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Author's Warning: This story contains the deaths of two characters as well as brief mentioning of some injuries those and other characters gained as the result of an accident. (No, the characters mentioned here are not Darcy or Elizabeth).

Posted on 2008-10-14

Jane Bennet lay in her bed trying to ward off her pain by focusing on the ceiling which never quite worked. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and allowed a single tear to slip down her cheek leaving its wet trail behind it. Gasping for breath, she thought of her family and what would become of them upon her father's death1 for she knew their cousin would have no pity for them.

Normally, she would never consider thinking so ill of someone; however, she knew from the man's own lips what he would do. When she was five years old, she had slipped down the stairs to go visit the new puppies in the stable. Just as she had reached the bottom stair, she saw her father and another man exit her father's study and head for the front door. They argued all the way, but it was the stranger's parting words that stayed with her all these years, "Remember, Cousin, when I or my son become master of this estate, your wife and daughters will no longer be welcome here. Upon your death, they will no longer have a home1 . Mark my words, Cousin Bennet, for you will regret not cooperating with me though you will not live to see it!" She had cried for countless hours after and her father had held and comforted her. What bothered her most though was that her family would not be able to receive the same comfort she had, but instead would face ejection from their home on top of their mourning and grieving state.

Oh, what can be done! Her thoughts tumbled out of control as her worry for her family multiplied knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. As she continued to fret, another person came to mind which caused her heart to ache more deeply than it had for even her closest sister. Tears streaming down her face, she allowed herself to mourn the future that now could never be and for the pain that another would suffer at its loss.

Just then, Mrs. Hill entered bearing a worn and weary expression though she tried to smile as she approached Jane's bed. "Jane dear, your father has sent for Mr. Bingley and will allow him to see you."

Warmth suffused her at the pleasure of being able to see the man she loved at least one last time and gratefulness to her father for the consideration. As she reveled in this little bit of happiness, a stray thought crossed her mind. Might it be possible? But would either agree to it? She might be persuaded, but will he?

Suddenly feeling a little hope where previously only sadness existed, Jane felt the urgency of putting her plan into action.

"Mrs. Hill," pausing, she struggled for breath and then rasped as she continued, "Please bring Elizabeth to me."

The housekeeper looked at her startled, "But your sister is . . ."

"If she can walk at all, bring her here. I must speak to her and I must speak to her now. Please Mrs. Hill, I beg you. You know I would not ask unless it was imperative. Please!"

Mrs. Hill nodded and turned quickly to see if she could bring Miss Elizabeth to her sister. Seeing a young maid, she quickly sent her after her late husband's walking stick knowing that the second Miss Bennet would need it.

Continuing on to the young lady's room, she paused at the door as a tear slipped down her cheek. Wiping it away, she hoped that the family would be able to recover from this tragedy. Calming herself, she opened the door and walked in not knowing the change she was helping to bring about.

Mr. Bingley sat at his desk at Netherfield staring blankly at the room wearing a small smile, unconcerned with the business papers scattered across his desk. Anyone who could see his thoughts would have understood his apparent distraction as can easily be attributed to anyone in love.

Ever since his arrival in the neighbourhood, his preference for the eldest Miss Bennet was quickly marked and many felt that the match would soon come about2 . As it happened, it was an accurate conjecture as the young man eagerly awaited the lady's return from Town where she and her sister had spent the past two weeks nursing their young cousins who had all fallen ill. Bingley knew he only need wait until the next day as he had learned that Mr. Bennet had traveled the previous day to London himself to retrieve them as he was unable to remain another day without the company of his two most sensible daughters.

Despite this knowledge, however, Charles Bingley was impatient for the next day to arrive and every ticking of the clock felt like an eternity. Yet, he occupied himself with imagining what the future would bring and smiled until his mind thought of his younger sister. Caroline would prove a problem as would his elder sister Louisa, but he knew the former was intelligent enough to know when to fight and when to retreat and the other would follow her lead. The two had already argued that, although a sweet young woman, Miss Jane Bennet was not a suitable match . After illustrating all her negative family connections and no fortune without making any headway, they had tried telling him the young woman did not return his affections3 . Bingley was not blind to his sisters' tactics and thus decided to make his own decision regardless of Caroline's or Louisa's displeasure. Considering how many young debutante's with large dowry's and family pedigrees his sisters constantly pushed him toward, he was well aware of his sisters' motivations. Now if it had been Darcy who had told him that his affections were not returned, he would have believed him as Darcy was always very honest and quite observant4. He was certain though that his friend would have approved of Miss Bennet despite her lack of connections or fortune, because she was artless and sincere, traits that his friend valued above all else.

Sighing Bingley wished his friend could have accompanied him to Netherfield, but concern for his sister had prevented Darcy from accepting the invitation. After much thought and confidence in his friends discretion, Darcy reluctantly revealed everything he knew about George Wickham including the man's attempted elopement with his sister to Bingley who immediately understood his friend's need to look after his sister after such an event5 .

Even though he felt disappointment at Darcy's absence, Bingley was grateful for the knowledge his friend had provided on George Wickham as the man himself had shown up in Meryton and promptly made himself friendly to everyone6. He was thankful that he was able to warn the Bennets at the very least, though he never mentioned Darcy's sister in any way, and soon a general distrust of the man increased in the neighbourhood. Apparently, Mr. Bennet's laissez-faire manner of handling things caused people to become concerned when he refused Wickham's admittance to his house or to associate with his daughters . Soon thereafter reports spread throughout Meryton of his behavior in London and various towns throughout England which provided enough evidence for the people to disregard anything the scalawag said especially in regard to the kind Mr. Bingley's absent friend7 . It also caused Colonel Forster to keep a tight leash on the man while he decided whether to seize his wages to pay his massive debts or to let him be hauled off to debtor's prison.

Shaking his head, Bingley cleared his mind of those unhappy thoughts. Instead he turned his mind to the much more pleasant thoughts of proposing to his dear Jane as he already thought of her. He knew he could handle his sisters' joint displeasure if he were but assured of having Jane for his wife.

While he further contemplated that happy future, a footman announced Sir William Lucas. Immediately standing to welcome the man with a smile, he found himself suddenly less cheerful. The normally jovial Sir William stood there pale, drawn and decidedly depressed8 .

A sudden and unaccountable trepidation swept over Bingley as he felt a chill run down his spine. Shaking off the feeling, he went to his guest, "Sir William, what has happened? Please come sit down and tell me what is wrong."

"No, no, thank you Mr. Bingley, but I must tell you quickly so you can be on your way. There is not much time."

"Not much time for what?"

The man swallowed and turned his head away as he fought to keep the tears welling in his eyes from falling. When he finally spoke, his voice croaked, "Mr. Bennet asked me ask you to come quickly. It . . . Well . . . It is urgent."

"What has happened to the Bennets?"

Sir William's eyes grew even sadder, "There was an accident. On their return from London, the carriage rolled. Miss Elizabeth is the least injured in that she was thrown from the open carriage and did not have it roll over her. The doctor did say she was fortunate not to be more seriously harmed." Realizing he was rambling, he paused and simplified the rest of his statement. "The driver is dead and Mr. Bennet and Miss Jane . . . the doctor does not think they have long to live. Both are severely injured and in great pain. Knowing your affection for Miss Jane, Mr. Bennet requests you come to see her now and I agree2 . You may not have another opportunity."

During the narrative, Bingley had grown progressively paler and his breathing became difficult. Looking at the other gentleman, he nodded, "I will go have my horse prepared immediately. Can you wait that long for me?"

"Do not worry about me. As soon as you are ready, go. I am a fair rider, but I am older and not up to such another hard ride and will take longer to get there. Just you go and see that young lady before you lose the opportunity."

Bingley only nodded and was half-way out the door before turning back briefly, "Thank you, Sir William." With that he took off running shouting for his horse to be readied. In short order he was galloping toward Longbourn praying that he would get there in time.

Arriving at his neighbour's estate, Bingley dismounted before coming to a stop causing the servant to come running to grab the reigns he had thrown in his general direction. He entered to find one of the maids waiting to take him up first to see Mr. Bennet. Although he desperately wished to see Jane, he felt he understood the gentleman's intent.

Entering the room, he practically stopped breathing. This was not the man he was used to associating with Mr. Bennet. Here was a man whose head was bandaged and bruised, and untold other wounds covered by the blanket laid over his prone form.

Regaining a small amount of composure, Bingley continued over to Mr. Bennet and took a seat in the chair stationed by the bed.

"Sir?"

The gentleman's words were raspy as he started speaking, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Bingley. I am . . . sorry . . . to talk about this at such a time, but so it must be. I know you care for my daughter . . . unfortunately . . . I will not live to see you both happy together nor do I believe will my daughter."

Bingley was about to protest, but saw the Mr. Bennet's struggle to speak and instead held his tongue as his emotions warred within him, "Now, do not try to deny the truth . . . I have talked to the doctor . . . and he confirms my fears. However, if my daughter should somehow survive, know that you have both my consent and blessing."

"Thank you Mr. Bennet." Looking down, Bingley struggled as he knew not what to say.

"Now go to see her. Go."

Nodding, Bingley stood and left the room, walking down the hall looking for Jane's room. Noticing the door at the end of the hall opening, he saw Miss Elizabeth limp out. He gasped as he saw her struggle out the door leaning on a walking stick with her other arm in a sling and bruises on her face as well as a cut on one cheek. However, it was the tears streaming down her face that made his heart clench. He had no doubt that she had just come from seeing her sister.

"Miss Elizabeth."

She looked up and gasped, "Mr. Bingley. . . I . . . umm . . . You can go in and see my sister now. She knows your coming." He thought it odd that she looked away and never met his eyes during her speech.

"Please excuse me, Mr. Bingley, but I must see my father immediately." Elizabeth brushed passed him staggering as she did so and he reached out and steadied her. Glancing her thanks she hurried on as best she could. He never noticed the note in her hand. Concern growing for Jane again, he entered the room and practically stopped breathing as his heart pounded in his chest at the sight before him. His dear, dear Jane resembled her father in her injuries and despite the obvious pain, she smiled at him.

Rushing to her side, he sat on the chair by the bed and gently took her one uninjured hand in his bending down to press a delicate kiss to it before returning his gaze to the woman he loved.

"Oh, Jane!"

Jane attempted to smile, though it turned into a grimace as pain lanced through her.

"Have they not given you any laudanum for the pain? I would have thought they would."

"I cannot have it. I reacted very badly to it a few years ago when I was ill and since then the doctor advised that I not have any ever again, but that is nothing. The pain will not last forever, besides I would rather talk with you."

He smiled though he did not feel completely happy. This conversation should have happened very differently. "Jane . . . I hope you do not mind the liberty, but I do love you. I had . . . had intended to call on you tomorrow, but . . ."

"But the accident happened."

"Yes." Unable to continue with that line at the moment, he changed the subject somewhat, "Oh Jane, you do not deserve this! You should be well and then we . . ."

Tears trailed down her cheek as she listened and she gently squeezed his hand, "I am sorry I did not let you know how I felt earlier. I love you, Charles."

Despite his happiness at her revelation, he caught the undertone in her statement, "Do not give up, Jane. I love you very much and do not want to lose you. Please Jane, do not give up like this."

Seeing the tears leaking from his eyes, Jane suddenly felt it very difficult to do what she had planned. Feeling her throat tighten, she closed her eyes and willed herself to calm. Opening her eyes again, she squeezed his hand as tightly as she could before going on to speak, "I do not wish to give up. I . . . I wanted us to have a chance . . . but . . . but now I know it cannot be . . . no . . . no do not argue. I can feel it. I know I cannot outlive my injuries. Please understand. Please believe me, I do not want to give up, but I do not have a choice."

Bingley looked down, "I love you very much Jane. I wish, we had a chance . . . Oh, if only I could do something for you now! At the very least, I wish I could do something for you."

Jane swallowed. This is my opportunity. Hopefully, he will agree and they will be happy. "There is something you can do."

Looking up, he met her eyes, "What can I do? Just name it and I will do it."

"What I ask is not easy. You will be shocked and might even hate me for asking it."

"I could never hate you."

She smiled slightly though it was difficult as she felt so very tired and only wanted to go to sleep. "I want you to marry Elizabeth after my father and I are gone."

Bingley went still as he paled, "What? Why?"

"My father's cousin will turn them all out upon Papa's death1 . His son was due to visit soon. None of them will have a place to go and Mama may blame Lizzy for being the one to survive. I would hope otherwise, but . . . Mama can be irrational sometimes9 ."

Thinking hard, he tried to think of another way to help her family, but precious few things came to mind that he as a non-family member could do.

"Surely, there must be another way? How could I marry your sister when I have already declared that I love you?"

"We have never been engaged despite our feelings. I think people would understand especially if you mention my request. Besides, the consequences of not doing this are too high. Please Charles, I beg you to do this for me. It is the only thing I will ever ask."

Tears again trailed down Charles Bingley's face and he found that regardless of his reservations over such a course of action, he could not refuse her this one request as it would be literally the only one he could grant.

"I will do as you ask, but are you sure your sister will agree?"

"I have acquired her promise. She took my note to father about this idea. He will consent. Now promise me you will do this and you will do this within a fortnight of my and father's passing."

"A fortnight! What about the mourning period?"

"There is no time to worry about it. Please, Promise me that you will marry no later than a fortnight away, Please!"

Looking at her, he closed his eyes and sighed, "You have my word, Jane."

The tension drained out of her and she relaxed back into the bed and closed her eyes, "Good. Thank you!"

Concerned over her sudden stillness, Bingley gasped, "Jane, Jane!"

"I am alright. . . Please, go speak to father now, while you have the chance. He will be easier to apply to than Mama."

"As you wish." Once more he bent and kissed her hand before standing and making his way to the door. Before he could open it he heard her quiet voice, "Would you come back after?"

His features softened and he gave her a sad smile and nodded, "I will be back just as soon as I can. I love you Jane."

"And I you."

With that, he left the room. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he leaned on it using it to support himself as his legs became weak. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to calm his racing heart, What have I just agreed to! How can I do this! I do not know how to handle this. As he calmed a bit, he closed his eyes and willed himself to go to Mr. Bennet. Shakily, he pushed himself away from the wall and made his way to the gentleman's door. After knocking, he heard a feminine ‘come in'. Oh no, that is most likely Miss Elizabeth, how shall I face her!

Taking a deep breath, he walked in and saw that indeed Miss Elizabeth was there sitting next to her father. He also noted Doctor Richards and Mrs. Hill on his other side. The doctor's expression showed his helplessness and frustration. Turning his attention back to Elizabeth, he noted that although she did not raise her eyes to meet his, but instead kept them on her father, he could see the redness around her eyes and the tear trails down her cheek.

Mr. Bennet spoke first, "You are here to ask consent to marry Elizabeth."

"If she agrees . . ."

Thomas Bennet looked at his daughter and her uncustomary discomfiture. Squeezing her hand, "You both have my consent. I know this is not what you both wanted, but I am glad for it. Thank you, Mr. Bingley for your agreeing to this. It gives me some comfort to know one daughter will be well cared for. I am just sorry it happened this way."

Silence engulfed the room as all three felt the awkwardness of the moment. The Doctor excused himself to check on his other patient as well as Mrs. Bennet whose nerves had gotten so out of control that he had been forced to give her something to calm herself9 . It was not something he liked to do, but on occasion, he was given little choice.

"Lizzy, I know your injuries must be paining you, but could you go back to Jane. I need to speak to Mr. Bingley privately."

Elizabeth only nodded, stood and leaned over and kissed his forehead gently, "I love you, Papa."

"I love you too, dear Lizzy."

Mrs. Hill hurried to her side and helped her out the door. As soon as Elizabeth and Mrs. Hill shut the door behind them, Mr. Bennet addressed Bingley. "Thank you. I know you would prefer Jane and I admit I am sorry to see it not happen. Admittedly, Elizabeth has always been my favorite and I am grateful that you will be the one to marry her. For I fear if you would not agree, she would soon be Mrs. Collins."

Frowning, Bingley never recalled hearing the name before. "Pardon?"

"Mr. Collins is my cousin's son and is due to arrive tomorrow10 . I never told anyone but Jane of his coming as she knew of his father's threats. It was the reason for my trip to London to bring back my girls before his visit."

Mr. Bennet paused breathing heavily, the talking was becoming increasingly difficult, but it had to be done. "He insinuated his wish to make one of my daughters an offer. Without me, and Elizabeth being the best of my other daughters, my wife will force her to accept any offer no matter how unsuitable11 . I doubt my cousin's son has much sense6 ."

Suddenly Jane's words came back to mind about the cousin's threats and he understood the situation better.

"Plus, my wife will be upset over this and she has never been the easiest person to deal with let alone in times of difficulty. Lizzy will be mourning on top of dealing with everything here, her mother, and my cousin and normally I would say she could handle all, but I know she feels that somehow it should have been her rather than I and Jane."

"I understand."

Quiet again threatened to take over the room, but Mr. Bennet prevented it. "I know what Jane asked was difficult and my support just as much so, but although the beginning will be difficult, for it can be nothing else, you and Elizabeth can make this marriage work. If for Jane alone, you will make it work."

"I will certainly try sir." Mr. Bennet simply looked at him and saw the strained expression on the young man's face. Yes, he will help as best he can and will do everything he can to keep his promise. Elizabeth will be safe and someday happy. They both will be happy someday and that is all I could desire.

"Go on. I know you want to see Jane once more. Go on."

"Thank you sir. I . . . I will do the best I can sir."

Mr. Bennet smiled wryly, "I know you will."

Bingley exited the room and slowly walked back to Jane's room. He knocked at the door and again heard the request to enter.

Elizabeth sat next to her sister holding her hand. Bingley immediately went to Jane's other side and kneeled by the bed.

Once he was beside her, Jane smiled weakly at both of them. "Now, you have both given me your word. You will be married within the next fortnight. No more than that. Please remember that I love you both and that we will see each other again someday."

Looking at her sister and Mr. Bingley, Jane smiled at them as a lone tear trailing down her cheek. Closing her eyes, she took one deep breath and let it out with the slight smile still on her lips.

When her sister did not move again, Elizabeth began shaking inside and called her sister, "Jane? Jane?! Jane!" Realizing what the lack of answer meant, she threw her arms around her sister not heeding her own injuries and sobbed. She was not alone in her grief, as Bingley gently picked up Jane's hand and brought it to his lips as his own tears poured from his eyes.

Suddenly the doctor and Mrs. Hill came running in having heard Elizabeth's cry. The latter leaned against the wall and covered her mouth struggling against her own tears. Doctor Richards looked over the situation and sighed recognizing the situation for what it was. Before he could say anything, a maid came in begging him to come to Mr. Bennet's room immediately. He ran back that way with Mrs. Hill following closely behind. Elizabeth sat frozen in place awaiting the news she knew would come and Bingley watched her reaction while struggling with his own emotions.

It was not long before the housekeeper came back in and placed her hand on Elizabeth's shoulder, "I am sorry Miss. So sorry."

Elizabeth felt her tears start anew, but struggled against them. She knew she now had to be strong for the family. Her mother would simply collapse in a fit of nerves once she knew and her younger sister's were all but useless in managing the household or anything else they needed to care for now9 .

Struggling to stand, she fought against the pain shooting up her leg, and started toward the door with her walking stick, "I must go to father's study. There are some things I must see too."

Bingley who had been thinking on his promise to Jane was on his feet in a moment when he heard her and was by her side concerned that she might be pushing herself because she blamed herself. He felt if nothing else, he could start to fulfill his promise, by helping Elizabeth now. However, it was Mrs. Hill who spoke first, "Now Miss do you not think you should rest. You are injured and have just lost the two people closest to you."

"Mrs. Hill, you know that if I do not take care of those things now, I may not have the chance later. Please, I need to go down there."

Seeing that she would not relent, Bingley turned to her, "Then would at least allow me to help you down the stairs."

"Thank you, Mr. Bingley. I would appreciate that."

The housekeeper simply sighed and watched as the two made their way down the steps before going to inform the youngest Miss Bennets, and Mrs. Bennet if she was awake, of what had transpired. If nothing else, she could at least spare Miss Elizabeth that distressing job.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13, 15
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 18
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 1, 12
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 11-12
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 12
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 15
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16; Volume 3 Chapter 2
8 ) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 5
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 1
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13
11) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 19-20

Chapter 3

Posted on 2008-10-18

The journey down the staircase had been a slow process, but when they finally made it to her father's study, Elizabeth sat in her father's chair and sighed. Her ankle throbbed painfully, but she was thankful that it was not broken. Tears stung her eyes as they began to well up and she fought them back; she had to stop crying.

Bingley stood off to the side shifting uncomfortably; his eyes anywhere but on his future bride as he knew not how to react to the situation besides being unaware of her feelings on the subject.

The silence carried on until neither of them could hardly stand it. Clearing his throat, Bingley finally looked at the desk in front of Elizabeth still unable to look directly at her. "Miss Elizabeth, I recall you said you had some business to attend to here. Perhaps, if you will tell me what it is, I may be able to help."

For some reason, Elizabeth felt herself hampered by the same difficulty the gentleman suffered from and also stared at the desktop. "Mr. Bingley, you have already been so kind to us especially Jane. I . . . we could not ask for more."

Sighing Bingley sat down in the chair across the desk from Elizabeth and put his head in his hands. After a moment, he looked up at her and she found herself staring at his pain filled face. "Miss Elizabeth, please let me help. It is not a matter of my disbelieving your abilities, but rather my desire to be of service and to fulfill my promise to your sister which I believe includes helping in anything I can. Will you deny me that opportunity?"

Swallowing hard, Elizabeth looked away as tears welled up in her eyes, "I . . . I would . . . not wish to make you break your word, yet I . . . I do not know . . . Oh, Jane why did you have to die!"

With that Elizabeth abandoned all attempts to control her tears and laid her head on her arms and sobbed. She simply could not handle anymore despite the need. Crying hard, she hardly felt the hand resting gently on her shoulder or heard Bingley's quiet voice. However, after a moment she turned toward him and saw him kneel down in front of her and take her hand. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it and looked away and closed his eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, he looked back at her.

"Miss Elizabeth, I cannot offer any consolation for you on the passing of your sister as her loss is still far too fresh in my own mind and I know that it will be some time before either of us can come to terms with her untimely death. Yet I will say this, I do not believe she would want anyone to grieve too deeply for her. She would want those she cares for to be able to depend on each other. Miss Elizabeth, I . . . I hope that we might help each other mourn for so . . . kind a lady as your sister."

Elizabeth nodded and looked down. "I . . . I do not understand why she insisted we promise her . . . promise her to marry. I comprehend the reasons she gave, but Jane never contemplated them as overly essential in the past. I do not understand what made her feel they were so important now as to impel us to give her our words?"

Looking down where he held her hand, he felt the iciness of her fingers as he thought about her question. He knew he could not reiterate the reasons Jane gave as they were most likely the same ones she provided her sister. Only one thing came to mind that seemed to match Miss Jane Bennet's character so completely. "Perhaps, she wished to ensure the people she cared for would find happiness."

Silence engulfed the room as they looked at each other neither able to countenance the idea of falling in love so soon after Jane's death. To each the idea was nearly preposterous as they felt Jane's loss so acutely. For Elizabeth, falling in love with the man her sister had felt so strongly for was nigh unto impossible and for the gentleman it was the same in thinking he could ever love Elizabeth the way he had Jane. Nevertheless, both knew they would not break their word and that they would marry though they could not speculate on how much their lives would change as a result or what the future might hold for them.

"It should have been me." Elizabeth shook her head as she stared off into space. "I should have been the one to die and Jane should have been thrown from the carriage and only lightly injured as I was. If only I had . . ."

"That is enough." Bingley's hard voice caused her to jump and gasp in shock especially at his hard expression. However, she quickly saw his face soften at her startled reaction, "You are not responsible for the accident and you should never even consider if there was anything you could have done to prevent it."

"But . . ."

"No! If the cause was from some problem with the carriage, you could not have seen any of the possible problems with is as you did not harness the horses to it or maintain it. If it was something else, you were simply riding with your father and sister. How could you have known if something might spook the horses, or whatever it was that caused the accident? The point is you could not have known." He turned his head away, shaking it as he stood up and walked over to the window to look out at the ever darkening landscape as he found he could no longer face her. "Jane warned me you were blaming yourself."

His voice was so quiet that Elizabeth barely heard it, "She told you I felt responsible?"

"Yes." He turned to face her, "She did. It was one of her reasons." He need not elaborate further as they both knew to what he referred.

Realizing they would continue to differ on the issue of her responsibility, Elizabeth changed the subject. "Well, umm, I have to see to sending an express to my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. We will need them to come as soon as possible."

Bingley frowned as he considered it, "Would not someone have sent one already?"

Sighing, Elizabeth pinched the bridge of her nose, "Usually my father, Jane or I handled such things, but with all three of us unable to do so, I doubt anything was sent. As soon as we entered the house, my mother panicked and became quite hysterical1 and my three younger sisters have never had to consider any such responsibility."

"What about Sir William Lucas? I would have thought since your families were so close that he would have sent word for you2. "

"I did not think that he or anyone even knew about the accident."

"He was the one who came to tell me about the accident. I assumed he had spoken with Mr. Bennet since he relayed his request for me to come."

"Perhaps he did then. Could you find Mrs. Hill and have her come here if she is able? If anyone knows about any express having been sent, she would know."

Bingley nodded and promptly left the room to find the housekeeper leaving Elizabeth alone with her thoughts for a moment.

Sitting at the desk she stared out toward the darkened sky beyond the window as the tears started their now well worn paths down her face. Oh Jane, Papa. How could you both leave us alone? How will we all move on without you? Jane, how could you ask me to marry the man you loved? Will it ever be possible for us to go a day without remembering our promise to you? Could such a marriage last? What have I done! How will I ever go through with it?!

Hearing footsteps approach, she dried her tears and attempted to compose herself as much as she was able. Mrs. Hill entered followed by Mr. Bingley who choose to stand to the side as the former approached Miss Elizabeth.

"Mrs. Hill, do you know if any expresses were sent out to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner?"

"Yes ma'am. Sir William Lucas sent one out on behalf of your father before going to Netherfield."

"Good, then perhaps they will be able to come tomorrow. I should send another one however to let them know what has happened with Papa and Jane since the last report. Perhaps it will reach them before their journey here. Umm . . . I have to get paper and . . ."

Watching Miss Elizabeth's flustered and emotional state, the housekeeper came forward. "Perhaps I should write it for you ma'am. With your writing hand in a sling, you might find it a little difficult."

"All right, Thank you Mrs. Hill."

The housekeeper brought out the paper, pen and ink and settled down to write. "If you will tell me what you would like to tell them, I will write it for you."

Elizabeth smiled gratefully and proceeded to dictate the letter.

While they were thus engaged, Bingley retreated to the window finding a certain measure of safety in staring out into the now completely dark outdoors. What have I done engaging myself to the sister of the woman I love? I know I promised Jane and I will not break that promise, but how will we work this all out? How are we going to . . . to live with this? We are both mourning and have yet to see to the funeral for those we love. How can we marry within a week of that time? I do not know if I am up to coping with this? I wish Darcy were here. I am sure he would know how to deal with this situation. What can I say or do? For that matter, what should I say or do? I feel so adrift from everything right now. Besides what will our families think?

Bingley's face suddenly went pale. What will our . . . Caroline! Oh, she will voice her disapproval most adamantly and I have little doubt she will try to talk me out of it3 . I know she does not care for Miss Elizabeth; she has made her opinion of her very clear3. How will I deal with her discourteous behavior on top of everything else? I can just imagine the complications that will arise when Elizabeth and I marry. Caroline will not wish to give up her position in my home and will make things as difficult as possible for Elizabeth. I will have to find some way to separate them. Perhaps I can convince Milton and Louisa to take Caroline back to London with them. He rubbed his forehead as he felt the slight ache start to throb.

As he continued to consider the difficulty of dealing with his sister, Elizabeth and Mrs. Hill finished the letter.

"There that should be all. Would you like me to have Thomas from the stable to run this into Meryton?"

"Yes, please. The sooner it goes out the better. Before you go though, can I ask you to make . . . make the necessary arrangements for Jane and Papa?"

The housekeeper nodded tearfully, "Of course dear. Anything you need me to do, I will."

"Thank you." Elizabeth could say no more, but her sincere gratitude to the older woman was clear in her expression.

Mrs. Hill stood and took the express to send it out and was about to exit the door, when Elizabeth called her back for a moment, "Do my youn . . . are my sisters aware of what has transpired?"

"Yes ma'am. I told them. I thought you had enough to deal with."

"Thank you. What about Mama?"

"She was still asleep from Dr. Richards medicine, but she was starting to wake up when I last checked on her."

"I see. Well, she will have to be told soon, best to tell her as soon as she is awake. Please call me when she has fully awoken and I will come and tell her."

The housekeeper hesitated, but decided she must speak up, "Pardon me, Miss, but you have had so much to deal with and will have even more over the next few days. Please let me tell her ma'am. I know just how to handle her reaction."

Elizabeth shook her head, "No, it should be me who tells her."

"Maybe so, Miss, but begging your pardon, you are injured and need to rest. Dr. Richards even said that you are not so well that you cannot delegate some responsibility in order to rest and your mother will require much attention after the shock of learning of her husband's and eldest daughter's deaths. I can take care of telling her just as easily and there can be no fault found with you not doing so as you are also injured. Please Miss, let me help at least in this."

Despite her desire to be the one to tell her mother, Elizabeth realized she must acquiesce. Her arm pained her terrible and her ankle throbbed mercilessly both of which were being joined by a very severe headache. The other events of the day on top of her injuries and they were taking their toll on her as she was forced to admit.

"Very well. I will look over a couple of more things here and then retire for the rest of the night. Thank you."

"Your welcome, Miss."

With that, the housekeeper departed to complete her errands and Elizabeth sat back and sighed. At the sound of her sigh, Bingley turned around from his reverie at the window and approached her.

"Are you all right?"

"As much as can be expected. I just have a severe headache, but I will be fine. As I informed Mrs. Hill, I only have a couple more things to attend to before I stop to rest."

Her tone left no room for opposition and considering all that happened, Bingley thought it wise to leave this one fight unchallenged. Instead, he sought to alleviate as much of the work as he could.

"Could you show me what else needs to be done so that I might help?"

"Of course. Here is the first one . . ."

Over the next few minutes, they discussed the two relatively insignificant pieces of business as neither wanted to talk about the circumstances their promises had placed them and found that any other subject at least filled the silence if not ease some of the tension. When they finished the last item, both sat awkwardly in the ensuing silence.

Elizabeth broke it first, "Well, I guess I had better retire. Could you help me to the stairs?"

"Certainly."

Standing carefully, Elizabeth swayed unsteadily as her ankle sent a shot of pain up her leg. Seeing her stumble, Bingley reached out and took her by her good arm and put his arm around her to steady her. Neither said anything as both were unwilling to address the awkwardness of their current situation.

Slowly they made their way to the staircase where they stopped when Elizabeth turned to him, "Thank you for all you have done today, particularly for Jane. I know . . . I know your being there made her happy."

"I did nothing. There was nothing I could do, though I desperately wished I could have."

"You did enough."

Feeling discomfort at her insistence and his own grief, he simply shook his head and changed the subject. "You are going to need help getting up the stairs, let me help you up."

"Oh no. It would be better if I went alone. I will be fine." To show him that she could manage she tried to take a step on her own and immediately lost her balance as her injured ankle gave out.

Not saying anything, he simply led her over to the stairs where she sat down. "Miss Elizabeth, you have to have some help at least. You cannot walk on that ankle."

"You are right, but you have done so much and . . . It will be enough then, but for now I must insist Hill or the maid take me up this time. I . . . I need some time to myself. Please understand."

Although he watched her as she spoke, he noted how she never met his eyes. He had no trouble sympathizing with her discomfort, he also felt every bit as uncomfortable.

"Well then, let me at least find her for you."

Just as Elizabeth nodded, Mrs. Hill appeared at the top of the steps. "Ah, there you are. I thought I might come and see if you were ready to come up." She hurried down the steps. "Let me help you up to your room. I have prepared some hot tea for you as you have had very little to eat all day."

"Thank you Mrs. Hill." Elizabeth turned to Mr. Bingley, "Thank you again Mr. Bingley."

Bingley only nodded and watched as she stood with the help of the housekeeper. However, before they started up the stairs, Elizabeth turned back to him, "You will come tomorrow will you not? We will need to . . . inform my Aunt and Uncle about . . . about our promise. They will likely be here by the afternoon at the latest."

"Of course. I will come a little early so that we might discuss how you would like to tell them, if that is acceptable?"

"Of course. Thank you again."

After taking his leave with a bow, he stayed and watched them take several slow steps up before exiting the front door where he saw a stable hand coming toward him with his horse. Mounting, he took one last look at Longbourn before slowly riding back to his estate where he breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that his sisters and brother-in-law had already retired.

Feeling the exhaustion over the day's events overtake him, he simply lay down on his bed not bothering to change and turned his head into his pillow and allowed the tears he had withheld to flow. Jane, Jane, my dear Jane. Why did this have to happen? Why did you have to die?

His thoughts continued so for many hours until the fatigue finally caused him to slip into a fitful slumber disturbed by dreams created by that day's tragedy.

Meanwhile, back at Longbourn, Elizabeth drank the tea Mrs. Hill provided, but did not touch any of the food as a lump had lodged itself in her throat. Setting the cup back on the stand, she went and lay on her bed. However, like that one occupant at Netherfield, Elizabeth found sleep elusive, but her grief and sorrow were ever present. Tears returning to her eyes, she allowed herself to cry without restraint. Her mind travelled back to their departure from London, the accident and the promise she made her sister and finally her sister's and father's passing away. The hours passed in like manner until she too slept fitfully troubled only by unpleasant dreams.

While both would wish for many hours sleep, the sun refused to oblige and began its ascent on another day barely three hours after sleep found them.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 5
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 5
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 8 & 21; Volume 2 Chapter 1, 3 & 12; Volume 3 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Posted on 2008-10-24

The next morning, at about an hour before noon, Bingley dismounted his horse at Longbourn. Looking up at the sky, he stifled a yawn as, although sleep had come late, his habit of early rising had remained and he had found himself up only an hour past his usual time. He had spent the rest of the morning secluded in his room nursing the small headache that lingered from the preceding day knowing this day would prove equally as long as the last and he knew that he would have to think clearly. Resting had the added advantage of avoiding Caroline who would demand to know why he was returning to Longbourn when he had been there only the day before especially under the current circumstances. Not desiring to start the day off with a row with his sister, he left a note and slipped out using the servants' stairs.

He knew it was cowardly to put it off, but he preferred to speak to her after seeing Miss Elizabeth Bennet's aunt and uncle and settling everything with her family. Besides, he wanted a little time to consider just how to tell his sister the news. Ever since Hurst's ill-timed comment after the Assembly Ball about how Elizabeth would make a good match for Darcy, Caroline had taken an instant dislike of her1 . Bingley shook his head; his sister wished to become the next mistress of Pemberley and detested any sign of competition no matter how slight or improbable1&2 . Elizabeth's later showing up at Netherfield six-inches deep in mud3 and her disinclination to agree with his sister's views during their conversations had only fueled Caroline's dislike of her.

He knew that although his marriage to Elizabeth would now remove her as possible competition for his friend2 , his sister would remain displeased4 . He shivered as he thought of Miss Ranglewood -- an heiress of 50,000 pounds -- who his sisters had pushed him toward; it took him less than five minutes in her company to realize that the match Caroline and Louisa desired would never happen as the young lady was not only disagreeable, but arrogant and derogatory of everyone she deemed inferior.

Sighing, he looked back at the front door of Longbourn and approached it. His sisters would simply have to cope as he would never chose one of the ladies they preferred and would thus disappoint them in any case.

The door opened moments after he knocked and he found a frazzled Mrs. Hill looking out.

"Ah, Mr. Bingley. Please come in, Miss Elizabeth is waiting in the study."

"Thank you . . ."

A wail from above stairs interrupted him, "Hill! Hill! Where are you? Oh my nerves! Why did Mr. Bennet have to go and die on us and leave us to the mercy of his cousin! Oh my nerves can take no more! Jane! Oh my beautiful sweet Jane! Hill! Where is my sister Philips?!"

The housekeeper blushed, "Excuse me, sir, but I must attend to Mrs. Bennet. Could you show yourself to the study?"

"Of course." Bingley winced as more shrieks filled the air and saw Mrs. Hill all but run up the stairs. Turning toward the study door, he knocked and after hearing a faint ‘come in', he entered to see Elizabeth seated by the window with her foot propped up on a stool.

"Mr. Bingley."

"Miss Elizabeth." Both attempted to ignore the awkwardness they felt as they focused their eyes on anything but eachother.

"Please be seated, Mr. Bingley. We have much to discuss. We received an express from my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner and they should arrive sometime after noon though likely no later than two."

Taking the seat opposite her, he bit his lip. "I see. May I ask . . . Are . . that is to say . . . how are Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner likely to react to . . . our situation?"

Sighing, Elizabeth looked out the window for a moment, "I believe that after they have talked to both of us and understand the whole story, they will accept it. My uncle will ask questions to ensure the truth of it all and my aunt will wish to make certain that I am . . . at ease . . . with the situation."

"Until they learn why I am here, will your uncle be likely to ask me to leave?"

Elizabeth frowned, "I am sure they will be surprised at your presence, perhaps even a little perturbed, but once we explain, they will understand."

"I am sure that your uncle would wish to see to you and the rest of the family first, and may not be willing to hear out a complete stranger so soon after the death of family members. Until we can explain, perhaps I should mention that my business is urgent and involves his family."

"I had not thought of that, but it would be wise to do so. If I add that it is on behalf of my father and Jane, it will guarantee their attention."

They lapsed into silence for a moment. Elizabeth stared down at her lap while Mr. Bingley observed her pale features and the dark rings under her eyes. Unable to take the silence, Bingley cleared his throat.

"How would you like to tell them?"

"I think we should each tell our own sides particularly regarding Jane's request to each of us. That and my father's consent will be the most important part, but anything else we can include will be helpful." Here she glanced nervously at him before continuing, "My aunt will probably ask us how we feel about this so we should be prepared to answer her."

Shifting uncomfortably, Bingley looked out the window not fully equal to witnessing her reaction, "And how do you feel?"

"I do not know." Her voice was so quiet, he hardly heard her, but he fully comprehended her meaning as he felt the same.

"It is not a situation to be easily adjusted to."

She looked back at him, "No, it is not. I am sorry you were dragged into this."

He shook his head, "I could have just as easily refused. In fact, we both could have denied your sister's request, but I think neither of us could have lived with that alternative."

Elizabeth turned her gaze to look back out the window, "No, that would have been one regret that would never fade. I doubt I could have forgiven myself if I had told Jane no at such a time."

"I feel the same."

Silence again threatened to engulf the room when a particularly loud screech filtered in through the door.

Elizabeth's face grew pained and she leaned forward and put her head in her good hand.

Seeing her reaction, Bingley slide forward in his seat concern filling his eyes, "Miss Elizabeth, are you well?"

Rubbing her temple absent mindedly, she raised her eyes to meet his, "Yes, I am fine. It is only that my mother has been in constant distress since she awoke this morning and it only worsened after Hill informed her about Jane and Papa."

Eyebrows raising slightly, Bingley looked up at the ceiling wondering how anyone could maintain such a clamor for so long. Taking a deep breath, he began to have an idea as to why Jane insisted on his promise.

Trying to distract them both from the occasional loud shriek, he turned toward her, "I heard your mother call for her sister Philips. I was unaware that you had any other family in Meryton."

"My Aunt and Uncle Philips do live in Meryton as he is an attorney there 5 , but they left just prior to your arrival at Netherfield to attend my uncle's niece's wedding. They were to return after a month's visit, but on the last day of their stay my uncle broke his leg and was advised not to travel until it was healed. It is unlikely that they will return soon."

"Until then, you and your family are deprived of the comfort of some of your family."

Shifting uneasily, Elizabeth averted her eyes, "My mother would indeed wish for her sister's presence."

Raising an eyebrow, Bingley observed how she grew frustrated as she crumpled the handkerchief in her lap, "But you would not?"

"It is not that I do not love my aunt and uncle, but . . . well, my mother and my aunt have a great deal in common."

"Ah." Nodding, Bingley recognized the true meaning behind her words and could comprehend her tentativeness in regards to having the aunt's presence in addition to her family; after all, he could never wish to have both Caroline and his Great-Aunt Gertrude together. The two together could drive a man to bedlam with their constant chatter over fortunes, titles and rank 3. Shaking his head, Bingley tried to return to their conversation.

"I think I know what you mean."

When she looked at him sharply, he swallowed and hurriedly added, "What I mean is that I understand. I think every family has its own quirks and mine is no exception."

She nodded silently and looked back down at her lap before hesitantly enquiring, "How does your family feel about it?"

Bingley swallowed hard as he felt himself redden. "Well . . . I actually did not tell them yet."

"Why?"

Sighing, Bingley focused his attention on a bird that had landed on a branch just outside the window. "I did not tell them because I did not know how to."

Elizabeth watched him closely before lowering her eyes, "In other words, you do not think they will accept it. They will object and make it more difficult."

Nodding, he kept eyes directed at the bird. "Caroline in particular will be difficult. I am sorry to pain you, but I feel I must tell you she dislikes you quite heartily 1&2 ."

"I know."

Startled, Bingley turned to face her, "You do?"

"It was not hard to see her aversion to my company particularly after I disagreed with her on a number of issues."

He blinked, "Oh."

Laughing humourlessly, Elizabeth gave a sad smile, "It must have surprised her that a mere country miss could have such decided opinions."

A smile similarly tugged at his lips, but it soon dissolved as he envisioned his sisters' past diatribes 1&3 and recalled that those same criticisms were likely to be repeated in the very near future. "Indeed. She was most putout, though to be honest, she is putout whenever her opinion is disregarded or ignored."

Despite this somewhat lighter moment, the pressures of their situation came back full force when they heard the sound of a carriage rolling up to the front door. Elizabeth leaned over peering out the window to try and see who the new arrival could be. Catching a glimpse of them, relief curved her lips upward in a sad smile.

"My aunt and uncle have arrived. Mrs. Hill will probably show them in here first."

Both shifted nervously as they heard shuffling sounds and voices in the hallway. Bingley was on his feet the moment they heard the door latch click and saw the door swing open to reveal a elegant 6, but tired and distressed looking couple.

The lady was the first to speak as she rushed over to Elizabeth and carefully embraced her trying to avoid aggravating her broken arm.

"Oh Elizabeth, it is so terrible. We received your express late last night and knew we could not wait for daybreak and left immediately. How are you dear?"

Elizabeth forced a small smile to her face as she released her aunt, "I am well enough, but that can wait. I know Mama will want to see you both. She has been rather upset."

Mr. Gardiner took his eyes off Bingley long enough to reply to his niece, "Yes, we heard her as we came in. Are you sure you are well enough to be moving around?"

"Well enough, I assure you uncle." Seeing her uncle's curious and slightly displeased gaze return to Bingley, Elizabeth realized she had better not wait for introductions. "Although I know you must want to see to mother, my sisters and I, please allow me to introduce Mr. Bingley to you. He came yesterday at my father's explicit request. Mr. Bingley may I introduce my aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner."

Raising one eyebrow, Mr. Gardiner relaxed a little, "Mr. Bingley, I have heard a little about you from my niece's letters. Pardon me if I dispense with the pleasantries, but I assume you are here on some business my brother placed in your hands to speak to my wife and I about."

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Though, it is a little more complicated than that. I realize you have just arrived and would understand if this is not the best time for a private audience, but I must speak to you today if at all possible."

Frowning, Mr. Gardiner wondered at the urgent manner of the request as well at the need to speak privately with him, but imagined he would learn soon enough. "First let me check on my sister and then I will speak with you here if that it acceptable."

"Of course."

As Mr. Gardiner left, Mrs. Gardiner observed both her niece and Mr. Bingley noticing how apprehensive both had become. Turning to her niece, she took her hand, "Elizabeth, what has happened besides Jane and your father's deaths?"

"Please Aunt, wait for Uncle Gardiner to return. It will be easier to say this just once."

"As you wish, my dear, but know that you can talk to me about anything."

"I know, Aunt."

A few minutes passed with only the muted conversation between aunt and niece leaving Bingley feeling out of place and an intruder besides. Before he could excuse himself however, Mrs. Gardiner patted Elizabeth's hand and excused herself from the room stating she would also like to check on Mrs. Bennet as well as her other nieces. Silence flowed in as soon as the door shut causing the two remaining occupants to feel the increased tension that only rose higher as the clock ticked the minutes by.

Bingley cleared his throat, "Well, they did seem understanding of my presence. Thank you for mentioning your father's sending for me."

Nodding, Elizabeth looked up, "I knew that would relieve any misgivings they had over your presence. Now all that remains is to tell them the rest."

"How long do you think it will be before we can tell them?"

Looking up at the clock on the mantelpiece, Elizabeth bit her lower lip, "Probably no more than half-an-hour more. My uncle has always been able to extricate himself from my mother when she is upset without causing any further disturbance. I have no doubt that is partly why my aunt went up."

Bingley nodded. The more he learned about the Gardiners, the more he appreciated them; he felt that by the time everything was sorted out, they would have someone they could depend on for help. Sighing, he only wished he could say the same about his own family.

Suddenly frowning, Bingley realized he had not once seen the younger Miss Bennets since prior to the accident, "Miss Elizabeth, how are your sisters faring? I have not seen them."

"I have actually seen them very little myself as Mrs. Hill has dealt with them since yesterday, but they are faring as well as can be expected. Mary has taken it upon herself, at the advice of Mrs. Hill, to stay with our mother and has apparently taken everything relatively calmly. Lydia and Kitty, on the other hand, have been ordered to their rooms for the time being. Both have been rather in shock."

Her voice had become soft at the end and she stared off into the distance without really looking at anything.

"What is it?"

Shaking her head, she cleared her mind of her distraction, "It is nothing. I am only surprised by the lack of a more voluble reaction from my youngest sister. She would not normally go to her room without an argument 7 ."

"Perhaps she truly feels saddened at the loss of her father and sister."

"I am sure she does, but her reaction seems unusual for her."

Not knowing what to reply, Bingley simply stared at his hand while Elizabeth gazed out the window. They stayed in this uneasy silence until they heard steps approaching followed by the door opening to admit Mr. Gardiner his face a stormy mixture of irritation and exasperation. Surprised, Bingley glanced over at a wide-eyed Elizabeth who only shook her head signaling her own bewilderment.

"Uncle, is everything all right?"

Hearing his niece's tentative voice, Mr. Gardiner's face softened, "I am sorry for concerning you. It is only that I am disconcerted over my sister's behavior just now. I never imagined she could act so."

"What did mama do?"

Mr. Gardiner just shook his head, "Never mind that now. Mr. Bingley, I believe there is something you would like to tell me."

"Yes, sir. Though it is rather something Miss Elizabeth and I have to relate."

Eyebrows reaching for his hairline, Mr. Gardiner eyed them as he took a seat behind his brother-in-laws desk.

"Well then, why do you not tell me."

Clearing his throat, Bingley started to speak when Elizabeth interrupted him, "Perhaps, I should start as everything started with the accident yesterday."

Bingley nodded to her and Mr. Gardiner turned his attention to her. Starting at her, Jane's and her father's departure from London, Elizabeth described the return trip home and particularly relating what she remembered of the accident. Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Bingley waited patiently when she paused to recover her composure from discussing those distressing memories. Once calm again, she continued on relating how they had been found and returned to Longbourn. Elizabeth struggled to maintain her self-control as she told of her promise to Jane, her father's consent and their subsequent deaths.

When she had finished, Mr. Gardiner looked down, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Despite wishing to go comfort his niece after the trial she had endured, he turned to Mr. Bingley, "Would you relate your side of the story now, Mr. Bingley."

After reassuring himself that Elizabeth was calm enough to endure another re-telling, Bingley turned back to Mr. Gardiner and told him everything that had happened the day before and particularly detailing his promise to Miss Jane Bennet.

When Bingley had likewise finished, Mr. Gardiner sighed, "I wish I could say that I am completely sanguine about this."

"Sir," Bingley started to say only to be stopped by Mr. Gardiner's raised hand.

"Do not presume that I will interfere. You both made your choice when you gave your words to Jane and you have my brother-in-law's consent. That will be enough for most people. My only concern is your happiness. Do you both think you can make this marriage a success?"

Both looked nervously at each other before Bingley answered, "I do not know, but I do know I will try to make your niece the best husband I can."

Mr. Gardiner looked toward Elizabeth who sat up straighter and returned his steady look, "And I will also try to be a good wife to Mr. Bingley. I gave my word to Jane and will try to fulfill it."

Observing the two of them, Mr. Gardiner sighed, "Then let me wish you both the best and offer any help my wife and I can provide."

Bingley let out the breath he had been holding in relief. "Thank you, sir."

"Elizabeth, Mr. Bingley, I hope you do not mind, but I would like to inform my wife in private. It would be best if she knew immediately as well."

"We understand uncle. We can move to the drawing room in order for you to use the study as I am sure you would prefer."

"Yes, it would be easiest to speak to your aunt here. However," Mr. Gardiner took in his niece's wan and tired complexion. Glancing at Mr. Bingley, he noted that the gentleman also looked rather drawn and worn-out too. "Have either of you eaten today?"

Both nodded, admitting to having had an early breakfast to which her uncle frowned as he looked up at the clock, "Then you should both have something more. It is almost two."

Blinking, Elizabeth and Bingley stared at the clock with widened eyes while Mr. Gardiner shook his head, "Elizabeth, while I inform your aunt, go to the dinning room and have a meal prepared for the four of us as I am sure your sisters and mother prefer to remain in their room at present. Mr. Bingley, could you help her to the dinning room?"

"Of course, sir."

Standing, Elizabeth leaned on Bingley's arm needing as her injured ankle still prevented her from walking without a good deal of support. After making their way slowly to the dinning room, Bingley helped Elizabeth sit and rang for one of the maids who took Elizabeth's message to the cook. Neither of them were inclined to speak after telling their sides of the previous day's events. Unable to even look at each other for the moment, Bingley walked over to the window and stared out even as Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to rid her mind of all thoughts of the accident. Although curious about their odd behavior, the maid studiously avoided looking at them while she set the table and brought in the meal.

Finally, the door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner entered. The first thing Mrs. Gardiner did was sit next to her niece and take her hand.

"Your uncle told me everything. My dear Lizzy, are you sure about this?"

Looking up to see the concern etched in her aunt's eyes, Elizabeth nodded. "I must do this. I could do no less now."

Empathizing with her niece, Mrs. Gardiner embraced her and whispered in her ear, "Your uncle and I will support you. Whatever you need, ask and we will do all we can for you both."

Tears welled up in Elizabeth's eyes as she held onto her aunt tightly. "Thank you, Aunt."

While they talked, Mr. Gardiner had approached Mr. Bingley whom he noted glanced several times toward the table during their conversation. Seeing that his wife's and niece's own discourse moved away from the more emotional aspect, he brought everyone's attention to the meal laid out and everyone joined in though some ate more and some less. Conversation revolved around more neutral subjects such as Mr. Gardiner asking Bingley about himself and Bingley returning the courtesy. It was only after they finished eating that the subject of funeral arrangements finally cropped up. As they were discussing this, they heard the sound of gravel crunching under horses hooves and wheels.

Curious as to who could possibly be calling at Longbourn, Mr. Gardiner stood and walked over to the window where he peered out the glass.

"What is it?"

Turning back to his wife, Mr. Gardiner shook his head, "It is some man I have never seen before. Lizzy, was your father expecting anyone?"

Bingley cleared his throat and everyone turned toward him, "Actually, both Miss Jane and Mr. Bennet mentioned that a cousin named Collins was due to arrive sometime this afternoon8. Apparently, the visit had been agreed to some time ago. I . . . I forgot they mentioned it."

Noting the pink tingeing the other man's face, Mr. Gardiner walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, "Do not upset yourself. Under the circumstances, it is understandable that you forgot it. However, this is rather unfortunate that he would visit at such a time. If he is decent, he will give the family time to adjust, but somehow I doubt it. The disagreement was of longstanding between the families8 and my brother's cousin was never one to concede anything. Whatever the case may be, I should go see to this gentleman and bring him in here. I am sure he is even now wondering why there is no one there to greet him."

Chapter 5

Bingley walked over to the window and peered out the window watching closely as Mr. Gardiner approached this somewhat unwelcome guest. His mouth tightened as he observed the slightly dismayed expression turn to an altogether artificial appearance of sympathy and sorrow. Although he had yet to meet the man, he found himself taking an almost immediate dislike to him. Even from here he pegged him as overly pompous with a decidedly arrogant humility if the words could ever be said to work together8. He watched as his future uncle led the man back into the house and he quickly walked back over to the table.

"They are on their way." Glancing at Elizabeth, he saw her face pale despite the encouragement her aunt was trying to give her by way of squeezing her hand. Upon hearing footsteps approaching, all, but Elizabeth who was unfortunately seated facing away from the door, turned toward the door as it opened admitting the two gentlemen.

Without any preamble, Mr. Gardiner immediately began making the introductions, "Mr. Collins, may I introduce my wife, Mrs. Gardiner, the young lady in the chair is my niece Elizabeth who I am sure you will pardon for not greeting you properly as she is still suffering from her injury received in the accident and this gentleman is Mr. Bingley. My dear, Elizabeth, Mr. Bingley, this is Mr. Collins."

If Mr. Collins was displeased at a non-family members attendance at the home of a mourning family, it was only discernable by the brief frown which quickly dissipated as he launched into the small speech he had begun formulating the moment Mr. Gardiner informed him of the family's current state.

"Please allow me to express my deepest sympathy and sorrow at the passing of my most esteemed cousin and his most worthy daughter. It is a terrible tragedy and one that must be felt deeply by all the family. Particularly my cousin's widow and lovely daughters must suffer most acutely, especially in light of my unfortunate inheritance of their home8. It must leave them all feeling quite despondent about their future prospects. I hope I may provide some words of solace for them in this unhappy time9."

Mr. Gardiner pursed his lips at this little speech while his wife tried to formulate some sort of polite reply. Elizabeth turned her face away from her cousin and stared at the tabletop as she tried to contain the combination of embarrassment, anger and annoyance she felt. At the same time, Bingley bit his tongue to prevent himself from speaking. Instead, he settled for narrowing his eyes at the other man.

As Mr. Collins opened his mouth to continue his monologue, Mr. Gardiner interrupted, "Pardon, but are you planning on staying here in light of recent events?"

The gentleman's eyes widened, startled at the question, "But of course! They are my family are they not? In what better way might I offer comfort and reassurance to my dear cousins than by remaining here. After all, I will, unfortunately, be the one to cause further pain in the near future. Thus you must agree that I am obliged to take this opportunity to console with my fair cousins and offer what reconciliation is in my power to provide7&8."

All four other occupants of the room tensed with this declaration and Mr. Gardiner cleared his throat before tentatively inquiring about the one issue causing substantial apprehension.

"May I ask how soon you intend to lay claim to Longbourn7&8 ?"

"Why, as soon as my dear cousin Mr. Bennet and his fair daughter Jane are laid to rest, of course."

Gasps came from the ladies while indignation flowed from the gentlemen. Clenching his jaw, Bingley glared at the man who had uttered such a callous statement. To think that this man is related to sweet Jane! If she had survived, she too would have been facing such a cruel eviction. Jane, I begin to comprehend your concerns regarding him. Even as I gave you my promise, I did not believe anyone could be so unfeeling at such a time.

Straining to control his anger, he took a deep breath before addressing Mr. Collins. "Do you mean to say that you will not permit the ladies whom you have earlier declared to be deeply affected by the loss of two loved ones the opportunity to mourn in their own home?"

Blinking, Mr. Collins simply looked at him without a hint of comprehension to Bingley's implication. "Certainly. I have, since gaining my fortunate position of the Hunsford living at Rosing's Park, taken the advice of my most esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh10. She states that although estates should never be entailed away from the female line , as her most honorable daughter is heiress to the great estate of Rosing's Park10&11 , that if such an entailment exists, the property should pass immediately to the next owner. After all, as she most condescendingly says9 , the family will be required to move in any case and should not be cosseted as it will only cause them greater difficulty in adapting to their new circumstances."

Infuriated at the gentleman's lack of consideration and compassion, Bingley opened his mouth to issue a particularly heated lecture on the merits of kindness and understanding only to close it when he felt Mr. Gardiner's hand touch his shoulder and saw him discreetly shake his head; he had not seen the gentleman's approach, but Bingley was grateful for the intervention for it would not do to insult or upset the one upon whom the Bennets' next few days of peace depended.

Sensing the increased tension in the room, Mrs. Gardiner turned to Mr. Collins, "Would you please come with us into the drawing room where we will have some tea. I am afraid you will have to wait for your room to be readied, but I am sure you understand the delay."

"Oh, naturally I understand, madam. However, I think I should see the lady of the house to express my condolences at this time."

"I do not think my sister is up to seeing anyone at present, sir." Knowing his sister's current state, Mr. Gardiner worried that a visit from the man who would soon evict her and her daughters would not be conducive to anyone's peace of mind.

"Oh, but I only wish a brief interview that I believe, if I do say so, might go a long way to alleviating some of Mrs. Bennet's concerns. After all, that was the original purpose for my visit8."

As his brow puckered, Mr. Gardiner pursed his lips as considered how to handle the situation. He realized that the gentleman would not rest until he gained his interview and thus he decided that it would be prudent to get it over with as soon as possible. "As you wish, Mr. Collins. However, I must impress upon you that the interview fully depends on my sister. If you will go to the drawing room with my wife, Elizabeth and Mr. Bingley, I will go see if my sister will allow your visit."

"I would be happy to condole with your wife and my cousin." He looked awkwardly at Bingley not knowing how to include him or refer to him. Thus, he concluded to not mention him at all.

As they stood to move to the drawing room, Mrs. Gardiner helped support Elizabeth while Bingley hovered near by ready to provide any extra support if needed. In truth, he knew it was not necessary, but the alternative of either of them having to talk to Elizabeth's cousin was intolerable.

Once in the drawing room, Mrs. Gardiner settled Elizabeth on the divan where she could elevate her ankle which had grown progressively more painful throughout the day. Her aunt took the seat closest forcing the gentlemen to take the other two chairs near the foot of the divan.

The severe discomfort of three members of the little party went entirely unnoticed by the fourth who somehow managed to continue his endeavors at commiseration and praise the grandeur of Rosing's Park as well as the condescension of his patroness Lady Catherine at the same time10. However, it was his attentions to Elizabeth that truly set the other three on edge. It was apparent that Mr. Collins was completely oblivious to the distress he caused his ‘dear' cousin; thus, it fell to Mrs. Gardiner and Bingley to hinder that gentleman's conversation with Elizabeth as much as possible. Nevertheless, Bingley grew further annoyed with his insensibility as the minutes ticked by slowly12 . Thankfully, Mr. Gardiner entered before Bingley could inform Mr. Collins that his attentions were only upsetting his cousin.

The dismay and worry etched into Mr. Gardiner's face quickly disappeared as he addressed Mr. Collins, "My sister will see you in a moment in her sitting room upstairs, sir."

"Oh, thank you! I am sure that after my visit she will be much relieved."

Mr. Gardiner did not reply but only pursed his lips in further exasperation and glance worriedly at the other three.

Only a few minutes of stilted conversation passed when Mrs. Hill entered to announce that Mrs. Bennet would now see Mr. Collins who followed her out with something like alacrity.

When the door had shut behind him, Elizabeth turned to her uncle, "Uncle, what is wrong? You look troubled."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed, "Yes, I am worried, Lizzy. Your mother is acting rather oddly to be sure. As soon as I mentioned Mr. Collins wish to provide some alleviation to her fears, she grew very quiet and suddenly demanded that I send Hill to her so that she could see Mr. Collins immediately. I am sure that this will lead to no good at all. I do not like to think what may come of this meeting."

Mrs. Gardiner closed her eyes as she listened to her husband. Opening her eyes, she glanced apprehensively at her niece before turning to her husband, "Perhaps it may clarify things if I tell you that Mr. Collins seemed particularly attentive to Elizabeth during your absence."

Frowning, Mr. Gardiner gazed out the window as a thoughtful expression crossed his face, "I think perhaps we ought to inform both him and my sister of Lizzy's engagement."

Paling Elizabeth stared at her uncle with her mouth hanging open, "You cannot mean that he intends to court me!"

"I mean that he intends to make you an offer12&13."

Shaking her head, Elizabeth closed her eyes, "No, no, you cannot be serious! He may be thoughtless, but I do not think he would ignore the propriety of a mourning period."

"On the contrary, I think he with the support of your mother will do just that12&13. You forget that he is now technically the owner of Longbourn and your mother will not wish to live anywhere else. As much as I hate to speak ill of my sister, I doubt very much that she will consider the mourning period as any obstacle when having a daughter marry Mr. Collins means that she and her three remaining daughters could stay here."

As he watched Elizabeth grow increasingly pale, Bingley's jaw tightened. He could not understand how any mother could put material concerns over the happiness of one of their children nor could he stand for Mr. Collin's apparent preference. Jane, did you foresee this too?

Seeing Elizabeth's heightened distress, he took the seat her aunt vacated a moment earlier and took her hand, "I agree with Mr. Gardiner. I think both Mr. Collins and your mother should be told about our engagement immediately. If indeed your mother's only desire is to have a home, then that should satisfy her."

Elizabeth shook her head, "I do not know if it will. She has always been somewhat obsessed with getting her daughters married and has never been fond of the idea of anyone but our family, excluding the Collins's of course, living at Longbourn14."

"You mean that even if she knows of our . . . engagement . . . she will still insist you accept your cousin?"

"No, I do not think she would do that, but I doubt it will stop her from redirecting his attentions from me to one of my younger sisters."

Shaking his head, Bingley wondered how to straighten out this additional problem. They sat in silence for a few moments longer before Mr. Gardiner called him over to talk with him. While they talked in hushed voices, Mrs. Gardiner returned to her seat by Elizabeth who felt greatly comforted by her aunt's reassuring words. Time passed, and feeling that perhaps a cup of tea would help everyone relax a little, Mrs. Gardiner walked over to ring for a maid. Before she could return to her seat however, the door opened and Mrs. Bennet entered followed by Mr. Collins.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 3
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 6, 8 & 10-11
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 8
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 21; Volume 2 Chapter 1 & 12
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 2
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 9; Volume 2 Chapter 18
8 ) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 6
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 14
11) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6
12) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 15
13) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 19
14) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 1, 23