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Prologue – Hertfordshire Nov 1817

Posted on 2011-03-23

The weather turned cold as the carriage rocked its way towards Town. The hope of an extended autumn drifted away with each gale of biting wind. This change did not affect Darcy; in fact, he felt that this was more fitting given that all hope of future happiness was gone from his life. A future devoid of love…how can he bear to live without her?

Chapter 1 – London, Darcy House, August 1817

Darcy sat in his study with a distant look upon his face. What could be done to assist Georgiana? Her spirits had been down since her return and, although he would attempt to draw her out with a night at the theatre or a day filled with shopping, she inevitably slipped back into her shell. It was as though a shadow had been cast over her that could not be shaken. Even now, as she sat in the drawing room with Caroline Bingley, barely a smile could be seen. Darcy felt that Caroline, with her strong personality and knowledge of the Ton, might help provide Georgiana with a bit of confidence. Unfortunately, Georgiana seemed to sink under the weight of her insecurities whenever her friends came to call. Perhaps Richard would be able to provide some suggestions? As Georgiana's co-guardian, Richard loved her completely and would want to know if she was making progress after the disaster at Ramsgate. Yes, he would write a letter to Richard and explain the situation and ask for advice.

Darcy was interrupted from completing his letter by an insistent knock upon his study door.

"Enter", he said and immediately his housekeeper stepped in to explain that the groundskeeper had completed the additions to the courtyard. The new fountain had been delivered and the delivery company was waiting for Darcy's approval before leaving. Darcy left at once; the abandoned letter could be completed when he returned.

Georgiana was going to be sick. Although she appreciated the effort that Caroline put forth to further their friendship, the tall opinionated redhead terrified her. Was no one safe from her censure? Caroline covered any and all gossip she acquired since their last meeting within the first 15 minutes of calling. The remaining time was spent giving her own insights and opinions on each juicy morsel of gossip. The poor creatures being discussed were more often than not supposed 'friends' of Caroline's. Georgiana was not so naïve as to believe that she would be excluded from Caroline's discussion on her next call. With every nasty comment that Caroline made regarding someone's small lapse of judgment or even silly action, Georgiana could not help but feel the weight of her own downfall. How lucky she was that her dear brother arrived in time! She must be even more aware of her conduct now to do nothing further that might bring shame upon her family name. What would become of Fitzwilliam if her downfall were discovered? This thought brought her back to the present conversation and the expectant look upon Caroline's face.

'Well, Georgiana dear, what did you think?'

'Oh, I beg your pardon Miss Bingley, could you repeat your question?'

'Of course, I was just asking your thoughts on the book that I loaned you.'

'Ah yes, I found it quite enjoyable. In fact, I am ready to return it to you now. I believe it is either in my bedchamber or the study. If you would excuse me a moment, I will check my room for it now. Unfortunately, my brother is working in the study and I would rather not interrupt him at this time. Pardon me.'

Ah, so Mr. Darcy is hard at work in the study? Caroline thought. This is the perfect opportunity to see him again. Certainly he would welcome the distraction of a beautiful woman. She had been working towards one goal since she met the illustrious master of Pemberly 10 years ago…to become his wife. Given the friendship between her brother Charles and Mr. Darcy, they were already thrown into each other's company continually. He was a single gentleman of wealth and she was a single woman with a large dowry. What was he waiting for?

Caroline approached the study with a smile gracing her face. After a tentative unanswered knock upon the door, she slipped quietly into the room. It was empty. What a wasted opportunity! She turned a critical eye to survey the room. There would be a great many changes made to the house when she was its mistress. As she strolled past the desk, an open letter caught her eye. Hmmm, it doesn't appear to be a letter of business. A quick glance couldn't hurt and might provide some information to further ingratiate herself with the writer. However, as she perused this private missile, a look of shock crossed her face. What! Ramsgate debacle…Georgiana…Wickham…elopement!!! As she processed what she just read, Caroline realized that this information would prove not just helpful but the key to obtaining her long-awaited prize! The smile that she wore as she returned to the drawing room was one of pure victory. Her only thought was 'He will be mine.'

Chapter 2

Darcy's best friend, Charles Bingley, had requested his assistance in reviewing the lease contract for the property Bingley had decided upon. Charles relied upon Darcy due to his superior knowledge in estate management. Theirs was a unique friendship; a mix of brother-like camaraderie but there was a distinct hint of hero-worship that developed back in their school days. As the elder classman, Darcy looked after Charles just as Darcy's cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam looked after him. Charles' jovial personality tempered Darcy's introverted ways.

Darcy always enjoyed spending the day with his light-hearted friend and looked forward to the distraction today since he had still been concerned with Georgiana's low spirits. She was spending the day with their aunt, Lady Matlock, so she would be well entertained.

"Ah Darcy, thank you so much for coming to my aid today. I'm afraid I have yet to develop your level of understanding in regards to estate contracts. Many thanks old chap" The relief and gratitude were apparent on Charles' face.

"Charles, think of it no more. I am only too pleased to assist."

"Now, we must join my sisters in the drawing room before they send the Bow Street runners after us! Caroline specifically requested that you join us for dinner and I hope that you will not disappoint us."

"Of course, Charles. Thank you for the invitation."

Although Bingley's sisters were everything that was amiable and pleasing during social functions, Darcy was cautious around them. Louisa was the eldest of the three siblings and was recently married to a man of great fashion yet small fortune. Mr. Hurst was respectable enough though his interests solely included fine dining, hunting and Louisa…in that order. The few conversations that Darcy had had with Louisa Hurst proved to him that she was somewhat vapid but harmless.

Caroline Bingley, as the middle sibling, showed little resemblance to her brother other than sharing the color of their hair. For several years, he had realized that she was hoping for a great match for both herself as well as Charles in order to further their family's social status. She was a beautiful woman and had a definite strength about her. This was most likely due to the difficulties she had to endure during her days at school. The Bingley family's fortune was made through trade and her classmates must have constantly reminded Caroline of this fact. Daughters of the Ton would have been cruel, even though Caroline's dowry of 30,000 pounds would have been double that of the average wealthy gentleman's daughter. However, even though Darcy could admire this strength in Caroline, he found that he was not attracted to her. There was a certain harshness that hovered just below the surface that put him off. Regardless, he was always cordial and friendly to both of Bingley's sisters but did nothing to give Caroline the impression that her ambitions would be fulfilled through him.

"Mr. Darcy! You have joined us at last!" Caroline stood from her position at the pianoforte to greet her brother and his friend.

"Yes, Caroline, I told you that Darcy and I would join you as soon as we concluded our business. I am happy to report that I have signed the contract and give you leave to begin preparations for our removal to Hertfordshire," Charles exclaimed.

"Mr. Darcy, I was hoping that you would be able to persuade my brother to a finer estate farther north. We do so admire Pemberley and I'm sure that there would be an estate in Derbyshire much more suited to our tastes."

Before Caroline could continue with her effusions on the greatness of Pemberley, Charles cut in.

"Alas Caroline, Netherfield Hall is in Hertfordshire so to Hertfordshire we must go. I refuse to be anything less than joyful over this move. I am sure, my sister, that once you are able to play hostess to the surrounding families and order the estate to your liking, you will be as pleased as I am."

"Yes, yes, Charles, I'm sure that we will be perfectly content and never lack for employment. Once the mothers in the area hear of your arrival, there is sure to be a line of accomplished young women waiting to call upon me. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm."

Caroline glanced in Darcy's direction smirking as if he would appreciate her humor. In truth, he felt that her comments were in poor taste even if he agreed with her. She would do well to support her brother's decisions and be proud that they would soon be joining the ranks of landed gentry.

Dinner was soon served and Charles' excitement did seem to extend to his sisters. Caroline especially seemed pleased and was more talkative than usual with Darcy. He was very happy for Charles and hoped that this new responsibility might help him establish himself among the Ton but also reinforce to his sisters that he was head of the family. After dinner, they adjourned to the drawing room and further discussion was had regarding their removal to Netherfield.

"I hope that you are able to join us Darcy. It will be a pleasure for me to finally repay your hospitality after all of our stays at Pemberly. Georgiana is, of course, also welcome."

"I believe I may take you up on your offer Charles; however, Georgiana must remain in London to continue her studies. Thank you."

Caroline and Louisa entertained them by taking turns displaying their skills on the pianoforte. Darcy had the distinct feeling that Caroline was trying to gain his attention privately. He knew this to be true when she refilled his coffee while Louisa continued to play.

"Mr. Darcy, I must speak to you of a private matter of great importance." Caroline whispered as she poured the coffee.

"Miss Bingley, there could be no matter that may not be discussed within the hearing of your brother. I would be happy to assist if I may. Perhaps we could suggest to Charles that we step out briefly to converse?"

"No, Mr. Darcy, I'm afraid that this is a matter that Charles cannot be privy to nor any other member of my family. "

"I am sorry to disappoint Miss Bingley but I believe that you had best allow your brother to hold your confidences, not I."

"Mr. Darcy, this urgent matter is regarding some very damaging information that I've obtained involving your sister Georgiana."

Darcy paled as he stared back at Caroline. The look upon her face was feigned innocence yet there seemed to be a certain level of satisfaction there as well. What could she mean by this? Had his worse fears come true? Did Wickham truly hold no value to his life and bandy about the story of his failed elopement?

"I see that you understand the need for privacy now. Could you perhaps join me for a ride in Hyde Park tomorrow? I'm sure that Louisa would join us for propriety's sake but she will allow us to converse in private"

It took several moments before Darcy could respond. He was barely able to mutter, "Yes, I will call for you in the morning" before quickly making his apologies to the room and returning home. That night, his heart was heavy and panic set in. What a dreadful night he would have in suspense. His sister's reputation could possibly be destroyed but he would not know for certain until Miss Bingley divulged what she knew and who had told her. Thankfully, it was a friend who had obtained this information for it would be dreadful indeed if this tale fell into the wrong hands.

Chapter 3

The next morning finally arrived and found Darcy escorting Caroline & Louisa through Hyde Park.

"Perhaps we can take a stroll around the lake now?" Caroline said. Darcy noticed a look pass between the sisters and then Louisa responded, "I'm a bit fatigued. I believe that I'll rest on this bench and wait for you."

Caroline wasted no time to bring up the topic that Darcy was anxiously awaiting to discuss.

"Mr. Darcy, I believe that we must discuss this awful business regarding dear Georgiana."

"Yes, Miss Bingley, I am eager to understand what you have heard of my sister?"

"Well, Mr. Darcy, I have learned from a most reliable source that there was an attempted elopement between your sister and the son of your father's steward. A Mr. Wickham, I believe."

Darcy felt as if he had been punched. So, the affair had indeed been leaked out. But how? Perhaps there was still a possibility of hushing this business up. He must act quickly.

"And, if I may be so bold to ask, who is this very 'reliable source' of yours Miss Bingley? I must contact them at once to attempt to squash this gossip before it spreads any further!"

"I am sure Mr. Darcy that we will be able to salvage Georgiana's reputation."

The desperation was taking over and Darcy interrupted her, "Who is it? Whom did you learn this information from?"

"Why, by your own hand, Mr. Darcy."

Caroline could see the shock and confusion in Darcy's face so she explained.

"While calling on your sister earlier this week, I inadvertently read a letter upon your desk. It was very informative."

"But…but, if this is the case, I do not understand? There is no danger of this leaking out to the Ton. I would rather that you were not privy to my sister's private affairs, and I certainly do not condone you reading my personal correspondence, however, this greatly eases my anxiety. We shall just agree to never discuss this unpleasant subject again."

Caroline stopped their movement at this point and looked him in the eye.

"I'm afraid that we cannot close this subject just yet. I may not be capable of keeping this dreadful news to myself without proper inducement to do so."

Darcy stared at her in disbelief. Certainly a woman of her standing in society could not be hoping to capitalize on the misfortune of another! A young woman who she calls friend! As he looked at her, he knew it to be true. All traces of affability and loveliness were replaced by a look of sheer power and ambition.

"An what type of 'inducement' would you require Madam?"

"A most agreeable arrangement Mr. Darcy, I assure you. I believe that Georgiana would benefit greatly by the influence of a woman. Someone who could help her overcome this foolishness and help her prepare to enter into society with the poise and grace fitting her station in life."

"I agree Miss Bingley. Truly, that is the reason that I have encouraged her visits with you as well as her aunts and cousins. What more could you hope to do?"

"No, no, Mr. Darcy, you misunderstand me."

A feeling of foreboding came over Darcy. He finally asked, "You are already her friend, Miss Bingley, and she has a capable companion in Mrs. Annesley. In what capacity could you further benefit her?"

"As your wife, sir."

Chapter 4

This is insupportable! It is too much and yet I must accept my fate. For the sake of Georgiana, I would do anything…even marry the devil.

It had been a week since that fateful talk in Hyde Park. Once Caroline had made it clear what her demands were, Darcy was forced to acquiesce and; although a week had past, he was still walking in a fog. He was shocked by how much thought and planning the spiteful woman had put into his entrapment. He had expected her to want him to procure the license immediately for a lavish affair; however, his lovely fiancé (shutter) had surprised him by stating that the engagement would not be made public until the end of the next season. Although he was thankful for the additional time to come to terms with this situation, he questioned her reasoning for the delay. Her response gave him a glimpse into the true nature of the woman who he would call wife.

"Mr. Darcy, I have not waited this long for my prize to not enjoy the full experience of success. I want you to openly seek my approval throughout the season so that all of those horrid women who have doubted me will know that I am not to be outdone. As the season progresses and we are seen dancing together, conversing intimately in drawing rooms, even taking regular rides in this very park…why, the poor wretches will be green with envy. How could I possibly give up that pleasure when it can be mine merely by delaying the inevitable by a few months time. No, no, our engagement should be announced at the end of the season and then I will need several months to properly prepare our spectacular wedding."

Caroline had a dreamy look in her eyes at the end of this pretty speech. Darcy was thoroughly disgusted with her. It was decided that even their siblings would remain in the dark. Caroline felt that Charles would not be as shocked by the engagement once he observed Darcy's 'doting' behavior towards her.

Plans were soon made between Charles and Darcy that they would depart for Netherfield in three days time. Surprisingly, Bingley's sisters stated that they could not possibly join the gentlemen at this time because of an excessive amount of shopping they must do prior to the start of the season. Charles was confused by their decision since, Caroline especially, had been so excited to take over her own household. Darcy was not as surprised by this sudden need for the highest fashion since Caroline was planning to be seen everywhere this year to show off her great prize horse…himself.

Once Darcy was assured of Georgiana's comfort remaining with their aunt while he was away, he set out with Charles for the wilds of Hertfordshire. He hoped that he might enjoy this time away with his friend and forget the great weight of his impending nuptials to a woman he was beginning to loathe. Perhaps there would be sufficient diversion to be had in the country to bring him out of the melancholy that currently surrounded him.

Meanwhile in Hertfordshire

Elizabeth Bennet was looking for gypsies. Weren't gypsies supposed to be lurking behind every tree or bend in an abandoned path? At least, that is what all young ladies were told as children to keep them from traveling said treacherous paths. Her mother's incessant badgering was driving her to distraction and she was desperate for a way out…even if that way was to join a band of gypsies drifting across the countryside. She could still hear her mother's screeching in her ears when she closed her eyes.

"LIZZY! LIZZY! What are you about? Gallivanting in the woods whilst there is work to be done. I have it on good authority that the gentlemen are to arrive at Netherfield this week and you are wasting precious time. Do you think that a gentleman will give you a second glance after seeing mud upon your hem and your hair in disarray after you have run about? Why can't you be helpful like Jane? She has already completed the alterations I ask for on her blue dress and is now assisting dear Lydia in trimming a new bonnet for the assembly."

And on and on and on it went. Lizzy loved her mother but she truly could not tolerate her for long lengths of time. Ever since news of Netherfield being let to a gentleman…a very single gentleman…had reached the ears of Mrs. Bennet, her daughters had been ordered about to make all necessary adjustments to increase their chances of catching the unknown gentleman as their husband. This may seem extreme; however, with 5 unmarried daughters and no son to inherit the estate, Mrs. Bennet had a right to do anything possible to secure their future. Although Lizzy understood that her mother's pushiness stemmed from love, it did not stop her from wishing that Mrs. Bennet were a bit more tactful and composed when it came to her matchmaking attempts.

Jane, as the eldest and most beautiful daughter, was their mother's favorite. Mrs. Bennet had long since felt that Jane was the key to attracting wealthy suitors for all of her daughters. Certainly with Jane's beauty, she would win the hand of a gentleman of great wealth. And, of course, once her own status had improved with marriage then Jane could procure wealthy husbands for all of her sisters. Jane was Lizzy's best friend and confidant. They shared not only a bedroom, but their hopes & dreams for the future. Jane had such a sweet, unassuming nature and was so ready to please others that it was impossible not to love her.

Lizzy was the second eldest and opposite of Jane in almost every way. Where Jane was fair, Lizzy was dark. Jane was mild mannered and quiet but Lizzy was passionate and out-spoken. Jane was their mother's favorite while Lizzy was their father's favorite.

Mary, poor Mary, was the over-looked middle sister and fit the part in every way. Bookish and plain, Mary was a sweet girl who was unfortunately in the shadow of her sisters. She tried to appear unaffected by her sisters' popularity by instead focusing on her assumed greater intellect and exhibiting her interest in the pianoforte. The result could be unpleasant at times since her skills did not quite match her perception of them.

Catherine, or Kitty, was a pretty girl with low self-esteem. She attached herself to her younger sister hoping to emulate Lydia's vivacity. Ah, Lydia. As the youngest, she was the darling of family. Doted on by all within the household and especially catered to by their mother since she was her last child. Now that she had reached the age of 15 it was obvious to Lizzy that they had created a monster. Lydia was fun loving and boisterous to a fault but since she had been left unchecked for most of her life, it seemed that nothing could curtail her wild ways.

These were the Bennet sisters as Lizzy saw them and, regardless of their shortcomings, she loved her family dearly. But as she approached her home, Longbourn, and heard even more of her mother's admonitions on how to catch a husband ringing through the halls, she decided to turn around and spend another half hour searching for those infamous gypsies.

Chapter 5

Hertfordshire was surprisingly beautiful. Darcy was so fond of his home in the North that he had held no high expectations for the area surrounding Netherfield; however, after arriving two days ago, he found he was eager to explore. The day was sunny and warm and his solitary ride allowed for much needed peace of mind. He was not riding long when his path opened to a lovely meadow. He slowed his horse to a walk and lifted his face to the sky, soaking in the sunshine.

Darcy had thought of nothing but his impending engagement since his discussion with Caroline. His outrage at her audacity was so great that his initial reaction was to come up with a plan to ruin her beyond repair. Certainly with his money and connections it could be easily done. Unfortunately, Bingley would be affected by such actions and he was only now gaining entry into higher circles. He couldn't do that to such a wonderful, loyal friend. There was also the fact that Caroline would not go down without a fight. He was certain that she would have no scruples against revealing the failed elopement and ruining Georgiana in retaliation.

Then, as the days passed and he thought upon the matter more, he realized that the situation could be much worse. For while he despised Caroline's underhandedness and manipulation, many women (or their mothers) employed similar arts & allurements to capture a husband. He knew of several acquaintances that were forced to marry beneath them due to being caught in an improper situation. Funny how it was normally the young woman's relative who happened upon the couple. Why, his friend, Mr. Maxwell, married a young woman with no dowry to speak of last year due to such a circumstance.

Caroline was refined and proper in company. Darcy's relatives may balk at the fact that her family was only now becoming landed gentry but her substantial dowry should help alleviate any reservations. Of course, it would be difficult for him to tolerate her company but most couples in his circle led separate lives. Why should his marriage be any different?

So, today, he would attempt to calm his mind and enjoy this beautiful weather. If any images of his parents laughing together while they strolled in a similar meadow at Pemberley crossed his mind, he would quickly dismiss it. Not everyone could be so blessed to have true love in marriage. He would accept his fate and make the best of this situation.

Elizabeth quickly hid behind a large tree. She had been walking to the meadow to gather some flowers when she saw that an unknown gentleman already occupied it. He was tall with dark hair that appeared to be difficult to tame. His clothing was that of a wealthy gentleman and he had a very fine horse as well. This must be Mr. Bingley. Even at this distance, it was plain to see that he was a handsome man. As she watched him stroll, she saw a multitude of emotions pass his face. She did not wish to interrupt his solitude so she stole away to return home and share this new information with Jane.

Later that week

Why must Bingley be so insistently agreeable? We had barely been in Hertfordshire one week and he had already agreed to attend the assembly dance of the small town of Meryton.

"Come now, Darcy, you would think you are attending a funeral instead of a dance with that depressed look upon your face. Let us enjoy this time. We have met so many amiable gentlemen this week. I can only believe that they have equally good-natured daughters!"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure that the town will be brimming with 'good-natured' daughters tonight Bingley. But you know that I am uneasy among strangers. Tonight will be a torture to me."

"Good lord man, such nonsense! Torture? To meet lovely young women and stand up with them for a few dances? I cannot follow your way of thinking Darcy. However, you will not have my sisters to hide behind tonight. Since there are no ladies in our party it will be expected that you dance with at least some of the young women. I hope you will not heap such censure upon my shoulders so early in my establishment here by slighting the local beauties!"

Charles smiled broadly after this statement, knowing that Darcy would do what was expected and participate in a few dances. He did not understand his friend's aversion at all. What could be better than meeting & dancing with lovely women? He was secretly relieved that his sisters had not yet arrived. Darcy used them as a shield too often in social settings and he did not realize how often Caroline took this as encouragement. His unmarried sister would not be deterred from her quest for Darcy no matter how many times Charles tried to gently dissuade her.

They arrived just after the dance began and were immediately approached by Sir William Lucas, who had invited them to the assembly earlier in the week. Sir William introduced his wife, Lady Lucas, and his daughter, Charlotte. As they exchanged pleasantries, Darcy was distracted the stares and smiles focused on them. He began to slip into his mask of indifference like he always did in situations such as this. He suddenly stopped himself and changed his mind. Bingley was right. He needed to change his attitude and enjoy the evening. After all, he would shortly be engaged and would have few opportunities to enjoy an event like this without having Caroline by his side. Yes, he would do his best to be pleasant & affable to those he met even if they were all below his station in life.

Sir William Lucas and his daughter walked the gentlemen over to one of the more prominent families of the area, the Bennet's. Darcy recalled meeting Mr. Bennet when he called on Bingley earlier this week. He seemed an intelligent man. He was currently introducing his wife & two of his daughters to Bingley.

"It is very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. I hope that you are enjoying your time here so far?" said Mrs. Bennet.

"Yes, thank you, we are indeed. I have been working with my steward most of this week, but Darcy has been able to explore the area a bit." As Bingley said this, all eyes turned to Darcy. He cleared his throat and forced a smile to his face.

"I found the surrounding area very fine." He hoped that sufficed as a response.

Mrs. Bennet immediately brought the attention back to Mr. Bingley.

"There are many beautiful vistas to be found here. My daughters are very familiar with the area and I'm sure that we could form a walking party one day once you have time available."

"What a splendid idea Mrs. Bennet. We would be most appreciative. Miss Bennet, are you a great walker then?"

Darcy could already see that Charles had set his sights on the fair-haired eldest Bennet daughter. She was attractive in the classical sense of the word but a bit too serene for his taste.

"No sir, not a great walker; however, I do enjoy venturing out now and again. I mainly accompany Lizzy since she goes out nearly every day. She is the avid walker of our family."

Darcy finally glanced at the second eldest daughter. She certainly was not as attractive as her elder sister; however, she seemed very pleasant as she continued the conversation with her sister & Bingley. Suddenly she glanced up at Darcy and caught him staring. He quickly looked away but not before acknowledging that she had very fine eyes.

"And do you dance Mr. Bingley?" said Mrs. Bennet.

"Yes, I greatly enjoy dancing Mrs. Bennet. Miss Bennet, would you care to dance the next set, if you are not yet engaged?"

"Yes, thank you Mr. Bingley" Jane responded with a smile.

Darcy realized that the polite thing to do would be to offer to dance with one of the other ladies.

"Miss Elizabeth, if you are also free for the next set, then would you care to join me in a dance?"

"I believe I would Mr. Darcy, thank you."

As the two couples took the floor, all eyes of the assembly were on them. Mrs. Bennet was very close to needed her salts, so great was her excitement as her daughters danced with these eligible gentlemen.

Chapter 6

"The weather has been very fine as of late," said Darcy.

"Yes, it has sir."

"It is fortunate for you given your penchant for walking."

"Yes, it is."

Quiet ensued as they continued the dance steps. Darcy could think of nothing else to speak of beyond the weather. In light of his new resolution to be more personable, he pressed on.

"I happened upon a charming meadow during my ride this week. Perhaps you know of it?"

Elizabeth was surprised that he referred to the meadow. She was thankful for a new topic though and readily responded.

"Yes, I know it very well. I have pilfered many flowers over the years from that meadow. It is on the border of Netherfield estate closest to our own."

"Well, I am certain that Mr. Bingley will not begrudge you any flowers though your secret is safe with me."

This caused Elizabeth to smile and Darcy was again captured by the light in her eyes. Very fine indeed.

"Does Meryton often hold assemblies such as this?"

"Not often, no, but be assured that they are always a welcome distraction to the general populace of the area. I'm sure that it is nothing compared to what is typical in Town; however, where good friends and good conversation are prevalent, I will always be contented."

Hmmm…certainly no woman of my acquaintance would profess such a belief. Preferring a small country-dance to one of the Ton?

Their dance soon ended and Darcy led her back to her mother, who was currently engrossed with Bingley. He offered to bring Elizabeth some punch and they continued to converse once he returned.

"It must be pleasant to have so many sisters close in age."

"Pleasant may not be the adjective I would use to describe living in a house swarming with young females sir." Elizabeth laughingly replied. "Although I do love my sisters dearly and we have many enjoyable times together, it can be equally exasperating."

"I was thinking of how much my sister, Georgiana, would appreciate having siblings of an age with her. She is more than ten years my junior and I often feel that I am sorely lacking when it comes to entertaining her."

Elizabeth smiled as she could see the love that he held for his sister as he spoke of her.

"Will your sister be joining you at Netherfield?"

"No, her studies keep her in Town. She is currently staying with our Aunt."

"How nice that she is able to spend some time with family while you are away."

"Yes, I dislike being away from her but I know that she enjoys the company of our Aunt. Older brothers are not welcome companions during all-day shopping excursions."

"I beg to differ sir. I know of several outings that Jane and I would have benefited from having an older brother join us while shopping. An additional pair of arms to carry packages would have been very welcome."

This brought a smile to both of their faces. Elizabeth was struck by how handsome Mr. Darcy truly was when there was a smile upon his face.

The rest of the assembly passed and by the close of the night, the gentlemen of Netherfield were considered friendly and obliging. Mr. Bingley had won the approval of all he met with his cheerful personality as well as the fact that he enjoyed dancing and was not without a partner throughout the night. Darcy was regarded as being quite as amiable as Bingley; although, he only danced three sets. Perhaps this glowing esteem stemmed more from the rumor circulating that he had 10,000 a year compared to Bingley's 5,000.

Once they returned home, Jane and Elizabeth began to discuss the evening's events as soon as they were sequestered in their bedroom.

"Well, Jane, I believe you made quite the conquest tonight. Momma will be proud"

"Oh, Lizzy, do not tease me so. He is beyond anything I could hope for in a suitor…friendly, obliging, well-informed…"

"Do not forget handsome and rich, sweet sister, for those are imperative in the ideal husband!" Lizzy added with a smile.

"Such words from my little sister. But I will not be fooled; we have both sworn to marry for love. Wealth alone does not make a happy marriage."

"Yet it is convenient. If what I saw when Mr. Bingley danced with you is any indication, I do not believe you will have to worry yourself over such an issue."

"Do you truly believe that he liked me Lizzy?" Jane asked tentatively.

"Jane, he danced with you alone twice and could not keep his eyes off of you during the evening!"

They both smiled excitedly. Jane was wistful but suddenly remembered something.

"And what of you and Mr. Darcy, Lizzy?"

"Really, Jane, just because you have made a splendid match does not mean that I will be so fortunate. Don't forget that he danced with you and Charlotte as well. I'll concede, he was pleasant to talk to tonight and a fine dancer but I will not think of him beyond that."

"You don't give yourself enough credit Lizzy. He looked at you quite a bit throughout the evening." Jane added with a smile.

"Enough of this silliness Jane. Men of his station do not look for a match at a country-dance. Now, goodnight dear sister."

"Goodnight Lizzy" said Jane as she blew out the candle.

Darcy was surprised by how much he enjoyed this evening, at a dance no less! Once he put forth the effort to converse with some of the neighbors, he was rewarded with finding several witty and entertaining companions. Sir William Lucas, while not particularly well informed, was very humorous to talk to. He was also delighted to find that Mr. Bennet had a keen wit and vast knowledge of literature.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet must favor her father, he thought suddenly. While Mrs. Bennet was perfectly polite to him, he recognized her shrewd appraisal of Bingley and himself as possible suitors for her daughters. Bingley appeared to be more than happy to be ensnared if it meant marriage to Miss Bennet, his 'angel' as he referred to her several times during their journey back to Netherfield. Bingley was forever falling in love with various 'angels'.

As Darcy reflected on the conversations and dance partners of the night, he allowed that it had been a very enjoyable evening indeed. For the first time in weeks, his thoughts before bed were not clouded by betrayal, worry and forced engagements. No, tonight, he drifted to sleep thinking only of a pair of bewitching eyes.

Chapter 7

The day after the Assembly dawned bright and clear. There was a calm wind and the birds' sweet song could be heard outside. This was not the case within the walls of Longbourn.

"Oh, Mr. Bennet, what a fortunate thing for our girls to have Mr. Bingley arrived just in time!"

"Just in time for what, my dear?" Mr. Bennet responded with not much enthusiasm.

"Why to save us all from destitution, of course! Now, when you have passed on, which may be very soon, it will not matter that that odious Mr. Collins will steal Longbourn from its rightful owners. Dear Mr. Bingley will ensure that we do not end up in the hedgerows! Yes, yes, a very happy turn of events."

"Might I remind you, Madam, that I may outlive you." Mrs. Bennet looked completely offended at this thought.

"Also, although Mr. Bingley showed uncommon good sense in dancing with our two eldest last night, that does not immediately result in a proposal to care for a family of five women, forgive me, I meant a proposal of marriage."

He said this last with a wink to Elizabeth and Jane. They attempted to hide their smiles as their mother glared at their father with indignation. Before she could continue to argue with him, Mr. Bennet continued.

"I would ask that you ready a room and arrange for an excellent dinner tomorrow night Mrs. Bennet for our guest will tomorrow afternoon."

This captured the attention of all of the girls at the table.

"Guest? Pray tell whom are you referring to Mr. Bennet? I know of no guest arriving tomorrow?" Mrs. Bennet looked truly flustered.

"Why, it is none other than the 'odious Mr. Collins' but I do ask that you refrain from referring to him in such a manner once he arrives. It would not do to insult the man who will 'steal Longbourn from its rightful owners."

Chaos ensued. Mrs. Bennet claimed that she would not harbor such a viper in their midst, while Kitty and Lydia begged for details of his looks. Mr. Bennet made it clear that they would indeed harbor this viper for the young man had written an entertaining letter a fortnight ago asking to visit to help heal the break in the family. Since he did not enclose a self-portrait, Mr. Bennet could not attest to the handsomeness of his appearance. He then left the room, muttering to himself about 'the silliest girls in England'.

Later that morning, Elizabeth was greatly relieved to hear that there were callers in the parlor. He mother had not stopped ranting and complaining about Mr. Collins while also ordering the staff to ensure that everything was prepared for his stay. Her mother may be flighty but she was a celebrated hostess in the area and would not let it be said that hospitality could not be found at Longbourn.

The arrival of Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy was just the diversion needed to distract her mother.

Mrs. Bennet was pleased to see that Mr. Bingley chose a seat close to Jane but was somewhat at a loss of what to do with Mr. Darcy. He was friendly enough last evening but did not show any specific interest in any one of his girls. Of course, he had danced with Jane & Lizzy but Jane was already paired with Bingley and Lizzy was much too disobliging for such a man. Lydia's exuberance and beauty was certainly more fitting for a man of his station. She was about to suggest that he take the seat next to Lydia when he turned to look out the window. What a strange, reticent man.

Mr. Bingley was again cheerful and talkative. The same could not be said of Mr. Darcy. He stood by the window and rarely joined in the conversation other than the initial pleasantries.

Elizabeth was pleased to see that Mr. Darcy seemed to regain some of his good humor once a walk in the garden was suggested. Mrs. Bennet urged Lydia to join the party but she immediately protested saying that she must work on a particularly ugly bonnet that she was remaking. It was with reluctance then that their mother conceded that Jane & Elizabeth would show the gentlemen the garden. She would be sure to discuss the importance of a wealthy prospect over the urgency of a newly trimmed bonnet with her youngest.

It was not long into their perusal of the flowerbeds that Bingley and Jane, once again, began to converse privately. Elizabeth was eager to encourage their blossoming relationship so she turned all of her attention to the gentleman from the North.

"You have a lovely garden, Miss Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I assure you that it is through no great effort of my own. Jane and I have assisted in some of the design; although, she derives much more enjoyment from it than I. My one passion would be tending the roses."

Darcy smiled as he responded, "I believe that roses often inspire a passionate response."

"Yes, I agree. I cannot help but admire a rose's ability to thrive regardless of whether it is continually tended to or growing in the wild."

"And do you prefer the classic red rose, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Well, I believe you begin to think me very dull, Mr. Darcy. A girl must prefer roses and, of course, red roses most of all. I must disappoint you on that score. Yellow roses are by far my favorite. A vivid reminder of sun and warmth and hope."

After a brief silence, Darcy commented.

"You may be surprised that yellow was also my mother's favorite color of rose. She had a great many rose bushes planted in her gardens. They remain there today and serve as a reminder of the warmth she brought to those she knew before she passed on."

Elizabeth could see that Mr. Darcy was greatly affected by his mother's passing. After offering her condolences, she decided to change the subject.

"I will not ask you how Hertfordshire compares to Derbyshire, Mr. Darcy, because I am certain that we will disagree as to which is the superior."

He laughed lightly at this.

"Perhaps you are correct. While I have enjoyed the little that I have seen of Hertfordshire so far, I believe that my preference will always lie with the wild beauty of the North, Miss Elizabeth."

"Yes, people cannot help but favor their home. I do hope that you are able to explore more of the area during your stay though Mr. Darcy. While Hertfordshire does not boast the great peaks of the North, it has many charms in its own right."

As Darcy discreetly glanced at his walking companion, he responded.

"I find that I agree with you, Hertfordshire is indeed charming."

Chapter 8

Posted on 2011-04-14

The following day, Jane and Elizabeth were quick to escape the house. Mrs. Bennet was in a flurry preparing for the arrival of Mr. Collins and the girls swiftly realized that they should find diversions out of the house and out of her way.

"What sort of man do you suppose he will be?" Jane asked as they meandered through the woods.

"I cannot believe him to be sensible. Father read a portion of his letter to me last evening and he sounds ridiculous."

"Lizzy! You should not speak of our cousin so, especially given that we have not even made his acquaintance yet."

Lizzy smirked and replied, "Very well, Jane. I shall defer my pronouncements of idiocy until we have met our dear cousin."

Both girls laughed and continued down the path towards the meadow.

"Perhaps we should not have ventured so far today. The sky looks as if a storm is coming soon."

"But, Jane, these may be the last of the wild flowers for the year. I'd like to gather a few more to arrange. Also, Mama may be more forgiving of our sudden desertion if we return bearing gifts."

"Very well. But let us hurry. I would not wish to be absent when our visitor arrives."

"I am sure that I could think of another visitor who you would welcome with more enthusiasm." Lizzy teased.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, come now, Jane. Surely, you expect Mr. Bingley to call on you again. Did he mention anything yesterday?"

"No, of course not. He did say that he was very pleased with Netherfield and was delighted to meet so many kind neighbors."

"Yes, your Mr. Bingley seems to be quite delighted to meet you."

"He is not my Mr. Bingley." Jane replied. But after a moment of thought, she could not help but add with a small smile, "but I would certainly be happy if he were."

Lizzy decided to stop teasing her sister at that point. She knew that even making a small admission as this was difficult for her cautious sister.

They arrived at the meadow and began gathering the flowers that were still blooming. The activity was so enjoyable that they were able to forget the overcast sky for the moment.

Just as Elizabeth was going to suggest returning home, the sky opened up and the rain poured down. They were stunned to suddenly be completely soaked but then Lizzy began laughing.

"I'll race you back to the path!" Lizzy called out to Jane, who was quite a distance away.

They ran as fast as they could to gain the shelter of the trees. Both were laughing and remembering similar instances from their childhood as they tried to be first to reach the path.

Lizzy had just reached the edge of the meadow when she heard an unexpected gasp behind her. She turned to see Jane on the ground, wincing in pain. She immediately ran towards her sister.

"Jane, are you well? What happened?" Lizzy asked when she was finally besides Jane. The rain was falling heavily now.

"I tripped over a tree root. My ankle turned badly, Lizzy." Jane cried over the thundering sky.

"Let me help you up, dearest. We must at least get out of this rain."

Jane attempted to stand using Lizzy's help but she cried out when she inadvertently put her weight on her foot.

At that moment, they heard the unmistakable sound of horse hooves. Elizabeth looked up to see none other than Mr. Darcy approaching on his horse. He quickly dismounted and went straight to the sisters.

"What has happened Miss Elizabeth?"

"Please, Mr. Darcy, can you assist my sister? She has turned her ankle and is unable to walk."

"Yes, of course." He replied but as he moved to Miss Bennet's side, Bingley appeared. A look of panic was on his face as he approached the trio.

"Miss Bennet!" was all that he said before he brushed past Darcy and scooped Jane up to carry her to path with his horse following behind him. Darcy and Elizabeth ran behind them.

"I must return her home immediately and send for the apothecary. We will meet you there." With that, Bingley put Jane upon his horse and mounted behind her on the saddle and headed towards Longborn.

Elizabeth's concern for her sister was so great that she had not yet fully realized her own situation. She was currently standing on the path in the woods, alone with Mr. Darcy, still holding his arm and both were completely soaked through.

She glanced up at Darcy, who seemed to also be lost in his own thoughts staring down the path where Bingley had disappeared. She again was struck with how handsome he was, perhaps, especially because of his rumpled appearance, which was so contrary to his normally impeccable attire. She was very aware of their close proximity. Darcy turned and glanced quickly at her hand upon his arm and then looked up into her eyes. Certainly her heart had betrayed her and he could hear it pounding as loud as she did! It felt like ages before he broke his gaze.

"I believe we should follow their example and make haste to Longborn. I realize the impropriety of riding together; however, I would rather ensure that you are home out of the rain as quickly as possible."

Elizabeth could see that he was torn between his concern for her well-being and the state of her reputation. She quickly replied.

"Mr. Darcy, I believe that my reputation is at risk regardless. Surely you realize that we are quite alone in a rainstorm right now? Let us follow as quickly as possible for I am greatly worried for my sister."

"Yes, yes, of course."

He helped her onto the saddle and then swiftly took his place behind her. Darcy held the reigns in one hand and place the other at her waist. As he urged the horse forward, Elizabeth could not help but wonder at how uncommonly warm she felt even though she was dripping wet from the rainstorm.

Chapter 9

Elizabeth felt as though she were melting. Perhaps this was due to the fact that the handsomest man of her acquaintance was currently sitting directly behind her. Then again, the feel of Mr. Darcy's hand upon her waist was causing strange new sensations in her that she had never before thought possible.

Why was it taking so long to reach Longborn?

She vaguely registered that it was still raining but, with the cover of the trees, there were only a few drops that intermittently fell onto her face. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath upon her neck. She was hyper-aware of all of his movements. Was he moving his hand? It felt as if he were slowly rubbing his thumb in a circular motion upon her hip. With her eyes still closed, she felt him lean closer to her ear and whisper, "Elizabeth".

Jane calling for her again jolted Lizzy awake. She opened her eyes to realize that she had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed. She wiped her sister's face again with a damp cloth. Poor Jane. Upon their arrival at Longborn, their father carried Jane to her bedchamber and the apothecary was called. By the time he arrived, Jane was already feeling poorly. Thankfully, he declared that her ankle was merely badly sprained; however, she began feeling feverish by nightfall.

Elizabeth had been tending to her since they returned and had no time to give thought to what had happened to Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy or their new houseguest, Mr. Collins.

It was now the middle of the night and she doubted that she would be able to gain much sleep since Jane's fever was still raging. She would have to put aside any thoughts of the invigorating ride home this afternoon for another time. Her memory seemed so clear but surely Mr. Darcy had not whispered her name. As Jane moaned again, Lizzy decided to ponder the mysterious gentleman at a later date.

The Reverend William Collins was quite the magnanimous man. He arrived at his late father's cousin's home prepared to extend the proverbial olive branch and heal the breach that had severed their family connection for so many years. He expected to be received with all that was due a man of the cloth as well as the next in line to inherit the estate. He planned to look over his reputed beautiful cousins and select one to be the future partner of his life. This plan would suit everyone as well as fulfill the directive of his patroness, Lady Catherine de Burgh.

Unfortunately, his welcome was not what he expected. Upon his arrival, He was unceremoniously shown to the parlor while the rest of the house seemed to be in an uproar. Apparently, the eldest sisters had been skittering about the countryside in a rainstorm that morning and were suffering the ill effects of it. He thought this behavior quite unladylike and was secretly even more offended that they had not been waiting with bated breath for his arrival.

He learned this information from the seemingly one sensible girl in the family. Her name was Mary and she was the middle sister of the five. She was not quite beautiful in his opinion; actually she was rather plain.

"I do apologize again, Mr. Collins, that the rest of my family is not available to welcome you at this time. The apothecary is here for my sister Jane and both of my parents and my sister Elizabeth wished to be present to hear how she would fare."

"I see. And do you not have two younger sisters as well, Cousin Mary?"

"Yes, sir. Unfortunately, my sisters Catherine and Lydia are employed elsewhere in the house."

Mary blushed at this. She was ashamed of her younger sisters' behavior. When their cousin had arrived and her parents asked her to receive their guest in their stead, she had sought her younger sisters to join her. She felt that it was shameful enough that one of her parents would not greet Mr. Collins but she was truly shocked when her younger sisters claimed that they had spied him from the upstairs window and 'nothing would persuade them to spend time in the parlor with such a toad'.

Another "I see." was all that Mary received in response. Since she was never the center of attention or particularly singled out by their callers, Mary wanted to make the most of this opportunity. She offered Mr. Collins a cup of tea and tried to come up with a topic that might interest her cousin.

"Mr. Collins, I recall that my father stated your living was in Kent. I have heard it is a beautiful area; although, I have never ventured so far."

"Yes, yes, of course, it is quite beautiful." Mr. Collins responded curtly.

Mary could see that she was not entertaining him and thought to try and draw him out again.

"And your patroness is a well-known Lady? My father also mentioned her name from your letter. Lady Catherine de Bourgh, correct?"

Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he turned his full attention to Mary. As he continued speaking of his beneficent patroness, for the next full hour, Mary felt a great sense of accomplishment. This was the longest discourse she had ever had with a man. Unfortunately, she knew that it would all be for naught once he caught a glimpse of one of her other sisters. Still, she was determined to try. Being the next mistress of Longborn would certainly gain the attention of her family at last.

The next day, Darcy was anxious to go for another ride to clear his head. After speaking with Charles at breakfast, they decided to call at Longborn later today and enquire after Miss Bennet's health. Actually, that was Bingley's plan and Darcy agreed to join him. Of course, he didn't' share with Charles that he was also concerned that Miss Elizabeth might have felt poorly after such an extended period in the rain.

Elizabeth. It was thoughts of her that he was trying to escape this morning. The ride back to Longborn was both a piece of heaven and a piece of hell. She had bewitched him. What sort of gentleman held a woman at the waist like that? He told himself it was to ensure that she did not slip from the horse but it sounded false even in his own head. He just wanted to hold her. This pull towards her was becoming concerning. A true gentleman would never act in a way that would lead to expectations that could not be fulfilled.

Thankfully, her father was a sensible man and truly cared for the welfare of his daughters. When they had arrived at the house, Bingley and Jane had been there for some time. Mr. Bennet was greatly relieved when he set eyes on Elizabeth and saw that she was safe. He did not look so pleased at the sight of Darcy. He immediately addressed the lapse in propriety of the situation.

"My housekeeper and I saw that you, all four, arrived at the same time. That is all that needs to be known."

Then, Mr. Bennet ushered Elizabeth into the house and up the stairs. She did; however, spare Darcy a glance over her shoulder. The look that she gave caused him to stand motionless for several minutes after they left. That was the look that plagued his dreams all night. He expected her to be relieved that her father was not angered or perhaps that she would be anxious about the health of her sister. But it was neither of these that she conveyed with her striking eyes; no, it was a look of pure longing.

Chapter 10

The days passed slowly for Elizabeth after her adventure in the rain. She spent her time above stairs caring for Jane. Jane's fever had finally abated; however, she was still weak and the apothecary felt it best for her to remain confined to bed for a full week. Elizabeth would not leave her dearest sister throughout this time for fear that she might become lonely.

However, at her mother's insistence, Lizzy had joined the family in the drawing room after dinner three days after Jane fell ill. Jane and Elizabeth had not yet met Mr. Collins due to their restriction to their bedchamber and Mrs. Bennet was anxious that Lizzy, at least, make his acquaintance.

It seems that Mr. Collins had made his intentions known to Mrs. Bennet regarding choosing a wife amongst her daughters and she was now on a quest to have Mary make the match.

"Oh, Lizzy! What a fine thing it is for our Mary! I am so pleased. This will solve all of our problems. With Mary as the next mistress of Longborn, we need not worry about being thrown to the hedgerows when your poor father passes on."

Lizzy tried to interject at this point, but her mother's happy ranting would not be contained.

"And it will also relieve my mind to have Mary so well settled. I can tell you that with her bookish ways and refusal to do anything to improve her appearance that I had quite despaired over finding her a husband."

"Mama please! Mary is just not very comfortable in company."

"Well, it is neither here nor there since she is sure to be married soon. Now, you must join us tonight, I'll take no arguments from you. We do not want dear Mr. Collins to feel slighted at your extended absence now that Jane is on the mend."

"Yes, Mama. I will join you once I have Jane settled for the night."

"That's a good girl."

Then, as Mrs. Bennet walked away, it appeared that she was struck with a thought and turned to address her daughter once more.

"Oh, and Lizzy. Be sure to be agreeable but not too agreeable towards Mr. Collins tonight."

Elizabeth looked perplexed so Mrs. Bennet continued.

"I would not wish for Mr. Collins to turn his attentions towards you. Although you run about with your wild ways and rarely heed my advice, you do have some admirers in the Village and I have much more confidence in securing a husband for you than for Mary."

Her mother paused and uncharacteristically lowered her voice.

"Also, I have great hopes for Jane to secure Mr. Bingley. He was full of concern for her health. You would do well child to put forth some effort in encouraging his friend, Mr. Darcy."

"Mama, please do not set your hopes upon a match between that gentleman and myself. You must see that it is impossible." Lizzy whispered back as much to her mother as to herself.

"I certainly do not see that it is impossible. He is far above our sphere to be sure; however, I was born a tradesman's daughter and captured the heart of your gentleman father. It can be accomplished, my dear."

Lizzy was stunned into silence as she watched her mother walk away.

That evening, Elizabeth realized that her first assessment of Mr. Collins was, indeed, correct. He was ridiculous. He was a strange mix of equal parts obsequiousness and pomposity. It was obvious that he held no patience for her two youngest sisters; however, she could hardly fault him for that. Kitty & Lydia spent the time in which he was reading to them all by giggling and making noise. Lizzy was not fooled by their occasional apologies to Mr. Collins. She knew that Lydia hoped to dissuade him from further reading by annoying him. When that plan failed, Lydia loudly began telling their Mama about the recent gossip acquired from Meryton about the regiment of officers that recently encamped there. Mr. Collins finally gave up the book and immediately began a conversation with Elizabeth.

Mary had been politely listening to his reading up to this point. When she saw his intention to seek out Lizzy, she determinedly walked towards them and tried to take part in the conversation. Elizabeth was surprised but proud of her.

"Mr. Collins, if you have a moment, I would appreciate your wisdom regarding one of the passages you read earlier this evening. Reverend Fordyce's advice regarding duty to one's parents and God was of particular interest to me." Mary said sweetly.

Mr. Collins looked torn between his need to impart his greater wisdom on this subject and becoming better acquainted with the more beautiful sister, Elizabeth. Before he could form an excuse to dismiss Mary, Lizzy took the opportunity to grant them privacy to discuss.

"Mr. Collins, it was lovely to meet you at last but I must return to my eldest sister. I am sure that my absence will allow you to assist Mary in reaching a greater understanding of the Reverend's directives."

As Lizzy left the room, she was certain that her mother nodded in approval. If Jane were still awake, she would be happy for the laugh once Lizzy informed her of this evening's events.

A few days later, Kitty and Lydia burst into the parlor looking out of breath and full of excitement.

"Oh Mama! You'll never guess what I have to tell you!" Kitty exclaimed. Lydia quickly cut her off by shouting.

"Our Aunt Philips is giving a card party tomorrow evening to welcome the regiment. All of the dashing officers shall be there!"

"Lydia! You never let me tell any news!" Kitty cried.

In true ladylike fashion, Lydia stuck her tongue out at Kitty and continued.

"This is quite the most exciting thing to ever happen in Meryton. I hope that Lieutenant Denny and Chamberlain will attend. I am not sure which I will settle on since they both look very gallant in their red coats."

"I agree, my dears. A red coat can only improve a man's countenance. I was awfully fond of a red coat myself when I was a girl." Mrs. Bennet added dreamily.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as her sister continued to speak about the officers. She almost felt sorry for the poor men! Kitty and Lydia had not ceased tittering about the officers since the regiment arrived this week.

"Where are Mary and Mr. Collins? Did they not join you on your walk to Meryton this morning?" Elizabeth asked her sisters.

"Oh lord! What a bore he is!" Lydia groaned.

"Yes, Lizzy, be happy that you were unable to join us this morning. He droned on and on the entire way to the village! Then he told Lydia and I that it would be unseemly for us to greet Denny." Kitty added indignantly.

"I do not see what is so unseemly about saying good morning to a friend. He was only on the other side of the road. I had to yell loudly to gain his attention." Lydia huffed.

"Truly, Lydia. A young gentlewoman should not be shouting at an officer on the street!" Elizabeth admonished her youngest sister. She glanced at her mother to see if she would support her rebuke but she was still smiling slightly to herself while looking out the window.

"Pah, Lizzy, you sound just like our cousin! You are just jealous that Kitty and I have met many of the officers while you have been stuck at home!"

"Well, I will be meeting many of the officers at Aunt Philips card party tomorrow so I believe that I can weather my disappointment. Now, can you please tell me what has become of Mary and Mr. Collins?"

Kitty and Lydia smiled at each other and then Kitty spoke up.

"After Mary completed her errands, we decided to call on Aunt Philips. Once she told us the news of her party, we said that we must rush home at once to inform Mama. Mr. Collins is such a very large man. I believe that he required a bit more rest before making the long walk back. Mary stayed to keep him company."

"It was so funny! You should have seen how red-faced and out of breath he became while only strolling about town. We were glad not to have to listen to his preaching on our return walk and we were able to give them some time alone. I was sure that Mama would approve." Lydia said with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Elizabeth decided that now would be a good time to take a walk herself. She could not deny that she was looking forward to the card party. She had too much time confined at home of late. She also had spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about a certain tall gentleman on horseback.

Her mother had said that both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had called the day after they were caught in the rain to inquire about Jane's health. It was a very kind gesture and she wondered if they would attend the card party. Her aunt was sure to invite them.

She was brought out of her musings by the sound of a horse. As she looked up, she heard his voice.

"Good day Miss Elizabeth. I am happy to see you walking about again."

"Good day Mr. Darcy. Thank you, I am glad to be out again too."

"How is Miss Bennet? Fully recovered, I hope."

"Yes sir. She is, which is why I have taken the opportunity to enjoy this fine weather."

She wanted to ask if they would be attending the party tomorrow evening; however, he spoke as if reading her thoughts.

"I believe we will have the pleasure of your aunt's hospitality tomorrow for a card party."

"Yes, my sisters and I are quite looking forward to it."

He continued to smile down at her from atop his horse. Once again Elizabeth felt a powerful draw to him. Could it be that he felt it too?

"Well, then, until tomorrow evening Miss Elizabeth."

Darcy tipped his hat and rode away. Elizabeth could not help the smile that graced her lips as she turned back towards home.

Chapter 11

The Bennet ladies arrived at their Aunt Philips party the following night full of excitement and hopes of an entertaining evening. The addition of the Bennet's cousin, the gentleman from Netherfield as well as the many fine soldiers from the militia had caused all of the unmarried girls of Meryton to spend an excessive amount of time preparing for a simple card party. It was sure to be a smashing success and Mrs. Philips could not be more pleased about being the hostess of such a gathering.

As they entered the party, Lydia and Kitty immediately squealed in delight and rushed over to a group of soldiers. Mary politely requested that Mr. Collins join her in speaking with their local vicar since they had not yet been introduced. Elizabeth and Jane exchanged a smile at Mary's machinations. She had recently confided in them of her regard for Mr. Collins and her hopes for the future. Lizzy found it humorous that after all of the years of her mother prodding and pushing them towards gentleman who they had little interest in, she now was encouraging matches for Jane and Mary that they would be very happy to accept.

"Come, Jane, let us join Charlotte. I believe old Mrs. Crane is telling her the story of her chickens again. Poor Charlotte looks desperate to be rescued."

They both laughed when a great look of relief crossed Charlotte's face when she caught sight of the sisters moving her way. She politely excused herself from Mrs. Crane. As she hugged Lizzy in greeting, Charlotte whispered 'thank you'.

The trio moved to an unoccupied area and began to catch up.

"Well, my dear friends, how have you been since I have seen you last? I must say that I am very pleased to see you finally out again Jane."

"Thank you Charlotte. It is good to be among friends again. Although Lizzy did keep me well-entertained while I was ill."

Charlotte and Jane smiled at Lizzy and found that she was subtly scanning the room. Charlotte wondered at her friend's preoccupation but continued to speak with Jane.

"My mother told me how you were saved by Mr. Bingley. How lucky that he came upon you both and was able to assist you home. What an exciting tale! It will be a lovely story to tell your children." Charlotte teased.

"Oh Charlotte! You are incorrigible. I am thankful that Mr. Bingley was there though." Jane replied.

"Perhaps one day I will receive all of the romantic details but I will stop pestering you for now." Charlotte replied and then turned to find Elizabeth once again glancing towards the door.

"You appear to be looking for someone Lizzy. Tell me, has a soldier already captured your heart?" Charlotte teased.

Elizabeth blushed and quickly replied.

"No, no…I was only trying to find a familiar face. My aunt will be in raptures over her card party being such a crush."

Charlotte decided to have mercy on her and allowed the subject change.

"Yes, I'm sure that you will both have a great deal of admirers by the end of the evening. There is a new soldier who just signed on to the militia and arrived yesterday. He is here tonight and caused quite the sensation."

"Have you met him yet?" Jane enquired.

"Yes, and I will be sure to introduce you both to him. I believe that Mr. Wickham rivals Mr. Darcy in looks and Mr. Bingley in amiability."

"Then I am very thankful to find he is only a soldier. It would be fearsome indeed if one gentleman had looks, personality as well as several thousands pounds a year!" Lizzy whispered.

They laughed loudly at this until suddenly Charlotte stopped and stated, "And here is your Mr. Bingley now, Jane."

Elizabeth turned towards the door and saw Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy greeting her aunt and uncle. Once Mr. Bingley caught sight of Jane, he made his way to her as quickly as possible while still politely greeting his other neighbors along the way. Mr. Darcy followed behind him.

"Not yours, indeed. Jane, see how he immediately comes this way. Well done. I look forward to wishing you joy in the near future." Charlotte whispered as they watched Bingley cross the room.

"Hush Charlotte. Poor Jane will surely die from such talk. It is a good thing that her blush only increases her beauty." Lizzy whispered back just before Bingley was before them.

Jane was certainly embarrassed by her sister and friend's teasing; however, all of that was washed away as she began conversing with Mr. Bingley. Soon, the pair headed to the refreshment table and then sat by the fire to continue talking.

Mr. Darcy had remained with Elizabeth and Charlotte.

"Good evening ladies. I apologize that my friend has broken up your group. I hope that you will accept me as a poor substitute."

"Not at all Mr. Darcy. As Charlotte, Jane and I have been friends for all of our lives, it is refreshing to allow new friends into our circle occasionally." Elizabeth replied.

"Then I shall do my best to contribute to the frivolity of the evening so as to not make your gracious offer of friendship a source of regret for you, Miss Elizabeth."

The look that passed between the two at this gave Charlotte pause. Perhaps fortune was shining upon both of the eldest Bennet sisters. Seeing that her presence was superfluous, Charlotte excused herself to speak with another neighbor.

"Are you very fond of cards, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Not particularly. I do enjoy a game now and then; however, my youngest sisters greatly enjoy it so I am often called upon to complete a table. I would venture a guess that you excel at cards sir."

Darcy was slightly taken aback by her flattery since it was not normally forthcoming from her. As he saw the arch of her brow, he realized that she was most likely teasing him. He decided to take the bait.

"Pray, why would you believe that Miss Elizabeth?"

Slightly leaning in, Lizzy conspiratorially responded.

"Well, sir, such taciturn individuals as ourselves must gravitate towards those activities that require the least amount of social interaction. It is perfectly acceptable for one to remain silent while concentrating on a card game."

"An ideal situation, indeed, especially for those of us who have such personality traits; although, I must disagree with you on one point."

"And what is that sir?"

Darcy leaned in a bit farther and lowered his voice before answering.

"Spirited, intelligent women such as yourself could never be entitled 'taciturn'."

Elizabeth could feel a blush creep from her neck to her face.

"I am quite parched, Mr. Darcy. I believe I will have another glass of punch before the games begin."

"Please, allow me to fetch you a glass. I will return in a moment."

Darcy quickly moved toward the crowded punch table on the other side of the room.

Elizabeth was trying to calm her nerves when she heard someone approach behind her. She turned in time to be caught in the gaze of two piercing blue eyes. They belonged to a very handsome gentleman who cut a fine figure in a red coat.

"Elizabeth, I'd like to introduce you to two of the new officers. This is Lieutenant Denny and his friend, Lieutenant Wickham, who just arrived to the militia yesterday." Charlotte said.

"Miss Elizabeth." Lieutenant Denny bowed.

"Enchanted." Lieutenant Wickham raised her hand and bowed over it as if he would kiss it but then thought better of it and straightened up to continue speaking.

"I have had the pleasure of meeting your younger sisters earlier tonight. What luck that I arrived in time to attend such a party."

"Yes, I believe the whole of the neighborhood is here tonight. How do you find our little village, Lieutenant Wickham?" Elizabeth asked.

"I like it very much. How could I not when introduced to so many kind people and such beautiful young women?" He responded with a stunning smile. Elizabeth could not help but blush again. Fearsome indeed, she thought.

When she glanced back up at Lt. Wickham, she was surprised to see that the smile upon his face had been replaced by a look of poorly contained terror.

"Miss Elizabeth, I have returned with your punch."

Elizabeth was startled to hear Mr. Darcy. She turned to find that, unlike the whitish hue upon Wickham's face, Mr. Darcy's was red. Although he held out the glass of punch to Elizabeth, his narrowed eyes were trained on Wickham. The tension within the group was palpable.

"Darcy, it is good to see you again." Wickham said in just above a whisper.

Darcy barely inclined his head in acknowledgement of Wickham's greeting. Then, he turned back to Elizabeth and Charlotte.

"I am afraid that urgent business calls me back to Netherfield. Enjoy your evening, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Lucas."

And then he was gone.

Chapter 12

Posted on 2011-06-03

I am a fool, Darcy thought as he paced in his room at Netherfield. To leave her unprotected in HIS company? What was I thinking? Darcy had been unable to calm his thoughts since he returned from the card party hours ago. He knew that it was deplorable to have left Elizabeth…well, all of the young ladies, with such a cad; however, he could not control the fury that he felt upon seeing Wickham again.

He wished to never set eyes on the dog again; however, he could not, in good conscience, leave and allow Wickham to impose upon the young women of this town. Darcy knew that it would only be a matter of time before Wickham would set his sights on one of the reputed beauties of the village. His anger again at a boiling point, Darcy made a decision. He had covered for his father's favorite long enough. At first light, he would make a visit to the regiment encampment and speak with Colonel Forster. Darcy would be sure that Wickham was not free to practice his usual pastimes.

A few days after the card party, Elizabeth was still puzzled over the strange departure of Mr. Darcy that evening. After he left, there was an awkward silence among the group until Lt. Denny asked Wickham how he knew Mr. Darcy. Wickham's reply was simply, "We were childhood friends." Before any further enquiry could be made, he politely excused himself and left the party early. Elizabeth wondered at the cold greeting between men who claimed to be childhood friends. What could it mean?

Mr. Bingley arrived that day to announce that he would be holding a ball. He wanted to personally invite the Bennet's. All of the ladies met this announcement with much excitement; however, when he shyly turned to Jane and requested her hand for the first dance, Mrs. Bennet was ready for her smelling salts.

The commotion jolted Mary & Mr. Collins from their discussion on last Sunday's sermon. Once Mr. Collins had properly thanked Mr. Bingley for his notice and condescension in including the humble parson in the family's invitation, he turned to Mary and made a great show of requesting her hand for the first set. Mary's face reflected the shock that she felt upon hearing his request. She had rarely been asked to dance at the assemblies and never for the first dance. With a demure smile, she accepted.

That evening, Jane and Elizabeth asked Mary to join them in their bedroom before they retired for the evening. The elder two sisters then discussed Mr. Bingley's many fine attributes and his gracious invitation to the ball. Mary was a little intimidated by her sisters; however, at the mention of Mr. Collins' obvious interest in her, she confided that she was terribly nervous.

"How shall I act? What shall I wear? I have never been so singled out in my life and though I am very pleased, I cannot help but feel that I will disappoint."

"Dear one, you will do very well. Lizzy and I will help you with your hair and the gown that Aunt Gardiner sent you from London will be beautiful." Jane said in an attempt to calm her fears.

"Yes, and I would not worry yourself regarding your dancing skills. Mr. Collins profession must prohibit him from attending a vast amount of balls. I'm sure that you will be perfectly comfortable paired with him."

It was difficult for Lizzy to refrain from smiling as she said this in the kindest tone possible. The thought of Mr. Collins trudging awkwardly across a dance floor was enough to make her laugh; however, she would not since it would surely offend Mary.

Lydia and Kitty suddenly barged into the room and cut off Mary from replying.

"Oh la! I cannot wait for the ball! I'm sure that my feet will be sore for days after all of the dancing I will do. It will be difficult to choose which of the officers I will dance with since there are too many to accommodate." Lydia said.

Kitty rolled her eyes and then flopped on the bed next to Jane.

"Yes, well you are a bit behind since Jane and Mary have already secured partners for the first dance." Kitty said with a smile.

"I am sure that once I go into Meryton tomorrow, I will have scores of officers ready to request a dance. Lizzy, you should come along with Kitty and I tomorrow. It would not do for the rest of us to have partners while you have to sit down the first set. Although, perhaps Kitty will join you." Lydia added with a laugh.

"Thank you so much for your offer Lydia; however, I do not wish to go to Meryton solely to 'fish' for a dance partner. I believe I will take my chances on what fate brings my way just as I have always done."

Still angry over Lydia's comment, Kitty responded with a devious look, "Perhaps Mr. Wickham will ask for you to dance Lizzy. I saw you speaking with him before he rushed off from the card party."

Her comment had the desired effect. Lydia immediately perked up and looked indignantly at Lizzy.

"Oh no! Do not chase after Mr. Wickham for I have already set my sights on him. If you had not scared him away from Aunt Philips, then he certainly would have sat down at my card table. He was very attentive to me when we were introduced."

Kitty again spoke up, "No more attentive than he was to Mariah and I! We were all introduced at the same time Lydia and he bowed over all of our hands."

"Yes, but I could tell that he wished to kiss MY hand and would have if Mama had not moved our way."

"Well, I am glad that he did not Lydia. We only made his acquaintance that evening." Mary finally said with a look of exasperation.

Once the younger girls left the room, Jane and Elizabeth readied for bed.

"Fear not, Lizzy. I am sure that you will be dancing the first set." Jane whispered.

"Yes, perhaps Mr. Collins has a relative that he could summon to the ball for me."

They both laughed and then drifted to sleep. Although, it was not a large, fumbling man dancing with Lizzy in her dreams. Her dream partner was as graceful as he was tall.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke earlier than usual and decided to extend her morning walk to Oakham Mount. Although, she would not admit it to her sisters, she was just as excited at the prospect of the ball.

Since she started mixing in society, she had the occasional admirer or two. However, no man had ever held her interest long. She was normally comfortable in a crowd and meeting new people but it was rare that she found someone who she could openly share her real opinions with.

She sat on an old log that she had long since decided was the best seat in the land. Not for its comfort but for the fantastic view it afforded. As she stared at the sunrise on the horizon, Elizabeth was pensive. Now that it seemed Jane had found her match as well as Mary, Elizabeth was a bit wistful wondering what was in store for her life.

"Good morning, Miss Elizabeth."

Lizzy almost didn't hear the words since they were spoken so gently. She turned to address the newcomer.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Darcy. You are up quite early, sir."

"No more than yourself, I see." Darcy replied as he approached her.

After a slight bow and curtsy, they both turned back towards the sunrise. After a few moments spent just appreciating the spectacular scene unfolding before them, Elizabeth spoke again.

"I trust you approve of the view."

"Quite magnificent." He replied.

"Yes, I have been climbing this hill since my childhood and the view never fails to inspire me."

After a few more moments had passed, Darcy could no longer wait to ease his conscience.

"Miss Elizabeth, I must beg your pardon for my swift departure from your aunt's card party. Truly, I had not intended to leave so soon; however, it could not be avoided."

She stared up at him a moment before replying to this. With her brow slightly arched, she said, "Yes, it is unfortunate that business called you away while you were in the midst of enjoying the party. Perhaps the conversation was not quite stimulating enough to warrant more of your time?"

Darcy was caught off guard at this retort since he fully expected her to politely accept his apology and speak no more of the incident. However, when she finally smiled at his stunned look, he realized that she was teasing him again.

He moved a bit closer to her and said softly, "Your conversation is always enjoyable and stimulating."

Unable to maintain eye contact with him after this response, Elizabeth looked out to the horizon again before continuing.

"It appears that you and Mr. Wickham have a long acquaintance, sir."

She had hoped to discover more of the story that led to such an odd greeting between the two men. However, Darcy's reaction was not what she expected.

"You take an eager interest in a man whom you only met briefly at a card party, Madam." Darcy ground out between clenched teeth.

Elizabeth was so stunned by such a comment that she could only stare at him in disbelief. When she finally found her voice, it was to sharply respond.

"Not at all sir. I only wondered that you did not have more to say to a childhood friend. I apologize if I offended you. I believe I will return home."

Elizabeth quickly bobbed a curtsy and turned on her heel down the hill. She had only taken a few steps, when she heard him call her name.

"Miss Elizabeth, please!"

She paused but did not turn to face him again.

"I apologize again. I had no right to question you. I can only wonder what tales Mr. Wickham decided to share with you that night. I would hope that you know my character well enough to disregard his lies."

At this, Elizabeth finally faced the gentleman again.

"Mr. Darcy, the only thing that Mr. Wickham said after you left was that you were childhood friends. He followed in your footsteps and departed the party early."

"I see."

"Also, I would hope that you, sir, would not think me so gullible to believe every new morsel of gossip that passes through a regiment of soldiers."

His face softened in hearing the indignation and anger in her response.

"Of course not. Again, I must apologize. I did not intend to offend you."

His voice turned serious once again as he continued.

"Mr. Wickham and I parted ways on bad terms. Although I cannot share the details of our history, I could not call myself a gentleman if I did not warn you to be on your guard. He is not to be trusted."

"Thank you sir. I shall heed your advice." Elizabeth responded. His words had caused her to wonder even more of the mystery surrounding their past. However, she did not wish to vex him by asking for further explanation.

"Well, I believe I must be returning home now. My mother is surely expecting me."

"If you could spare me one moment more, I'd like to ask you something."

Elizabeth was intrigued by this and wondered if it again dealt with Mr. Wickham. When she nodded her head in response to Darcy, he appeared a bit nervous.

"If you are not yet engaged, I would like to request your hand for the first set at Bingley's ball."

"I would normally tease you that I certainly could not be engaged for the first set yet since we only received the invitation yesterday. However, since two of my sisters are already promised for the first dance, I do not believe that it is too unbelievable that I might also have a partner. Luckily, in this case, I do not. Thank you, I would be honored to dance with you sir."

The relief was evident on his face at her response.

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth. I will be looking forward to it."

At that, she finally started down the hill to return home. Elizabeth was thankful for the cool morning air hoping that her blush would fade before she reached Longbourn.

Chapter 13

The days leading up to the ball at Netherfield flew past in a whirlwind of preparations. Finally, the morning of the ball arrived and all in the Bennet household were filled with excitement over the evening to come.

Shortly after breakfast, Lizzy and Jane returned to their room to finalize which ribbons would adorn their hair. When they descended again, they were met with an unusual sight. Mrs. Bennet, Kitty and Lydia were huddled together beside the closed doors of the parlor, giggling.

"What is this?" Lizzy asked quietly.

Mrs. Bennet was about to respond when the doors suddenly opened. The women turned with wide eyes at being caught; however, Mr. Collins stood with such a look of happiness that all other concerns were forgot.

"My dear family. I am very pleased to inform you that your beloved sister Mary has made me the happiest of men this morning by consenting to be my wife."

Mary quietly came forward from the parlor and took Mr. Collins' hand.

"Praise the Lord for that!" cried Mrs. Bennet as she began to shower the couple with her congratulations. The remaining sisters quickly added their own sentiments. Mr. Collins excused himself to meet with Mr. Bennet in his study while the women returned to the parlor.

Elizabeth had never seen Mary more content than she appeared to be at that moment with their mama showering her with attention and approval.

By the time Mrs. Bennet's enthusiasm died down, it was time to prepare for the ball. This was no small feat considering the house contained five daughters and only one ladies maid.

Netherfield Hall was surrounded by magic. The skies were clear and adorned with stars just as Netherfield was decorated with blazing lanterns and music flowing from within. The Bennet's arrived and were greeted by their host who appeared even more jovial after their arrival, if such a thing was possible. Elizabeth and Jane slowly walked into the ballroom and, as they were appreciating how lovely it looked, were joined by Charlotte.

"I believe you have already had quite an exciting day. I must find Mary and congratulate her."

"My, word of an engagement certainly flies quickly." Lizzy laughed.

"Of course it does. What else is there to discuss?" Charlotte teased back.

The three friends conversed until Elizabeth noticed that the room had become quiet. As she looked around, she saw that all eyes were on their little party. She was surprised to see that Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had joined them without her realizing it.

"Miss Bennet, are you ready to open the ball?" Mr. Bingley asked Jane with a glowing smile.

Jane took his arm and walked to the center of the room.

"Shall we, Miss Elizabeth?" Mr. Darcy asked with his hand extended.

As she walked with him, Elizabeth could not help but blush at the attention that the rest of the room was giving her and her dance partner. She should not have been surprised. Mr. Darcy was normally a handsome man but was absolutely striking when formally attired. She had also only informed Jane that Mr. Darcy had requested the first set. She could feel her mama staring at her they walked past towards the dance line up.

The dance commenced. Her confidence had yet to return as Mr. Darcy gently took her hand to follow the steps.

"I hope that you are well this evening, Miss Elizabeth."

"Yes, quite well, thank you."

After silently following the flowing movements of the dance, Elizabeth spoke again.

"How is your sister, Mr. Darcy? Still enjoying her time with your aunt, I hope?"

He seemed to relax a bit at the topic and responded.

"She is very well, thank you for asking. I believe she is exhausting my aunt with her insatiable appetite for shopping. Her last letter was full of her recent purchases for the upcoming holiday season."

"Yes, I can believe that shopping in Town for the holidays would be pleasant. Will she join you here for Christmas?"

His smile faltered a bit at that.

"No, that will not be possible."

"Then, you will be celebrating with her in Town?"

He met her eyes and his face softened as he replied.

"My plans are not yet fixed. I may remain here to celebrate with… Bingley."

His eyes never left her own and she finally glanced down as they continued to follow the steps. When their dances ended, Mr. Darcy led her back to her parents. They chatted for a few moments and Elizabeth shared some of her childhood holiday memories. They both laughed when she spoke of her ongoing anger toward St. Nicolas one year since she did not receive the gray pony that she had hoped for.

As he was bowing over her hand, he glanced up and asked, "Are you available for the supper set, Miss Elizabeth?"

She was so caught up in the feeling of him softly holding her hand, that all she could do was nod in response.

"Until then." And he turned to leave their party.

"Oh Lizzy! I knew that you could do it! Imagine, 10,000 a year! Mary is as good as married, Jane will be shortly and now you have caught the attention of Mr. Darcy! Why, he's as good as a lord!"

"Mama, hush please." Elizabeth was mortified that her mother spoke such nonsense so loudly. Her mother just patted her hand and quickly made her way to Lady Lucas to share her great fortune.

The evening of dancing continued and Elizabeth did not lack for partners. Her dances with Mr. Bingley were full of jokes and discussing a favorite of both of them, namely Jane. John Lucas and Lieutenant Denny were also pleasant partners. She was less thrilled with her dance with Mr. Collins; however, he would soon be her brother and she made the effort to restrain her laughter.

Throughout all of these dances and conversations, she found that her mind did not stray far from her first partner of the evening. Occasionally, she would be thinking about him holding her hand and her fingers would begin to tingle. Each time she looked out into the crowd as she danced and spotted his tall figure, she found that his eyes were already upon her.

Finally, it was the supper dance. Mr. Darcy once again led her to the dance floor.

"You must forgive me Miss Elizabeth."

"For what could you require forgiveness, sir?" Elizabeth asked with a puzzled expression.

"I only just realized that I have yet to tell you how beautiful you look this evening. Please forgive my tardiness."

Elizabeth blushed crimson at his compliment.

"Have you enjoyed your evening so far?"

"Yes, I have. It has been a delightful ball. And you, Mr. Darcy, are you enjoying the evening? I noticed that you have not danced much."

He smiled at this statement. Elizabeth realized too late that she just acknowledged watching his movements throughout the evening.

"I am not a great dancer, Miss Elizabeth. However, I can say that I have thoroughly enjoyed all of the dances that I did join tonight."

He looked into her eyes again and began to say, "You must know…"

Elizabeth could feel her pulse speed up and saw nothing but his eyes starting back at her. Before he finished his sentence, something appeared to catch his eye behind her. His face registered shock and then what looked like pain before becoming a mask of indifference.

Before Elizabeth could ask what was wrong, the music ended and the couples began making their way out of the ballroom into the great room for dinner.

"I apologize but you must excuse me." Darcy stated in a distant voice and he left Elizabeth in the middle of the dance floor completely confused.

She was so stunned by his sudden departure, that she only barely registered Bingley's voice not far away.

"Caroline! I am so glad that you were able to make it!"

Chapter 14

Lizzy seemed to be in a fog as dinner progressed. By the time her shock at Darcy's abrupt departure had worn off, the first course of dinner was already being served. She slowly made her way to the table alone to take a seat across from her sister Jane. Mr. Bingley made the introductions between the Bennet sisters and his sisters and brother-in-law. Elizabeth now chanced a look at the elegant woman named Caroline. It was easy to do since there was an empty seat between them.

Caroline was elegant and beautiful and appeared less than thrilled with her current dinner companions. She barely deigned to acknowledge Jane and Lizzy before immediately turning back to Charles.

"I apologize for our late arrival Charles. We were delayed at our last stop and then needed to refresh ourselves a bit."

"No need for apologies, Caro, I'm just glad that you are here at last. I am sure that Netherfield will be much improved now that you are able to provide a woman's touch. Miss Bennet and I were just discussing that a house is not complete without a Mistress to care for it."

Caroline narrowed her eyes as she saw the look that passed between her brother and Jane.

"Yes, well, it is good that I have arrived in time…to provide assistance, that is."

She took a sip of wine and then continued.

"Where is Mr. Darcy this evening, Charles? I know of his aversion to dancing but I'm surprised not to see him at dinner."

Bingley look a bit confused and then looked to Elizabeth.

"I do not know where he has escaped to. Miss Elizabeth, did Darcy mention anything during your dance? I expected him to join you at dinner since you were partnered last."

This statement garnered the attention of both Bingley's sisters as they turned to Elizabeth with scrutinizing stares. She was determined not to appear affected and raised her head to respond to Mr. Bingley.

"No, sir. Mr. Darcy did not say where he was off to."

As she continued to focus on her plate, Elizabeth could feel Caroline's eyes upon her.

Jane broke the silence by asking Caroline how she had enjoyed her time in London. The conversation carried on from there until the last course was served and the ball continued.

As the Bennet family left in the early hours of the morning, the occupants of the coach were still full of the events of the evening. The newly engaged couple feeling secure and hopeful of the future. Two girls full of romantic thoughts featuring men in uniform. A mother pleased yet anxious about her daughters' matrimonial prospects. A father exhausted from making inane small talk with small-minded people. A sweet eldest sister who was delighted to have met her suitor's amiable sisters. So caught up in their own musings, no one noticed the one unusually quiet, melancholy sister who was confused and terrified to acknowledge the pain in her heart.

Two days, it had only been two days since the Netherfield ball yet Darcy felt that a lifetime had past since he held a ray of sunshine in his hand. The moment that his eye caught sight of Caroline, it all came crashing back on him. He retired to his room to escape greeting his soon-to-be-betrothed.

As the weight of his actions settled upon him, he cursed himself. How had he allowed himself to become so infatuated with her? She was nothing but a country gentleman's daughter…no connections, no fortune, to speak of. But he could not forget the sparkle in her eyes as she challenged him while they discussed poetry or the love and concern she had for her sister when she fell ill or the way his skin tingled long after he had relinquished her hand after a dance.

No, he would drive himself mad if he continued to think of her. He must remember Georgiana. He had failed her last summer when he was not vigilant enough to protect her from Wickham so now he must do everything in his power to ensure the happiness of his sister, even if that means sacrificing any hope of happiness of his own.

Yes, it was fortunate that Caroline arrived when she did. He had let things progress farther than he intended to with Elizabeth. Had his actions continued in the same direction then surely expectations would be raised. How different his life would have been had he arrived in Hertfordshire free of this farce of a betrothal.

Darcy had spent the remainder of the evening of the ball drinking away his sorrows in the privacy of his bedchamber. He only ventured to the window to peer out into the night as the last coach was being loaded with its tired occupants.

Now, two days later, he was attempting to pull himself together. He must conquer this weakness and accept his fate.

"Ah, Darcy, I am glad that you have joined us. No early ride again today then? I hope that you are well, my friend. I have never seen you alter your habits so much in the past."

"I am fine, Charles, but appreciate your concern."

"Glad to hear it. Perhaps I could persuade you to join me in London tomorrow? I have a few errands that require my presence in Town but will return in three days time."

Charles' vague comment alluding to some errands caught Caroline's attention.

"Charles, pray what business has you leaving for Town just after Louisa and I have arrived?"

A wide grin spread across his face as Charles turned to answer his sister.

"If you must know, dear sister, I am in need of a special token for someone who has become very dear to my heart."

Louisa gasped but Caroline immediately launched into battle.

"Charles, must you fall in love with every unsuitable maiden in the kingdom? This is ridiculous. Stay here while Louisa and I tend to setting up the household in a more appropriate manner and then we can all return to London next week. I am sure that your 'dear one' will have no trouble finding new prey after you have left for the holidays."

With that scathing remark, she resumed sipping her tea and sent a satisfied smile to her sister.

Charles was astonished by his sister's comments and wasted no time in addressing it.

"I know that I have not always been constant in the past but, truly Caroline, I am certain that this is love. She is an angel! Such a sweet temperament and pure kindness itself. I am determined to make Miss Jane Bennet my wife."

"Jane Bennet? The young woman who sat at our table during dinner at the ball?" Louisa asked.

Before Charles could reply in the affirmative, Caroline cut in.

"The same Jane Bennet who comes from a family with no male heirs of their own and the estate entailed away? I have heard enough of that family of social climbers. Surely you can see that they are only after your money Charles? What claims does Jane have beyond her beauty? Connections? I have heard of none and, believe me, I had to suffer through enough conversation that night with Mrs. Long and Lady Lucas to know the social situation of every person within Meryton!"

Louisa laughed at this while Caroline turned an exasperated look toward Darcy.

"Mr. Darcy, you have been with Charles these many weeks. What is your opinion on the matter? Certainly you agree that he can make a much better match than a penniless daughter of a country gentleman?"

Darcy was stunned to hear his own words repeated by one he loathed.

"I would not attempt to counsel Bingley on matters of the heart, Madam."

He thought that his response would put Caroline in her place but she just smiled at his words and then continued to discourage her brother from making a rash decision.

"Charles, you know that Louisa and I only want your happiness. But, you are acting so hasty. You have only known this girl a short time. I truly believe you will benefit from time away to think clearly about this important decision."

As Caroline, Louisa and Hurst exited the breakfast room; Darcy could see that her words had hit their mark with Bingley. He appeared deep in thought so Darcy also left the room.

"Mr. Darcy, would you join me in a stroll about the garden?"

Darcy was not surprised that Caroline was waiting to intercept him as he left the breakfast room. He had been avoiding her at all costs since her arrival. Unfortunately, it appeared she would have her say at last. He nodded his head as they moved toward the doors.

Once they had walked a sufficient distance from the house, Caroline began.

"I was sorry that we were unable to dance at the ball when I arrived. It was quite heartless of you to disappear like that."

He chuckled at her acting the victim.

"My apologies, Madam, but I was suddenly unable to enjoy the festivities." He ground out between his teeth.

She seemed taken aback by the harshness of his response.

"I see that you have yet to embrace the change in our relationship. It is no matter. I know that you will uphold your end of the deal. Regarding that, I need you to return to London with me next week. There are several functions during the holiday season that I would like to attend and I believe it is the perfect time to begin our public courting."

Darcy absent-mindedly nodded. He knew that his time away from her was short. That would be one benefit once this wedding took place. He could then stay away from her as much as he pleased. Caroline's next comment drew his full attention.

"I also need you to convince my brother to return to London for the holiday season."

"I see no reason to do any such thing."

"You will do as I ask. Would you have him throw himself away on a nobody? I did not work this hard to raise our status to have Charles throw it all away for a beautiful face. Tell him that as the head of our family, he must consider MY matrimonial prospects when making such a decision. Do what you must but ensure that he returns to London and stays there."

With that, she turned back to the house and did not spare him a backwards glance.

Bingley decided to delay his errands until the following week so that he could join his sisters and then return to Netherfield on his own. The night before the entire household was to depart for London, Bingley and Darcy were together in the study.

Bingley had been second-guessing himself ever since Caroline had made her displeasure known about his choice in wife. He was anxious for Darcy to give his opinion on the matter but he had been resolutely tight-lipped on the subject. Bingley decided to ask once more for his friend's counsel.

"Come, Darce, tell me if you think that I'm being selfish in my choice. Caroline and Louisa have both said that I would be marrying low and even hurting Caroline's prospects by making a match with Jane. Do you agree? I just can't imagine my life without her. I know that this has happened quickly but I truly have lost my heart to her."

Charles appeared bereft at the thought of giving Jane up. Darcy had refrained from making comment due to Caroline's staunch opposition to the match. However, after hearing the heartbreak in his friend, he could no longer hold his tongue. His anger at his own situation as well as the pain Caroline was inflicting on her brother bubbled to the surface. He quickly drained his glass and turned to his friend with fire in his eyes.

"Bingley, if you truly love Miss Bennet then do not allow anyone or anything get in the way of making her your wife!"

Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Also, do not concern yourself with Caroline's prospects. I have a feeling that they are quite good regardless of your decision in this matter."

Bingley was stunned at his friend's vehement comments. He was momentarily confused by the second statement but was so relieved to have support in his decision that he could not help but smile in relief.

"Thank you, you are a good friend Darcy. Are you sure that you won't join me when I return to Netherfield? I would be happy for the company for the holidays since my sisters are set on celebrating in Town this year."

With a sullen look, Darcy replied, "No, I will unfortunately be otherwise engaged."

Chapter 15

Elizabeth and Jane strolled through the shops at Meryton searching for a few more trinkets for their younger sisters. Christmas was upon them and their spirits were lifted as the joyful holiday approached.

In the past month, the Bennet household had been eventful. Mr. Collins had left for Hunsford to inform Lady Catherine de Bourgh of his impending nuptials as well as to prepare for the arrival of his bride. He would return to Longbourn on Christmas Eve and the wedding would take place before the New Year.

Mr. Bingley had returned from Town, as promised, after just 3 days and immediately arrived at Longbourn to request the privilege of courting the eldest Miss Bennet. Although this news was not a surprise, everyone was pleased for Jane.

Now, with only a few days before Christmas, Jane and Lizzy were completing their errands before their Uncle and Aunt Gardiner arrived this evening from Town. Jane had been so wrapped up in her own happiness that she had only just realized how reserved and quiet Lizzy had been recently. As they walked back towards home, she decided to broach this subject.

"Are you well Lizzy? You have not seemed yourself of late."

"Hmmm", Lizzy barely responded.

"Come, Lizzy, won't you confide in me? What has happened to cause you such sadness?"

After a long pause, Elizabeth finally answered with a small smile to Jane.

"Perhaps I am already pining the upcoming loss of my dearest sister."

"Oh, Lizzy. You know that we shall always remain close."

Jane leaned over to hug her sister and then whispered, "And do not believe for a moment that you have fooled me. I know that there is something darkening the light in your eyes. However, I shall be patient and just say that I will be here whenever you are ready to speak of it."

With that said, the sisters continued home in a companionable silence.

Meanwhile in London…

"Richard!"

"Why, hello to you too Georgie-girl! I am glad to see that someone has enough holiday cheer to welcome me."

He gently hugged his young cousin and then looked about the room.

"And where is your brother this evening?"

Georgiana's face fell a bit and then she quietly answered as she sat down again.

"He is at the theatre. With Miss Bingley and the Hursts."

"Ah, then Bingley has already returned from his new home in the country. I am surprised that he did not wish to celebrate there this year; however, London does have its share of holiday amusements."

"No, you are mistaken cousin. Mr. Bingley remains at his new home, Netherfield, in Hertfordshire."

Colonel Fitzwilliam appeared puzzled at this.

"Truly? Then why would Darce spend the evening with that…I mean, with Bingley's sisters? I probably should not speak so in front of you Georgie-girl, but surely you know that your brother only tolerates Bingley's sisters company for his friend's sake."

"Will ESCORTED Miss Bingley to the theatre!" Georgiana finally said exasperatedly.

Richard did not recover from his shock before Georgiana continued.

"I only mention this because you yourself just stated his aversion to Miss Bingley. I don't understand it Richard. Will has not been himself since he returned from Hertfordshire. And he has recently escorted Miss Bingley to several functions even though I know that he has been miserable doing it. Has he perhaps mentioned anything to you?"

Richard shook his head as he considered what his cousin could be up to. He made up his mind to question him as soon as possible.

"Well, I am sure that Darce has his reasons."

"Do you think that he is still angry with me?" She said in a small voice.

"Not at all, Georgie-girl. Your brother and I are inordinately proud of you. I am sure it is some boring bit of business troubling him. Do not worry yourself, my dear."

Georgiana sighed and stood.

"I will try. Now, if you will excuse me a moment, I will inform Cook that you will join me for supper. You will join me for supper, won't you?"

Richard smiled and responded, "Of course I will. In fact, if you do not mind, I believe that I shall even stay a few nights."

"Oh, I'm so glad. I'll be sure that you're regular room is prepared as well then."

Georgiana quickly left the room.

Later that night, Colonel Fitzwilliam sat in the study enjoying another glass of Scotch as he pondered Darcy's recent strange behavior that Georgiana had spoken of earlier in the day. He had just stood to refresh his drink when he heard noises in the hall. He walked to the door in time to catch Darcy's eye as he removed his great coat.

"Ah, Fitz, I apologize for not being here to greet you earlier. I had an engagement for the theatre tonight."

The Colonel did not respond but continued study his cousin's appearance. Darcy moved towards him and they entered the study. The Colonel filled a glass for his cousin before refilling his own. As he handed Darcy the Scotch, he finally spoke.

"I was shocked to find that you were off at the theatre when you knew that I was to arrive today. I have known you to use a less momentous family event to break a social commitment. Has the great reclusive Darcy recently developed a greater love for mixing with the Ton?"

With downcast eyes, Darcy responded, "Not at all", before finishing his drink.

"Perhaps it is another love then that has drawn you out of your comfortable shell?"

The Colonel had expected his cousin to laugh or at least quickly refute any such thing. When Darcy's only response was to stand to refill his glass, Col. Fitzwilliam was intrigued.

Darcy leaned against the mantle and stared into the fire as he spoke.

"I have been thinking a great deal about how best to help Georgiana overcome this oppressive melancholy that has settled upon her since last summer."

"She seemed perfectly fine this evening. Perhaps a bit more reserved than she once was; however, I believe that with time she will regain her confidence in herself." The Colonel responded somewhat confused by the turn in the conversation. He decided to push his cousin a bit.

"In fact, Georgiana seemed quite concerned over you Darce. It sounds as if you are the melancholy Darcy in the house."

Darcy looked up sharply at his cousin's words.

"What's that? Why would Georgiana be concerned over me?"

"She claims that you have been out of sorts since your trip to Hertfordshire and acting quite out of character. I must say that I agree with her. Tell me, who did you attend the theatre with this evening?"

Darcy's eyes narrowed as he responded, "You know very well that I escorted Miss Bingley or you would not ask such a question."

"Now cousin, you must tell me what has possessed you to spend time with that social-climbing harpy! I know that you have long since kept your distance from her to dissuade any notions of grandeur she might have of joining our family so why would you possibly attend the theatre without her brother to escort her?"

A pained expression crossed Darcy's face before he sighed and put his glass back on the table.

"It is of no importance. It is late, I shall see you in the morning."

"Very well then, good-night. I look forward to revisiting this topic when you are prepared to discuss it. Now, get some sleep Darce, you look fearsome."

They both chuckled and then retired for the night.