece and began to slowly plunk out the notes for the right hand. Sight reading was not her strong suit. It was gratifying to know that no one was about to hear her struggle with one measure after another. After about twenty minutes of reading out the short piece again and again, she slammed both her hands down on a dissonant chord. “Urgh! Why can't I get this section right?”

From the corridor outside her door game the sound of a stifled giggle and the rustle of fabric. The patter of slippered feet made their way down the hall.

“Oh no you don't!” whispered Elizabeth to herself as she dashed out of the room to find the culprit who had invaded her privacy. But the corridor was empty and silent. She soon realized that whoever it was, must have ducked into one of the rooms along the hallway. There had not been enough time to get to the stairs at the other end. She saw that there were only three other doors on the floor, three possible places to hide, but she couldn't very well open any of them! Given that Mrs. Jenkinson resided on this floor, these rooms surely belonged to other members of staff. Elizabeth stamped her foot and grumbled. She could not stand the thought of being bested. Placing her hands on her hips, she called out rather loudly.

“Come out and show yourself, whoever you are! I will not report this incident to her Ladyship as long as you come forward and assure me that you will not spy on me again!

The silence in the corridor seemed to last forever, but then the closest door on the left slowly opened. To Elizabeth's complete surprise it was Anne de Bourgh who timidly stepped out. Elizabeth had expected one of the servants!

“Please don't be angry, Miss Bennet. I do so love to hear you play and it is such a welcome diversion for me.”

“You could have asked me to let you sit and listen,” said Elizabeth, trying to keep a stern face. “I doubt I would have been able to refuse you. This is, after all, your home.”

“I wanted you to feel at ease here, so that you would wish to return more often.” said Anne. “I suppose it was foolish of me to think that I could have this pleasure without your knowing. My motives are selfish, I know, Miss Bennet, but I meant no disrespect. Please believe me. I didn't want to embarrass you in any way!

“But you just couldn't help laughing at my frustration. No, that was not at all embarrassing!” said Elizabeth rather harshly.

“No, no! You misunderstand. I was simply so surprised by your frustration. ”

“I beg your pardon?” said Elizabeth, her brows raised.

“Oh, I am not explaining this very well. It is just that you always seem so poised and confident at the piano, Miss Bennet. I would never have believed that it is such a chore for you to learn a new piece. You make everything look so easy. Forgive me for saying so, but it comforts me to know that I am not the only one who struggles with something new. So much of life is a struggle for me.”

Elizabeth had not heard Anne say a word in all the evenings they had spent in the same company. This was not the same dull and listless girl she had observed all these weeks. She regarded Anne with momentary skepticism. “Is she being clever … or this genuine?

“Well then, you had better come and join me” she said with a stern face, but extending her arm toward the open door.

Miss de Bourgh entered timidly and looked about for a chair. The only one she saw was against a wall on the opposite side of the room. She moved towards it.

“Oh no. Let me move that for you,” said Elizabeth, finally relinquishing her stern expression and smiling warmly at Anne. “Come sit by me.”

Anne accepted the seat with obvious pleasure. “Oh, now I shall be able to see how your hands move across the keys, Miss Bennet. I have never been close enough before.”

“Yes, now you shall see, first hand, how my fingers trip over each other in this troublesome section.” laughed Elizabeth. “But I suppose I should give it one more try. We mustn't give up so easily, must we?”

Anne shook her head and smiled, obviously eager for Elizabeth to begin.

Elizabeth continued to flounder over the same few measures, then sighing and shaking her head in disgust, announced her rebellious decision. “Do you see this cluster of notes, Anne?” she asked, pointing to them on the page, “ I cannot manage the fingering! It is simply too fast for me! But, where is it written that I must stay completely faithful to Herr Hayden's score?” she asked with a cheeky grin. “I'll simply eliminate these three eighth notes and make it easier to play. There, it doesn't seem to radically alter the melody, does it?” she asked, playing the phrase through smoothly.

“No,” said Anne, in a most serious tone. “I know nothing about music, Miss Bennet, but it sounds like it was written that way. It is beautiful! Truly.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “That is because those notes formed what is called a trill – just an added
embellishment. I would not be able to cut three notes from the heart of the melody. Nevertheless, I am depending on you to keep my disloyalty to Herr Hayden a secret.”

“Of course, Miss Bennet. You have my word.”

The sound of their laughter wafted through the open window just in time to land on the ears of Fitzwilliam Darcy who was returning from an exhausting afternoon in the fields with the land agent. It was his habit to enter the house from the service entrance when his boots were caked in mud and his person was unfit to be seen. Hurrying up the back stairs, he would then navigate the servants' corridor to the other side of the house, in stocking feet, boots in hand.

But just now, his instincts told him to back away and he hurried around the corner of the house just as Miss Elizabeth Bennet came tripping down the stairs and out into the sunshine. She appeared rather pleased with herself, and whirling about once or twice, proceeded to skip down the gravel path towards the Parsonage. The sight of her warmed him to the depths of his soul. He shook his head with both pleasure and pain.

He had vowed to avoid her company for just this reason. It would be awkward and uncomfortable for her, but acutely painful and embarrassing for himself. So why had he engaged her with sparkling water and sweets the other evening? And why had he shared such personal information regarding his family? Of course, he knew why. He knew precisely why! He could not give her up! He could not see a life without her. His mind told him to stay away, but his heart, his limbs and his tongue refused to follow directions.


On her return to the Parsonage, Elizabeth recounted the astonishing events of the afternoon to her friend, who was naturally very surprised. “But I'm afraid I shall have to return again tomorrow, Charlotte. I didn't work on the Mozart her Ladyship is looking forward to, so I must prepare it before another dinner invitation arrives.”

“Oh, Lizzy! Did you not see the messenger as you came in? An invitation for tonight was just delivered.”

“Yes... yes I did see him, but I assumed it was some church matter involving Mr. Collins. Anne must have pressed her mother to invite us directly after we parted. I believe she now regards me as her new best friend, poor dear.”

*****

The astonished look on Darcy's face went unnoticed by most of the guests as they entered the main foyer, but Elizabeth thought his surprise was palpable. Clearly, he had not expected the Parsonage guests this evening. Straightening from his bow he held her gaze for a prolonged period of time, then turned away suddenly to walk to the window on the far side of the room. A few weeks earlier she would have thought him rude, but knowing his feelings for her had altered her perspective. Oh, he was still the man who had very likely ruined her sister's future happiness and the defiant son who had spurned his father's wishes to deny a rival his living. Certainly, nothing would have persuaded her to accept such a man ... yet she found that she was no longer obsessed with hating him. There was no need to spar with him or outwit him. She needed only to get through the next two weeks without anyone learning their history.
*****

Setting down her knife and fork, Lady Catherine turned her attention to Elizabeth. “I understand that you have finally made an effort to improve your performance at the piano forte, Miss Bennet. Will we be enjoying any evidence of that this evening?”

“I'm afraid it will take much more than an hour's practice to improve my performance, Ma'am. I would not wish to disappoint you.”

“Be assured I have no great expectations of you, Miss Bennet. You will never play really well. But tell me, did you at least make a start on that lovely Mozart Sonata I suggested to you?”

Darcy tugged at the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and sifted uncomfortably in his seat. Elizabeth cleared her throat.

“I am sorry Lady Catherine, but I did not come well prepared today. It was thoughtless of me, I know, but I neglected to take the sheet music with me when last we met and I had no way of procuring it this afternoon.”

“Have you no legs to carry you, Miss Bennet? Why did you not come and fetch it?”

“I did not wish to be in anyone's way in this part of the house, Your Ladyship,” said Elizabeth.

Lady Catherine slowly raised her chin, pressed her lips together tightly and peered at Elizabeth through slitted eyes.

She had gone too far! She knew it the moment the words had been uttered.

“But I did manage to learn a lovely new melody by Hayden that I think you will like,” said Elizabeth quickly, trying to turn everyone's attention away from her sarcastic remark. “It is not yet perfected, but....

“I have not always been a great admirer of Hayden,” interjected Darcy in a casual tone, “but Georgiana has taught me to appreciate the beauty in his style of composition. I wonder if your piece is one I will recognize? I am very anxious to hear it, Miss Bennet.” Then turning to Lady Catherine, he said, “Aunt, I believe we are all finished here. Shall we adjourn to the parlor to enjoy some music?”

Lady Catherine did not answer his query but continued to glare at Elizabeth. Time hung suspended until Anne rose from her seat, and very uncharacteristically, said in a strong voice, “ I should be very pleased to turn the pages for you if I may, Miss Bennet.” Everyone stared. Lady Catherine turned towards her daughter with an astonished expression, but said nothing. At that, the gentlemen rose as well, and Anne proceeded to lead the party out of the dining room. Darcy hung back to offer his arm to his aunt. “No point in making her even angrier,” he thought.

“Anne cannot read music, Darcy. How in the world will she know when to turn the page,” hissed Lady Catherine. “The start of this evening has been nothing but aggravation, Darcy, and I am most displeased with the way it is progressing!”

Chapter 4

Anne de Bourgh was watching for Elizabeth from the foyer window and on her arrival greeted her with much enthusiasm. “Mama is resting and will be indisposed for at least two hours, Miss Bennet. We need not fear any interruption.”

Elizabeth had not anticipated Anne's desire to attend all her practice sessions, but gave no indication of her surprise. “And here I thought I'd have a little time to myself,” she mused. “Well, having another ally at Rosings must be a benefit.”

She placed the first page of the Mozart on the piano stand, studied the first few measures and gasped. “No, no, no. Good heavens! I cannot possibly play this! It is far too advanced a piece for me. It would take me another three years with a piano master to learn the left hand alone! What was your Mama thinking?”

But then she knew exactly what her Ladyship was thinking. What delight she took in humiliating her.

“Oh dear, what are you going to do Miss Bennet? Mama will be ever so cross.”

“What can I do but tell her the truth. Besides, she has no right to be angry. I never pretended to be better than I am and am not ashamed of being …. mediocre. Not everyone can be a Mozart, you know.” They laughed together for a moment, until Anne's eyes began to fill with tears.

“Oh, Miss Bennet, I fear Mama may be quite unkind to you when she hears it. It pains me so when she....

Elizabeth interrupted her immediately, gently laying her hand on Anne's forearm. “Miss Anne, do not fret on my account. Believe me when I say that I know only too well what it is like to be embarrassed by a parent. You are not responsible for your mother's actions or for her uncensored opinions. You are only responsible for what you do and say.”

Anne covered Elizabeth's hand with her own and allowed her tears to fall. “You understand me so well, Miss Bennet. I have never had a friend such as you before. Thank you.”

“You need not thank me for becoming your friend, Anne. I have gained your friendship in return and that is your gift to me. Now let's make the most of the time we have left and have some fun. Would you like to play a little melody with me?”

“You know I cannot play, Miss Bennet. I cannot read music and have never even touched the keys.”

“We will start small then, and I promise you shall enjoy it. Trust me”

“I do, Miss Bennet. I do.”

“But first you must agree to call me Elizabeth or Lizzy, if you like ... though not in front of the others to be sure,” she laughed.

Taking up Anne's left hand, Elizabeth placed her smallest finger on C and her thumb on G. “Now all you need to do is gently strike C and count two beats and then the G for two beats, like this.” Elizabeth demonstrated, repeating the simple pattern over and over again.

“My goodness, Miss Bennet, that does not seem at all difficult. I can do that!” she exclaimed happily.

“And while you do that, I shall play a little melody with the right hand. Let us see how it sounds together.”

Anne de Bourgh was giddy as Elizabeth varied the little tune but kept it harmonically pleasing within the chord they were playing. It could not have been simpler, but to Anne it was a revelation. She could be a part of something bigger than herself and still have her participation be of value. No one had ever made her feel so accepted and worthy before. In her mother's world, one had to excel at anything one did – or not attempt it at all.


For the third day in a row, Fitzwilliam Darcy left his estate responsibilities early to listen beneath the window of Mrs. Jenkinon's room. To avoid being seen, he placed himself among the tall shrubbery at the edge of the gravel path. Should anyone pass by, he could simply walk out pretending to be making his way back to the house. Distance prevented him from hearing the ladies conversation, for which he was grateful. He had no desire to intrude on their privacy, but he could still hear the music and the pleasing sounds of light-hearted chatter. Anne and Elizabeth were forming a fast friendship and it gladdened his heart – for Anne's sake, of course, but even more for his own. “You are perfectly right, Elizabeth, I am a conceited, selfish man, undeserving of your love. But I cannot let you go … I cannot!”

*****

“You want me to leave this afternoon?” said the Colonel in an exasperated tone. He looked completely perplexed and somewhat annoyed. “What's the hurry, Darcy? Why not let me get an early start in the morning. What difference would those few hours make? Georgiana won't be expecting me at either time.”

“At present, the weather is good and the roads are dry.” said Darcy. “Who knows what the weather will be over the next few days. If you leave by two, you'll be there in time for supper and a good night's rest. Then you'll be able to start off in good time to be here in the afternoon.”

This isn't like you, Cuz, making these last minute plans and pressing so hard to see them through. Besides, you normally do your best to protect Georgina from Aunt Catherine.”

Yes, that is true, but I have more than a few weeks of work left here and Georgie has been alone with Mrs. Annesley long enough. I know she is anxiously awaiting a letter with news of my arrival and must be sorely disappointed each time the post is brought in. Richard, it will be a splendid surprise for her!

“But if your days are taken up with estate affairs, she won't get the pleasure of your company anyway. And sadly, Anne, does not make for a very lively companion.”

“Well, I'll be sure to spend extra time with her at breakfast. I won't rush out. And we'll have dinner and the rest of the evening together. It is better than being apart for yet another month. And of course, she'll have you to entertain her during the day,” said Darcy, slapping his cousin on the back with a hearty
chuckle.

“And hopefully, she will have Elizabeth's company for at least part of each day!” thought Darcy. Knowing of Anne's growing affection for Miss Bennet he had no doubt that the three of them would find a way to spend time together.


*****

“They're here! Finally!” exclaimed Anne, rushing from her seat beside Elizabeth to the open window. The sound of the wheels on the gravel had alerted her to the much anticipated arrival of Georgiana and Richard. “Come Elizabeth, you must meet my sweet and talented cousin Georgiana,” she said, taking Elizabeth's hand and pulling her towards the door. “You will enjoy each other's company so much, I am sure. Thankfully Fitzwilliam has allowed her to join us this time. He usually makes excuses for her, but I know it is because Mama always upsets her.”

“No, Anne, I think not,” said Elizabeth, retrieving her hand from Anne's grasp. “This is a family reunion and I am certain her Ladyship would frown upon my being included. Go, go ahead and greet your guest. I will see myself out.”

“Oh, Elizabeth, you are right ... as usual. I hadn't thought it through. It would be best for you to meet Georgiana away from Mama's critical gaze.”

***

It was not long after the breakfast things had been cleared away that a knock was heard at the front door of the Parsonage.

“Who on earth can that be? It is far too early for visitors,” said Charlotte, rushing to the window and moving the curtains aside. “Good heavens, there's a Rosing's coach outside! Help me off with this apron, Lizzy. And as you are certainly the one to blame for this,” she teased, “you must be the one to receive them. Take them into the small parlor. I will come as soon as I am presentable.”

“You are perfectly presentable, Charlotte., besides, it is probably only a servant with a message.”

“Servants do not arrive by coach, Lizzy. They walk! Now go and see who it is.”

Charlotte's maid was taking the visitor's gloves and wraps and anxiously looked to Elizabeth as she came into the foyer. “Thank you Agnes, I shall take our guests into Mrs. Collins's parlor.”

“Miss Anne,” said Elizabeth, smiling broadly. “What an honour,” she laughed, knowing Anne would get her meaning. Anne had never entered the Parsonage before.

“Oh, Lizzy – that is, Miss Bennet, I know we are shamefully early, but I just couldn't wait! Georgiana pressed me to hold off another hour, but …

“Well then, would you do me the kindness of introducing me to your friend.?”

“Oh yes, of course,” said Anne, giggling. “Miss Elizabeth Bennet, may I introduce my cousin Georgiana Darcy? Miss Darcy, this is Elizabeth Bennet.”

The ladies curtsied to one another and smiled. Georgiana was both bewildered and encouraged by the informal rapport so obvious between her cousin and this pleasant young woman. She had never seen Anne so animated or met anyone so instantly warm and friendly as Elizabeth. She had been somewhat nervous about meeting her cousin's new friend, but Miss Bennet was certainly making an effort to put her at ease.

“Please be seated,” said Elizabeth. “Mrs. Collins will be down shortly. May I offer you a cup of tea or coffee after your long journey?”

Both ladies chuckled. “You know we have just finished breakfast, Liz.... Miss Bennet. But I know that you go for an early morning walk, and we did not want to miss you. May we walk part of the way with you? We can talk and get to know each other along the way.” Turning to Miss Darcy, Anne continued. “Elizabeth is known to be an excellent walker, Georgiana. She wanders about for hours and seeks out all the wildest places in Rosing's Park.”

“And how do you know that?” said Elizabeth in an accusatory tone, but very much amused.

“Richard has told me of your escapades to small waterfalls where you take off your stockings and wade in the water,” laughed Anne. “Oh my! I should not have revealed that, should I? I am terrible at keeping secrets!”

“Well, now I know not to reveal anything of importance to you, Miss de Bourgh. And I shall have to speak to the Colonel about spreading slanderous rumors about me.”

They were still laughing when Charlotte finally made her appearance. She had changed her frock and tidied her hair. Introductions were made and the four ladies spent a pleasant half hour in easy conversation. It was the first time, Georgiana later realized, that she had not been worried about saying just the right thing. As they rose and headed toward the door, Charlotte begged to be excused from walking out with them, citing some church business that needed her attention.

They set out together with Terrance, the coachman, trailing at a good distance behind so that he might ferry the ladies home when they tired. They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, breathing in the early morning air and admiring the greenery.

“I am so glad to have met you at last, Miss Darcy,” began Elizabeth. “I have heard so much about you.”

“Really?” said Georgiana, very much surprised. “From what source, may I ask?” She was equally surprised at her boldness for posing such a question. She was usually far too shy to demand anything of anyone, no less a complete stranger.

“Well, at Netherfield, the Bingley sisters spoke very highly of your musical achievements. And, of course, your brother always spoke so lovingly of you that my impression of you was very favorable from the first. Then there is the Colonel, who obviously adores you. So you see, you've come with excellent references, Miss Darcy.”

Georgiana was bewildered by this information. She knew all about Netherfield Park, of course, but had never heard any mention of a Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She then remembered one of Fitzwilliam's letters mentioning a Miss Bennet who had become ill at Netherfield and had spent some time recovering there. But her name was not Elizabeth. She could not remember what it was, but it was definitely not Elizabeth. How strange.

“Did you spend much time at Netherfield, Miss Bennet,” Georgiana asked. “And did you enjoy the company of Caroline Bingley and Mrs. Hurst?” She watched as Elizabeth hesitated for a moment and carefully chose her words.

“They are very elegant and charming ladies, but we did not spend much time together. My sister Jane had fallen ill while visiting them, so I came to care for her until she was able to travel home. And, of course, my family and I attended the Netherfield Ball. The Bingleys were very gracious hosts.”

“Yes, I heard about the Netherfield Ball. It must have been wonderful.”

“Indeed it was!' said Elizabeth with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “Oh, and then I also heard you praised from an entirely different source – a childhood friend – or companion, if you will. George Wickham,” said Elizabeth, watching for Georgiana's reaction. “I believe he grew up at Pemberley with you and your brother. Is that not so?”

Georgiana grew pale and seemed to lose her balance momentarily. Elizabeth reached out to support her.

“Are you all right, Miss Darcy? You do not look at all well!”

“Just a spot of dizziness, Miss Bennet. I am fine, really, but perhaps I should get out of the sun.”

“Yes indeed, Georgiana!” cried Anne, waving to Terence to come and fetch them home.”

Once she was seated comfortably in the coach, Georgiana turned to Elizabeth and said, “You must think me a very fragile creature, Miss Bennet. I assure you I am not. Forgive me for bringing this lovely excursion to an end. I feel rather foolish, but I suppose yesterday's journey has caught up with me. I hope to see you again very soon.”

Elizabeth smiled and nodded, but could not help feeling guilty for bringing on Miss Darcy's distress. She had made a grave mistake in mentioning George Wickham. What right had she to upset Miss Darcy when it was her brother who had cheated Wickham out of his livelihood?

She was thoroughly ashamed of herself. Once the coach was off she sat down on a log to make sense of her emotions. “I hope she doesn't inform Fitzwilliam of this! Fitzwilliam? When did he become Fitzwilliam to me?”

“Urrgh! Aggravating man! I cannot wait to leave this wretched place!” she cried aloud, jumping up and pacing about. “But why in the world would you care if he knew?” came the little voice that often balanced her thinking. “I don't know. I only know I don't wish him to think ill of me,” she murmured.

Chapter 5

“Is Georgiana not with you, Anne?” asked Darcy as he peered into the library where his cousin sat reading by the south facing window.

“No, Fitzwilliam, she is resting in her room. The morning did not go as planned, I'm afraid.”

“Good heavens, is she ill? What happened? Tell me quickly, Anne. Please!”

“Do not be so alarmed, Cousin. Georgiana says she is well and assures me that it is simply fatigue from yesterday's journey. We were walking about and conversing happily with Miss Bennet when she suddenly grew pale and dizzy. Nothing more. Once she was seated and had a sip of water her dizziness subsided. We came home straight away and she has been in her room ever since. Perhaps she has had a long nap. I didn't wish to disturb her.”

“I see,” said Darcy, somewhat relieved. “I shall look in on her. Excuse me.”

As he made his way up the stairs, three steps at time, his mind raced as to what could have marred this first meeting with Elizabeth. He had pinned all his hopes on the two women he loved most in the world forming a meaningful friendship. Perhaps Georgiana could soften Elizabeth's heart enough for him to have another chance with her.

Surely, Elizabeth did not reveal … no, impossible! Then what had upset Georgiana enough to force her into solitude? He knew his beloved sister so well. When the world overwhelmed her, she retreated. But why? What had gone wrong?

Georgiana lay curled up on the counterpane, watching the breeze play with the large leaves of the Sycamore just outside her window. She sat up slowly when she heard her brother's voice at the door.
“Sweetling, may I come in?”

“Yes, come in, Fitzwilliam, and do not fret, I am perfectly well.”

She allowed him to approach the bed and kiss her cheek, his eyes searching hers for the answers he sought. “Tell me, Georgie. Who has upset you so? And don't pretend that you are simply travel weary,” he said quickly, holding his fingers to her lips to prevent her from dissembling.

“No one has upset me. I assure you, Fitzwilliam. No one.”

“Something went wrong during that walk with Miss Bennet and Anne. I know it. Please tell me what it is. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding of some kind. Perhaps I can make sense of it for you.”

Georgiana could not admit that the mere mention of Wickham's name had made her physically ill. She wanted to believe that she had become emotionally stronger - more capable of controlling her reactions to such feelings.. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was to give Fitzwilliam another reason to worry about her. But the conversation with Miss Bennet had also revealed something equally disturbing and on that subject she was not prepared to be silent.

“Why are you so anxious to know what occurred during our outing, Fitzwilliam? It doesn't make sense to me. I am certain your anxiety has nothing to do with Anne, so it must concern Miss Bennet. My companions did nothing to upset me, Fitzwilliam. But you have! And you talk to me of dissembling,” she said accusingly.

He grew pale.

“Our morning started out beautifully. Miss Bennet was genuinely kind and complimentary. But to my surprise, she already knew a great deal about me from the Bingleys and from you. I, on the other hand, had never heard her name mentioned before my arrival yesterday. Why is that? Why did you keep her out of your letters, Fitzwilliam? You entertained me with tales of Sir William Lucas, Mr. Collins, members of the regiment and every other person who amused you during your stay at Hertfordshire. But there was not one word about a clever and witty young woman with whom you spent three days at Netherfield Park.” Georgiana paused and looked directly into her brother's eyes. “ She must mean a great deal to you, Fitzwilliam.” she said matter of factly.

Darcy winced. He had been caught, to be sure, but he would not make things worse by lying to her … nor would he tell all.

“Do not be hurt, Georgie. I thought it best to suppress my feelings for her as there was no future in it for either of us. The union would be insupportable. And why should you be encouraged to think that I had found the sister you long for when such a marriage was impossible. Miss Bennet is witty and clever,” he repeated softly, “ and sweet, and intelligent, and beautiful ….” he stopped, mid-sentence, his eyes staring out into the distance. When he returned to the present he placed his hand on Georgiana's shoulder and squeezed it. “She comes from a different world, Georgie. The family would never accept her, and I must think of my duty to Pemberley, to our family name and to you.”

“I have known her for only an hour, Fitzwilliam, and I would accept her in an instant. Elizabeth is a lady in the true sense of the word.”

“Yes, she is. She certainly is,” said Darcy softly. “Clearly, it was a mistake to bring you out here to meet her. I don't know what I was thinking. Miss Bennet was to leave Rosings several weeks ago, but when her plans changed I thought your being here would provide a distraction for me. I cannot deny that being in her company is difficult. I was being selfish.”

Georgiana looked at him quizzically and Darcy realized that his excuses were not ringing true. He needed to bring the entire conversation to an end. “Come, Georgie, forgive me, please, and let us both make the best of this awkward situation. By all means, enjoy Miss Bennet's company while you are here, and I shall try to finish up my work as quickly as possible. Then we shall return home to spend the summer together in leisure.”

Georgiana was skeptical, but said nothing. She simply put her arms around her brother and held him. The particulars of this sad situation were not yet clear to her, but she knew Fitzwilliam as well as she knew herself. He was truly suffering.

*****

The next morning Miss de Bourge and Miss Darcy came to the Parsonage once again, but at a much more reasonable hour. They came to personally deliver an invitation to Elizabeth for lunch and perhaps, some musical amusements afterwards. Miss Darcy had hastily packed some beautiful duets once Richard had informed her of a young lady staying nearby who was also musical.

“It is a lovely invitation, Anne, but I'm afraid I shall have to decline. I cannot go off and leave Mrs. Collins yet again. We have made our plans for the day in any case.”

“Oh no! Heavens no! How thoughtless of me,” cried Anne. “Of course Mrs. Collins should come as well. I didn't mean to separate you from your friend. What a lovely party we shall make all together, don't you think?” In Anne's mind, the problem had been solved and she waited for Elizabeth's positive response.

“No Anne, it not so simple. I don't believe her Ladyship would extend a personal invitation to the Vicar's wife unless it concerned church business, do you ? Has your Mama ever invited Charlotte to dine without Mr. Collins?”

“Well, no...”

“Lady Catherine would probably accept the idea of my coming for lunch, given that Miss Darcy would like to play duets together, and perhaps, even understand that Mrs. Collins could not be left out, but.... only because you both wish it, Anne. Under normal circumstances Charlotte would never receive such an invitation again, and that would be hurtful. It is best to forget about the luncheon. Perhaps I can find some time tomorrow to play duets with you, Miss Darcy. We can all meet in Mrs. Jenkinson's room.” Elizabeth laughed, knowing full well that Miss Darcy would never be allowed in that part of the house.

“Will we see you tonight then?” asked Miss Darcy, hoping to observe Miss Bennet in her brother's company.

“No, Miss Darcy. We have not been summoned. And I do understand her Ladyship's desire to be alone with her family. After all, I believe an extended visit such as this does not occur often. I shall make every effort to make time for us to be together tomorrow.”

*****

Over the next few days, Georgiana, Elizabeth and Anne enjoyed playing, singing and laughing together for an hour or two each afternoon. Their conversations led in all sorts of directions, enabling the ladies to get to know one another more intimately and to further strengthen their friendship. Anne kept a mental note of the number of happy days that would soon be coming to an end and wondered how she would ever endure the loneliness that then awaited her.

“Have Mr. and Mrs. Collins received an invitation to dine this evening, Elizabeth?” asked Anne, hopefully.

“No, they have not. You know her Ladyship is most content with the guests she already has at Rosings.”

“Yes, but there is a very compelling reason for us all to be together, if not tonight, then tomorrow night. I know both Richard and Fitzwilliam would love to hear the duets you and Georgiana have been preparing. And Mama would not refuse the gentlemen if they petitioned her for a concert. Georgiana and I shall speak to them this evening.” She looked to her cousin for approval.

Georgiana was anxious to finally see her brother and Elizabeth together. Did Miss Bennet reciprocate her brother's feelings? Was she disappointed that he did not show her more particular attention ... or did she already understand the reasons for his coldness?

Darcy, on the other hand, was dreading any meeting with Elizabeth in the company of his sister. “Lies will always out,” he thought, angrily. Having told Georgie the reasons for his rejection of Elizabeth, he could hardly continue to pursue her. And how would Elizabeth feel if he suddenly ignored her completely? No, that would never do! He would not, could not, injure her! They had somehow settled into a more mellow place on these evenings at Rosings and it had encouraged him. Now, instead of Georgiana being his go between, as he had hoped, her presence would keep them apart. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” What had he done? He was his own worst enemy!

On his return to Rosings that evening he was greeted with a letter from London. He recognized the hand immediately. Charles was returning the long and painful missive he had written two weeks earlier. Did he dare open it? Did he really want to know what Charles felt after learning of his sisters' conspiracy and his own interference? Had he lost a good friend forever? Darcy waited until he was in the privacy of his own bedchamber. He sat down heavily at the ornate desk and tore the seal. “There are always consequences to one's behavior,” he murmured to himself. “You're about to get your comeuppance.

To his great surprise, the letter's mood was almost giddy. Charles was elated and could barely form a cohesive sentence. In short, he had been very angry at first, but knowing that Miss Bennet was still in town, did not waste a moment on bitterness. He went to see her immediately and begged her forgiveness. Now, after ten days of intense courting, his precious Jane had accepted him. He was overjoyed! He actually thanked Darcy for having had the courage to tell him the truth.

Darcy sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. This was such good news! He was immensely happy for Charles and Miss Bennet, and very grateful that his friendship was still in tact. At least on this subject he could now breathe easy.

He was so very tired, and had been since Elizabeth's painful rejection. His depression, his inability to sleep, the brutal periods of self recrimination and loathing, his anxiety over Rosing's estate troubles and the never ending undercurrent of worry concerning Georgiana had taken its toll. He was exhausted. Weary in body and spirit. How he wished he could have a tray sent up instead of going down to dinner. He breathed in deeply and allowed his mind wonder, but then sat up abruptly and smiled!

His biggest fear, these last few weeks, had been that once Elizabeth was gone from Huntsford he might never see her again. Now he realized that Charles's letter had changed all that! How quickly life could be altered! He would now have the time and the opportunity to show Elizabeth that he could be a man worthy of her love and admiration.. The next few days would not necessarily determine his future happiness. He had been given a reprieve. He still had a chance!

Chapter 6

Elizabeth had received her letter from Jane on her return from Rosings. She was fearful as to what it might contain. Jane had sounded so dejected in her last few letters that Elizabeth found them difficult to read. How she wished she could be there to be of comfort to her sister. She took a deep breath to prepare herself and began to read.

“Good G-d, could it be true? Elizabeth could not devour the words quickly enough. Her eyes scanned the letter to get to the words she needed to see. And there they were in black and white! “I have accepted him and we are now engaged! Oh, Lizzy, I do love him so! He has left for Longbourne this morning to speak to Papa. I cannot wait for you to come to London. Dare we shop for wedding clothes without Mama?” At this point Elizabeth lay the letter on her lap, covered her eyes with her hands and wept. She would later go back to the letter again and again, each time, savoring every word.

*****

Georgiana Darcy watched her brother struggle and was utterly confused by his behavior. One moment he was edging his way towards Miss Bennet with a penetrating look – as if searching her face for an answer to some query, and in the next he was heading toward the Port decanter or the open French doors. He repeated this strange dance several times until finally, looking defeated, he seated himself as far away from the assembled party as possible.

Georgiana came to sit beside him and whispered, “Fitzwilliam, what on earth are you doing?”

“Come out on the balcony with me for a moment, Georgie.” he said, taking her hand and leading her outside. They stood together looking out at the magnificent vista.

Georgiana waited, her eyes wide. “Well … ?”

“There is much, concerning Hertfordshire, that I have not yet told you, Sweetling,” he said quickly, in a hushed voice. “But the long and the short of it is that Charles Bingley fell in love with Miss Bennet's sister Jane and has recently secured her hand. The letter came this afternoon. I imagine Miss Bennet received a similar letter, but I cannot be sure of it. If she has received the news, I would like to congratulate her, but if not ...”

“I do not see the problem, Fitzwilliam,” laughed Georgiana. “Wait a day or two and see if she brings it up herself.”

How could he tell his sister that he selfishly needed to know if Elizabeth suspected his involvement. He deserved no credit for the happy resolution, but wished her to know he was trying to set things right. Could she, in time, find it in her heart to strike this painful affair off his list of offenses?

He did not have long to wait.

“Darcy, come here. Come inside!” shouted Lady Catherine's in a shrill and demanding voice. “Have you heard this scandalous news?

“Good heavens, Aunt. What is wrong?” asked Darcy. “What news do you speak of.”

“Mr. Collins has just informed me that your friend, Mr. Charles Bingley, has engaged himself to a young lady of questionable birth and undesirable connections.” She looked directly at Elizabeth and resumed her tirade. “It is a most unsuitable match, given all the effort you have made to bring him into better society. His actions will certainly reflect on you. You shall have to give up the connection immediately before he taints the Darcy name, Fitzwilliam. It is most shocking. I have never understood your acceptance of the man in any case. His wealth comes from trade, does it not? What could you possibly have in common?”

“As it happens, we have a great in deal in common, your Ladyship, including the profound respect and admiration for the young lady involved. I shall never give up such a significant and long standing friendship.”

Georgiana cast an anxious glance at Elizabeth whose countenance was one of painfully restrained rage, her lips trembling, her fists clenched at her side.

“Lady Catherine, surely you must find it degrading to have me at your table. I shall cause you no further embarrassment.” She turned to go, but stopped suddenly and asked, “How is it that you came by this information, Mr. Collins?” She glared at him with utter revulsion.

“I … I overheard you telling Mrs. Collins …”

Darcy angrily stepped forward to accost Mr. Collins. “And you felt it was your place to share the happy news with all the world, I suppose! Perhaps Miss Bennet wanted to announce it at dinner herself and offer a toast to the happy couple.” He was seething.

“Indeed,” said Collins, straightening in an attempt to maintain his dignity. “I thought it was my duty to inform Lady Catherine so that she may use her influence to … “

“To do what? To meanly insert herself into the affairs of two young people wholly unknown to her?”

He quickly looked to Elizabeth and fell silent. He was now enraged with others for something he had done himself. How must it look to her? She could now add hypocrite to his long list of faults.

“May I walk you back to the Parsonage, Miss Bennet? It is getting dark.”

“Thank you, but no, Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Collins and I shall walk back together. Charlotte?”

Charlotte did not dare look at her husband and knew she would be hearing about this betrayal for years to come. Nevertheless, she followed Elizabeth out the door.

Darcy made his way to where Georgiana and Anne stood holding each other with tears in their eyes. The angry scene had frightened them terribly.

“You will forgive me if I retire, Georgie. You must both be very disappointed, but obviously this concert was not meant to be. Good night.”

*****

“Agnes, would you be so kind as to deliver these to the big house after I am gone?” said Elizabeth, handing the letters to the maid before returning to her packing. She could not bear to stay in this house another moment! She felt rather badly for leaving Charlotte to sort out this dreadful situation with Lady Catherine. Her well intentioned visit had not been a benefit to her friend at all, but she reminded herself that she had had the good sense to refuse Mr. Collins and poor, naive Charlotte had not. There was nothing she could now do.

Charlotte had come upstairs to help Elizabeth down with her things. She hesitated at the open door, knowing that this would be a very difficult good-bye. Elizabeth would certainly never enter her house again. And her own visits to Hertfordshire would be few and of short duration.

“Lizzy, don't go so early. The Post only leaves at noon and you will sit there on your own for such a long time. Come down and have some breakfast. It will do you good.”

“No Charlotte, forgive me, but I must away. The longer I stay, the harder it will be to say good-bye. Come let me embrace you. I didn't mean to cause you so much grief, Charlotte, truly.”

“None of this is your fault, Lizzy. You know that! It is I who am sorry your visit was spoiled by … all the goings on.” She did not know how else to say it. “We may not see each other for some time, I fear. Will you still write to me, dear friend? I will instruct the postman to deliver mail from Hertfordshire into my hands alone and I will burn them after I read them. I promise you that Mr. Collins will not set eyes on them.”

Elizabeth let out a small, sarcastic chuckle. “I do not know how much control you will have over the matter, but I will write to you, Charlotte. Now please, let me go before anyone else becomes aware of my plans.”

“Agnes's brother is already waiting for you behind the garden shed. His small cart will not be comfortable, but the ride should not take long. I will send him up the back stairs for your trunk. Now give me one last hug before my emotions get the better of me!”

*****

Agnes had carefully stored Elizabeth's letters in the large pocket of her apron and continued to busy herself with getting the breakfast things on the table. When she heard the back door of the kitchen open she ran to see who was there. It was unusual to have anyone come at this early hour. It was only Ned, the young son of Rosing's cook.

“Mama wants to know if you have any allspice to lend. She's out.”

“Your Mama is in luck. I just brought some home from the market in Huntsford yesterday,” said Agnes She wrapped up a few teaspoons of the precious spice and noticed the boy eyeing the sweet rolls on the serving platter. “One good turn deserves another, does it not, Ned?” she said, chuckling. “I'll trade you a roll for an important delivery to Mr. Everett at the big house. Agreed?” The lad nodded enthusiastically. He then took the letters that Agnes handed him, along with the spice and his sweet roll, and dashed out the door.

Mr. Everett, Rosings' butler, took the letters and quickly distributed them. One went to Miss Anne, one to Miss Darcy and one to Mr. Darcy. All three were busy washing up or dressing for the day, so he left the missives with their servants.

*****

Anne was patiently sitting at her dressing table as her maid finished arranging her hair. Her countenance reflected her mournful mood. Could things get any worse? She dreaded what the day might bring! After last night's ordeal, she wondered if she would ever be allowed to see Fitzwilliam and Georgiana again. Miss Elizabeth's precious friendship was certainly over. When the letter arrived, she opened it with much trepidation.

My Dear Anne,
By the time you read this note I will be on my way to London to join my sister. Sadly, I should have left Rosings weeks ago, had I only found the courage. Perhaps, it would have been better for all concerned. Last night's unpleasantness convinced me that I now have no choice. I know you were frightened and very distressed, but I assure you that the ugly things that were said last night will soon be forgotten. What will remain is the fact my dear sister will be married to a man she loves very much and who returns her love ten fold. Can any news be better than that?
Naturally, the loss of you friendship makes me heart sick. My stay at Huntsford was made so much more enjoyable by your sweetness and good humour. I beg you to remember
that your Mama, as difficult as she is, does love you, and needs you as much as you need her.
You are an adult with common sense and a very good heart. Stand up for yourself and let her know that you require her respect, as well as her affection. Why not start by insisting on piano lessons? You will do very well, I am sure. Remember you need not be a Mozart!
I will gladly write to you if you think my letters will get through. Write and let me know. I don't wish to make trouble for you.
With much affection,
Elizabeth

*****

Georgiana Darcy was still washing up when her maid told her of the letter. “Please leave it on my dressing table, Martha. I shall read it as soon as I'm able. Do you know who it is from?”

“It has no postmark, Miss. I believe it came from the Parsonage.”

Georgiana made no attempt to rinse off the remaining lather and stepped out of the tub as quickly as she could. Fetching her robe, she thrust her arms through the sleeves and wrapped it around herself. Martha was dumbfounded to see her standing by her dressing table in her bare feet, dripping on the carpet.

“Why did you not call me, Miss Darcy? I would have come to help you.”

“Thank you, Martha. But please leave me for now. I wish to read my letter in private.”

Grabbing two pillow and placing them against the headboard, she got back into bed and pulled back the wax seal.

Dear Miss Darcy - Georgiana – if I may,
It saddens me to have to leave you without a proper good-bye, but I am sure you understand that it must be so. I have truly enjoyed getting to know you and am most grateful for the time we spent together. You are a very fortunate young woman ... not because of your wealth and social standing, but because, at this very young age, you are well on your way to becoming an accomplished young lady. Your brother once recited a list of virtues and talents that defined his idea of an “accomplished woman” and I believe he was thinking of you. I know his devoted love and support has helped to shape you. You are indeed blessed.
Happily, this is not a final good-bye and I look forward to seeing you at the wedding of my sister and Mr. Bingley. Perhaps there will be an occasion for us to play our duets again. I wish you all the best until we meet again in Hertfordshire.
Yours,
Elizabeth


*****


Fitzwilliam Darcy had been up for hours. He was dressed for the road and his bags were packed. Sitting at his desk, he sipped his coffee while finalizing instructions for Rosings' land agent and steward. They would have to take responsibility for the issues left unresolved and the work left undone. He had also arranged for Colonel Fitzwilliam to stay another day or two to help Anne deal with the aftermath of his leaving so abruptly. He knew it would be a dreadfully painful and difficult time for Anne and felt guilty for abandoning her, but he was not staying under his aunt's roof another night.

He would have woken Georgiana earlier, but she had been so distraught for most of the night that he decided to give her another hour or so of rest. Two house maids had already been instructed to pack once she awoke. The groomsmen were preparing the carriage and saddling his horse. The kitchen was preparing a basket of food for the road, and would have it packed as soon as the carriage pulled up to the kitchen door. His long letter to Anne was safely tucked away in Mr. Everett's vest pocket.

Darcy sat back and closed his eyes. Was there anything he'd forgotten?

At that very moment his manservant knocked on the door. “Good heavens, what now?” he murmured to himself. “Come in.”

Dear Mr. Darcy,
After all that has passed between us, I did not wish to leave Huntsford without acknowledging your frequent defense and support of me at Rosings these past few weeks. I can only imagine what it must have cost you.
I am also not insensitive to the role you must have played in bringing Mr. Bingley and my sister back together again. It was a courageous thing to do and I thank you.
As we are sure to meet again very soon, it is my hope that neither of us will feel uneasy in each other's company.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth Bennet


*****

No sooner had Darcy finished the last line, when Georgiana and Anne came bursting through the door.

“Fitzwilliam, you must go after her! You must find her before she catches the Post. She cannot ride to London on her own!”

“Georgie, please slow down. Tell me how you know Miss Bennet is going to travel by Post unaccompanied. Even Mr. Collins would not allow her to do that.”

Anne thrust her letter into Darcy's hand and said, “I don't think she waited for her cousin to come down to breakfast. She must have left before anyone was up.”

“But who would take her there? She would need help getting to the station.” He read the first few lines of Anne's letter and realized that one or more of the servants must have been involved. No matter. It made no difference now. Time was of the essence.

“Georgie, go and fetch the few things you need for the road and meet me at the entrance of the kitchen door. Do it quickly.”

He turned, and placing his hands squarely on Anne's shoulders pulled her toward him. He firmly kissed her brow. “Anne, what can I say except that I am very sorry for what has happened. You know that you are always welcome at Pemberley.”

He gave his manservant his final instructions and flew out the door, taking the servants' corridor to the kitchen stairs. In less than five minutes the coach was off and he was riding before it towards the Post station.

Chapter 7

He spotted her sitting at a small table in the farthest corner from the door, sipping her tea. A book was in her hand despite the low light in that part of the room. When she saw him, her eyes widened and she brought the book to her lap.

“May I sit down, Miss Bennet?”

“Not if you are here to convince me to return to the Parsonage.”

“Not at all. I am here to offer you a ride to London.”

“I thank you, Mr. Darcy, but I have already bought my ticket.”

“That is not a problem, Miss Bennet. We can easily give it away.”

“Mr. Darcy, there is no need for you to be concerned. I am very capable of making my way to London on my own.”

“Of that I have no doubt, Miss Bennet. But Georgiana would be so grateful for your company. I tend to fall asleep when we ride together and she is then left with no one to talk to. It would make her very happy if you would accept.”

“Mr. Darcy,” said Elizabeth with an arched brow and a cheeky grin, “clearly, you lack practice in the subtle art of manipulation.”

“Perhaps, Miss Bennet, but you must know that Georgiana is anxious about your taking the Post on your own. She would rest easy with you by her side.” He paused, then added, “as would I.”

“Well … I would not wish to make Miss Darcy unhappy,” she laughed. “I suppose I can sacrifice my adventure for her sake.” She smiled broadly at him as he offered his arm and asked as to the location of her belongings. Having secured her trunk and baggage, he helped her into the carriage, then closed the carriage door.

“Are you not joining us, Mr. Darcy?”

“No, Miss Bennet. I believe that you and my sister will enjoy your time together more in private. But rest assured that I will not be but a few feet away. He tipped his hat and mounted his horse.

*****

“I am so pleased, and quite honestly, relieved that you agreed to ride with us, Miss Bennet. I would not like to think of you alone on a Post coach.”

“I would not have been as comfortable or had your sweet company, Georgiana, but I'm sure it would have been safe enough,” replied Elizabeth.

“Perhaps,” replied Georgiana, not quite convinced, but she did not wish to contradict Elizabeth.

“I wanted you to know that I was mortified by my aunt's behavior last night. I have always felt that she is a little too hard on me, but I never dreamed she could be so... I can't imagine what you must have felt when you returned to the Parsonage. Please allow me to apologize for myself, for my brother, the Colonel and Anne. We were all so ashamed.”

Elizabeth grasped Georgiana's hand and pressed it. “There is no reason for you to feel ashamed or to apologize for anything that you have not done! Your aunt has very old-fashioned ideas, which is understandable, given the time in which she was brought up. But it is remarkable that at her age she has not yet learned the meaning of civility.” Elizabeth chuckled, “She is, however, very quick to remind others of their manners.”

Elizabeth's easy going attitude allowed Georgiana to breathe a bit easier. This charming and intelligent woman made it so easy to be in her company. There was no artifice, no pretense. Georgiana returned Elizabeth's smile and thought what a perfect wife she would make for her brother.

They rode in silence for a while, then chatted about ordinary things and enjoyed being each other's company. After about an hour, Darcy instructed the driver to stop alongside a small, but picturesque field of wild flowers. There, they laid out the carriage rugs and sat down to enjoy some of the fine food prepared by Rosings' cook.

“I'm starving!” declared Darcy, practically diving into the basket. The ladies giggled, but were equally eager to partake of its contents. “You may laugh, Georgiana, but I did not have any dinner last night and only a cup of coffee this morning,” he said defensively, then laughed at himself, good naturedly. “But you are right, I should slow down and conduct myself properly.” Georgiana breathed deeply, with obvious pleasure. It was so good to see Fitzwilliam at ease for a change. It had been a long time since she had seen this side of him.

When they were once again settled in the carriage, Georgiana suddenly turned mysteriously quiet.

“Is everything all right, Georgiana? You seem distressed.”

“I am perfectly well, Elizabeth. But there is a very serious matter that I wish to discuss with you and I don't know how to begin.”

“Start at the beginning then.”

“Before I do, I'd like to ask how well you know George Wickham and what you think of him. It is an impertinent question, I know, but it is important.”

Elizabeth's heart stopped beating for a moment. “Good heavens! She is still upset about my mention of Wickham! Why on earth did I need to bring him into the conversation?”

“My sisters and I met him in Meriton, along with other members of the regiment and found him very pleasant and easy to talk to. He told me that his father had been the steward on your estate and that he had grown up playing with your brother. He had wonderful things to say about your father.” Elizabeth did not know how to proceed. “To be honest, Georgiana, I thought him quite charming.”

“That is precisely what I thought,” said Georgiana, “and that is why I must relate my own personal history concerning Wickham to you, Elizabeth. You may not wish to believe me, but I give you my word that all I am about to say is true.” She leaned back for a moment and took a deep breath before starting again.

“Wickham did grow up at Pemberley. My father admired and trusted old Mr. Wickham, and when Mrs. Wickham died he understood, only too well, how difficult it was to bring up a boy without a mother. He therefore included George in many of our family activities and was very kind to him. I think George mistook my father's kindness for true fatherly affection and began to see himself as one of the family. But he was a very defiant and mischievous child. He enjoyed testing the limits my father set for all of us and didn't mind getting into a little trouble … first, because he could easily charm his way out of it and second, because he was always successful in blaming the deed on Fitzwilliam. I cannot tell you how many whippings my brother received for things that Wickham had done.”

Elizabeth grew cold and pale as she listened. Georgiana had been right, she didn't want to hear it or believe it, but she knew, deep down, it was the truth.

“George paid little attention to me when Fitzwilliam was away at school, but as soon as he returned, he made my brother believe that we had grown very close. He insisted on spending a great deal of time with me, his aim being to make Fitzwilliam envious of our relationship. He did the same with my father, telling Fitzwilliam that our father loved him best.”

“When my father died, Wickham was to get the living in our small parish, and as soon as it became available Fitzwilliam offered it to him. But Wickham scoffed at the idea. He said he would go out of his mind writing sermons for a living. Instead, he wanted three thousand pounds to pursue a degree in the law. Fitzwillam obliged him and thought it would be the last we would see of him. But Wickham had no intention of studying the law and, in a very short period of time, had squandered the money. When he came back insisting on more, Fitzwilliam refused him. Wickham was furious and then planned his revenge on my brother through me.”

Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears. She dreaded hearing what would come next. Remembering all of Wickham's malicious stories, told with such sincerity, made her ill. And she had believed every word! She had wanted to believe him, for his tales supported her prejudiced view of Darcy. Even Jane had questioned the validity of Wickham's assertions, but her own mind had been made up.

“When I was fifteen I spent part of the summer with my companion at Ramsgate. Fitzwilliam was engaged in some business dealings at the time. Wickham came to Ramsgate as well and made me believe that our paths had crossed again quite by accident. He asked to spend time with me and as my companion saw no harm in it, we met almost daily. I was flattered by his attentions and began to believe that he truly loved me. Sadly, I was so naive that I believed myself in love with him! He persuaded me to run away to Scotland and elope.”

Elizabeth gasped. “Georgiana, you need not tell me everything. It must pain you so to speak of it! I am very sorry that I brought up his name the day we met. I should never have …”

“No, Elizabeth, no! Had you not let me know that you were acquainted with him, I would not have known to warn you!” Georgiana handed Elizabeth her handkerchief and continued. “A day before we were to leave for Scotland, Fitzwilliam traveled down to see me – quite by chance. I could not bare to deceive him and told him of our plans. Wickham then showed his true nature and his true feelings for me. He demanded a great deal of money to keep the whole affair secret, but showed not an ounce of regret for having to part with me. I was devastated, and of course, terribly humiliated! The whole scheme had been to avenge my poor brother. Had Fitzwilliam not arrived in time I would have brought such shame and scandal upon my entire family … and ruined my own reputation forever! And all for a bit of flattery. So you see, Elizabeth, I had to warn you of this man's devious and immoral character. Fitzwilliam has never made these facts known to anyone, except the Colonel, of course, for the sake of my reputation. And he must never ever know that I confided in you. Please promise me you will keep this secret.”

“Of course I will, Georgiana. You may well have saved me from a similar fate had I gone home and continued my acquaintance with him. Thank you, my sweet, wonderful friend. Thank you!” They embraced for a moment, then sat back and retreated into their own thoughts.

Georgiana felt completely drained after having recounted her humiliating tale to Elizabeth, and her body longed for sleep. When her lids became heavy and she started to doze, Elizabeth eased her friend's head down onto her lap, lifted her legs onto the seat and held her fast.

From his vantage point in the saddle, Darcy watched the scene in utter amazement. Elizabeth looked out the window and met his steady gaze. What she saw was a look filled with such tender affection that her heart leapt in her chest.. She could not help but return it.

Leaning back against the cushions Elizabeth now had time to reflect on all that had occurred since her arrival at Rosings. She chuckled to herself as she realized that there was no longer a need to sketch Mr. Darcy's character. The last piece of the puzzle had been found. She had been wrong about everything concerning Fitzwilliam Darcy, and all because he had insulted her at their very first meeting. To be sure, he had behaved in a haughty, conceited and arrogant manner. But she now understood his shyness, his reluctance to engage with strangers. For all his wealth and station, Darcy had been robbed of his trusting, open nature, thanks to his experiences with George Wickham. It was not easy for him to trust anyone he did not already know. “ I have not the talent some have in conversing easily with strangers.”

The more she learned about him, the clearer it became that at his core, he was a very good man. His efforts on his aunt's behalf at Rosings had shown him to be a fair and empathic master. His family ties were strong and he took his responsibilities very seriously. She had never known a brother more devoted and loving. He had also proven himself to be a generous and loyal friend. Not many men would have had the strength of character to admit their misdeeds and take steps to correct them. And perhaps, most important of all, was the fact that he still cared for her, despite the way she had rejected him. 'True love does not alter when it alteration finds ......” She knew he still wanted her. She felt enveloped by his love.

Her own feelings for him had developed so gradually that she could not pinpoint when they had started to change. In the weeks that followed the proposal, she had slowly come to respect him. She could not help but admire his controlled reserve, on the one hand, and his willingness to speak out and act, on the other. Watching the way he treated Anne and Georgiana truly touched her heart. Her realization that he was, perhaps, one of the best men she had ever met, had only been tempered by Wickham's stories. How could she reconcile these conflicting accounts of him? But now, this last obstacle had been removed and she could allow herself to love him.

She watched him riding alongside the coach until she caught his eye again, then bestowed a broad smile and a loving gaze that pierced his mind and heart. He didn't exactly know what had changed, but the message Elizabeth was sending him was clear. He breathed deeply and smiled back at her contentedly.

*****

When they reached Gracechurch Street Georgiana was still asleep. Elizabeth folded one of the carriage rugs and gently slipped it under her head so that she could rise from her seat without waking her. Darcy helped her down from the coach with his right hand, then took the other in his left. He held them fast and close to his heart as he spoke.

“Miss Bennet, I was hoping to come to Hertfordshire a week or two before the wedding to be of what service I can to the groom. Would I be welcome at Longbourne, do you think? I did not make a very good impression on your mother in November, I'm afraid.” He grinned.

Elizabeth loved seeing the smile that had so rarely graced Darcy's face of late. His cleft chin wrinkled in the most charming way and made him all the more handsome!

“Be assured that you will be most welcome, Mr. Darcy. I shall await your visit with pleasure,” said Elizabeth. “And you needn't worry about my mother, Sir ---- her memory is not always accurate and can be quick to change. Will you be bringing your sister, as well?” asked Elizabeth.

“I don't think she will allow me to travel to Hertfordshire without her. She values your friendship so dearly, Miss Bennet.”

“As I do her's, Mr. Darcy. Won't you and Miss Darcy come upstairs to meet my aunt and uncle? They will want to thank you for your kindness in bringing me safely to their door ... as will Jane.”

“I think it would be best to arrange a visit for tomorrow, Miss Bennet. I am grimy from the road, not fit to be seen or to sit in your family's parlor. May Georgiana and I call in the afternoon, around three, perhaps?”

“That would be an excellent time, Sir.” Once again, she gave him her warmest smile and tenderest gaze.

“How I have longed for you to look at me that way, my sweetest, loveliest Elizabeth?” thought Darcy. He brought both her hands to his lips and kissed them before letting them go.

CHAPTER 8

At precisely three o'clock the next day there was a knock on the Gardener's door. Elizabeth opened it herself and was momentarily taken aback … for it was not Fitzwilliam and Georgiana, but Charles Bingley.

“Oh, this is indeed a wonderful surprise!” said Bingley, stepping inside and reaching for Elizabeth's hand. “I know it is too early to call you sister, Miss Elizabeth, but I so look forward to that day. One could not wish for a more perfect sister!”

Bingley tried to keep his focus on Elizabeth but his eyes wandered about the foyer for a glimpse of his beloved Jane. He was soon rewarded by her smiling face and blushing cheeks. He extended his hands to grasp hers and announced excitedly, “Your papa gave his consent and your mama is all in a tither, I'm afraid. I believe she will be descending upon Cheapside within a day or two, my love.”

The happy reunion was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of the Darcys just in the open doorway. It was an awkward, first moment, for despite the tone of his friend's letter, Darcy was not entirely certain that Charles had forgiven him. The two men looked squarely at one another for a long moment, before Charles Bingley came forward to embrace his friend. No painful memories today. He was much to happy and much too thankful for his good fortune!

There were hearty handshakes, embraces and congratulations all around and Georgiana was quickly introduced to Jane Bennet.

“What a very beautiful bride you will be, Miss Bennet!” exclaimed Miss Darcy. “Your smile lights up the entire room already.”

“You exaggerate Miss Darcy, but thank you,” blushed Jane. “ I am very happy, it is true.”

Elizabeth's eyes smiled at Darcy as she invited everyone into the parlor. “I shall let the Gardeners know that you have all arrived.” she said, excusing herself when everyone was seated. “But don't reveal anything of significance before I return!”

After nearly an hour of sharing bits of news, anecdotes of the engagement, and the stories of Huntsford that could be told, Darcy asserted himself in order to find some time alone with Elizabeth. So much had changed and yet nothing had actually been put into words. He was desperate for the affirmation of his assumptions. Although he felt it was too soon to risk another proposal, he had actually tucked his mother's engagement ring into his vest pocket.

“It is such a fine day,” he began, “would not a walk in Monument Park be pleasant? We can take the children with us, Mrs. Gardener, if you allow it.”

Elizabeth was the first to rise from her chair. “I've been eager to walk about a bit. Too many hours of sitting in that carriage yesterday. What do you say Jane. Shall we all go?”

There was no need for a verbal reply, as everyone rose, gathered their hats and gloves and were ready to head out immediately. Mrs. Gardener lectured her children concerning their behavior and happily sent them on their way.

It did not take long for the couples to separate themselves a bit, and Georgiana was delighted to be pulled along by the children towards the duck pond. They had brought their sailboats, a ball and a jump rope, but they were far more interested in the pretty young lady who was eager to listen to their stories and answer their many, many questions.

Darcy deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the engaged couple to walk ahead of them. There was no need for anyone to observe them while in private conversation. Body language revealed so much. But for the moment, it mattered not. They strolled along in silence, each with their own, anxious thoughts. It was Elizabeth who broke the silence.

“Mr. Darcy, I can go no longer without apologizing to you for the inexcusable accusations I made concerning your treatment of Mr. Wickham. I was prejudiced and arrogant and ….”

Darcy's shock was palpable. He stopped walking and turned to face her. “Miss Bennet, if anyone needs to apologize for what was said that dreadful day, it is I! You had good reason to think me selfish, arrogant and even mean spirited, perhaps. I showed you no other side of me.” Then more softly, he added, “Perhaps there was none.”

“I will not deny that I felt quite humiliated, sitting there, listening to you pass judgement on my suitability as your wife. But you are a sensible man, Mr. Darcy, and I, believing myself to be a sensible woman, acknowledge that what you said was true. It is as true today as it was then.”

Darcy breath caught in his throat. “Dear G-d, what is she saying? Does she now believe us ill suited? ”

“Clearly it was very wrong of you to interfere in my sister's relationship with Mr. Bingley,” continued Elizabeth, “ but it was equally wrong of me to believe every nasty bit of gossip concerning you. Of course, I did not know that Wickham's tales were malicious inventions at the time, but I was so eager to be justified in my dislike of you.”

Darcy tried once again to stop her from continuing. He had no idea where this conversation was heading, but he would not allow Wickham to have a part in it. “Elizabeth , please!,” he said in an impassioned tone, a bit louder than he had intended. She placed her hand on his sleeve but would not be silenced.

“While we were still at Rosings, I received a letter from Jane informing me of Mr. Wickham's engagement to a Miss King, a wealthy young lady, relatively new to the neighborhood. My sister wished to protect my feelings, as she believed I was developing an attachment to Mr. Wickham.”

Darcy stopped breathing.

“I will admit that I thought him rather charming and easy to talk to before I left for Huntsford, but I honestly didn't think of him at all whilst I was away – except for that evening, of course. And when I learned of his engagement, I felt nothing, nothing at all.”

“Is she saying that to spare me?” thought Darcy, “Good heavens, how shall I bare loosing her to HIM!”

“Then, last night, after everyone had gone to bed, Jane showed me a letter from our Aunt Phillips, telling her that the engagement had been broken off by Miss King's uncle and guardian. It seems that Wickham had accumulated large debts from merchants all around Merriton and the surrounding villages, but was now nowhere to be found. When the magistrates of these villages came to Colonel Foster inquiring after his whereabouts, they were told that Wickham had requested a transfer to another regiment. It has been confirmed that he has used this tactic time and time again. Even more shocking is the fact that the daughters of several merchants have claimed to have an understanding with Wickham and were devastated to learn that they were one of many.” Here, Elizabeth stopped to take a breathe and gauge Darcy's reaction to her words. His face was frozen and unreadable.

“So you see, Mr. Darcy, it is only the news of these terrible incidents that have forced me to hold a mirror up to my own face. Even believing his slanderous tales, it was not my place to accuse you of anything. I had no proof of his assertions. And now, learning of his true character, his thoroughly untrustworthy nature, I am certain his stories were fictions created to turn me further against you. But then again, that was what I wanted, and it seems he knew it.”

Elizabeth was suddenly dreadfully worried. How was Fitzwilliam taking all this painful information? She had even shocked herself as the words came spilling from her mouth. Yet once she had started, she could not stop. She had only meant to tell him that she knew Wickham for the scoundrel that he was, without breaking her word to Georgiana. And miraculously, Aunt Phillips's letter had come just in time.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of their feelings, they resumed their walk in silence. Darcy's countenance was difficult to read. Sadness, confusion and anger crossed his face in waves. But then, as they continued down the path, he took her hand in his. They strolled along wordlessly for quite some time.

“I am much relieved to know that you see Wickham for who he is, Elizabeth. But I am truly ashamed for not having warned you against him myself. I knew it was my moral obligation to do so, but more importantly, I wanted to protect you from him. Yet each time I tried to tell you, I could not get the words out..... I was afraid you might not take my word against his and didn't want to give you another reason to think meanly of me. Forgive me, Elizabeth. You should have learned of it from me.”

Her fingers tightened against the palm that still held hers. “What a sad and tiresome pair we make, Fitzwilliam. Here I thought we were out for a pleasant walk. Instead, we have nothing but apologies to offer one another.”

“That is not true, Elizabeth,” said Darcy turning to face her. “ I have a great deal more to offer.” He paused to search her precious face for encouragement and received it in a countenance full of love and eager anticipation. “But tell me, do you fear the obstacles you eluded to earlier. Do you think it fool hearty for us to ...”

“We both know that your family will not approve, Fitzwilliam. Nor could I blame them. And you may lose some friends and acquaintances – even business associates, perhaps. We must be clear headed and sensible.”

“Is it sensible to spend the rest of one's life with a partner you do not love or may even despise, to increase your fortune or social standing? Is it sensible to live separate lives, to share a bed only until an heir is born, to seek affection and even companionship outside your marriage for the sake of family honor? I think not, Elizabeth. I see all too many men who live such lives at my club. I do not wish to be one of them.”

Elizabeth's eyes were brimming with tears. She took both his hands in hers and whispered, “ So then, Mr. Darcy, will you allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you?”

His heart had been racing throughout the entire conversation and now seemed to have stopped altogether. For an instant his eyes revealed the shock and confusion he felt, but he recovered quickly!

“Indeed I will allow it, Miss Bennet, but only if you promise to say those precious words each and every day of our lives together. Elizabeth, my love, “ he murmured, as he took her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her ardently, then softly, then more deeply and passionately again.

“How I love you, Elizabeth!,” he breathed between the kisses he now planted on her face. “But I need to hear the words,” he said, hurriedly taking the ring from his vest pocket. “Miss Elizabeth Bennet, will you have me? Please, I beg you,” he whispered nervously.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him softly. “Of course, I will, Mr. Darcy. I do love you so!”

***

Georgiana Darcy had been frequently glancing towards the path that her brother and Miss Bennet had taken more than an hour ago. When she spotted them, she observed them closely though she could not yet make out their faces. But their body language spoke volumes and she jumped up from the bench to announce, “They are engaged! I know it! I can tell!

“Yes, you are right, Georgiana! I can see it as well,” laughed Jane. “Oh, but do come sit down and pretend we suspect nothing. They must have the pleasure of sharing their good news with us themselves. I wonder,” said Jane, after a few thoughtful moments, “if Mr. Darcy would be amenable to a double wedding.”