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Part One – The last of My Army Days

Chapter 1

Posted on Sunday, 12 February 2006

Saturday May 25th 1811

I have just finished training the latest young men to be officers at the Academy, not far from Earls Court. However, I must admit that I prefer to oversee the training of young foot soldiers. Many of them are much better than the spoilt brats they want me to train to be officers. Back at camp, these young infantrymen were restless to get to their regiments in Wellington's army. Many, in my opinion were still very young, and should have been in short pants, but I think I have made men out of them now. The new bunch arrives in June. Let us hope they are not so youthful. I know many of the officers are from the militia, so at least they will have some notion of soldiering.

Today Georgiana is to travel to Ramsgate with her companion Mrs. Younge. I do not know why, but there is something about her that still I do not like. She seems so false somehow. Still, Mama said she came with excellent references from her friend Lady Fields. That lady's recommendation was more than enough for Darcy and I. I hope that Georgiana enjoys her self, it will do her good to get away from the stale air in London. The sea air at Ramsgate is so invigorating at this time of year.

Thursday May 30th 1811

On my latest visit to Darcy House, I noticed how quiet the place was without Georgiana's music and laughter. Darcy mentioned that because he had completed the most important parts his business in London, he was thinking of paying his sister an unexpected visit. At first, I was quite surprised at this; normally Darcy is not one to leave his business unfinished. Noting my bewilderment, he explained to me how much he was missed Georgiana. I must say that like her brother, I miss her as well. Sadly, Darcy also commented on how the house was lifeless and depressive without her presence. I must agree with him there.

I am on leave from today for the next two weeks, and therefore agreed to accompany him. It will be good to get out of the murkiness of London. I am looking forward to filling my lungs with the fresh, bracing air of Ramsgate.

Friday May 31st 1811

When we arrived at Ramsgate, we called at Georgiana's lodgings to find that both Georgiana and Mrs. Younge were out. Mrs. Field, the housekeeper, and the abigail, Alice, informed us that Mrs. Younge and Georgiana were walking on the promenade. We took the carriage down the promenade hoping that she would enjoy our surprise visit. However, Darcy and I were the ones who received the surprise. Near the quieter part of the sea front, where you can clearly see the white chalk cliffs, we found Georgiana, arm in arm with the wickedest cur known to man.

Wickham! I am going to kill him!!! That bastard has ingratiated himself into Georgiana's feelings by promising to marry her, and getting her to agree to an elopement to Gretna Green. All in the name of revenge. Poor Georgiana, she was so happy when she told us both of her forth-coming marriage. From the murderous looks on our faces, the cur knew that he had been caught out right.

Confused at our angry expressions, Georgiana asked if we were happy for her and were we pleased that, she was to marry? I smiled at her comfortingly and said that we would discuss it later, in private. Georgiana looked towards Wickham, who began to laugh at her. He then said rather cruelly. "Little girl, I was only marrying you for your dowry. You mean nothing to me. I was only using you to get revenge on your guardians for their poor treatment of me. Your brother would not give me what he owes me, so I thought I would take recompense from him - the most precious thing he has - you." He stood there laughing at her in such a vile way my hands itched to remove the smile from his face. This was soon remedied by Darcy's fist when it connected with Wickham's nose and sent him sprawling on the floor. The only reason why I did not hit him was I had my arms full at the time with poor Georgiana. As much as I would have liked a turn with him myself, I could not. Georgiana had taken Wickham's confessions hard and fainted into my arms.

Carrying her into our waiting coach, I ordered her companion to accompany me back to Georgiana's lodgings, which was located only a few streets away. Once back at her rented townhouse, I carried Georgie to her room, and left her in the capable hands of the housekeeper and her abigail. My interview with Mrs. Younge went quickly; at least she had the grace to appear horrified at what had happened. When I asked why she had allowed Mr. Wickham to impose himself on Miss Darcy, Mrs. Younge told me that as they had known each other from childhood, she did not foresee a problem in their renewing the relationship. Giving Mrs. Younge her final wages, I dismissed her without references. Darcy's valet and my man, Hastings, were instructed to make sure Mrs. Younge left as soon as her bags were packed. So that I could return to Darcy to help deal with that cur Wickham.

It took me a while to find them as Darcy had dragged him down into a quiet side street. When I found where they were, I noticed that Wickham had recovered from Darcy's first blow and was now sporting a few more bruises. Wickham was always a dirty fighter and he had not changed; it turned out he had a swordstick on him, and he and Darcy were duelling. I smiled as I saw what was happening, knowing soon that the weapon would be out of his hands as Darcy was always the more proficient swordsman of the two. Once the sword was on the ground and kicked out of his reach, Wickham paled even further when he saw I had returned. I doubt Wickham will be able to show his face in public for sometime, let alone walk. That odoriferous stench of roast meat for worms, Wickham, is now nursing a few broken ribs, and two black eyes - one from Darcy and the other from me. I hope our paths never cross again as he will be a dead man within a few hours.

When we arrived back at Georgiana's lodgings, I had the chance to appreciate the sweet little property, which had been secured for her use by Mr. Wilson, Darcy's man of business.

The housekeeper took one look at our scrapes and scratches and rushed in with hot water and balm to soothe our cuts and bruises. Once our injuries were tended to, we inquired after Miss Georgiana whom we were told was now resting in her rooms.

Saturday June 1st 1811

Poor Georgiana! She had a shocking night last night blaming herself for what happened. Darcy and I could see the pain and desolation on her face. Neither of us knew what to say or do. We both knew that explaining what an expert at deception Wickham was would only make things worse. Georgiana did not want to discuss what had happened so we resolved to wait for her to open up and talk about it.

As we brought poor Georgiana back to Town, I noticed how listless she seemed to be. Once in London I asked if she would like to visit my mother, suggesting that she might be able to give her the comfort she needed. Georgiana became very distraught at my suggestion and begged to return directly home, as she did not want to see anyone at present. Noticing how upset she became at the idea, we agreed and went directly to the townhouse. Later, once Georgiana was in her apartments, Darcy and I discussed what had happened. We then decided that we needed some female assistance with Georgiana.

Sunday June 2nd 1811

Today, I called at my parent's townhouse hoping to speak with Mother. My mother is the soul of discretion and was horrified to hear what had happened at Ramsgate. She blamed herself for bringing Mrs. Younge to our attention as a companion to Georgiana and declared that this would be the last time she ever accepted recommendations from her friends, especially Lady Fields. After suggesting some things that Darcy and I could do to help Georgiana, Mother insisted that she would have to speak with her. She made plans to visit Georgiana with my sisters later this week.

Saturday June 15th 1811

For the last two weeks, Georgiana has spent most of her time in her apartments, refusing to see or speak to anyone except her abigail, her brother and myself. I could kill that wicked prick-eared son of an Amazonian troll!!! The cur seems to have completely destroyed her sense of self-worth. Both Darcy and I have spent many hours trying to cheer her up, but to no avail. My poor little butterfly looks crushed, has lost her ability to fly, and her brightness seems to have faded.

My mother and sisters called again today, and for the first time since arriving home, a very pale and listless Georgiana came down to greet them. She agreed - after much persuasion - to go out for a walk around the shops, but she did not purchase anything and almost ran back into her apartments when she returned. I think Darcy and I were both surprised by that, as shopping is usually one of her favourite pastimes, like most women.

Darcy has arranged to take Georgiana out to see her favourite Shakespearian play, which is showing at the Drury Lane theatre tonight. I hope that this will help to bring a smile on her face. "Much Ado about Nothing" is a one of Shakespeare's finest comedies.

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend, as I have to return to the Academy tomorrow to meet my newest bunch of recruits.

Wednesday July 10th 1811

I called to see how my little butterfly is doing today. She is slowly recovering and has finally returned to her music; it is wonderful to hear her play again. Darcy and I have been taking our time in finding the right companion for her. We both have already interviewed four ladies and discounted each one so far. Today though, our search looks like it has been fruitful. We have found an excellent candidate in Mrs. Annesley. She is the widow of the former incumbent of Lambton parish.

We all know Mrs. Annesley quite well. Since her husband's death ten years ago she has been a companion to Lady Susan Hamilton, my sister Deborah's friend. Mrs. Annesley became available when Lady Susan married a few weeks ago. Darcy and I think she will be an excellent chaperone. She is a very kind, caring and happy woman. She arrives next week to take up her post.

Saturday August 10th 1811

Mrs. Annesley is doing a wonderful job with Georgiana who seems like she is recovering from the hurt she suffered. How lovely it is to hear her merry laugh around the house again. Today both Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley were both laughing at my expense over what had happened last night at the theatre.

According to Georgiana, that shallowbrained tart, Miss Bingley, not only has Darcy in her sights as a marriage mate, but also has me in mind as a reserve; someone to fall back on if she fails to secure Darcy. (That suggestion was enough to make me feel very ill indeed.) All I can think is that this may be her last season so she must have become rather desperate.

Last night she was trying to amuse Darcy and I with her sarcastic wit, which I found downright rude and insulting at times. A 'Lady Catherine' in the making if I ever saw one. She is so full of piss and vinegar. As the bard states, she has no brain, it is all earwax. I know of many people who are put off by her spiteful tongue. Last year she caused so much trouble for my sister Henrietta by spreading her vile gossip it nearly ended the engagement to the Marquess of Erith. Luckily, it was proved untrue and when I found out that the rumour could be traced back to Miss Bingley, I was furious. For her brother's sake I have kept this information to myself, but if that snivelling butt ugly bitch causes any more problems I will do my best to make sure she is no longer accepted in society!

Miss Bingley is not what you would call a good-looking woman, much too skinny for my liking. She has nothing to recommend her, with no bosom at all. - As the men would say, she has a couple of pimples - with nothing more to excite the eyes - and I do like to see a woman with nice rounded breasts. Her face is long thin and very shrewish, in fact, that awful smile of hers is enough to make you feel like committing yourself to Bedlam! I would not say that Miss Bingley fell from the top branch of the ugly tree, but she must have hit the last three branches while falling. Poor Bingley was so embarrassed by her behaviour. I have never seen him turn such a wonderful shade of purple not even when he fagged for both Darcy and me at Eton. The poor goose!

Sunday August 25th 1811

Today at White's, Bingley excitedly informed Darcy and I about a manor house in Hertfordshire called Netherfield, which he has recently rented. He moves in on the 30th September and has invited both of us both to spend the autumn with him. Unfortunately, I had to decline his invitation because the next set of green trainees arrives tomorrow.

Darcy did agree to this proposal, confiding in me later that he felt confident enough in Mrs. Annesley's judgement that he could leave Georgiana alone with her for six weeks or so. I have promised to call upon them occasionally to make sure everything is well and to correspond regularly with him on the subject.

Poor Darcy, having to spend six weeks with the Devil sisters.

Chapter 2

Posted on Saturday, 18 February 2006

Tuesday September 10th 1812

Called to see Georgiana today and was encouraged to see how happy she is. Even her music has a much happier air to it. We went for a stroll in Hyde Park and later we visited Vauxhall Gardens, along with Mama and Papa, to see the balloon rise. It is the first time I have seen one and it was spectacular to watch.

Monday October 7th 1812

Most of our recruits are to join Wellington in Spain next month, so both Colonel Frazer and I will have a new bunch in after the Christmas period. I must say that these have been the best yet; I suspect that most of these will make good officers one day.

Called in to see Georgiana who was reading a long letter from her brother. She told me that he had met most of the families in the neighbourhood. He also mentioned that two young ladies were staying at Netherfield when one became very ill after getting a soaking on her way to visit Miss Bingley. Georgiana laughed as she showed me the comments Miss Bingley had asked him to include in his letter and she suggested I might be upset that Miss Bingley did not ask after me as well. I was certainly not upset to escape her notice. I hope she will find someone else to get her claws into in the countryside.

Thursday November 28th 1812

I was surprised to see Darcy back in town today. I thought that they had planned to stay in Hertfordshire until the first Saturday in December before travelling on to Pemberley where Georgiana and I were supposed to meet them.

Went to the opera to see 'The Marriage of Figaro', I found it very entertaining. It was Georgiana's first opera and once back at Darcy House she enthusiastically rabbited on about the fine performance. Altogether, it was a very enjoyable evening!

Thursday December 19th 1812

I am looking forward to a pleasant Christmas this year with Darcy and Georgiana. He told me he has even invited a few friends to Pemberley. This will be the first time since my Uncle's death that Darcy has actually celebrated Christmas at Pemberley, They usually remain London or at Matlock Manor.

Saturday December 21st 1812

I found out today that Darcy has invited Bingley and the super bitches as well as some of our old friends from Cambridge. It looks like it could be an interesting Christmas. While in the music room this afternoon I asked Georgiana if she would play for me this evening. Blushing prettily, Georgiana declined saying she did not feel she could play in front of so many visitors. Therefore, I did not cajole her and told Darcy that he should not do so either.

After dinner, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley both entertained us with their musical selections. At least she did not wear that awful carrot colour. I noticed later on this evening that Miss Bingley was sharpening her claws and preparing for battle! I was surprised to see her twisting Lord Bryant around her little fingers. It looks like his title makes him preferable over Darcy or me. Poor Bastard!!!

Thursday January 2nd 1812

Well this must have been the worst Christmas and New Year ever. Bingley has been morose all through the holidays. As to his obnoxious vile plague of sisters, they both seemed to look very pleased with themselves. Miss Bingley kept dropping veiled hints to Darcy about someone's fine eyes. Whoever this lady is, (and I believe it is a lady), is no doubt much more appealing than Miss Bingley. The more she alludes to this mystery lady, the more she seems to alienate Darcy and hurt her brother. Darcy hardly spoke two words about his visit; I wonder what went on in Hertfordshire?

Tonight Miss Bingley reminded me of an orange peacock. The colour makes her look even uglier with so many feathers bobbing around her head and most likely, all the jewellery she possesses. Does she think that they enhance her looks? She makes me shudder! I know I should not say this of a friend's sister, but she reminds me of a well-dressed slattern. Georgiana is much happier now. I am glad we found Mrs. Annesley, she has been a blessing in disguise. Tomorrow, I will spend a couple of days with Mama and Papa, then it is back to the Academy.

Monday January 20th 1812

Today I called at Pemberley to find the atmosphere much happier now that the Bingleys have departed for their family visit to Bath. It looks as though this short break with my cousins will be more enjoyable this time around. Georgiana showed me the new screen she has been making, and listening to her play on the pianoforte is a pure joy to my jaded heart. I was surprised to realise that she is no longer a child, but now almost an adult and what a beauty she is becoming.

Thank goodness! Darcy is now behaving more his like his old self again. I challenged him to a fencing match and I must say how much he has improved since our last match. I lost one, won one, and drew one. I know that Darcy goes everyday to the fencing parlour in Lambton when at Pemberley and Samuels Fencing Academy when he is in London, to keep well disciplined and has been working with one of the best instructors over the last year. Perhaps I should spend more time practicing - I would not want my cousin to beat me I would never live it down if they heard back in the barracks or at the Academy.

As we were riding back to Pemberley, he mentioned that he was organising a deer hunt in the woods above the house. The park is getting rather over run with them. Wonderful! That is something to look forward to - let us hope the weather improves.

Monday January 24th 1812

The weather was perfect for the hunt and we managed to bag a couple of does and a stag between us. In one week, I will have to return to the regiment, to train some more of those green men - or I should say young boys of fourteen who come fresh from their mothers' skirts. Ah well! It is my job to make men out of them before they go to France to fight Nappy.

Jumping Jehosaphats! I was stunned by how beautiful Georgiana looked tonight. The gown she wore fit her womanly curves so perfectly she looked like a goddess. Georgiana also had her beautiful blonde hair curled in an elegant style, which suited her face. Looking at her, I felt the same brotherly pride in her that was showing so clearly on Darcy's face. Our little butterfly is now fully developing her wings.

Georgiana did us proud, acting as mistress of Pemberley for the first time. Everyone commented on how beautiful she had grown. Most people, like myself, had known her all her life, and were surprised to see the woman she was fast becoming. She still seems to have that air of sadness around her, but it is not like the deep gloom that affected her this summer. Thank goodness for Mrs. Annesley; the woman is working miracles!

Next year, our little girl will come out for all to see, and we will have a terrible job on our hands keeping her away from all the fortune hunters. Darcy and I discussed Georgiana's up and coming presentation later on in his study. He suggested that we needed to start making a list of the most eligible bachelors of the ton and take a look into their backgrounds before she is introduced to them. Neither of us ever wants to see her as hurt as she was with that yellow bellied, spineless cur, Wickham. Her little face was such a picture of misery that day. How could he have hurt her so?

I must say I was extremely surprised to hear that Wickham had joined the militia. He must not have known that they are conscripting men from the militia. My biggest wish now is that he is conscripted into one of my groups training to fight Nappy. If I have my way, the bloody churl will spend most of his time on latrine duty and end up in the front line as cannon fodder. Knowing Wickham, he will probably scarper as soon as he realises he has been conscripted. He is the most notable lily livered coward, a gutless wonder, and the biggest liar that walked this earth.

Friday March 20th 1812

I received my yearly invitation to Rosings to visit our Aunt Catherine and Cousin Anne today. This is one visit I cannot look forward to. The woman has so many opinions, and surrounds herself with complete idiots! Darcy has told me about the latest clotpoll - a new cleric. From what I hear, he is worse than last one; a snivelling toadeater. You would think that she ran a college for witcrackers and toady pheasants.

What upsets most people is that she never listens to anyone else except herself; she is such a conceited old bat. The main reason that Darcy and I still go each year is to visit Anne. Unfortunately, for Darcy, the old shrew is convinced that he and Anne are all but engaged to be married. Neither of them wants this, and no agreements have been drawn up by the families so there is nothing for either of them to honour. The old shrew will be furious when she finds out that her plans will eventually come to nothing.

Saw Bingley tonight. He was still in a wretched mood that I could hardly get a word out of the poor chap. I wonder if he has been crossed in love? After speaking with Darcy on the subject, he finally informed me that the poor man has fallen for a pretty face, but she has the most horrendous family! The young woman and her nearest sister are very pretty and might even be acceptable in society. Their mother is the biggest hag of hell you could meet, and the younger sisters' behave like hoydens. Even so, Darcy said they are daughters of a gentleman, most likely the local squire, who tends to hide away in his library rather than discipline his family. From what I can make out from Darcy's description, the mother seems to be no better than the other matriarchs looking to find a husband for her daughters, but she goes about it in a most dreadful manner imaginable. She would likely force her daughter to marry any man of good standing even if she did not love him. Darcy therefore congratulates himself on saving his friend from a loveless marriage. Lucky Bingley to have such a friend to watch over him!

That long tongued babbling gossip, Miss Bingley, was her usual insufferable self. How Darcy puts up with her behaviour to him, I will never know. If she thinks she will become the next mistress of Pemberley, she must be deluded - she has no chance. I heard her plotting with her sister about the changes that she would make there when she becomes his wife. There will be snow in hell before she succeeds in that ambition.

Saturday March 21st 1812

We finally arrived at Rosings. The roads through the estate itself were terrible and they get worse each year. Darcy and I keep telling Lady Catherine that she will need to get them repaired, but, like all our advice, it is ignored. Mr. Collins, her coxcomical parson, came to call soon after our arrival. We were informed that he and his wife had visitors, including a lady whom Darcy had already been introduced to in Hertfordshire; a Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I have never seen Darcy's eyes light up as they did when the clodpoll mentioned her name and he accepted the invitation to visit straight away. I must say, Darcy's reaction intrigued me. I wonder who this lady is?

Mr. Collins ran on ahead to inform his wife of our visit. As we walked to the parsonage, Darcy talked about Miss Bennet. I could tell by his voice how much he admired her. (I have never heard Darcy speak of a woman this way). Apparently, she is the daughter of a country gentleman and is the second of five daughters. Unfortunately, she has no dowry to speak of and the estate is entailed to the dolt and his wife.

WHAT A BEAUTY!!!! No wonder Darcy's eyes lit up when he saw her. What gorgeous dark brown eyes, surrounded with luscious long black eyelashes. A man could drown in those eyes. (Me thinks this is the mystery lady who instigated Miss Bingley's jealousy!)

While talking, I noticed she was blessed with a very sharp wit as well, which she enjoyed sharpening on my cousin Darcy. At least her wit is not as caustic as that ugly old shrew, Miss Bingley. It made me wonder if it was her way of flirting with him. I will observe her during our stay, as I would like to know more of her. Too bad, she has such a pitiful dowry or I would be joining the queue to court her.

What has surprised me most of all, was Darcy's manner and posture when in Miss Bennet's presence. You should have seen the look on his face - the love-lost fool. I wonder if he knows his feelings for her yet. I actually felt sorry for him at one point. That fat witted dullard, Mr. Collins, never left him alone, simpering, and snivelling over him all the time. I must say how surprised I was when I met the woman who had married the idiotic toad. She seems such a sensible woman, but is rather plain in looks.

Our visit to Rosings this year looks as though it will be very interesting.

Chapter 3

Posted on Saturday, 25 February 2006

Monday March 23rd 1812

Tonight Miss Bennet and her party came for dinner. She looked even more beautiful in the pale blue muslin gown she had on. Such a wonderful voluptuous figure; the cut of the gown framed her form to perfection. What I would do to get my hands on those!! The rest of her figure was light and pleasing, such a trim waist and firm bottom! The afternoon sunlight, which was shining through the window behind her, did me the kindness of showing her long slim legs through the muslin. How I wish I could spend the next few months or so with her in my bed. I had better keep those thoughts to myself, as she is a gentleman's daughter. When she arrived, she smiled so beautifully, that I thought if Darcy were not so smitten, I would have thrown caution to the wind and courted her. When she smiles her whole face lights up and she has such a twinkle in those luscious brown eyes.

My aunt was her usual insufferable self - asking very impertinent questions and giving out all sorts of advice that everyone ignored except Mr. Collins. He is such a dolt. A few bricks shy of a load.

I asked Miss Bennet if she would play the pianoforte, which she agreed to, although she mentioned that she did not play well, as she hardly ever practiced. She actually plays quite well, certainly not as badly as she suggested. I must say that she does not play as well as Georgiana, but her family probably could not afford the masters that Georgiana had. We were enjoyably chatting with each other when Darcy walked up to us and she began her banter again with him. It is so very funny to watch him. I could see in his eyes that he is smitten - well and truly sunk. She has him wrapped around her little finger. I have never seen him try to be as pleasing to a single woman as he has been tonight.

Oh dear! From what she told us, I can see now that she does not regard my cousin very highly. She told me about his behaviour in Meryton. Well all I can say is, as per usual, he acted his normal boorish self. He hates going to balls or assemblies, where he is often recognised for his money, and his estate, but rarely for the person he is. Mind you, the banter that went on between them was rather funny. She mentioned that he refused to dance with anyone and that more than one young woman was in want of a partner. That is typical of him; if he can get out of dancing, he will do so. His face was a picture when she told me of this. Darcy's face turned a beautiful shade of crimson, from the roots of his hair to the tips of his ears and if I guess rightly down his neck as well. Trying to redeem himself, he explained that he had not known anyone in the room, only those in his own party. In addition, he actually admitted to her that he found it hard talking to strangers. This is true, especially when it comes to women. Miss Bennet more or less told him he should practice more and he came back with the rejoinder that neither of them performed well for strangers, which made Miss Bennet laugh cheerfully.

Saturday March 28th 1812

Today was a wonderfully sunny day so I asked Anne if she would like to go for a drive in her phaeton. During our ride we talked of Darcy's altered demeanour, and laughed at how smitten he was with the lovely Miss Bennet. To my surprise, Anne admitted that she had never expected to marry Darcy. She stated that, regardless of her mother's wishes she had hoped he would marry for love rather than duty. She then looked at me and added how much she looked forward to my visits. I then told her I looked forward to seeing her, although I was honest enough to admit that I did not look forward to seeing her mother. Anne spoke of her love of poetry and asked whether I would look for any Mr. Wordsworth's or Mr. Cowper's books, and would I send them to her. She explained how their library at Rosings lacked such books, as her father Sir Lewis had collected mainly histories, which did not interest her. I, of course, agreed to this. Anne surprised me further when she started to laugh about Mr. Collins, stating what a fool the man was and how she felt sorry for his wife.

Tonight, Aunt Catherine held a soiree for many of her friends and invited the party from the parsonage. Mr. Collins must have been overwhelmed as he spent the evening looking at our aunt with complete adoration. Had he the nerve he would probably have sat at our Aunts feet. For me the evening went well, at least I had some sport in watching Darcy; he never took his eyes off Miss Bennet all night.

Thursday April 9th 1812

I went on my usual tour of the park this morning. I also spoke with my Aunt's aged steward to ensure everything was running smoothly. Darcy disappeared into what had been our Uncle Lewis's study, to attend to the letters of business he had received that morning. Thus, this left Cousin Anne, and particularly our Aunt, mourning his absence.

On my way back through the park, I met with Miss Bennet, who was just finishing reading a letter. Her face looked very sad and I assumed her correspondence contained bad tidings. Hoping to cheer her up, I requested "May I walk with you Miss Bennet," she smiled rather sadly as she said, "Yes, that would be quite agreeable, thank you."

At first, we spoke of general things, but after a while, Miss Bennet enquired if I knew Darcy's friend, Mr. Bingley. When I told her that I had known him since his first year at Eton, she smiled sadly and asked me how he was. She also wanted to know whether I thought he might return to Hertfordshire or if he had decided to give up the house he was renting last year. I explained that Mr. Bingley had been rather melancholy over the last few months, as he had fallen in love with someone who did not return his affections, but was only after his money. I also mentioned that Darcy had congratulated himself on saving his friend from an unfortunate marriage.

Miss Bennet went very quiet and turned away from me to stare off into the distance. When she turned back to look at me, I saw her face was white and tears streaked her cheeks. Naturally, I asked what was wrong. She explained that the lady in question did loved Mr. Bingley, and the reason she knew this was, it was her elder sister. (Richard you really put your boots in the smelly stuff this time) She told me about her family. Her mother, she said, could be over-enthusiastic, and her younger sisters were a bit on the wild side, which may have given the wrong impression of the family. She spent some time talking to me about her elder sister and her reaction to Bingley's departure. She was obviously very concerned by her unhappiness

Miss Bennet went on to explain their feelings about marriage. They - that is, her elder sister Jane and herself - had made a pact that they would marry for love. Both Miss Elizabeth and Miss Bennet had seen many examples of marriage where there was no affection and neither of them wanted that sort of life for themselves.

She told me that she did not believe that Darcy had separated his friend to save him from a loveless marriage. Instead, she believed that my cousin had considered that the Bennet family too lowly and had wanted a more suitable match for his friend. She went on to mention that she had heard how he had blasted the prospects of a young soldier named Wickham, who she met while the Derbyshire Militia were billeted in a nearby village.

WICKHAM!!!!! That false hound; how I hate that man. So now, he is spreading his poison about my family. I at least know I will be able to put a stop to his machinations. After listening carefully to what she told me, I asked her if she would now like to learn the truth about Mr. George Wickham. She looked very surprised that I even knew him. I explained how he had grown up within the family the Darcy family circle and as a boy, both Darcy and I had considered him a friend, enjoying many childish exploits together. I also explained how he had changed for the worse, especially whilst we were at Cambridge together. He became a gamester and followed all sorts of unspeakable practices, many of which I could not mention in the presence of a lady.

Miss Bennet seemed surprised by my tale, but listened intently as I explained that after Uncle Darcy's death, Wickham had been given a £1,000 legacy in his will and could also have had a valuable family living, but refused it. He requested, and was given, £3,000 in lieu of the living, and he expressed an intention to study the law. Darcy and I both knew he should not be a cleric, so gave in to his wishes. As I unfolded my tale, she looked at me with wide eyes - the surprise written all over her face - and enquired how I knew all these things. I told her that I was one of the executors of my Uncle Darcy's will, along with my father and Darcy.

I continued with my explanation by explaining what happened three years later. Wickham came back demanding the living and expecting us to hand it over. Apparently, he had gambled his fortune away and was now in dire straights. We told him that since he had been recompensed three years ago, we were certainly not obligated to give him the living. He soon left, swearing that he would get revenge on us both.

Knowing Wickham, as we did, Darcy and I had expected him to try to find a way of getting more money out of us. When Uncle Darcy was alive, Wickham was in the habit of charging all his debts with local tradesmen to the Darcy accounts and we fully expected him to carry on doing so. Therefore, we were extremely surprised not to hear from his creditors. Of course, any attempt would have been refused as Darcy's lawyers, his secretary and his steward would have made sure of that. In addition, we were both happy to find that nothing had gone missing from the house as had happened on his previous visit.

In spite of our suspicions, when his treachery was finally uncovered we were dismayed by the hurt he caused.

I explained to Miss Bennet the full extent of his deceit. His revenge was to hurt the sweetest person that walked the earth. Looking up at Miss Bennet's face, I could see how shocked she was when I explained what happened to Georgiana. She exclaimed that he should have been shot for what he had done and that he certainly should not be allowed in polite society. I asked her to keep the story in confidence, but also realised that she needed to warn her family that he was not what he appeared to be. Miss Bennet then requested if she could write to her father, informing him of Wickhams true character as she had two younger sisters whom she felt particularly needed to protect from him. I agreed to this, but begged her not to mention Georgiana by name. I suggested she could say that he had tried to seduce a nameless young woman of fortune.

Miss Elizabeth thanked me for explaining everything to her. She said that she wished to return to the parsonage, as she did not feel very well and needed to lie down.

I hope I have done the right thing explaining everything to her.

When I returned to Rosings I tried to have a few words with Darcy about what had happened, but as usual the ignorant old hag, Aunt Catherine started to interfere, and so it became impossible to speak with him. In a low voice so our aunt would not hear, I told him that I needed to talk to him in private regarding something extremely important. As we were to go through our aunt's account books tonight, he suggested we should discuss it then, while alone in the library.

Later that evening

Miss Bennet did not accompany her friends this evening. Unfortunately, she had complained of a headache, and therefore remained at the parsonage to rest. I hope that I did not distress her too much. It never occurred to me, the boorish idiot I am, that Wickham might have engaged her feelings as he did with Georgiana.

Not long, after dinner, Darcy disappeared and I can guess where he went. On his return, the look on his face told me that he also had something he needed to discuss. Once the visitors left, we went straight to the library. Aunt Catherine and Anne retired not long after. As soon as we were assured they were in their rooms, Darcy told me of what happened at the parsonage. He explained that he had spoken with Miss Bennet concerning her sister and Bingley. He thanked me for telling Miss Elizabeth about Wickham. He had realised that it was obvious that I had guessed his feelings for her. Darcy smiled and told me that Miss Bennet had agreed that he could formally court her. She also asked him to inform Mr. Bingley of her sister being in town and to admit that he was in the wrong regarding her sister's feelings.

Saturday April 11th 1812

After hearing the full story from Miss Bennet and Darcy, I must say I was shocked to find that my cousin had been so deceitful, and I told him so. When I asked Darcy what made him think that Miss Bennet had not cared for Bingley, he mentioned that her countenance was so serene that he could not see any marks of affection in it. My reply to him was, 'But, Darcy, are you not a master of hiding your feelings from those who do not know you well?' He smiled thinly and reluctantly agreed with me. He explained that Bingley's sisters - the twin hags of hell - had given him their assurance that Miss Bennet had no feelings for their brother, and they persuaded him that they only wanted to protect him from a loveless marriage. Because of this assurance, and knowing Bingley would listen to him, he acted to dissuade Bingley from returning to Hertfordshire. As he looked back now, he could see that they did not act in their brother's interest, but mainly in their own.

Darcy has written to Bingley about Miss Jane Bennet, telling him that he was wrong to assume her disinterest and that she is in town at her uncle's house in Gracechurch Street. He also apologised for the mistakes he had made regarding her feelings and hiding the fact she had been in town since the beginning of January. Darcy went on to explain Miss Bingley's role in this affair. To my mind, her role had been much more deceitfully executed, as what she did was out of pure selfishness, whereas Darcy wanted to protect his friend. How I hate that ugly old hag, she really is a Devil sister

Let us hope that everything will turn out for the best as I hope to receive an invitation to their weddings. There is a possibility that I could be transferred to Spain again to help train some of the foreign forces who are an unruly rabble. At least I will know one of my cousins is happily married to someone who loves him for himself. Miss Elizabeth will make him a wonderful wife.

Chapter 4

Posted on Saturday, 4 March 2006

Friday April 17th 1812

Today Anne and I were in the front parlour laughing about Mr. Collins again. She is very good at mimicry: imitating both her mother and Collins. I must agree with her, he is such a coxcomical crack-brained dolt. Anne enquired how Darcy's romance with Miss Bennet is improving and if I knew when she would have a new cousin. She admitted that she liked Miss Bennet and thought she would make Darcy a good wife, much better than she could. I noticed some sadness in her face after she said this and wondered her why she was sad. She told me that she did not think she would ever marry, because of her poor health. She actually asked me 'who would want a sickly wife?' I smiled at her and told her not to worry, as I was sure she would find someone to love and marry her. I then suggested that she should really feel more sorry for me! As a younger son, I would not have the luxury of looking for someone to love me. I would have to marry for money if I hoped to live comfortably.

Tomorrow we return to London, along with Miss Bennet and Miss Lucas whom we are escorting to the home of Miss Bennet's Uncle in Cheapside.

Friday May 29th 1812

Today I received the happiest news possible. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth will marry on my birthday, the 25th of July. Darcy and Bingley, who have come to town with the Misses Bennet and their father, are staying at Darcy House. I was surprised how much Elizabeth is like her father. He is a very satirical man who loves to find amusement at the expense of others. I was both surprised and grateful when Darcy asked me to stand up with him as his groomsman. I had expected Darcy to ask Bingley, but I suppose, as they are to share the same wedding date, they will need someone strong and fit lean on.

That spiteful old harridan, Aunt Catherine wrote of her disapproval of their engagement. She tried to influence me into taking Georgiana away from her brother, because she believes that Elizabeth will be a bad influence on her. Stupid, conceited old bat! She will get the shock of her life when she reads my letter informing her that I will be groomsman and that I approve whole-heartedly of Miss Elizabeth.

I also received a letter from Anne. In it, she was rejoicing over Darcy's marriage and was only sorry that she would not be able to attend, due to her mother's displeasure. Looking further down the letter, she described how she told her mother that she would not have married Darcy, even if he offered, as she did not love him. This she, stated, stunned her mother into silence. She then thanked me for the books I sent her and told me she hoped to see me at Henrietta's wedding in June.

While in town, Darcy held a soiree for the Bennet family and their Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. This was a first for Darcy and I teased him by observing that Miss Elizabeth (as we now call her) was changing him for the better already. We both laughed at this and he agreed that being betrothed made him feel more sociable as he wanted everyone to meet his future wife. That evening he introduced Miss Elizabeth to the rest of our family and many of our close friends who were in town. My parents, as well as my elder brother, Andrew and my two younger sisters, all approved of her immediately and said that Miss Elizabeth was just what both Darcy and Georgiana needed. Therefore, the old hag is on her own in her disapproval.

Saturday June 6th 1812

Today is the wedding of one of my younger sisters Henrietta. She is marrying Mathew Hawthorn, the Marquess of Erith. They are to honeymoon in Devon and Cornwall. Matthew told me that he hopes to show my sister St Michael's Mount and the area around Lands End.

My sister looked so beautiful as she walked down the aisle on my father's arm. As I watched the ceremony, memories came to my mind of the cute little blond haired girl who followed me around, wanting me to entertain her with stories or to teach her to ride. At least Mama has one of us married. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes, looking to my father; I could see his eyes were glistening too.

Aunt Catherine declined to come to the wedding when she found that both Darcy and Elizabeth would be attending. I was glad that Anne managed to attend, she wrote to my father and he sent Andrew to accompany her.

During the wedding breakfast, I was happy to spend my time with Anne. She thanked me again for the books I sent and told me how much she was enjoying them. I escorted Anne to Darcy and Miss Elizabeth, as she wanted to give them both her personal congratulations on their betrothal. The rest of the afternoon, was spent very enjoyably. My father had engaged musicians and I enjoyed a couple of dances with Anne. Poor little Anne, her life is wasted at Rosings with the old battleaxe. I wish she would stay with my family a bit longer as I would like to get to know her better.

Saturday June 20th 1812

Tonight, I met the rest of Miss Elizabeth's so called 'terrible family' and I must say that Mrs. Bennet is not quite as bad as Aunt Catherine. I expected her to be a little loud and thoughtless, but there is no malice in her, unlike, Lady Catherine, who can be very vindictive when she does not get her own way.

I noticed that the younger girls could do with some more attention and discipline, which I have just learned they are going to get. Darcy and Bingley have offered to send them to the seminary, which my sisters attended during the last two years. All three are due to start in three weeks time. Let us hope that they will make the most of it.

Tonight Bingley held an engagement Ball at his estate, Netherfield Park, which was very enjoyable. Only the sour face and actions of that hoyden, Miss Bingley, threatened to spoil things. She is a woman of such mean understanding. One can see why she has not yet found herself a husband and probably never will. She began by causing a scene during the meal, which upset Miss Jane causing her to leave in tears. Before anyone could speak up, Mama surprised us all by saying, "Miss Bingley if you do not at least try to behave, I will be forced to ask you to leave. I will not have you ruining your brother and my nephew's engagement party." Miss Bingley's face at this went white at this, and she looked like she would faint. Her pallor worsened when her long-suffering brother - who had eventually had enough of her behaviour said, "Caroline, if you don't behave like the well mannered young lady you was brought up to be, you can leave. In fact, you can pack your things and leave tomorrow. After tonight's performance, I do not want anything else to do with you, either here or in London. You can go to Aunt Alice's in Bath, where you can stay until you see the error of your ways."

Bingley spoke to his staff before he retired informing them that his sister would be leaving and would no longer be welcome in either of his homes. He explained that she would be travelling the next morning to collect the rest of her things from his London house before travelling on to Bath. He called both of his sisters into the library and told them both that they were not to expect any further support from him and stated firmly Caroline was now to live off her own income. The next morning both sisters left at first light. Mr. Hurst decided, rather than go back to town he would go visit his aging father and so took his wife away from Caroline's influence.

The rest of the evening went swimmingly, I must say that Miss Kitty, one of Elizabeth's younger sisters is a lovely girl. She has a less buxom figure than her sister, a tiny waist with a sweet little face. Her personality is a mixture of Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth's. She is so very shy when she is on her own, but once she is in the company of her youngest sister, Lydia, she tends to emulate her confidence.

I hope that she will make use of her time at the seminary. At the present, she is a pretty little thing, but needs to get away from her idiotic sister. At the seminary, if she is anything like my sisters, it will help her to have the confidence to follow her own desires. I hope so, as she will make someone a wonderful wife someday. Perhaps when I return to England at the beginning of May next year Miss Kitty will be willing to see me. It looks like it is not only Bingley and the Darcy who can be enchanted by a Bennet sister.

Miss Lydia, the younger girl, is a harpy. I am sure, if left unchecked, she will be badly hurt one day. I am glad to see that her father is taking a firmer hand with her. From what I hear, she already has a bad reputation for being wild and feckless. I hope she settles down sooner rather than later.

Later in the evening, when I asked Darcy what happened to our old friend Wickham, I was surprised to hear that he had been caught stealing from a local landowner. He had enormous debts in Meryton; it was found that he owed over £1500 to tradesmen alone. Because of the large amount of the debt and the theft, he was found guilty at the assizes and he is due to be transported to Australia, where I hope he will remain. I do not think he will ever be able to influence our family or the Bennets ever again.

At first, Miss Lydia seemed to feel that he was poorly treated and that 'her Wicky' did not deserve the punishment he received, the stupid little shrew. She soon received the biggest shock of her life. Captain Denny, one of Wickhams former friends, informed her of some of the other things he had done, in great detail. Like how he had seduced many of the shop girls, and other young women in the area leaving them with child and in desperate straights. He suggested that she was very lucky not to have been similarly seduced. I have never seen anyone look so devastated, poor girl. Like Georgiana, he had engaged her feelings and she looked so heartbroken at what Denny said. I think was probably the shock, which made her sit very quietly for the rest of the night, with her surprised Sister Mary. (Most likely brooding over what had happened). They both sat together watching the dancing for the most of the evening, or at least until I asked Mary to dance. Maybe she will learn the lesson that not everyone is to be trusted; a hard lesson for one so young.

Saturday July 25th 1812

Today is not only my twenty-ninth birthday, but also the wedding of my dearest friend and cousin, Darcy. This morning, when both Andrew and I arrived at breakfast Darcy and Bingley sat there looking like they were going to their own execution. I have never seen Darcy look so uncomfortable, except when he had been forced by my mother to dance with Lady Emery's goose of a daughter. (What a brainless chit) That Christmas Ball was the worst ball Darcy and I had ever attended, full of shy debs with not a brain between them.

A few minutes later, when Georgiana arrived and saw their faces, she burst into gales of laughter. She ordered her impenetrable brother to get a little food in him or he would not enjoy the day. In addition, she did not want him to frighten her future sister away because his stomach was growling through lack of food. Darcy sat there absolutely stunned for about five minutes, before saying, 'Who are you and what have you done to my sister?' and everyone laughed. This seemed to do the trick as both he and Bingley started to eat their breakfast and this helped to bring back the colour back into their faces.

The wedding proceeded smoothly and both couples left for their honeymoon in the Lake District. Darcy told me that it was a pleasant surprise for Jane and Elizabeth, as they have always wanted to go there. I noticed at the wedding the younger girls were very subdued and quiet. Miss Kitty informed me that on the morrow they were to leave Longbourn and attend the seminary. I was happy to see that young Lydia was starting to act more genteel; maybe she will make something of herself in the future. It was hilarious to see how Mrs. Bennet acted. She was speechless, and behaved with the utmost propriety following my mother and Aunt Sophie around as they introduced her to at all our relations who attended the wedding. Mr. Bennet later joked that he needed to have more parties like this one if it kept his wife as quiet and well behaved as she had done today.

Later that evening at Fitzwilliam House Hanover Square

An express arrived with the most shocking news! Our Aunt Catherine's coach had overturned on the estate road, not far from the manor. This was the very road, which Darcy and I had been telling her to repair for the last five years or more. It seems that our Aunt was dragging poor Anne to Hertfordshire to try to stop the wedding when the accident happened.

Unfortunately, Lady Catherine was killed instantly and Anne's life still hangs in the balance. My family are all in deep shock and are now arranging to travel to Kent as soon as possible taking along our family physician, Mr. Davidson. I hope my cousin's injuries are not as bad as it is feared. Poor Anne; she has suffered all her life due to her poor health, and now this tragedy occurs!

Sunday July 26th 1812

We travelled through the night and arrived around 3am, only to find that Anne's life had already expired. We were all devastated by the news. I cannot believe I will never be able to speak to my cousin again.

To my surprise Anne had managed to make a will, which she dictated to her steward in the presence of her butler, her housekeeper and the under butler who witnessed as she signed it with a shaky hand. Apparently, she died only half an hour later.

I am still in shock after finding out that Anne bequeathed all the Rosings holdings to me. That is with the exception, of few minor bequests to her favourite servants and her cousins Georgiana, Deborah, and Henrietta. I cannot contain my surprise, but I am also very grateful to her. Poor Anne, I felt like I was just getting to know her, after all these years.

The funeral of our Aunt and Anne will be held on the 28th July. We have decided to keep this news from the happy couples until after their honeymoon. Papa said he did not want Darcy returning from his honeymoon just because of his aunt's death. I must say that I completely agree with his decision.

Chapter 5

Posted on Saturday, 11 March 2006

Monday July 27th 1812

I have tendered my resignation to the Home Office explaining that I had come into an inheritance. Colonel Frazer is to take over my position of training recruits. I know he will make an excellent job, as we have worked together for the last two years.

Wednesday August 12th 1812

Had a letter from Darcy today. In it, he told me that both he and Elizabeth were extremely shocked and saddened by the news of Anne and Aunt Catherine's tragic deaths. He also congratulated me on my inheritance of the Rosings estates. I still cannot believe my good fortune.

I wrote to Darcy begging for the assistance of his steward, Rawlings at Rosings, so that I can find out what is needed. I know our aunt's steward is very old but she would not retire him as she thought he was the only person she could trust. More like bend to her will!

Thursday August 20th 1812

I am shocked, but not surprised, to find out about some of the little deceptions, which went on behind my Aunt's back. Rawlings found a second set of books, which was kept by her old steward and the housekeeper. It seems the steward and the housekeeper were not as daft as I thought they were. It turns out that the wages she paid her staff were disgraceful and rents she charged her tenants kept them close to poverty.

Mrs. Webster, the housekeeper, apologised to me for her part in the deception. She admitted that she and her husband had both taken cuts in their wages. I can see how necessary this deception has been, to keep the house running, as it should be, with the right amount of staff they needed. I have known Mr. and Mrs. Webster all my life and assured them that I understood. Both Mr. and Mrs. Webster offered to leave my services because of what has happened. I therefore offered another solution; retirement to the lovely little row of cottages the estate kept for its elderly household staff. I have promoted the under butler, who is also the Websters' son, while his wife will be the new housekeeper.

Rawlings and I also interviewed candidates for other household positions today, including that of steward.

The idiotic dolt, Mr. Collins came to see me today, to see if there was anything he and his wife could do to help me. I assured him that everything was now in hand and thanked him for the offer. I explained that I might be able to do something for him as it has come to my notice that another living with a bigger stipend has recently become available in Scotland. I asked him if he would be interested in this and the miserly little man's eyes glowed. He told me that he would talk it over with his wife. One can always hope.

Saturday August 29th 1812

Good news! Mr. Collins and his wife are moving to the parish of Urquhart near Inverness. I can now get a more sensible man for Hunsford, who will give the parishioners what they need in spiritual blessings.

Heard from Darcy again. He and Elizabeth have had a wonderful honeymoon in the Lake District and have now arrived back at Pemberley. In his letter, he informed me that his Aunt Susan - his father's sister - came to visit them as soon as she felt up to travelling. Apparently, she had been suffering from influenza, which had kept her to her bed for the last month or so. She told Darcy that once she heard that Catherine had disapproved of Elizabeth she knew she would fully approve of his wife. Elizabeth and Aunt Susan, it seems have since become very good friends. At the end of his letter, he mentioned that they had decided to hold a ball in September to celebrate his marriage. It would also allow him to introduce Elizabeth to the rest of Derbyshire as well as the members of our family, who could not travel to their wedding due to age or infirmity

Well, Mr. Owens my new steward is now in residence and he seems a shrewd, sensible sort of man who reminds me exceedingly of Rawlings. My first meeting with him was impressive. Rawlings had set quite a number of tests for him and he passed them all. I must say that we had expected failure in some parts of the tests, especially on the new Corn Laws. (Not that they will ever apply here.) It turns out his father is a barrister in London. I should have recognised the name.

Thursday September 3rd 1812

Sorting out the tenant problem is going to be very hard work. I called to see as many of the tenants as possible and was shocked at the poverty and squalor they lived in. Many of the houses needed much work done to them, as they had been neglected badly by my Aunt. Many of the tenants were in such a bad way, I am surprised that they had not applied to the parish for relief. I have authorised my steward to find out how much it would cost to repair the homes or if it would be better to demolish and rebuild.

I can understand now why my father and Darcy always appear to be in their study, talking with their lawyers, secretary, or steward.

Saturday 5th September 1812

It looks like some houses can be repaired but others would be better demolished and rebuilt. As many of the retirement homes are not in use, I think we can use them for temporary housing while this work is in progress. Never again will Rosings Park have such disreputable homes for its tenants!

Tuesday September 15th 1812

Everything is now in the good capable hands of my steward Mr. Owens, and all the staff are now running the place so smoothly that I feel like I can safely go to Pemberley for the ball. I received my invitation this morning. It looks as though they have decided that they will hold the ball in October. That still gives me a good few weeks to solve many of the problems here

Like the letters I received from my parents. Darcy's letter contained a large hint that it was about time I found myself a loving wife. He wished me luck in finding my heart's desire. Near the bottom of his first page, Darcy informed me that one of Elizabeth's younger sisters will also be coming to stay at Pemberley and has her father's permission to go to the ball with Georgiana. I can tell by the way that he wrote this letter, he was teasing me, because he left it until half way down the last page to mention which sister would be visiting. It was, Miss Catherine.

It looks like my visit at Pemberley will be extremely enjoyable. Apparently, Miss Catherine, who had improved the most over the last two months whilst at the seminary, was to have her come out next year with Georgiana. She is to be presented like Georgiana at St James's, and Elizabeth will be presented as Darcy's wife. Mary, the oldest unmarried Bennet daughter, is still interested in the study of books and music. Apparently, she has improved in many ways and she does not quote as much from Fordyce Sermons or the Bible. Unfortunately, she is still a bit of a bluestocking. As for Miss Lydia, she needs a firmer hand, which she has found in the seminary's owner, Mrs. Staniforth. Henrietta, my sister, said that Mrs. Staniforth would not suffer fools gladly and would soon have Miss Lydia sorted out. There will be no pleasures for Lydia until she starts to conform to the rules and regulations of the school.

I look forward to meeting Miss Catherine again! She is such a lovely young woman; I hope that she has enjoyed her time at the seminary. My time at Pemberley will be very interesting if she is amongst the guests.

September 26th 1812

I arrived yesterday evening at Pemberley. Miss Catherine has become a great friend of Georgiana's. I am pleased about this, as she needed to make friends with someone of her own age group. I was extremely surprised to how Georgiana had considerably improved. Georgiana's air of sadness has now fully disappeared and Miss Catherine is now letting her own personality show.

She is a lively and very pretty woman. Since attending to the seminary, she has become even more beautiful. I observed that her figure has improved, or is it the gown she is wearing that surrounded her lithe figure so beautifully? I noticed that she also has similar shaped eyes to Elizabeth's, except hers are the bluest blue I have ever seen framed by long black lashes. She is now wearing her hair in a different style to last time I saw her, which frames her heart shaped face beautifully. Her hair colour is the same as our little butterfly, Georgiana. They are both beautiful blonde-haired women.

I asked her how she was enjoying the seminary and she told me proudly of her accomplishments. Elizabeth told me that Miss Catherine, who has loved to draw since she was a child, has now developed this talent further, and is also learning many new languages, music, and sewing. I must say she intrigues me.

September 30th 1812

It was such a beautiful day today that Georgiana, Miss Catherine, and I decided the day was too good to remain indoors and we arranged a picnic in the park. At first, everyone was to go, but Darcy's Aunt Susan arrived to help Elizabeth with the arrangements for her first ball. Darcy then chose to disappear into his study to write some letters. We had an enjoyable picnic and I was surrounded by two of the most beautiful women in the country. Both women wore such lovely walking dresses and spencers. Miss Catherine's wore a white dress under her spencer, which was royal blue. I noticed because it brought out the colour of her beautiful eyes. As it was a lovely sunny day, Miss Catherine waited on the grass in front of the house, while Georgiana and I were arranging for the picnic things. As we approached, I was privileged to see a most glorious sight - a faint glimpse of Miss Catherine's legs through her muslin dress. Mmmm she grows even more beautiful each day.

After an enjoyable meal, Miss Catherine, told us both a little bit more about herself, and her life at the seminary. She told us how much she enjoyed learning the different things they were being taught. She admitted that at first, Miss Lydia rebelled against everything in hope that she would be sent home, but her scheme did not work. She was moved into the wing with the older girls, who kept an eye on her and made sure that she did all her work. The more she rebelled, the more work she was given and was allowed no pleasures. She missed the school outings and the assembly balls because of this behaviour. Miss Catherine now believes that she is learning from her mistakes. Let us hope so.

Miss Catherine asked me about my life in the army and my new life at Rosings. I explained that army life was not a good life for ladies, but it was quite exciting and very hard work for the men who join. (I did not want to tell her all the gory details I had seen during my time as a soldier!) As to my life now, it is much harder work than I had expected and I could sympathise with both Darcy and my father. I explained some of the problems I had encountered and was now overcoming. During my absence, I am having a couple of the downstairs rooms decorated. I have also employed builders to fix the houses that can be fixed and demolish one of the houses, while the tenant and his family have been given temporary accommodation in the retirement homes until their own is rebuilt. I mentioned that I needed to demolish three homes but I could only house one family at a time. I was happy to see that Miss Catherine was very interested in my life as it is now.

Saturday October 10th 1812

Today, after a few days of illness, it was confirmed that Elizabeth is now expecting an heir to Pemberley. Darcy was almost smug when he told me that the child would be born in May, and that he thinks they could have conceived the child on their honeymoon, or even their wedding night! Elizabeth explained that she thought she had caught a cold and was surprised at the doctor's diagnosis.

Thursday October 15th 1812

Tonight the Darcys held their ball, and it was a sumptuous affair. Bingley and his wife, along with his elder sister, Louisa Hurst, and her husband Peregrine Hurst, attended. Both the Hursts surprised me in their appearance and attitude. I would not have known someone could change as much as the Hursts have. Both Mrs. Hurst and Mr. Hurst look very happy. He rarely drinks now and spends much of his time courting his wife. It looks like Mrs. Hurst will soon have a lapful, as a little Hurst is due in the spring. I must say I am happy for them.

Georgiana attended the ball along with Miss Catherine. I was amazed when I saw them both walking down the stairs and caught a rare glimpse of Miss Catherine's well-turned ankles. She looked stunning in her ivory dress along with a sapphire necklace and earbobs, which Elizabeth and Darcy had given her. She had put some of the white Fitzwilliam roses, which I sent her into her hair and they looked stunning. As I approached, she smiled shyly up at me and thanked me for her flowers, and agreed to my request of the first two dances and the supper dance.

Looking over at Georgiana, as she stood with her brother and Elizabeth, I was proud to see the grown women she had become over the last year; aided by Elizabeth and Mrs. Annesley. Since Georgiana is not out yet, she had to be content to dance with the family - Andrew, Bingley, Darcy, and myself. I think that Georgiana has realized my interest and let her friend dance with me as much as propriety would allow.

I noticed that in my presence Miss Catherine became rather tongue-tied while we were dancing, and her cheeks were flushed with a becoming shade of pink.

Altogether, tonight has been a wonderful night. Before the ball, Darcy spoke to me in a very serious voice and told me that he hoped my intentions to Miss Catherine were honourable, as she was a guest in his home. I must admit that I felt a bit offended at this, as I could see that he was deadly serious. I informed him how I felt and he then smiled and mentioned that she would be back at Christmas along with her parents. As I thought over what he had said while getting ready for the ball, I realised that he was right. She is after all, his sister in-law, and he was making sure I was not toying with her feelings. I know I would do the same in his place.

It is such a pity that Miss Catherine returns to the seminary on Monday. I will look forward to Christmas very much.

Sunday November 15th 1812

Well, my autumn has been a very busy one. Since leaving Pemberley, I have been busy with the tenants, helping them with the bringing in of the crops, as I did at father's estate in previous years. I think the relationships between master and tenant improves if you get to know them and show that you are not averse a little to hard labour. I hope that if they see more of me, they will realise that I am not like my Aunt, and will be more forthcoming if they have problems with their land or their homes. Never again will Rosings be so shoddily run. I intend to take good care of it for my future sons and daughters. I would also like to see Miss Catherine here as its mistress; I can just imagine her helping along with many of my tenants or painting near the harbour or the flower garden. I wait until Christmas.

The first of the new tenant's houses is now finished and they have returned to their property. We have made it slightly bigger as they have six children and were crowded into a two bed roomed cottage. The second tenant is now in residence in the retirement home and their property is now being demolished. I must say the new Cottage is very nice and Mr. and Mrs. Green are proud to live there. I know there as been jealousy from some of the other tenants, but as I have told them, their houses will be renovated and made more inhabitable once these three cottages are rebuilt.

Friday December 18th 1812

I received a letter today from Mr. Collins who is now in residence at my Scottish estate, thanking me profusely for such a lovely home. He also expressed in great detail how happy his wife is with the area, and passed on her best wishes. Obnoxious fool! I am extremely glad to have the fat-witted idiot far away from me. My Scottish steward, McGregor, tells me that he has settled in nicely, and that all his parishioners seem to like him. Those highlanders are strange folk!

I hope that when I return to Pemberley, Miss Catherine will be there. I wrote to Georgiana, asking how Miss Catherine was and when she thought that they would be arriving at Pemberley. My answer came to day. They were to arrive on the 21st December; I will make sure I am there for her arrival.

Chapter 6

Posted on Saturday, 18 March 2006

Saturday December 19th 1812

I arrived late last night at Pemberley. This morning, whilst at breakfast, my cousin Georgiana mentioned rather slyly that Miss Catherine was due to arrive at Pemberley in two days time. Darcy also told me that Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, Mr. and Mrs. Bingley and his Aunt Susan, arrive tomorrow. When I asked when my family were going arrive, he told me that they were due on the same day as Miss Catherine and her family. So the house will be full (well, not really, as the house had 50 suites).

Elizabeth told me that they had received some good news about Miss Mary. She had become betrothed to a Mr. Sheffield who is her Uncle Phillips' former clerk. Miss Mary had met Mr. Sheffield through her cousin Miss Susan Phillips, before going to the seminary. It turns out that they had been corresponding through Miss Phillips while Mary was at the seminary. It looks like Miss Mary is not the bluestocking we had all thought she was! I am pleased for her! Unfortunately, Miss Mary has decided to stay with her cousin in Meryton for the Christmas period and during the New Year she has been invited by Mr. Sheffields parents to stay with them, so they can get to know their sons betrothed. As for Miss Lydia, she is still at the seminary because of her continued bad behaviour. It seems Miss Lydia was caught kissing a stable hand! He was dismissed on the spot while Miss Lydia was punished by not allowing her to go home for the Christmas Holidays.

Well, at least my Christmas looks as though it will be an interesting one.

Monday December 21st 1812

I am stunned. Speechless! Miss Catherine arrived today and I could not believe this vision of beauty that I had the pleasure of handing down from her father's carriage. When I greeted her upon arrival, she gave me a shy little smile and asked how everything was improving at Rosings.

After a short rest, we all met for refreshments in the yellow drawing room. Miss Catherine showed me some of her beautiful paintings, which she had done at the seminary. When I asked if I could possibly keep one of them, she blushed prettily and said that she would be honoured if I would like one. I chose the one which depicted a deep red rose bud as it reminded me very much of her and she had painted it to perfection. In my imagination, I can see many of her beautiful pictures gracing the halls of Rosings brightening up the place. As I looked at the picture of the rosebud, in my mind, I saw her beautiful face. I pictured myself unfurling each of her petals lovingly, and finding the woman within.

Later that evening, Georgiana and Miss Catherine entertained us with duets on the harp and pianoforte, and the music never sounded so beautiful to my ears. Miss Catherine's graceful fingers plucked the harp so beautifully and her lithe figure, which surrounded the harp as she played, looked so entrancing I could hardly keep my eyes off her. Looking up I saw Bingley, Mr. Bennet, Papa, Andrew, and Darcy looking at me with big grins on their faces. I have a feeling that I will come in for a great deal of teasing from these gentlemen.

Wednesday January 6th 1813

Today is the happiest day of my life.

This morning I asked if I could have a private conversation with Miss Catherine later this afternoon. Blushing beautifully she agreed to walk in the orangery with me at two o'clock, as the weather did not allow a walk in the gardens. Before I met her I spent quite a long time in my bedroom practicing what to say as I felt very nervous knowing that the answer to this question would bring me joy or sadness. I hope that her answer will be yes and that she will not keep me waiting too long before we marry.

We walked to the fountain, where I sat her down on one of the chairs. After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I got down on one knee, and asked her to marry me. I almost died waiting for her response, although she could have only paused a few seconds. Her smile was dazzling as she happily accepted my proposal, and without thinking, she was soon in my arms as I kissed those luscious lips. We talked for the next half an hour about where and when to have our wedding. We both agreed that the spring would be the best time of year, and that both our mothers should make the arrangements for the wedding.

I wondered whether Catherine and her family would like to visit Rosings, which would be her new home. She could look to see what changes were needed as it was in dire need of a woman's loving touch. I explained that nothing had been done there for years, except the couple of rooms I had changed earlier. We agreed that after I had spoken with her father we would make arrangements for a visit. Catherine was a little nervous about her mother, who she new would want her to spend, spend, spend. She therefore, implored me to invite my mother who would be able to give her sensible advice. I hope this will not upset Mrs. Bennet. Unfortunately, Georgiana and Elizabeth approached us and our privacy ended.

Later that afternoon I approached Mr. Bennet, who was reading in Darcy's library. Drawing near to him, I asked for a private word. He looked up at me and smiled saying, "I was wondering when you would get around to coming to see me, my boy." This made my nerves do somersaults in my stomach. He pointed to the chair opposite him and demanded, with a twinkle in his eye "Well?" I then stammered out "I have come to ask for the hand, of your daughter, Miss Catherine, who as done me the privilege of giving her consent." Mr. Bennet's smile was even wider as he said, "There now that wasn't hard was it? Of course I give you my consent." Not realising I had been holding my breath I started to breath more easily. Mr. Bennet then stood and added that on this the occasion we should celebrate my good fortune. He walked to the side where Darcy had some decanters of Brandy and port and poured us both a glass of Brandy. "To you and Catherine's future my boy." Mr. Bennet said as he proposed the toast, and drained his glass. I thanked him and did the same.

I then asked him if we could arrange a visit for him and the rest of his family to visit Rosings where I would have the settlement ready for him to sign. Mr. Bennet seemed rather surprised at this, but agreed to the visit. He wondered whether his cousin was still parson at Rosings and I told him that he had moved to my large parish in Scotland. Laughing, he said that I had obviously more sense than he credited me with. I also told him that Catherine wanted me to invite my parents at the same time so that she would get some advice from both our mothers on what to do with the rooms, which badly needed renovating. We then talked of dates for the wedding and agreed that it would be better if we waited until after Elizabeth has given birth to her child. I must say she is rather big especially as it is her first child.

After leaving Mr. Bennet in the library with his book, I went to see Mama and Papa who were in the morning room. Catherine had taken her mother on a walk around the orangery to tell her about her good news. I then announced to my parents that Miss Catherine had agreed to become my wife and that I hoped they approved of my choice. Mama gave me a big hug and a kiss stating, "At long last at least one of my sons is getting married. Congratulations Richard she is a lovely girl. I could not have chosen any better for you." Papa slapped me on the back and gave me his 'Congratulations.' As for Andrew, he gave me a brotherly hug and said jokingly, that 'I was letting the side down.' Mama's reply was "He has more sense than you do, and isn't it about time you decided to settle down and get yourself a wife." To this Andrew smiled, a rather secret smile to himself. Mmmm I wonder if he has someone in mind.

Mrs. Bennet was very enthusiastic about our engagement at first, but realized where she was and to Catherine's relief she acted with more decorum, like Mama. All I can say is nothing can spoil this day today. We have set the date to June 15th. I can wait that long for my angel, as Bingley would have said.

Saturday January 24th 1813

Today, my precious Catherine and her family arrived at Rosings. How I have looked forward to this day. If it were left up to me, I would not let her go back to the seminary until the end of April.

Papa and Mama are due to arrive this evening. As I showed Catherine around her future home with her parents, I noticed that Mrs. Bennet seemed rather subdued and quiet. Later as we walked around the rose garden, I asked what had upset her mother. Catherine told me she was unsure what the cause was, and wondered if her mother was worried about Elizabeth, as they had noted how big she was with child. I suggested it could be because her feelings had been hurt when we had agreed that my mother could help with the arrangements for the wedding.

My Catherine! I cannot wait for her to be in residence as its mistress permanently. How I look forward to our wedding.

Sunday 25th January 1813

I escorted Catherine, Mama, and Mrs. Bennet around the rooms that badly needed change. Mama and Mrs. Bennet gave us both good advice, but my darling Catherine had excellent ideas for colours in each room. I had, previously ordered swatches of material and wallpapers sent; from these they found exquisite decorations for each of the rooms. Rosings will look wonderful once it is finished.

I have gotten rid of that awful large hunting scene our Aunt seemed to love before Catherine and her family arrived. It is the most horrendous painting that I have ever seen in my life with all the dead animals all over it. I have had it boxed up and put away in the attics. Later I may put it up for sale, as I do not know many people who would appreciate it in their home, but someone may want it for a hunting lodge.

Monday February 15th 1813

Catherine and her family made their journey back to Longbourn today; the house seems so empty without her. She will return to the seminary the Saturday after they arrive home. Therefore, I have decided to set some of the surprises for Catherine in motion. I am having the Rosings staff here get the mistress' chambers ready in her favourite colours. In Catherine's suit of rooms I have had the painting I bought for her hung over the mantelpiece in her bedchamber. It is a lovely painting by John Constable, called 'The Mill Stream.' It is a picture, painted at night, in a beautiful area of the country, and it shows the water wheel which helps to work the mill, glistening in the dark. I hope she likes it.

During the winter, the conditions were too bad to work on the last cottage, but I was told that once the weather improves, the builders would return to their task. The family concerned is, at present, in the largest of the retirement cottages, which is still near enough for them to tend their animals and their land. My steward, Mr. Owens, has today approached me regarding the estate roads. A Scottish engineer, Mr. John MacAdam apparently has invented a new way of keeping the roads in good condition and Mr. Owens advised me to employ some of his methods, as they had been successful with many major roads. I have agreed to this, as never again will I allow the roads on the Rosings estate to be in such a bad state of repair.

Tuesday April 20th 1813

Today I have spent the most draining time I have ever had at Pemberley. Elizabeth was brought to bed in childbirth about four hours ago and Darcy drove both Bingley and I mad. He kept pacing up and down the room, waiting to hear any news of the child and his wife. Eventually, my father arrived with Andrew and a large case of whiskey. Soon we were all drinking to the health of the new Darcy heir and to the health of Elizabeth. We had drunk around four bottles between us, when Jane arrived to ask Darcy to go and visit his family. After he had left the room, she told us that Elizabeth had safely delivered twins, a boy, and a girl. Good God, I knew she was big, but twins?

I hope that I do not act the same way as Darcy did when Catherine and I have children. I know that childbirth is a worrying time. (I must say that I cannot wait to be a papa myself). When Darcy arrived downstairs, his face fairly glowed. He had his son tucked neatly in his arms with Jane behind him carrying his daughter. He was so proud as he showed the children to everyone in the room. He then called Mr. Reynolds into the room and asked him to assemble the servants in the servant's quarters, so that he could introduce the newest members of the Darcy family. I suddenly felt rather jealous of Darcy. I hope both Catherine and I will be blessed with a family soon.

Sunday May 30th 1813

Today was the christening of the twins at Lambton church, where all the Darcy children have been christened. Both Catherine and I are going to be godparents to Anne Elizabeth Rose. Bingley and Jane are to be godparents to Thomas James Fitzwilliam Darcy. Both children have a mop of beautiful brown curly hair like their parents, but they have the Darcy dimples and their mother's long dark eyelashes. Let us hope they have their mother's temperament and not their father's!

Saturday June 19th 1813

Finally, the best day of my life has arrived. Today was my wedding day and now I know what Bingley and Darcy felt like. My nerves are in shreds. I could not wait until the service was over and done. Darcy, who was my groomsman smiled and told me to relax, as everything would work out right in the end. How does one relax on a day like today?

At the wedding breakfast, Mrs. Bennet and Mama surpassed themselves. I also understand that Catherine's sister Lydia and her cousin, Miss Susan Phillips lovingly made the floral arrangements for the church.

We travelled back to my town house in London around two in the afternoon. I had bought this house in Hanover Square not long after I inherited Rosings. It is a beautiful house. With the help of my mother and sisters, I have managed to decorate some of the major rooms downstairs. The master suite had been painted in Catherine's favourite colours. I have left the rest of the house alone so Catherine could decorate it to her liking. She has wonderful taste.

Catherine is finally my wife and she is even now waiting for me in the next room. She looked so ravishingly beautiful and I must admit I cannot remember anything I said or did during the wedding breakfast; I just could not take my eyes off her. She had the Fitzwilliam roses arranged in her hair and the white blooms brought out the bloom in her lovely ivory skin. Looking into her eyes, they glowed with the love she felt for me and I could not wait to take her home to our London Townhouse as soon as propriety would allow. Everything seemed just like a dream, the best one I have ever had in my life.

I had better hurry and finish with this, my last entry in this Diary. Catherine has bought me a new diary to record our married life.

End of Part One