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Chapter 48 - Conversation with the repentant

Posted on 2011-10-26

Since returning with their father from Brighton, Lydia had not behaved as her usual conceited self. Even Kitty noted her continued refusal to elaborate of her adventure with the militia and remarked on it in front of their mother.

Mrs. Bennet became annoyed, crying, "Oh but dear Lydia, did you not attend several of the balls with Mrs. Forster? Did you not meet with several of the officers from Colonel Forster's regiment?" Sounding more like a school girl than a mother of five grown daughters, she gushed, "Maybe you were introduced to even more distinguish ones? A Captain perhaps or better yet a Major? Tell us, Lydia."

Kitty added with more enthusiasm, "What are the current fashions begin worn? We must know what is to be expected in the coming season!"

Lydia sighed resigning herself to describe the gowns the ladies wore at balls she attended when first she and the Forsters first came into the seaside town. She spoke of the dances where she partnered with two or three of the officers they knew with an obvious lack of mentioning one particularly handsome one. When Kitty asked about him Lydia spoke of his being seldom at the dances, with Mrs. Bennet putting forth the opinion that the Colonel must have him on important business for the regiment to miss most of the entertainment.

With stories of the officers giving Lydia little pleasure in the retelling, both Jane and Elizabeth exchanged a silent communication of the need to speak of this later that night and asked again about the fashions.

Glad that Lydia did not have such a wonderful time since she herself had not been allowed to go with her on her journey, Kitty smirked without empathy and began to tell her sister of her own knowledge of the goings-on in Meryton including the Misses Hightower disappointed hopes toward Mr. Bingley before they returned to school. At this Jane could only blush.

Their mother admonished her next youngest, saying, "Oh Hush, Kitty. You know how artful those girls can be, especially when they have no chance to gain Mr. Bingley's attention in favor of our Jane."

To this her eldest's blush became more pronounced but she determined to remain silent on the matter.

Lydia had gone to her room quietly when told to without whining about being allowed to remain with the adults. After a reasonable time Jane and Elizabeth each made their way above stairs to their youngest sister's room. Upon knocking, Jane asked admittance and they were allowed in.

"Liddie, are you well?" Jane's concern was apparent in her voice.

"Yes, Jane, I am fine, really, just a bit tired after my return from Brighton," offered Lydia, her hesitations made both her sisters aware of her discomfort.

Elizabeth took hold of her hand and sat beside her on the bed. Jane likewise sat on her other side.

"Lydia, we know that something happened while you were away. Will you not tell us so we may be allowed to aid you?"

"Nothing happened, Lizzy," began Lydia, "At least, nothing to me. I just witnessed…" Here tears began to fall from Lydia's eyes. Elizabeth embraced her while Jane rubbed her back.

Lydia cried, "I thought he loved me, Lizzy. I thought it would be such an adventure to have him charm me and perhaps…admit that he wished for us to elope-"

Jane admonished, "Lydia! You are but fifteen. Why would you wish to marry, to be responsible for a household and soon after, children?"

Wiping her eyes, Lydia sniffed, "I thought it would be a great joke to come back to Longbourn the first married of all my sisters. I never thought of what would come afterwards. Mama would be so proud of me then for having married and so not be a burden for when Papa dies and she and the rest of you are thrown in the hedgerows."

"In the first place, Lydia that will never happen." Elizabeth admonished. Softening her reproof, she added, "What I mean is, that even if Mr. Collins wished to take over the management of Longbourn were Papa to pass, and that will not happen for a very long time, our Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will not allow us to be destitute. He has already spoken to Jane and I about the provisions he has made to allow us to remain either here in Meryton or to purchase a small house in London. "

Jane nodded her confirmation of this to Lydia who then asked, "But then why does Mama think we will live in poverty? Does she not know of her brother's plans to care for us? Has Papa not told her?"

"Yes, she knows, Lydia, but chooses not to acknowledge the fact and so makes all of her daughters believe the worst."

Jane added, "But now you know the truth. Do not be uneasy about the future."

All Lydia could do is nod. Elizabeth touched her chin to make her look up. "Now, back to Brighton, will you now tell us what occurred?"

Again, Lydia nodded. "It was quite late one night, after Harriet and I had returned from an Assembly where we danced with all the officers. Colonel Forster had likewise retired and the house was very quiet. I do not know what woke me from my sleep, a noise I supposed. I got up to pour some water in my glass beside my bed. That was when I heard whispered voices toward the end of the hallway where the Colonel and Harriet's chambers were located. I was curious to see if indeed it was they who were up at this hour. I wondered if something was amiss and silently opened my door to peek out. It was Harriet kissing a man! He was definitely not Colonel Forster! Oh Lizzy, I know my mouth dropped open at the sight of her hands on his back and his around her waist."

"Oh, goodness!" Jane was astounded that Mrs. Forster would behave in such a way and with a guest in residence too.

Elizabeth eyed Lydia, knowing that was not all there was to the story, and asked, "What happened next, Liddie?"

"I did not know what to do, Lizzy! I shut the door and locked it and blew out the candle beside my bed, hoping that neither had heard me. When I got back into bed and covered my face with the sheet, I heard scratching at my door and his whispering to allow him access."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Lydia became indignant. "Of course not! What do you take me for?" At Elizabeth's cocking her eyebrow Lydia blushed, admitting, "Well, before when I thought he cared enough for me to…but after what I saw with him and Harriet there was no way I would let him into my room."

When she turned pale and began to tremble, Elizabeth asked, "Oh, Liddie, he did not give in, did her?"

Lydia shook her head, but whispered, "No! But when I heard him rattling the handle I threw off the bed covers and walked over to where the moon shone in on the door. Oh, Lizzy!"

"There, there," Jane cooed, trying to comfort her little sister.

Elizabeth asked, "Liddie, if he couldn't get in because you locked the door, what had you so frightened?"

Lydia looked up into her sister's eyes and swallowed before she could continue. "I saw a sheet of paper slip under the door. At first, I thought it was a love note, something to explain his behavior. When I stooped to pick it up the key popped out of the lock and fell to the floor right onto the page. Then I saw the paper being slowly pulled back into the hallway with the key upon it. I quickly picked up the key just before the page disappeared again and heard him curse at not being successful at retrieving the key and again began scratching at the door to let him in. After awhile he gave up and left me. Oh, Lizzy, he would have come into my room even though I had locked it to keep him out!"

Hugging her sister again, Elizabeth sighed, "But because of your quick thinking he could not get to you. I am so proud of you, Liddie."

Jane reiterated this with, "You are safe now, Liddie. No one will harm you here."

"I wasted no time, Lizzy. I went to my desk and penned a note for Papa to come for me. I even had it sent express so Papa would get it the same day. He did not take long to retrieve me. I am so glad to be home again." She hugged her sister's neck again and sobbed for awhile longer.

After her sister had calmed, Elizabeth said, "You know who has done this, Lydia. What do wish to do with this knowledge now that you are home again? Do you wish to tell Papa so Colonel Forster might be made aware of his wife's infidelity? Or at the very least warn him that one of his officers is not honorable, thereby protecting other young girls from him?

"Papa knows, or at least some of it, but he is reluctant to publicly accuse him to safeguard my reputation since there is no proof."

Elizabeth nodded, understanding her father's wishes, but then asked, "So, are we to allow this man to go free to perhaps be successful with some other unsuspecting girl? That does not seem right, does it?"

Jane suggested, "Well, in the morning we will go to Papa and asked him what he wants done. Perhaps, between all of us we will come up with a plan."

Lydia nodded again, suppressing a yawn to show how exhausted she was for having this burden now finally lifted from her shoulders. She hugged both her big sisters, saying, "I am so glad to be home to have you both to speak of it."

"We are very happy to listen to you, Liddie. You are our sister and we love you very much."

"I love you too. You won't tell Mama, will you? I do not think she would be as understanding."

"I agree. This will be between us for now."

"Thank you, Lizzy, Jane."

"Good night, Liddie."

Chapter 49 - Incident in the Wine Cellar

Posted on 2011-11-22

Mr. Bingley penned a note to the Bennets announcing that the repairs to Netherfield were complete at last and invited them to again share in his settling into his estate once more. The previous day the Hursts had arrived with Caroline who again resumed the duties of hostess. Having to endure yet another dinner with the Bennets at Netherfield did nothing to improve her disposition, but Caroline was warned by Charles not to allow an uncivil word to pass her lips toward Jane's family, though she was sorely tempted.

Having been given a tour of the newly remodeled kitchens with all the latest wares, Mrs. Bennet began her effusions. "Oh, Mr. Bennet, we must outfit our kitchens with all these latest conveniences!"

Having already heard a similar speech from his own wife, Mr. Hurst muttered, "Oh, here we go,"

Mr. Bennet, being a much older married man, patted his own wife's hand, giving the usual reply of, "Yes, dear," adding for his own benefit, " but perhaps we should wait until the next fire erupts to perchance take our kitchens before we advance to modernize it."

"Oh, Mr. Bennet! How you love vexing me!"

Her spouse smiled. "It is what I live for, my dear," was his acerbic response.

Continuing on as a group, Caroline led them to a portrait gallery that had been newly painted and with the addition of some odd shaped sculptures lining the wall along with several large portraits displayed. She began regaling them about the relative very heavily endowed with facial hair, droning on as though he were a peer. Elizabeth and her father exchanged a look with her brow arching and his eyes twinkling with mirth. Darcy rolled his eyes at Caroline's audacity.

Leaning close, Bingley whispered a request of Darcy who nodded. They then both immediately excused themselves with the promise to return shortly and departed from the rest. Caroline, having full knowledge of the request, motioned for the tour to continue.

Curious as to where the two of the sculpture originated and of what they depicted, Elizabeth unobtrusively managed to lag behind until she finally noted she was quite alone in the gallery. Upon trying to catch up with the rest of her party she went down a staircase she thought they had descended. This managed to only confuse her with labyrinth of yet more halls and stairways. When she turned down a wrong way Elizabeth thought herself hopelessly lost for a second time.

"Oh, bother! Not again!" Standing quietly for a moment she discerned voices in the distance and moved toward them confident that she had found her family once more.

Halting at an open doorway, Bingley said, "I am quite adept at forming the toast, Darcy. However, as you are aware, I did not inherit my father's nose for wine, merely his stock. Seeing how I have yet to hire a servant for that talent, I appreciate you serving in that capacity to discern his best wines and I leave the choices for tonight's repast in your capable hands, if you would not mind."

"Think nothing of it, Bingley. My own father requested the same of me while he lived."

Motioning for Darcy to descend below the set of stairs before them, Bingley retraced his steps to return to his guests, failing to notice Elizabeth nearing them from a seldom used intersecting passageway that had been dimly lit. When Elizabeth entered into the main corridor to find herself alone she stamped her foot in frustration at her foolish misadventure. Gazing about for a servant she heard a noise coming from the darken staircase, wondering if below there was someone who could aid her in finding her way back to the main parlor.

Perhaps they can direct me the correct hallway.

Holding onto the hand rail as a guide, Elizabeth descended, her evening slippers silent on the wooden steps. Alighting at the bottom she allowed her eyes time to adjust. Her other heightened senses led her to the only light where the rattling of bottles in the far corner could be heard.

Rounding the shelves stacked high with wine Elizabeth spied Darcy viewing several bottles, having already picked out five others. Wiping dust off the label, he used the cock screw, left in the cellar for the purpose of decanting the wine, and opened the bottle. Grabbing one of the many glasses on the table used for tasting, he poured a small amount into it, first sniffing, then sipping, swirling it around his mouth before consuming it.*

Even in the dim light available to her Elizabeth could see the blush on Darcy's cheeks. Viewing the table she noticed that all five bottles had been opened and presumably tasted by the man.

Remembering the first time she came upon Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy where they had been partaking in some form of spirits, she never thought of Mr. Darcy as a drunkard. Trying to make herself known without rousing suspension, she deliberately swished her dress skirts against the shelving to alert him of her presence. He looked up, surprised to see her there.

"Miss Bennet. Is there something I can do for you?"

Teasingly, she said, "I seemed to have gotten turned around again amidst the Netherfield maze of hallways and staircases. This is most definitely not the front parlor, is it?"

Her smile led him to almost believe that she knew exactly where she was and what she was about. He had been likewise grateful for Bingley's assignment rather than be forced to listen to Miss Bingley's lecture on the tour. The wine must have dulled his senses for he did not register the danger of their being alone together contrary to her father's wishes for Darcy seemed to focus only merely enjoying her company

Perhaps I can use her expertise to make the final decision as to which wine would be best for tonight.

Somewhat slow of wit from tasting so many wines without sustenance, Darcy motioned her forward. "Bingley requested I select the wine for dinner, which I have pared down to three possibilities. Would you be so kind as to help in making the final decision?"

When she obeyed, coming near the table, he poured a small amount into a second glass and handed it to her. Tasting the fruity flavor, Elizabeth was immediately taken with this first choice. "I like this," she gushed enthusiastically, having never tasted a richer, smooth wine, she chose to finish what was in the glass.

Replacing her empty glass with another, he asked, "And what is your opinion of this one?"

She sipped the second choice, which was equal of the first in quality but seemed to have a greater potency than the previous one. It seemed to make her head swim on her empty stomach.

"Mmmm, this one is very good too, Mr. Darcy. My father has never been one to indulge in the expense of exceptionally good dinner wine, but perhaps when he samples the quality of this one he might change his philosophy."

Elizabeth found herself wishing to continue tasting this one as well for when Darcy tried to remove the glass from her hand to replace it with another, he found her reluctant to release it until she had drained the contents.

By the time Darcy gave her his third choice and she had tasted it, the combination of the three quality wines consumed without benefit of food had definitely affected her equilibrium. She was now a bit tipsy, her cheek quite as flushed as his. Closing her eyes in an attempt to stop the room from spinning, she licked her lips to capture every drop of the wonderful third wonderful tasting wine, but then required taking hold of the firm shelving for a few breaths.

"Oh, this one, Mr. Darcy, is the best of the three by far."

"You(hic)…you are sure which you prefer?"

Darcy swayed toward her, his own head in a swim as he continued speaking, "This is from a wonderful vineyard, and…" He blinked, trying to clear his head, "…the year was a particularly good one…for them…"

He glanced from the bottle to her face, her long eyelashes caressing her blushing cheeks. Suddenly her face became all he could focus on as he watched her tongue lick a drop of the wine. When she licked her lips a second time, he could resist her no longer. He bent his head without thought to the consequences, ready to capture her mouth with his own. When he neared her lips, they smelled of the luscious wine both had consumed.

His lips were but a hair's breath from hers, so enticing that they both lingered. Her response was soft and warm, inviting. Encouraged, his hand found her waist, pulling her close to his person. All he knew in that instant was that he wished to kiss her and never stop. Just before their lips could make contact, both slowly pulled back the merest space to allow each to breathe. The effect was of each warming the other's face.

It was only when he heard her swallow that suddenly all his senses sent alarm signals to his hazy brain, and his eyes opened wide.

After professing to her father that I would never compromise her in anyway…Oh my God, what am I about to do!

When she took a step away, staring up at him in disbelief, he stammered, "I…I…beg your pardon…I should never have…" He swallowed.

Elizabeth, likewise reeling not only from the heady effects of the wine but from his almost kissing her that she had…

…encouraged it by not pushing him away the instant he neared me. Oh, what must he think of me?

The back of her hand came up to cover her mouth to muffle her gasp at what had just happened, and she turned quickly toward the stairs. Intending to flee, she would have broken into a run but for Darcy's hand on her elbow and his quiet but firm voice in her ear, imploring her, "Please, Elizabeth, wait!"

Unable to fathom what next he would say or do at this juncture, Elizabeth gazed into his eyes, frightened with a sudden soberness at their situation that had instantly evaporated the heady effect of the wine. Her still unfocused brain tried to concentrate on what he was saying to her.

"Miss Bennet, if we rush out together someone might suspect and begin to gossip. It would be best for one of us to go before the other, calmly so as not to draw attention."

Elizabeth ran her free hand over her forehead, willing for her mind to function once more. Finally nodding at his logic, mumbled, "Yes…yes, that would be best, Mr. Darcy." Her head was still in such a fog, seemingly incapable of such foresight. She nodded again while trying to extricate her arm from his grasp. "You go first, and after a time I will follow."

Darcy frowned, displeased at leaving her to the consequences should she be discovered alone in the wine cellar where he had been sent. He offered instead, "If anyone should come upon you, you could say that-"

"I will think of something plausible, Mr. Darcy," she finished his sentence with her own forcible reply. Seeing the concern in his eyes, she felt remorse at not wishing to rely on him to rescue her yet again and softened her voice as she added, "You know me well enough by now to acknowledge me capable of devising a believable story." She tried to smile.

Darcy nodded, his voice gently admitting, "Yes, I am well aware of your ability to talk your way out of mischief."

He returned her smile, trying to keep his eyes from her lips, worrying what her father would say of him should he ever found out what had almost occurred. All he could think at the moment was of Bingley informing him that Mr. Bennet was an excellent shot with his rifle. He swallowed.

With a last backwards glance, he started up the steps carrying his burden of bottles he had gathered in a crate to take to one of the footmen to deposit in the dining room. After advancing from the cellar, he rounded a corner and then halted. Out of sight he waited to see what would transpire when Elizabeth emerged.

After some minutes, Elizabeth stole up the cellar staircase, peeking out of the doorway before ascending to the top step. Turning back to gaze down to the cellar, she braced her hand on the door frame when one of Mr. Bingley's scullery maids rounded a corner, startling both. All Elizabeth could think to ask was, "excuse me but where does this stairway lead to?"

The maid replied, "Why 'tis the wine cellar, Miss. The Master has his father's collection stored there."

When Elizabeth nodded her head as though this were new information, with an "Oh," the confused maid asked, "Can I help you, Miss?"

"Yes, you may." A sheepish expression overspread Elizabeth's face as she confessed with a laugh, "I have gotten all turned around, and need your help to set me to rights again. Would you please be so kind as to point me in the direction of the main parlor?"

The young scullery maid smiled, so taken by how this Miss blushed at confessing her predicament, and how sweetly she had asked for help rather than issuing curt and insulting orders as did the Master's sour-faced sister. The maid cheerfully gave Elizabeth simple directions to find her party. Elizabeth thanked her profusely before starting off.

Darcy, still hidden at the corner, smiled, shaking his head. He smiled at Elizabeth's ability to converse so amiably to throw off any suspicion, and continued on his way to free himself of his burden.

Following the maid's directions to lead her to the deserted hallway she soon heard voices up ahead still on tour. Elizabeth halted, brushing dust from her skirts and inspecting her hair for any loose pins before surreptitiously re-joining the group at the back.

Sighing at her success at having no one suspect what had nearly transpired between herself and Darcy while alone in the wine cellar, she could not keep her mind on what Caroline was saying. Her thoughts instead were on Mr. Darcy and the fact that he had almost kissed her, and… She shook her head knowing she would have allowed it! Her cheeks pinked deeper and not due to the wine.

He must despise me for being so wanton.

Vowing under her breath, she would, under no circumstances, partake in any of his wine choices tonight!

They are all far too potent for my sensibilities!

At dinner Darcy seemed no better settled than she. Having trouble keeping up with the conversation Miss Bingley insisted he take part in, ignoring others taking place around the table. Darcy tried to consume a greater portion of breads than was his norm to counteract the effects of the wine. It did not help that all through the meal and the entertainment afterwards by Bingley's sisters performing at the pianoforte, Elizabeth did not raise her eyes to him, nor make any effort to engage him in conversation other than polite replies in passing.

She must think me a rake or worse. I need to speak with her, to apologize.

However, there had been no opportunity to do so before the family departed. This left both with the unresolved issue of their behavior and the reasoning behind it.

That night, Darcy's mind would not let go of the sensation of nearly kissing Elizabeth. Nor when he finally dropped off in slumber would his dreams leave him in peace. Rather, they were filled with visions of her in his bed, willing to engage him in love making. His lips had brought the blush to her cheeks. His hands had caressed her svelte body until she begged that he would complete her. "Yes," he heard himself whisper as his body contorted in preparation for his own completion.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he fairly leaped from the bed, leaning so heavily on the bed curtains they were nearly rent them from the canopy. Dragging in great gulps of raspy air, Darcy had no need to look down at the effects on his body that his dream of having Elizabeth beneath him, naked in his bed had accomplished. The image of her was blazoned in his mind. He moaned.

What has come over you? You are acting as a besotted youth, thinking only of what pleasure could be derived from bedding…Eliz-Elizabeth!

Stumbling to the ewer, he poured the now icy water into the basin and splashed his face several time to give his body relief from his dream. He chastised himself.

She is too young, too poor, too unconnected, too…(he moaned)…too…

With the thought of tasting her lips, delicious was the word that came to mind. Much to his own disgust at admitting it he stomped his foot, trying to talk himself into sense.

There is nothing to be gained from this. She can bring no dowry of any monetary value to a union. She has no connections worth noting. She is no one of import, but… He groaned. How I want her!

Sitting on the bed he wiped his forehead of the excess drops falling from his loose curls and sighed. now with a sudden realization of knowing the feelings Bingley described whenever he espoused himself to be in love.

So, this is how it feels? To no longer have peace of mind or contentment in one's soul when out of her presence?

Darcy realized then that for all his life he must never have actually been in love, not even with any of those whom he had the slightest interest in over the years. Those wistful feelings paled before what he now felt, this deep, all consuming loneliness at the thought of being without her, a yearning so acute as to be painful until gazing once more upon her countenance, a feeling that would brook no denials. He swallowed.

I am…in love…with Elizabeth Benne?.

Thinking then of his family and what they would all have to say should he announce such an attachment, some of whom would be understandably livid, especially after his professing only to a friendship with Elizabeth. Again thinking of her family, and more importantly, her father who had specifically requested he keep his distance rather than give her hopeless encouragement to a match too far above her station, Darcy was reminded of Mr. Bennet's aim with his rifle and moaned, falling back on the mattress, covering his head with the pillow.

Heaven help me!

*The first rule of wine tasting is not to actually consume it. Usually one spits it out before tasting the next wine. Personally, I've tasted home-made wine and found it much more potent that what we bought at the store.

Chapter 50 - Louisa's Frog Revelation

Posted on 2011-12-08

In the morning during breakfast the post came with another letter from Georgiana. Having finished his meal Darcy wished for nothing more than to open it in private to see what news his sister had to say of their family.

Caroline's mock sincerity grated on Darcy's nerves "Is that from Georgiana, Mr. Darcy? Oh, how I long to see her once more!"

Bingley soften the affect with his own request. "Yes, Darcy, surely now that Netherfield is functional again you must invite her to stay if possible."

The men exchanged a glance to communicate that Bingley truly wished that Darcy's family matters were stable enough for Georgiana to make the trip to Hertfordshire.

"Thank you, Charles," began Darcy fingering the letter while wiping his mouth on his napkin and rising to depart. "That is very generous of you and if it is possible I will consider it."

Bingley smiled and then looked over to his brother, asking, "And what of your missive, Hurst? Any news of Louisa?"

"Actually, yes," was Hurst's reply having opened and scanned his missive. "If I may borrow the carriage for the day, I am to London and my townhouse. It seems my dear wife would also like to make an appearance to see the improvements you have finished with the kitchens." At this both men chuckled.

"I see a new kitchen in your future, Hurst."

Guffawing, Hurst mumbled, "You clairvoyance is remarkable, brother. Sounds like a great waste of money if you ask me, to improve on a perfectly good kitchen."

"Well," remarked Darcy as he took his leave, "there are always new and improved ways in this age of mechanization."

Heading for the library where his other correspondence awaited him, Darcy seated himself in the comfortable chair by the window he opened his sister's letter.

Darcy House
London

Dear Fitzwilliam,

Please do not be anxious about Aunt Eleanor as she is well enough now to have Uncle Henry feel easier about them traveling to Matlock in a week. They are to leave to spend the remainder of the year there with the hope of her further improvement. Of course, they have invited me along as they do not wish for me to be alone in London with only Mrs. Annesley as company. Richard still has leave from his regiment to aid his parents but I am not sure for how long. He, too, asked what were my plans for the near future and I was in a quandary to know how to respond. I hope that all is well in Hertfordshire and that Netherfield has not become too oppressive with the additional members of Mr. Bingley's family arriving. From you last letter it seems that you are fairing as well as can be expected but you neglected to say very much about Miss Elizabeth. I do so miss her and wish there were some way to come visit you and her rather than traveling to Matlock, although I would do so should Uncle think I can be of assistance. He states that I have done much to aid our aunt, but I do not see how I can be of more assistance. Please know that I am well and that I miss you.

Your loving sister
Georgie

Darcy set her missive aside as he pondered what he could do for his sister. The threat of Wickham was now gone as he along with his regiment were stationed at Brighton. And he did wish for her to renew her acquaintance with Elizabeth. At that thought a smile broke out on his usual austere face. When had she become Elizabeth to him and not Miss Elizabeth? It had been so long ago now he could barely remember a time when his mind conjured the more appropriate appellation.

After quickly locating Bingley and Hurst in his study with Georgiana's request to receive an enthusiastic affirmative reply, Darcy sat down at the escritoire, determined to write to his sister and his cousin and have them sent out express to arrive in London as soon as may be.

Within a day a reply was received that Richard had to report back to his regiment by week's end but with Mr. Hurst volunteering to accompany Georgiana and her companion, they would soon visit Netherfield. Darcy smiled as he read the news.

Since arriving, Georgiana was treated to Caroline's best behavior of mock sincerity for Darcy's sake. Having already witnessed a true artlessness on the part of Elizabeth and her young cousins while in London, Georgiana was aware of the difference between the two and made up her mind to ignore Caroline as best she could. For her part, Caroline did everything Miss Darcy requested, even to visiting with the Bennets along with her sister, Louisa at Longbourn.

It seemed that fate had conspired to have Mrs. Bennet along with two of her youngest daughters and Mrs. Gardiner running errands in Meryton while visiting with her sister, Mrs. Phillips. This left Jane, Elizabeth and the Gardiner children to entertain the three ladies from Netherfield. Jane served tea in the parlor with the aid of Jenny.

With the entrance of the ladies from Netherfield Jenny curtseyed and then sat on a tuffet next to the fire place. Little Ellie followed her suite with a less than graceful curtsey. Smiling at Georgiana and waving her little hand, Ellie stopped at setting her eyes on the tall lady with a feather growing out of her hat, and merely stared.

After a pause Caroline asked, "Yes? What is it, child?"

Finding her voice, Ellie remarked, "Your dress is pretty."

At first Caroline opened her mouth in a sneer, reprimanding her for using such a simple word to describe the fashion that was the latest style. "Pretty! I had this fabric and pattern imported from Paris, child. The design was especially made to my specifications by the renowned Madame Buffont, the premier modiste. It is not simply pretty, my dear child. It's…exquisite…it's stunning…it's…"

Silence filled the room as all the ladies wondered what Miss Bingley would do next. Little Ellie continued to stare innocently as though hanging on her every word, at which point Caroline could not resist remembering her brother's strictures and accepted the simple compliment. Sipping her tea she replied, "Thank you, child." Georgiana smiled at Ellie.

Just then James bounded into the room, full of excitement. "Look what I found, Ellie!"

At this point he shoved a very large, brown toad under Caroline's nose. "Ugh! Get that thing away from me!"

Ellie, non-plus, laughed, "He's very pretty, James."

Thus encouraged, James shook his head while he plunged his hand into his pocket emerging with a small, green garden snake. "Now this is pretty!"

Both Caroline and Georgiana shrieked, huddling in the corner while Louisa was James' chosen captor who, after plopping the frog in her lap, insisted she pet his snake. "See," he added, "He's not slimy like the frog, is he?"

Louisa closed her eyes, trying to imagine anything other than having her hand in contact with the small, wiggling creature all the while trying her best not to scream and frighten those still remaining in the room.

Her voice quivered as she asked James, "M-M-Master James, I-I-I…t-thank you for such a r-rewarding experience, but perhaps there are others who might a-a-appreciate the wonders of the natural world as you do."

Jane squeaked her reprimand, "James, would you mind taking your menagerie out into the sunlight now?"

"Yes, yes, please do!" Mrs. Hurst was in near hysteria.

"James," rose Elizabeth's calm but firm voice in gentle admonishment as she re-entered the room after requesting more tea for the ladies. "I know how much you care to show them off, but I also know your mother has rules regarding God's creatures in the house."

Hanging his head and looked rather sheepishly at Elizabeth's chastisement, he muttered, "Yes, Cousin Lizzy."

He gently placed his snake back in his pocket and took his toad from Mrs. Hursts' lap.

Ellie, standing nearby, asked, "Is this a magical frog like in the fairy tales?"

"NO!" came a chorus of all the ladies to startle Ellie.

Elizabeth's giggle and in a soft voice continued with a serenity that mollified the frightened child. "What the ladies meant to say is that some frogs are magical but not this one, so no kissing him, Ellie."

The little girl smiled, nodding, skipping as she followed her brother out of the room.

Louisa rose from her chair in great agitation. With her hand outstretched, she declared, "I have to go wash my hands. I may even call for a bath to be drawn before I feel clean once more."

Jane replied softly, "I will attend you, if I may," motioning her guest to follow her above stairs.

The remaining ladies cowering in the corner finally gave a collective sigh for having the room 'creature free,' their relief giving over to fits of nervous giggles that both Elizabeth and Georgiana joined in.

Above stairs in the dressing chamber, Jane readied the basin, filling it with water from the ewer. She approached Louisa at the dressing table with a dampened, soapy cloth to rinse her hands.

She tried to apologize for her young cousin, "I am sure James meant no harm with his menagerie. He is ever so proud of his newest acquisitions. I hope he did not upset you terribly."

Louisa, deep in thought, accepted the ministration before she came from her distraction to reply, "Of course not, he merely was enthusiastic in his zeal to show off his newest pets. "

"But he should have asked if you would oblige him before he placed his frog on your lap. I am truly sorry if he frightened you."

"Oh Jane, do not be uneasy. Truly, I was not so very afraid, merely…surprised."

An awkward silence ensued as Louisa watched Jane's gentle sisterly administrations. Suddenly she asked, "Charles never told you why he was delayed in his return to Netherfield?"

Jane expression grew pensive with her acknowledging, "No, no, he did not give more than a vague reply to my mother's query as to the reason for his continued absence from the area."

"And upon that meager explanation you seemed to have accepted his renewed attentions without malice?"

"Yes." Jane's voice was softy.

"But you did not inquire further of him as to his keeping away? Did you not wonder why he had not returned to you when he was expected?"

Jane sighed. "I… did not have need to know if he chooses not to tell me-"

"But you did wish to know what kept him from you, did you not?"

Jane busied herself with the cloth from the basin while trying to form her thoughts in a manner that would not offend. Finally, she avowed, "I knew that should I have required knowing the extent of his reason, and should I have ask him, he would tell me. However, upon his return I found myself content with him again at my side." She added simply, "To harbor doubt as to his ardency would put a pall upon my happiness with his return."

Jane smiled at her seeming amiable friend, and patted her hand. "I am just happy that you are come with him, and that you and Mr. Hurst seem more at ease with each other."

Still agitated, Louisa squeezed Jane's hand, unable to keep from finally confessing, "I was the reason for his delay, Jane." When Jane's stare implying her willingness to listen, Louisa continued, "I had become with child during our sojourn here in autumn.

"That is wonderful news…" Jane's joy was cut short at the dejected look in Louisa's eyes. "Oh, but then, something happened?"

"Yes, during the ride to town. I informed my husband. Reggie was understandably ecstatic but also quite concerned with my welfare."

"Of course he was," placated Jane.

"We had attempted several times before to extend our family only to have me lose the child. He worried that this time might not be different. We managed to arrive at our family home in Scarsbourough, me still increasing. Reggie then became concerned upon my feeling quite ill. He returned with Charles and Caroline to London to inquire after a physician who specialized in problems of this nature. After Charles fulfilled his engagement with the Darcys to the theater, at Caroline's insistence, my entire family returned north to remain with me for the winter. Charles wished to stay with me for the duration, but sometime in late March the inevitable happened and we lost the baby." Tears streaked her cheeks as she cried silently.

"I am so sorry," Jane comforted Louisa as best she could, handing her a handkerchief for her tears.

"While I recovered I insisted that Charles send a letter to his friend informing him of his decision delaying his return to Netherfield, especially after we heard about the fire. Darcy offered to go in his stead. It seemed that he had remained in town during the winter and therefore was nearer to Hertfordshire than Charles at the time. Indeed, my brother refused to leave my side until I assured him of my recovery. I insisted he tell no one of my plight. Neither Reggie nor myself wished to fend off unwanted condolences from acquaintances or strangers who heard the news."

"I quite understand your sentiment, Louisa. You need say no more."

Becoming vexed with Jane's serenity, Louisa insisted, "You must see how conflicted Charles found himself when he returned to you but was unable to relate the true reason for his delay, sending no word to any in the area? It was my fault you felt so abandoned by him, and he could not tell you why! Oh Jane, you must have been terribly hurt thinking him inconstant and must have doubted his resolve when he returned?"

A blush overspread Jane's face as she gazed at her hand resting in her lap. "When he sent no word as to his delay to any of his neighbors, even to my father, I reflected on Caroline's words of his involving himself with Miss Darcy and wishing to further that intimacy with a hope of her being attached to him, and I…"

Louisa's eyes widened at the suggestion that her brother had a tendre for the sixteen year old sister of Mr. Darcy, but she remained silent as Jane continued.

"I will admit to feeling quite foolish in allowing my heart to be touched by one who did not requite my feelings. I tried to keep busy to begin to heal from the acquaintance. However, upon his return and his renewal of attentions to me, I came to realize that only some dire circumstance would have kept him from me, and chose to allow him to keep his confidences if he felt he it was required."

Louisa could not keep herself from embracing her hoped for soon-to-be sister with an affection not dreamed of in her household. "Oh Jane, you are truly the angel that Charles professes. Can you ever forgive me in my insistence to Charles that caused you so much pain?"

At this Jane teased in much the same manner as Elizabeth, stating with a smile, "Now would I be so angelic if I could not render such forgiveness to another of my sex?" Becoming serious, she added, "Truly, Louisa, you had a right to insist upon the confidence of your family. I hold no ill feelings for either of you."

Nodding, Louisa smiled as well, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes.

"Now, do you seriously require a bath after your encounter with James's menagerie? I will attend you should you insist."

Laughing, Louisa shook her head. "If James does not overly worry about contracting warts, then perhaps I will give credence to his superior knowledge and chance that I will safe as well."

"Then, shall we re-rejoin the others below?"

"Yes, let us see what other mischief has developed in our absence."

Later that day when Mr. Bingley came by himself to call on Longbourn he sat on the settee beside Jane. Mrs. Bennet was required by Hill to oversee some last minute changes to the dinner menu, leaving the couple alone.

Bingley stated, "Louisa has informed me that she spoke to you of her time in Scarsbourough over winter."

Jane smile faded as she looked down, only nodding in reply.

He sighed, watching his boot trace a pattern in the carpet. Thinking only of his sister when he stated, "It was a terrible time."

Hearing a gasp, Bingley looked up to see tears forming in his dear Jane's eyes, to suddenly realized his sister was not the only one to endure a hardship of the heart.

Kneeling before her, he took her hands. Squeezing them gently, he whispered, "Oh Janie, I am so sorry for hurting you. How could I be so foolish with your affections. Can you ever forgive such an oaf of a man as I?

The wait seemed interminable for Bingley, but after Jane took a long breath she finally spoke. "Charles, I do forgive you. I think the moment you walked into Aunt Phillips' drawing room that first night of your return my heart felt as though a great weight had lifted from it. Your smile brightened the entire room."

She finally looked to see his blue eyes giving seriously at her.

"Do you require a further explanation for my delay?"

Jane smiled and gazed into his eyes. "No, but you do realize that in future such circumstances would need to be address to avoid the harboring of ill feelings toward the party involved?"

As Bingley analyzed her words, a smile broke onto his face. "I would never again give you reason to harbor such feelings toward that party."

"Indeed?" Jane looked up to him, encouraging him to continue.

Taking her hand, he squeezed it. With a voice shaking with eager enthusiasm and nervous anticipation, he asked, "Miss Bennet, Janie, would you give me the great privilege of forever being by your side, to enjoy all the joys of being your husband? Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I shall cherish you more with each passing day."

Smiling broadly, Jane whispered, "I thought you would never ask! Yes! Of course I will marry you…Charles."

Chapter 51 - The Final Forfeit

Posted on 2011-12-27

Needless to say when Mr. Bingley came to Mr. Bennet asking for Jane's hand followed by her father announcing it to his family, Mrs. Bennet was beside herself with joyous effusions that could be heard as far away as Lucas Lodge. Taking her second breath she declared their need to go to London to purchase her trousseau and wedding gown. She surprised her entire family with her attempts to orchestrate a wedding the likes of which Meryton would never forget.

Mr. Bingley took it all with a smile, which bode well in Mr. Bennet's eyes while Jane's calming influence regulated her mother's nerves most of the time. By the end of the week, however, both were ready for a break. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst came to their rescue with an invitation to tea at Netherfield for Jane and Elizabeth, which they accepted with alacrity.

Mr. Hurst rolled his eyes. He had seen enough of that look Darcy bestowed on the second Miss Bennet a full week now since his arrival in the neighborhood, wondering when the boy was ever going to make a move.

He is slower than my fumbling brother. At this rate Pemberley will be in escrow before the first heir is born.

After tea and crumpets were distributed among the guests and small talk ensued regarding the Bingley/Bennet wedding arrangements with Caroline and Louisa making suggestions as to the guests arriving from town to attend, Hurst saw his opportunity to take matters in his own hand.

Trying to consume a large bite of the last crumpet, he began reeling as though in a fit of apoplexy, but in his case it was a fit of violent choking.

His arm waved in panic, carelessly tipping over the glass of wine onto Caroline's gown. She jumped up to keep the liquid from running into her bodice as she screamed, "You clumsy fool! How could you have been so stupid! Oh!"

Finally finding his voice, he croaked out with difficulty, "So sorry, Caroline, but I am not feeling at all well."

"Of course not!" She glared at him while using the linen napkin to absorb some of the wine from the silk. "How could you be expected to act civilly after years of indulging in drink? I wonder how Louisa tolerates your ilk!"

Hurst ignored the slight but Louisa admonished, "Caroline!" Then viewing her dress she relented with, "Well, let us go to your chambers where you can change."

Jane, trying to alleviate Miss Bingley's distress added, "It might not be ruined if we can soak it at once."

"Of course it is ruined, Jane! This was a Paris original!"

"Come," Georgiana placated. "Let us see what can be done above stairs."

With Caroline's entourage noisily trying to vacate the room as a group, Hurst noticed his brother had not moved, which would not do at all.

"Bingley," Hurst weaved, his eyes rolling dangerously back into his head. "Can you aid me to my room? I am truly feeling unwell."

This was followed by the man's attempts to curtail all of the party seeing what he had previously consumed; the sound of near retching gave everyone queasy stomachs.

The four ladies moved quickly toward the door to be nowhere near the obviously unwell man following close behind them. At last the now obviously concerned Bingley managed him through the doorway but not before Hurst threw Darcy a pointed glance.

Darcy marveled at the man's ingenuity as he suddenly found himself alone in Elizabeth's presence who was standing before Bingley's meager supply of books in vain attempt to try to find something to focus her mind.

Darcy closed his tome and rose from his chair to stand next to her.

Both faced Bingley's shelves, each keeping their eyes fixed on the titles, trying to form words, trying to think of safe topics upon which to opine to calm their heightened feelings. It did no good. Darcy turned her by the arm to face him. He lowered his head, leaning close.

Almost near enough to have his lips press onto hers in a most ardent kiss that she knew would send her head spinning as surely as did the wine that day in the cellar when Elizabeth stopped him. Her voice was barely above a whisper but her mind still able to form a tease. "that is not what I asked of you as forfeit after the billiards match, Mr. Darcy…"

Startled, he recovered quickly, teasing in return, "I distinctly recall you requesting I pucker my lips, Miss Bennet."

With this remark he introduced a gentle caress to her temple with the back of his hand to cause her knees to weaken. Still she persisted, "for the purpose of whistling, Mr. Darcy," she took several needed breaths before gaining courage to add, "as you are well aware."

Gracing her cheek with a soft caress, he smiled in acknowledgement of her statement, whispering, "yes."

"Why would you not oblige me of so innocent a request, sir? I know it was childish, but you were adamant in your refusal. Why?"

Feeling him pause in his ardent gesture, she gazed up at him. His expression seemed that of a young boy caught without the means of escape. "The truth, Miss Bennet is that I have not that ability."

Elizabeth pursed her lips to suppress a laugh, managing only to smile sweetly. "You cannot whistle, Mr. Darcy? I thought every boy from the beginning of time had the capacity to annoy little girls the world over with that incessant talent."

"It is not for lack of trying, I assure you, Miss Bennet. All my life both my older cousins gave me adequate instructions but to no avail. When they teased me about it at every occasion, it became a sore spot for a young boy never to gain the ability to carry a tune on the wind while in church managing a passable singing voice. It is just not in my power to perform in that manner."

"I would have understood, sir. There are some in my own family who I have yet to hear whistle."

He rolled his eyes, knowing he would regret asking, "Pray, who am I in line with?"

"Well," she began, her hands between them, trying to smooth nonexistent wrinkles from her dress bodice. "I do not recall ever hearing Mary do such, although she loves to sing."

Darcy scoffed. "Of course, it would be your sister Mary whom I am bound to by my deficiency!"

She continued her tease him to help her regain some composure. "Mama, too, has yet to show that she has such a talent."

At this Darcy moaned at having anything in common with Mrs. Bennet.

Elizabeth relented somewhat when she added, "Now that puts me in mind that I have never actually heard Jane whistle, though I am not sure if it is due to the fact that she lacks the ability or if, as a child she was teased so mercilessly by Charlotte's brothers in that fashion, that she felt whistling to be a boyhood pastime and not appropriate for young ladies-"

"Enough, Elizabeth! Be done with your comparisons of what I am incapable." He paused before asking, "Must my forfeit be one that will cause me embarrassment? Why cannot this one be something for which we both may find enjoyment? Allow me an activity for which my lips are far more suited."

"What do you recommend?"

"I refer to kissing."

"Oh yes, you would enjoy that immensely."

Trying to sound offended, he quipped, "And you would not?"

Elizabeth laughed heartily at his suggestion, the brightness of her voice in laughter tugged at his heart with a longing Darcy had yet to experience in the whole of his life.

To hear that laughter for the rest of my days, I would dare almost anything!

Before he thought better of it and before a contrary thought could form in her mind to prevent him, Darcy swiftly pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, relishing the taste of her, the scent of her filling his head. When she did not recoil he was encouraged to increase his efforts until both were greatly affected by all the sensations he was invoking in them. He moaned but still did not relent until he felt her trembling next to him.

Pulling only far enough away to allow her to draw in a ragged breath, he heard her distinctly voice, "Oh my!"

Needing no further incentive, Darcy pushed her back against the shelves. A hand gently cradled her head as he kissed her more ardently than before, his tongue encouraging her lips to part that it could move within. He felt her body melt into his as he pressed against her to feel her heart pounding against his own and her arms wind around his back.

His other hand moved to take a firm hold of her waist as her legs threatened to buckle. Both felt the tension growing between them. Darcy was compelled to cease lest he lose every shred of control left to him, to have her completely compromised should anyone come upon them.

Her voice seemed to mirror his emotions. "Mr. Darcy,Please stop."

Though his mouth had barely lifted from hers that each could struggle for unsteady breaths, Darcy would not relinquish his hold. Pausing, he gazed at her to see that her mood had shifted into one of disquiet.

His breath was still labored and his voice hoarse as he tried to ease her mind. "You know me well enough by now that I wouldI would never wish you frightened by my actions, nor force you into anything not of your choosing."

She tried to smile, nodding, but pressing her hands upon his chest to slow the ardor building between them. The small bookroom that seemed stifling at the moment, as she admitted, "I know you would not, sir, and in truth, it is not you, but…I…who would not wish to later regret what I find myself desiring."

To this admission she heard Darcy gasped. Elizabeth could not find the courage to look upon him after such a confession, thinking how wanton he must view her statement. When his hand lifted her chin to make her look at him, she was relieved to find not censure, but his warm loving gaze, a smile of understanding.

"Mr. Darcy, it is not fair," she whispered, her tears mingling with her ragged breath.

"What is not?"

"No man should be allowed to kiss in that manner unless…"

Elizabeth could not manage to finish the thought of her allowing him, nay, enticing him to continue to kiss her due to her impertinence.

He could not still the rapidity of his heart pounding next to hers, where he would wish it to remain the rest of his days.

"Unless, what, Elizabeth?" His voice sounded desperate as he held his breath awaiting her reply.

His continued use of her Christian name brought her eyes to meet his, locking them in a silent world where no one else existed but they two, the only sound being her labored breathing.

Darcy finally came to his senses enough for speech and declared, "I love you, Elizabeth Rose Bennet, with such a deep abiding love that I cannot envision my future without you. Marry me."

"What?" She shook her head. "We cannot marry! We are…too different, we are too-" His finger to her lips stilled her speech.

"We are not so very different, but rather opposite sides of the same coin, each with talents and tempers to complement the other. After all these months you cannot deny how well suited we are."

"No, but…compared to you, we are is so poor, with my father's estate entailed away that his meager income is not sufficient dowry for one of his daughters, let alone five! No, there is nothing to this, we cannot…"

"Elizabeth Bennet, do you not care for me at all?"

"I…" She gazed into his intense eyes but shaking her head in reply, "that, too, is not fair."

Darcy's lips gently grazed her temple to have her gasp. "Why is it unfair?"

"B-Because…because…if I admit that I like you, even just a little, Mama would have me choosing wedding clothes before the day is out. After my refusal of Mr. Collins, she would force me to accept your offer for reasons more mercenary than proper." Still trying to tease herself out of her own perturbation, she added, "On…on the other hand…"

"Yes," he teased back. "With you there is always an 'on the other hand.'"

Arching her brow she continued, "On…the other hand…should I say I like you not in the least except for my own amusement, you would accuse me of being a-"

"Liar!" He breathed out in his accusation in a tone without malice. "You could not have kissed me as you did just now, then profess to feel nothing! If you need proof, then I will kiss you again without mercy this time until you admit you love me." He lowered his head to make good on his threat.

"Please, I beg you, no!"

"Say it, then. Say, I, Elizabeth Bennet love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

She lowered her eyes, her cheeks now red with embarrassment, and nodded. "Yes."

"I knew it!" Darcy grabbed her about the waist, and swung her around until she protested.

Her hands on his shoulders, she demanded, "Mr. Darcy, put me down this instant!"

In the process of obeying her, their eyes met, as did their lips in a gentle, lingering kiss, one that gave way to heartfelt contentment rather than raw desire.

Again, tears pricked her eyes as Darcy repeated his heartfelt plea, "Marry me. Elizabeth. I promise never to give you reason to repine. I have waited the whole of my life for you, only to find you in so tranquil a setting as a meadow." He kissed the tears from her cheek. "You needn't worry over your family. Should the time come they are forced from your childhood home, Bingley and I will care for your sisters and your mother, too should she still live. Together, we will keep you all safe."

In her being persuaded she fretted, "People will talk. They will say I married you only for your money, and that I am a fortune hunter only out to get a rich husband."

"I am sure they would devise some equally disparaging remarks had you the riches of Midas. Rumor and gossip go hand in hand whether rich or poor, Elizabeth. It is how you deal with it that matters."

He smiled adding, "And I will love you so completely that you will never regret anything except to wish others as much happiness as we have, when you agree to become my wife."

"My final forfeit then, Mr. Darcy?"

He whispered, "Merely the exchange of your name, Miss Bennet, for my own."

Darcy could not bear his lips from hers, his body pressed so enticingly into hers as to become painful. His whispered plea sounded in her ear. "Lizzy, will you have me?"

She nodded, the color in her cheeks rising at her declaration. "Yes."

He exhaled a stale breath. "Finally! I need to speak with your father when… (moan) I am able to do so with some semblance of composure. Come. Let us remove from the house. I have need of a stroll in the cool air to calm."

She picked up her shawl from the back of the couch as they stole out the side door. Wrapping it about her shoulders she accepted his arm, Elizabeth thought of his friends and family members who, with their own agendas, mightn't be so accepting of his determination to wed a poor country gentleman's daughter.

She bit her lower lip. "There are many who will not be happy with the prospect of you no longer being on the marriage market."

He kissed her hand. "There is but one person I wish happy with my decision, and she is walking beside me."

This brought a sparkle to her eyes when she lifted them to meet his along with the dazzling smile she bestowed upon her beloved. Darcy was filled with the sense of her love for him that went beyond his wildest dreams that until that moment she had hidden to leave him thinking of his future happiness at being always at her side. He placed his other hand over hers in the crook of his arm and squeezed it, both smiling in complete contentment.

The crisp winter sunshine allowed them to walk a short distance when an approaching horse and cart attracted Elizabeth's eye. Upon the head of the animal sat a well worn beaver hat, which she immediately recognized. With a hand before her mouth, she exclaimed, "Is that not Mr. Bingley's hat? Oh, Mr. Darcy, we have found it at last!"

The farmer thought the gentleman and lady were quite daft to be out walking without benefit of outwear on this chilly day, and more so when they began to bargain with him to buy his Bessie's head covering purchased from the ragman several weeks previous. After some haggling, he finally nodded his agreement to the sale and removed the hat from his horse's head. Handing it to the lady in exchange for the coins agreed upon which were tendered by the gentleman, the farmer could not believe such a windfall. He could buy several bales of hay to feed his horse with the amount he was given. Both buyer and seller seemed satisfied with the transaction, but the farmer hurried away before the couple came to their senses and changed their minds.

As the farmer moved hurriedly down the road shaking his head at the oddity of the rich, Elizabeth sighed in dismay at the condition of the hat. Handing it to Darcy he seemed in agreement. "I fear Mr. Bingley must go without."

Elizabeth felt dejected over having at last recovered the hat only to be disappointed with its demise. "Is there no hope for the weary old thing?"

Darcy narrowed his eyes in thought as he punched and pulled, trying to reform the misshapen headgear. "Was not this the hat what brought us together, Elizabeth?"

She smiled. "You have a plan! I can see it in your eyes."

"I promise nothing, but perhaps my furrier in London will have mercy on so pitiable a request and, for an exorbitant fee, agree to refurbish so poor a specimen for sentimental reasons. I shall take it to him when next I depart for London."

Elizabeth chided, "He will not laugh you out of his shop before believing you serious?"

Darcy stared at her in his most imperious stanch. "No one would dare laugh at a Darcy!"

At this Elizabeth's peals rang out for she could not resist defying such a haughty proclamation. After a moment Darcy, too, joined in, having been duly chastised by his future bride, who would condescend to laugh at him, should he ever again take such a tone in her presence.

She touched his arm. "You have a wonderful laugh, Fitzwilliam. I should like to hear you perform that talent many times in the future."

"Only if you join me."

"I have a forfeit left, you know, Fitzwilliam, and I have just thought of one appropriate for such an occasion."

"And what might that be, Miss Bennet?"

"I would see you don Mr. Bingley's hat."

He frowned. "But, Elizabeth, it is quite dirty and smells of horse and…" He saw her brow arch and knew why she wished this forfeit of him after his haughty attitude regarding the furrier.

Her dancing eyes and playful near smile told him gently that such behavior would not be tolerated in her husband when they were alone, making him realize how he had already begun to change. He knew he was a better man for having been in company with this woman for so short a duration of two months. She had been the woman of his dreams right under his nose.

She was just where Georgiana said I would find her.

There was nothing now she could ask of him that he would not do if it were in his power. Examining the misshapen hat to find front, he placed it on his head, gazing at her as he struck a pose. She tilted the brim to give him a more comical and less dignified mien, sending her into another fit of giggles. Without warning, he grabbed her up, flinging her about in a circle to hear her own gales of happy laughter as she pulled the silly hat from his head. Bringing her close to him, his lips covered her with kisses in plain sight of any passerby on the road. Mr. Bingley's old hat was all but forgotten for the moment, its misshapen form nestled cozily between them.