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Chapter 1
"Lizzy, she gives no hint as to when the party might return."
"Jane, what else does the letter say." Elizabeth interrupted.
"Oh, I am sorry Lizzy...now let me see, where was I? Oh yes, here it is... she says - My dearest friend,If you are not so compassionate as to keep me company,I should go quite mad for too much solitude. I hope to see you here often, as Charles insists that I remain at Netherfield, and without your conversation I do not know how I might entertain myself. Please come to Netherfield to dine with me this evening." After a short pause, Jane finished the letter. "She signs it Yours Ever, Caroline." Jane folded the letter and set it on the bed. "I do think she considers me a good friend."
"It is not the quality of your friendship that should be in question."
"Lizzy, that is unkind."
"I'm sorry Jane. But I do not trust her. I cannot suppose that Caroline Bingley would consider anyone such a dear friend, were it not for some personal gain behind it."
Jane shook her head at her sister. "Lizzy, why do you always imagine the worst of people?"
"I cannot help it, Jane, just as you cannot help thinking the best of people." The sisters laughed as they both contemplated their natures. It was true. Lizzy always thought herself to be an excellent judge of character, but when her first impression of a person seemed wanting, she spent a great deal more time searching out that person's flaws. Jane trusted everyone earnestly and would not see a person's defects until Lizzy had pointed them out time and again. And though, at times this was a small source of iritation for Lizzy, she wished that she had been born with some of Jane's good will and easy temper.
The sound of Mrs. Bennet's shrill voice snapped the girls out of their reverie. "Jane! Jane!" cried Mrs. Bennet as she threw open the door. Mrs. Bennet did not notice the look on Lizzy's face, nor would she have understood its meaning, for to Mrs. Bennet it did not seem inappropriate to barge in on her daughter's privacy. "Jane. Hill has told me that you received a letter from Netherfield. Why did you not tell me? Nevermind. Let me see it." Mrs. Bennet snatched the letter from Jane's bed. She could hardly contain herself as she opened the folded pages. "Well...if Mr. Bingley wants to desert us" she grumbled "we shall all be fine without him."
"Surely, he will return, Mama. He has left Caroline to care for Netherfield. He would not have deserted his own sister."
"Oh Jane, you are right... yes, yes..." said Mrs. Bennet as the smile returned to her countenance. "I knew how it would be. He has left his sister here to keep you safe for him. Yes, yes..Caroline surely favors you for brother's sake." Mrs. Bennet suddenly looked at her daughters. "Hurry Jane, go and ask your father for the carraige. Lizzy you may as well go with her to Netherfield for there is nothing for you to do here."
"But, Mama" Lizzy quickly responded, "I was not invited."
"Nonsense, child. Ms. Bingley can have nothing to say if she is so in want of company."
And so it was decided that Elizabeth should accompany Jane to dinner at Netherfield. The girls recognized that their mother would not hear any more discussion of impropriety. Mrs. Bennet wanted no further distractions from her thoughts of wedding laces and silks that would be worthy of a man of five thousand pounds a year.
Chapter 1, Part 2
Caroline Bingley sat very melancholy in the parlor at Netherfield looking absent-mindedly out the window. She could not shake the memories of the morning from her thoughts. Charles had been early in the breakfast room. He was alone, yet he seemed agitated as Caroline sat down to her tea. "Good Morning, Charles. You are up early this morning."
Charles wandered to the window and searched the horizon. He mumbled a Good Morning to his sister.
Caroline did not see that Charles' jaw was set, or she would have been more cautious with her words. "Do not tell me that you are setting out so early for a visit at Longbourn. I cannot bear one more moment with those Bennets. The mother, oh.."
"That is enough Caroline." Charles spouted sharply as he tossed an express onto the table. Charles had never been that angry at her before. As Caroline picked up the parcel, she recognized the elegant hand on the address. Suddenly, Caroline grew pale. . . she had forgotten about that night many months ago, when she had helped herself to not a little port. Or rather, she had wished to forget it. The Bingley family had been gathered for a family party. Only a few others outside of the family had been present. Mr. Darcy had been the special guest of Charles, and Mr. And Mrs. Sidwell were the houseguests of the eldest Bingley - Roselyn Bingley Wilson and her husband, Dr. Stephen Wilson. Caroline shivered at the memory of that day. She wished that Mr. Darcy had never come to town that season, for if he had not been present - she would not have nearly scandalized the family. She hoped that Charles would not share the contents of his letter with Mr. Darcy.
"Oh... he can never know what I have done." And it was with such musings in her head, that Jane and Elizabeth were announced to Caroline in the parlor.
Caroline stood to welcome her guests. "Oh Jane! How good of you to come." A moment or two passed before Caroline looked past Jane's shoulder and noticed Elizabeth. "Eliza Bennet," Caroline paused, and with only a hint of her usual arrogance continued "I am surprised to see you this evening."
"I do apologize for having come uninvited," Lizzy started."My mother insisted I accompany Ja-"
"No, No," Caroline interrupted. " You are welcome here. The extra company will do me good."
Confused, Lizzy cast a questioning glance at Jane. Jane did not seem to notice. Lizzy waited for Caroline's veiled attack, but it did not come. "Do sit down and let me call for tea. Dinner will not be ready for another full hour."
Jane and Caroline conversed lightly about such things as the weather and Meryton news. Lizzy interjected her own thoughts sporadically to their conversation. Lizzy, could not help but be distracted by Caroline's almost humble demeanor. She could not believe what she was witnessing. This is not the same Caroline Bingley who so condescendingly greeted her at last evening's ball, who so smugly imparted her misguided opinions of Mr. Wickham. Something must have transpired to have affected this transformation. Or, as Lizzy suspected, perhaps this was an elaborate ruse on Caroline's part. But, as to the reason for it... Lizzy could not begin to speculate.
The subject of the ball, was innocently brought up by Jane. Caroline seemed to show no expression at all. Jane, however, glowed at the recollections of her dances with Mr. Bingley and the attentions he had paid her. Lizzy, on the other hand, cringed as she recalled the offenses of her family - Mary at the piano... and Mama. Elizabeth groaned inwardly. She could almost hear her mother's voice 'and that will throw them into the paths of other rich men.' Certainly Mr. Darcy had witnessed the same indecorus behavior. Mr. Darcy? I have no care for what Mr. Darcy thinks,Lizzy told herself. But still... I cannot figure him out. Lizzy was beginning to doubt her ability to sketch characters, as she now had two subjects' whose characters' resolved not to be determined - Mr. Darcy and just this evening - Ms. Caroline Bingley.
"Lizzy!" Jane said firmly. "Lizzy, what are you thinking of? I have said your name these three times before you heard me."
"Yes, Jane & I were discussing the gowns worn by the Smith girls. What are your thoughts on the newest fashion of long sleeves." Caroline cast her an arch look.
Just as Lizzy was beginning to formulate some sort of answer, it was announced that supper was ready. And so the dinner passed, with much of the conversation being held by Jane and Caroline. Lizzy observed her hostess closely and watched for any clue that would explain Caroline's strange behavior.
Once the girls had returned home to Longbourn, and had made themselves ready for bed, Jane entered Lizzy's chamber.
"Lizzy, I did not think you would be asleep yet."
"No, Jane. I fear that I will sleep very little tonight."
"Why, Lizzy? Do you feel ill?"
"No." Lizzy's face betrayed her confusion. "I am merely perplexed by our visit to Ms. Bingley. She was behaving very strangely, do you not agree?."
"Caroline was out of spirits, to be sure, Lizzy. But this is no reason for you to lose sleep. She misses her family, I am sure that is all."
"Perhaps, Jane. But, I cannot explain it. I sense that there is something more. She was so arrogant last evening and then, today....she was civil, almost kind... It cannot be genuine."
"Lizzy." Jane persuaded, "it is possible that she merely improves on closer acquaintance."
Lizzy shook her head in defeat. "Oh Jane, you are too good. I will try to see her as you do."
"Good night Lizzy." Jane smiled at her sister and stepped out into the hall.
"Good night Jane."
Chapter 2
Jane had been invited again to visit with Miss Bingley for the afternoon. In actuality, Lizzy had been included in the invitation but Mrs. Bennet would not allow her to be away from Mr. Collins for another day. Yesterday, Mr. Collins had gone to Lucas Lodge to recollect himself after his disappointing interview with his cousin. And today, the entire Bennet party along with Mr.Collins was engaged to dine with the Lucases. Jane of course, was relieved from her duty to keep the engagement; Mrs. Bennet thought it more important for Jane to secure the favor of Caroline Bingley.
And so it was with no small amount of awkwardness that Lizzy accompanied her family to Lucas Lodge. Mrs. Bennet had made several attempts at thrusting Lizzy into conversation with Mr. Collins, and without Jane to moderate, Lizzy found herself increasingly agitated.
During a great deal of the afternoon, to the relief of Elizabeth and the discomfiture of Mrs. Bennet, Charlotte Lucas listened with the appearance of great interest, to the idle prattle of Mr. Collins. Lizzy took the opportunity of thanking her for her assistance with Mr. Collins, to which Charlotte replied that she was contented with having been useful to her friend. Lizzy thought this was a noble sacrifice of time and attention. But to Charlotte, it was an investment for her future happiness. She meant to divert Mr. Collins affections from Lizzy and secure his addresses unto herself.
By the end of the evening, Charlotte had felt fairly certain of her success, but was a little disconcerted by Mr. Collins' expected departure on the morrow. She need not worry, for Mr. Collins' had received her own attentions with a growing awareness of her suitability as a parson's wife. Her attentiveness to himself was admirable, and he felt assured of her acceptance by his noble patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. No... she was nothing look at compared to the Miss Bennets, but she was by no means unpleasant. With this in mind, Mr. Collins stole away early from Longbourn and hastened to Lucas Lodge to throw himself at Charlotte's feet.
Charlotte, having looked out of her window at precisely the moment to see Mr. Collins approaching, went out to meet him in the lane. After some small conversation regarding the good fortune of their stumbling across one another on their morning walks, Mr. Collins began a recitation of the
proposal he had recently spoke to Elizabeth (for he had memorized his speech and it did not matter to whom it was addressed). Charlotte did not hesitate in accepting him, and thus Mr. Collins felt himself quite proud that he should be so desirable a partner.
Having settled everything between them, Mr. Collins and Charlotte quickly applied to Sir William and Lady Lucas for their consent. The Lucases acquiesced joyfully, as Mr. Collins' situation made for a most eligible match for their eldest daughter.
Having no large fortune, and having never been very handsome, Charlotte had long since abandoned any hope of marrying for great wealth or true love. Her heart had been tempered by the realization of her situation early in her years, and thus she had never allowed herself the consideration of a blissful marraige. To her, it seemed that happiness in marraige was merely a chance of luck.
It was this very argument that she found herself repeating to her dear friend Lizzy, the next morning.
"Lizzy, I am not a romantic, you know. I never was. I ask only a comfortable home; and considering Mr. Collins character, connections, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast upon entering the marriage state."
Lizzy had been stunned by Charlotte's confession. She could not comprehend that anyone of sound thinking would ever accept a man as odious as Mr. Collins. Connections, or no... such a life could never satisfy. Yet, she made every attempt to control her expression for the remainder of her visit with Charlotte. The afternoon did not pass quickly
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Later in the evening, Lizzy was thinking over the events of the day, when Jane slipped quietly into her chamber.
"Lizzy?"
"Yes Jane?"
"You do not seem yourself. You are not upset about Charlotte's engagement to Mr. Collins?"
"I am upset Jane, I cannot understand it. She must know she is marrying the stupidest man in England."
"Lizzy, you do not make allowance for difference of situation and temper. Mr. Collins is respectable and Lizzy, it is an eligible match."
"I suppose you are right... as you usually are." Lizzy sighed emphatically, "It is hard to comprehend, that is all."
"You will feel better, when you see that they are happy."
"Let us dwell on the Collinses no longer. Tell me about your day with Caroline. How was she? Did she make any snide remarks?"
"Lizzy! Caroline Bingley is very amiable. Please do not keep insisting she is vicious."
"I am sorry Jane. I will refrain. Do tell me about your visit."
"We had a very enjoyable afternoon. Mostly we talked of London, and her growing up there. She told me of several childhood adventures she and Louisa had gone on with Charl-- I mean, Mr. Bingley." Jane blushed. "She also told me of her eldest sister, Roselyn, who would reprimand them for their escapades."
Lizzy laughed, "I think I would like to meet this sister."
"Oh Lizzy," Jane's countenace grew dim, "I think she must be very ill, for Sarah heard from one of Caroline's maids that an express had arrived from Roselyn, and after reading it, Mr. Bingley left immediately and was in such a mood, that all the servants were very worried."
"We should not jump to conclusions, Jane, especially when we do not have all the facts..." Lizzy smiled. "and those that we do have - we cannot be confident of. It is unlikely that Mr. Bingley would have left Caroline at Netherfield if indeed their sister was very ill. Although, this would certainly explain his own hasty removal to town."
"You are right, Lizzy. It is un-Christian to partake in gossip. I should not have encouraged Sarah."
"Do not be too hard on yourself, Jane. Yours was a temptation that few could pass up. After all, some of the most entertaining stories come from our encouraging Sarah." Lizzy laughed as she thought fondly of their
favorite servant.
"Oh Lizzy, I nearly forgot." Jane's smile returned. "We have been invited to stay at Netherfield Park for the next several days."
Lizzy was hesitant in her reply and chose her words carefully. "But Jane,we are hardly so far away, that we should need to spend the night in order to see Miss Bingley every afternoon. It is only three miles."
"Yes Lizzy. That is what I said, too. But Caroline insisted that we remain at Netherfield to assist her in discovering the most advantageous location for an observatory. We must be at Netherfield very late in the evenings, when it is very dark... and Caroline did not want to inconvenience us with carraige rides at such awkward times of day."
"I don't know, Jane. I cannot find the reason for it, but I am uncertain about Caroline's invitation. Something seems amiss. Have you asked Father's permission yet?"
"He is of your opinion, Lizzy. But he will allow us to oblige Miss Bingley."
Lizzy teased, "Well, it will be nice to be away from Mama for a few days. She cannot stop talking about the Collinses throwing us all out into the hedgerows." Lizzy rolled her eyes and was rewarded with Jane's quiet laughter.
"Lizzy, please say that you will come."
"Oh, all right Jane. I shall bear anything for you, even if it is three whole days AND nights with Caroline Bingley."
"Thank you Lizzy."
Lizzy smiled knowingly at her sister. Jane was becoming a little uneasy under Lizzy's gaze. "What Lizzy?"
"If Netherfield Park is truly to be improved by the addition of an observatory, I do believe that we have reason to hope that Mr. Bingley intends to stay on there for quite some time."
"I hope so, Lizzy."
Chapter 3, Part 1
Caroline Bingley was not used to being in seclusion. Since her coming out, she had made a point to surround herself with people of rank and society in hopes of catching a wealthy husband. She practiced superficial civilities and became a slave to fashion. She was ill prepared, however, to spend many afternoons in lonesome reflection.
In Hertfordshire, the society was wanting, Caroline mused. But, Jane Bennet was atleast sweet, if somewhat unnervingly optimistic and naive. It is unfortunate that Jane should have such objectionable relations. Caroline thought to herself. I suppose Eliza is not SO bad...
Fosset interrupted her solitude with the day's mail. "Thank you, Fosset." Caroline recognized her sister's hand on the address. She opened the letter tentatively.
Mr. Hurst and I were sorry to leave so suddenly from Netherfield. No doubt, Charles shared Roselyn's letter with you. It was a rather vague correspondence, and she did not specifically require my attendance. But Charles insisted that I accompany him, for he says that I have 'a calming effect' on Roselyn. I imagine it is only that I am a sister, and as such, my advice to her is more palatable than that of a brother. Besides, Charles was in no mood to trifle with Roselyn's simpering.
As to the cause for our return to town, I do not think it is as bad as everyone wants to make of it. For 'tis only a rumour, and rumours do fade. What I fail to comprehend is why it should be so devastating a rumor to Roselyn, when it clearly involves you and not her. Do not be alarmed sister. I cannot imagine that anyone would believe this falsehood. (You have barely even met this man.) It is wise, however, that you stayed behind. The Miller sisters have come to call not less than three times since our return. They are so eager for details, though they pretend they are here merely to catch me up on the goings on in town. I do not think you could bear their chatter for too long.
When we left Netherfield, I did not understand why Charles was so angry (for Rosie's letter did not mention the falsehood in its entirety). I now understand that Charles apparently has some prior grievance against the individual involved in the slander. Charles believes that the perpetrator of this lie is somehow hoping to achieve monetary gain from Mr. Sidwell. Do you remember the gentleman? I believe you only met him once, at our family party in the spring. He and Charles have been meeting frequently and they are convinced that they can put an end to this madness. We hope that all shall be resolved within a few days and we might return to Netherfield. It would probably suit better for you to stay out of town this season.
P.S. On a happier note, I do not think Mr. Darcy has heard anything of the rumours. He has gone directly to Pemberley to visit with Georgiana. He stayed in town but one night to break his journey, hardly enough time to hear much of anything. Charles tells me that Mr. Darcy intends to rejoin us at Netherfield as soon as Charles will write him.
Yours, etc.
Louisa
Dear Caroline,
The letter dropped from Caroline's hand. She stared off into the distance, with a slightly pained expression on her countenance. She could not believe this was happening to her. These affairs happened to other people, not to Caroline Bingley. Oh Louisa, if only it were just a rumour...
Caroline sighed desparately.."Oh what am I to do?"
Startled, Caroline turned as Lizzy and Jane were announced into the parlor. Hastily, she scooped up her sister's correspondence, tucking it into her skirt pocket. Smiling broadly, Caroline greeted her riends. "Eliza....Jane, how good of you to come."
Jane did not notice the redness in Caroline's eye or her momentary discomposure as Caroline had scrambled to gather some papers from the floor. Lizzy, however, had been keenly aware of Caroline's demeanor...and she began to feel something akin to concern for her. She did not know what circumstances were responsible for Caroline's current state... but she could not deny their effect. Nor could she believe any longer that it did not have something to do with Mr. Bingley's departure.
"We are sorry, Caroline. We have come at a bad time. You were reading your letter." Lizzy apologized.
Caroline interrupted, "No, No... it is okay. Please sit down. I have finished my letter and I can certainly reply to it later. It is from my sister Mrs. Hurst. She writes that they should be returning to Netherfield within a fortnight."
"Oh? And will Mr. Bingley be returning with the Hursts, as well?" Lizzy inquired. Lizzy notized a faint blush in Jane's cheeks at the mention of Mr. Bingley.
Distractedly, Caroline explained, "My brother is still tending to some business in town. Louisa expects him to conclude his business within the week. But, one never really knows how long these visits will take." After glancing from Lizzy to Jane, understanding seemed to spread over Carolines features. The familiar glint of stubborness and mischief returned to her eyes. "Louisa writes that Charles has been very much engaged these past few days with Mr. Darcy and his lovely sister Georgiana." Jane shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Caroline smiled. "Charles and
Georgiana do get on quite well. We are quite hopeful of a match between them." Suddenly, Caroline was stricken with a feeling of remorse. What is wrong with me? Surely, I am not feeling guilt. It is only a white lie... it is for Charles' good. Carolyn's face betrayed her inner conflict.
"Carolyn, you do not look well. Are you feeling ill?" Jane's voice showed genuine concern for her friend.
"Perhaps I need a little fresh air. Let us go outside on the terrace."
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Meanwhile..... at Pemberley....
"Oh William, do tell us more about Hertfordshire." Georgianna pleaded with her brother.
"Yes, Darcy!" Col. Fitzwilliam laughed. "Tell us more. Rumour has it that there are a pair of very fine eyes residing in Hertfordshire."
Darcy shot a look at Georgianna. "Don't be angry with Georgianna, Darcy. I forced her to read your letters to me." Darcy looked alarmed. "I am only kidding Darce. Calm down, man."
Darcy sighed with relief. His letters to Georgianna had recently become more personal in content than he thought he was capable of sharing with his younger sister. Yet, she was growing into a young woman.... and Darcy found her opinions somewhat refreshing and often helpful in shedding light on the motivations of the fairer sex.
"I happened to come across Georgianna as she was reading one of your letters and she was so amused with something you wrote that she was laughing out loud. I had to know what inspired our Georgianna to breach her good manners by such an outburst," Col. Fitzwilliam smiled slyly.
"So what did Georgianna tell you, Cousin?" Darcy's expression was almost a challenge.
Chapter 3, Part 2
The colonel stifled a laugh, as he studied Darcy's countenance. Ah... I have struck a nerve, thought the Colonel. How shall I play this? Georgianna shifted uncomfortably in the silence,causing the Colonel to glance unintentionally in her direction. Poor Georgianna, she is so frightened of disappointing her brother. Perhaps, I will delay taunting him. "Come now, Darce... Settle down. You are worrying Georgianna." Perhaps not. "Did you expect her to keep it a secret that you've finally found your equal among the fairer sex?" Col. Fitzwilliam smiled mischievously. He knew there was more to Miss Elisabeth Bennet that Darcy was telling.
Darcy turned abruptly towards the window. Col. Fitzwilliam thought he noticed the cheeks of both of the Darcys flush, though he conjectured their reasons to be entirely different. Georgianna was naturally shy, and colored frequently at the mere mention of her name. She was especially susceptible when she felt she was in danger of offending her brother. Darcy, however, was not prone to such displays of emotion - whatever those emotions might be.
"I said nothing of the sort, in my letters to my sister. You..." Darcy accused "are trying to bait me and I will not be drawn into your machinations, Richard."
Georgianna's regarded Darcy and Fitzwilliam apprehensively. They often participated in this kind of verbal swordplay, but Georgianna was not yet skilled enough at determining the seriousness of their words. Much to the relief of the younger Darcy, Fitzwilliam laughed heartily. "Alright Darcy. I confess it. You have found me out," he said jokingly.
"Honestly, William... I only mentioned to Cousin Richard, the Assembly at which you uncovered Miss Bingley's disdain for Miss Bennet, I believe it was," Georgianna explained somewhat nervously. "Miss... Jane? or ..."
"It was Miss Elizabeth Bennet," Darcy interrupted coolly.
Col. Fitzwilliam laughed again, "Darce, I cannot believe you made such sport with Miss Bingley's feelings. That is hardly very gentlemanly."
"When one finds oneself too often in the company of certain parties, one must find ways of providing relief." Darcy pictured the shocked expression on Caroline Bingley's face when he first declared that it was, in fact, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, whose fine eyes and pretty face had so pleasantly occupied his thoughts. Darcy smiled wistfully. "However improper it may seem, I was quite entertained."
"I dare say, I would like to have been there to witness it myself." Col. Fitzwilliam contemplated Darcy's faraway look. I should have liked to have been there VERY MUCH, indeed!
"I am sorry, Brother" Georgianna apologized. "I hope you are not angry at me. I could not contain myself when you described her probing comments..." she rolled her eyes slightly. "And when you told of her astonishment at your responses... well, I could hardly imagine it."'
"Yes, and I found it equally amusing. It is quite alright Georgie." Darcy regarded his sister with affection. "I could never be angry with you."
Before Georgianna could say anything more, the morning posts were presented to Darcy. He sifted through the stack of correspondance and chose one to read. "I hope you do not mind, but this one is from Mr. Bingley."
"Of course." the Colonel joined Georgianna's "Please do."
A smile stretched across Darcy's face. "Well, Georgie... Cousin Richard... Mr. Bingley writes that his family business has taken care of itself, and no longer requires his attention. He is ready to return to the country." Darcy glanced from Georgianna to Col. Fitzwilliam. "Perhaps you may both endeavor to form your own opinions of Hertfordshire, if you should wish to. Bingley has invited us all to rejoin him there."
Chapter 4
It had been more than a fortnight since Charles Bingley had left Netherfield. Caroline had spent much of that time wavering between bitterness and near depression, the latter softening her demeanor for short periods of time. At those moments when Caroline's agitation was unconcealed, Jane Bennet had merely supposed that Caroline's very strong attachment to her family had gotten the better of her and
had left her a victim of lonely separation from her loved ones..
Elizabeth had not yet figured out what Caroline Bingley was about - for she knew that Caroline had not a single genuine bone in her whole person. It was very disconcerting to Lizzy that Caroline should be so hard to read. She could not understand the extremes of Caroline's behavior. One minute, Caroline would appear the perfect hostess - seeking to make her guests in every way comfortable. The next - she would toss out a veiled insult. Jane, of course, remained completely unaware of such goings-on... particularly as the cheif of the insults were, in fact, directed towards Lizzy.
After nearly a week at Netherfield, Lizzy was convinced that Caroline had not the slightest interest in finding the 'most advantageous location for an Observatory', as her letter had claimed. No... Lizzy supposed Her reason for inviting us here must be strictly for want of company, regardless of who that company must be... What a pitiable situation to find oneself in.
Lizzy had been quite surpised when Caroline included her in the invitation to stay at Netherfield, but this was nothing compared to the shock she experienced when Caroline insisted that both she and Jane lengthen their stay. Lizzy's sensible nature demanded that she consent to the offer, for although she had endured the past six days with some little pleasure, she had decided it much more enjoyable than to endure her mother's censure for refusing Mr. Collins. Jane, on the other hand, had no other concern except an eagerness to be of assistance to her dear friend, Caroline and so accepted the offer without much hesitation.
Caroline had just succeeded in gaining the Miss Bennets' agreement to stay when the doors to the breakfast room were thrust open.
"Good Morning, Caroline! Everything is settled. What a beautiful day it is..." The intruder scarce had a chance to draw breath, when he perceived the backsides of Caroline's house guests. "Oh... I did not know you had company." As he turned to greet Caroline's companions, he noticeably brightened. "JANE..er, Miss Bennet... and Miss Elizabeth... what a wonderful surprise!"
Jane blushed ,"Good Morning Mr. Bingley."
"Yes, Good Morning Mr. Bingley." Seeing that Charles was unlikely to break his gaze from Jane, Lizzy explained with alacrity, "Your sister was so kind as to invite us to stay on at Netherfield for another week complete as we are to assist her in determining the most advantageous view for an observatory."
Caroline cringed. If she had known Charles would return so soon, she would not have extended her invitation.
"An observatory?" Charles grew excited. "What a marvelous idea... Caroline, why did you not mention it before? Yes, that would be a wonderful addition to Netherfield." Charles could not help but to imagine himself in the company of Jane Bennet on a starry night, sitting comfortably on a bench together, gazing up into the heavens.
"It was to be a surprise, Charles." Caroline answered flatly. What on earth have I gotten myself into, now?" she thought.
Chapter 4, Part 2
With eagerness, Georgianna packed her trunks carefully, trying to heed her aunt's advice on the proper packing of gowns. She had never been to Hertfordshire and she wanted very much to make the acquaintance of the Miss Bennets. William had mentioned them in several of his letters. Georgie picked up one of her brother's most recent correspondance.
Bingley finds himself, of course, once again enamoured with a local beauty - this time with Miss Jane Bennet, the eldest of five sisters. I do confess, it seems to be a steadier attraction on his part than I have witnessed in the past. I have a watchful eye on him. I have not yet been able to ascertain the young lady's feelings. She seems pleased to be in his company, but I can discern no other real emotion. I cannot imagine that all young ladies wear their affections on their sleeve like Miss Bingley - so perhaps I should look more closely at Miss Bennet's actions. She exhibits nothing so obvious as Miss Bingley.
I must admit, that although the country manners of the rest of their family leave much to be desired, the two eldest Bennet girls have been most surprisingly enchanting. Miss Elizabeth Bennet, like her sister, is also said to be a local beauty - I can readily understand it for she does have remarkably fine eyes. I believe, however, that her beauty is not merely of a physical nature, as she appears to be quite intelligent and has an air of confidence that is altogether different - stronger - I suppose, than that of the 'accomplished ladies' of our acquaintance. She is well read and has a good understanding of a great many topics. Oh, and Georgie, she has a very sharp and penetrating wit... You will be amused to hear that I have found myself bested by her intellect on more than one occasion. I cannot pretend that this has not caused some awkwardness between Miss Bennet and myself. You must know, Georgianna, in knowing me all of your life, that I have not been in the habit of accepting defeat lightly and to my own fault, I believe I have not made much of a good impression.
A knock at the chamber door brought Georgianna's attention away from her letter. "Georgie?"
"Yes, Come in."
"Are you packing so soon?" Darcy observed the trunks, open and half-filled. "We are not yet leaving for another 3 days atleast."
Georgianna looked at her brother pleadingly, "William, why can we not leave sooner?"
"I have explained this already, Georgianna. Cousin Fitzwilliam has not the time to join us in Hertfordshire due to his military obligations three days hence. And it would not be proper for us to desert him - a guest without a host - most unpardonable. We shall wait until he returns to his regiment before we depart for the country." Darcy regarded his sister curiously. "Why are you in such haste to leave?"
Georgianna looked away, "I am only nervous... " Georgiana could feel Darcy's eyes upon her... "about travelling so far. I want it to be concluded quickly. That is all." She hoped her reply would quell her brother's inquiries. She could not possibly tell him the truth... that she hoped and prayed she would find a sister... in Hertfordshire. No, he would not be ready to entertain that thought - at least not openly.
"Do not worry Georgianna. All will be well," Darcy wished to comfort his sister and drew her into his arms. Georgianna had been through so much in recent months. He was glad for Bingley's invitation to return to Hertfordshire, the change of scenery and the slower pace would do her good. And of course, he would be with her, to protect her... A shadow passed over Darcy's features as he
suddenly remembered that there would be one person in particular whose path he would not like Georgianna to cross while in Hertforshire.
In her brother's embrace, Georgianna noticed Darcy tense. She believed it to be in response to her 'white lie' and so immediately sought to change the flow of their conversation. "So, dear brother... what was it that you came to tell me?"
"Oh, yes..." Darcy had almost forgotten. "Cousin Fitzwilliam would like us to go riding together...like we used to." He chuckled at the remembrance. "Of course, now that you are older, you may ride your own horse..."
Georgianna rode with both her brother and her cousin during her childhood. Her fonder memories, she owned, found her sitting on horseback, her back leaning into the chest of her cousin, while he urged the horse onward. She was always careful to hold her balance, for fear that she would cause her cousin to falter... but she enjoyed the protection of his arms when she found the ride too bumpy.
Georgianna sighed. "We haven't done that in years."
"Yes... now hurry on with your riding clothes, before the day is spent." Darcy tossed a riding glove at his sister lightly. "We will be waiting in the drawing room."
Chapter 4, Part 3
Darcy was not quite sure as to the reason for it, but he looked forward to returning to Hertfordshire. He told himself it was for Georgianna's benefit - to expose her to broader circles of influence. He would have to speak with Wickham, of course... to prevent further distress upon his sister. An unhappy conversation that must be, but necessary.
Netherfield, itself, was a handsome prospect, though much smaller than his own estate. Darcy had encouraged Bingley to lease the property for a year before agreeing to the purchase of it. Bingley's exceedingly happy disposition required a more objective opinion to balance it and so together, Darcy and Bingley would evaluate all of Netherfield's offerings - including the society. Darcy had not been impressed by the town of Meryton, or by the people on the whole. But nor could he deny any longer that he enjoyed the company and conversation of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, despite her unfortunate relations. Her wordplay was refreshing, and for the first time, he found a young lady to whom he felt free to speak of anything. Not that he took advantage of it. For though he instinctively felt that she would understand him, when faced with an opportunity for real conversation with Miss Bennet, he had either been at a loss for words or his pride had been piqued to the point that his words did not reflect his true sentiment. It is of no real consequence... Darcy mused. She is pleasant company, that is all.
"I wish I was going to Hertfordshire with you, Darce." Col. Fitzwilliam interrupted Darcy's reflections. "I would love to watch you tease poor Miss Bingley."
Poor Miss Bingley, indeed. Insipid creature. Darcy replied with only a nod.
"It is too bad you dislike her so much, Darce. She is quite pretty and she does have some small fortune to recommend her." Fitzwilliam smiled. "I dare say, she would give you handsome heirs enough."
Here we go again, thought Darcy, glaring at his cousin. "There are more qualities to a suitable wife than wealth and beauty, Fitzwilliam."
"There I agree with you.... for my own wishes... however, being the second son, wealth must be considered. But, you are at liberty to chose whomever you will. Darce, you must own that for your choice, beauty is a particularly important asset." Fitzwilliam studied his cousin.
"A beautiful wife who is incapable of intelligent opinions of her own is not worth much in my estimation." Darcy started to pace.
" Do you mean to tell me, Darce, that Miss Bingley is not beautiful or that she has no intelligent opinions of her own?" Fitzwilliam laughed.
Darcy replied, "I'll grant that Miss Bingley is very pretty..." Darcy recalled the last few days at Netherfield. "But she lacks the ability to engage her own mind in conversation. Fitzwilliam, you have seen it yourself,Have you not?" Darcy groaned. "She pretends to have my same judgement... on every matter that I speak of... whether I change my mind mid-sentence... Miss Bingley follows me wherever my words take her."
Ah... once more, I have found a nerve. Fitzwilliam added,"Yes Darcy, who could deny it - in Miss Bingley's case. Normally, however, those qualities do not seem impossible to come by." Fitzwilliam leaned back on his seat as he observed Darcy's growing discomfort.
"Do they not?" Darcy stopped pacing, his eyes met Col. Fitzwilliam's. "Have you encountered many young ladies who can converse easily on all matters? Who can disagree with you, explain her reasons for it, and still remain utterly charming - without feeling a need to be coy?" Darcy began to pace again, a vision of Elizabeth Bennet clouding his thoughts. "I doubt, Cousin, that many such young ladies have made your acquaintance."
"Darcy, I believe you have changed the stakes." Col. Fitzwilliam, amused by his cousin, challenged. "You first mentioned only a combination of beauty with intelligent opinions. You said nothing that she should also be an expert at debate as well as - how did you say it? ... and still be utterly charming?" Fitzwilliam grinned, "Besides, Darcy... your estimation of 'utterly charming' may be completely different from my own."
Darcy looked triumphant, "You see, Fitzwilliam - you cannot name even ONE such lady."
"Ah, but there you are wrong, Darce... for we both know one such utterl'y charming' young lady." The colonel smiled broadly. "She is our dear sweet Georgianna."
Georgianna blushed crimson as she entered the drawing room, upon hearing herself referred to in such a manner. "And here she is." The Colonel stood and extened his arm to Georgianna. "Are you ready to ride?"
Darcy felt a twinge of something... he knew not what.
Chapter 5, Part 1
Caroline did not go down to breakfast. Instead, she instructed her maid to relay a message to Charles, that she was feeling unwell and that he should see that their guests be delivered safely to their home. Caroline did not truly suffer from any affliction - only that she sorely wished to separate her brother from Miss Jane Bennet, and seeing no other alternative by which she could retract her invitation to the Miss Bennets, Caroline had decided upon feining illness.
Jane and Elizabeth Bennet had been in the breakfast room, engaged comfortably in conversation with Mr. Bingley. They had been discussing the possibilities for the day, when Carolyn's maid, Evelyn, stepped into the room and quietly whispered into Mr. Bingley's ear. Alarmed, he quickly dismissed himself. "If you will excuse me ladies, it seems my sister is feeling unwell." With a lingering glance at Jane and the promise of a hasty return, Bingley quit the room. Elizabeth guessed by the look of uneasiness upon his leaving the breakfast - that Caroline might truly be ill. However, Lizzy soon dismissed the thought and began to dwell on what she had just observed - Mr. Bingley's preference for her sister was obvious, but his reluctance to break his gaze from Jane even on such tidings as he received this morning was very encouraging. Things are progressing quite nicely Lizzy noticed happily. Jane shall be Mrs. Bingley before long, I am sure of it.
Bingley took the stairs two and three steps at a time. With an urgency his sister had never witnessed before, Bingley entered the bed chamber and within moments was standing at Caroline's bedside. "I cannot do as you request Caroline." Bingley said forcefully." I am sorry that you are unwell, but it is quite rude to send your guests away directly after asking them to extend their stay. I refuse to turn them out... I will entertain them myself." Bingley softened, aware that his declaration might have been said too eagerly, "And certainly, you will feel vastly better after you have rested awhile. You can join us for dinner, perhaps. Send Evelyn to inform us when you are better."
Somewhat shocked into speechlessness by Charles' insensitivity to her state of health, Caroline had not the chance to utter anything in protest, for Charles - having spoken his mind - turned abruptly and in great haste nearly ran out of the room. Drat! Caroline cursed her situation. She had managed to accomplish the exact opposite of her wishes... They are staying!!! and now I must remain in my bedchamber... at least until afternoon. Caroline had hoped that Charles would, however unwillingly, have honored her request - for technically, the Miss Bennets were her own guests and he could not be expected to chaperone them. As it were, Charles' spending time alone with the Miss Bennets,without her, bordered on impropiety. Caroline supposed that had she given the proposition more extensive thought, she would have realized that Charles would not knowingly consent to shorten the Miss Bennets' sojourn at Netherfield, and he would certainly not have passed up an opportunity such as the one she had constructed for him. She might have taken the time to devise a better plan.
Caroline felt herself overwhelmed with frustration and in her desparation, she dug through her trunk - searching for what she hoped she still had hidden. She knew it was improper for ladies to indulge in alcohol, with some few exceptions - but Caroline looked on her own situation differently. She found solace in the numbing of her senses, particularly when she had so much to languish over. Painfully, Caroline realized that it was this habit of indulgence that had seen her almost disgraced and she had promised herself that she would refrain. But, Caroline told herself, she would be more careful this time.
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Bingley was pleased that Jane appeared genuinely concerned for his sister. "Caroline will be fine,Miss Bennet. She will most likely join us for dinner." Bingley wished he had thought to ask his sister whether she had a headache or a fever, but in his hurry to rejoin the Miss Bennets he had practically forgotten that she was ill. She did not look feverish. "I believe she will feel much better after she has fully rested."
This seemed to satisfy Jane and Elizabeth. "In the meantime, Mr. Bingley... if you are not otherwise engaged this morning, we would love to discuss with you our ideas on your observatory." Lizzy searched for a legitimate reason for Mr. Bingley to spend his morning with them.
"Delightful, Yes!" Bingley offered a little too zealously. "I mean, no... I do not have any prior engagements this morning... and Yes, I would love to discuss the observatory." He relaxed upon seeing the smile on Jane Bennet's lips. His eyes were transfixed there for a moment, when he heard Elizabeth address him.
"It is settled then, Mr. Bingley. Let us take a turn in the garden and we will identify our favorite places among the stars."
And so the party of three went out to take a tour of Netherfield's property. Really, they had - none of them - given much thought to the observatory and so every prettyish place was applauded as a wonderful vantage point to view the heavens. Lizzy, finding herself quite distracted by this flower - or that tree, trailed a step or two behind Jane and Mr. Bingley. Though she could not ascertain the words of their conversation, she could hear the affections in their tones and on the occasion when she would look in their direction, Lizzy observed one or the other in a blush.
In this fashion, Jane and Bingley spent a good deal of the afternoon, laughing and enjoying the presence of the other - neither of them noticing that Lizzy had slipped away again.
Lizzy enjoyed solitary walks and had purposely stepped onto a separate path from Mr. Bingley and her sister. She took the opportunity to run a little, assuming that no one would see her exerting herself, as she was very much alone. Elizabeth did not see the carriage that was approaching Netherfield Park, nor did she see that its occupant was indeed looking in her direction.
As Darcy and Georgianna drew nearer to Netherfield, Darcy thought he caught a glimpse of a young lady running in the field. He could not be sure of her identity... but something about her figure made him think of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. His second-glance out of the carraige attracted Georgianna's attention.
Darcy shook his head... She disappeared. Perhaps she was a figment...
"What is it William?"
"I thought I saw someone."
"In the field?"
"I know, it is absurd... but there is no one there now."
Georgianna regarded her brother thoughtfully. "How far is Longbourn?"
Chapter 5, Part 2
Darcy was momentarily stunned that his sister should mention the residence of Miss Bennet. "I believe you mentioned it once or twice in your letters." Georgianna answered his unspoken question. "If I recall correctly, it is the home of ....um...." Georgianna paused to observe her brother.
Unwilling to betray his emotions, for he himself did not understand the stirrings he felt, Darcy did not look at Georgianna, but only stated in a controlled tone, " The Bennets."
"Oh yes, the Bennets." The carraige pulled up to the front entrance of Netherfield. Georgianna smiled to herself. "I cannot wait to meet them." One Bennet in particular.
Upon his arrival, Darcy had expected to be greeted by his friend, but he could find no trace of Bingley. After inquiring with Fosset, Darcy learned that Bingley was "out walking with the ladies (which Darcy took to mean his sisters), but should return before dinner." Having been good friends for some time,the normal awkwardness of finding oneself un-accompanied in someone's home did not affect him. To Georgianna, however, it seemed a most dreadful situation and rather than leaving her alone - for he knew which guest room was reserved for himself and wished to refresh himself - he stayed with his sister in the parlor.
Georgianna was quietly reading a book she had brought from the library at Pemberly, and did not seem to want any conversation presently. So, Darcy, taking his familiar position at the window, looked into the distance. Generally, Darcy had no purpose to his staring, however, on this day Darcy was searching for a vision he knew he would not find...
He could almost hear her laughter. Good Lord, what is the matter with me? Am I so enchanted with Miss Bennet? NO! - I am not! She is of no consequence... Darcy shook his head, trying to dispel his thoughts. This is not working... her voice is getting louder...
Darcy began to doubt his sanity, "I cannot stay here any longer, Georgie. I am going to look for Bingley." He strode quickly to the door and proceeded to crash into a laughing Elizabeth Bennet.
Lizzy let out a shriek and stumbled backwards... falling into the hall. "Miss Bennet ?!" Darcy could not contain his surprise. "Where?...er.. I had not expected to see you here." Darcy cringed as he heard his own voice. That came out much too harshly. "Are you all right? Let me help you." Darcy offered her a hand and fixed his eyes on her own, for though he could see that her skirt had flipped itself partway to her knees... as a gentleman he must not allow himself to gaze upon those parts. No, he would not think on it. With a very slight shake of his head, Darcy tried to shift his focus.
Lizzy was equally shocked at seeing Darcy, but she was mortified at having fallen in his presence. She knew that he had seen her ankles and probably her shins in her fall. Lizzy agonized further upon the realization of what she must look like, having just run in from outdoors... however, she had seen Darcy shake his head and thus she interpreted the tone in Mr. Darcy's voice as disapproval. She resolved not to care and although she took his offered hand, as soon as she had stood - she pulled away abruptly. "Will you excuse me, sir?" Not having seen that there was someone else in the parlor, Elizabeth did not wait for a reply. Instead, she turned on her heels and went up to her room.
Darcy watched in amazement as she ascended the stairs. Is she staying here? But how did this happen? Why? Georgianna gave him a pleading look, silently requesting an explanation of what she had just seen. Darcy shrugged and stated the obvious, "Miss Bennet is staying at
Netherfield." It sounded to Georgianna like a question.
Darcy was still contemplating the events which had just transpired when Bingley entered the room, followed by Jane Bennet. "Darcy!" Bingley cried enthusiastically. "I did not expect you today."
"Did you receive my express?" Darcy wondered if Bingley had already engaged himself to Miss Bennet.
"Why, yes, of course - You said you would arrive on Tuesday afternoon. Hello Georgianna." Bingley did not cease smiling.
"Yes, Bingley. Today is Tuesday." Darcy tried to control his disapproval. Bingley had lost his head around pretty ladies more than once and Darcy was beginning to find it irksome. Bingley, however, laughed at his mistake. And although Jane blushed slightly with embarrassment for Mr. Bingley, she rewarded him with her quiet laughter.
"Hello Mr. Bingley." Georgianna looked expectantly from Bingley to Jane.
"Oh, allow me to introduce you to Miss Jane Bennet. Miss Bennet, this is Georgianna Darcy - Darcy's sister."
Jane smiled weakly as she recalled what Caroline had said about Miss Darcy and Mr. Bingley. "It is nice to meet you Miss Darcy. And it is good to see you again, Mr. Darcy."
"Miss Bennet." Darcy nodded in acknowledgment.
"It is nice to meet you as well." Georgianna wanted to say more, but she could not bring herself to do it. Sensing some small amount of tension, Georgianna wondered if she had done anything to offend Miss Bennet.
"Did you meet my sister, yet?" Jane inquired. "We thought she had come inside."
Darcy interrupted curtly, hoping to end the conversation before it began, "I believe she went to her room."
Bingley did notice. "Well then Georgianna, you will have to meet Miss Elizabeth Bennet at dinner. I dare say you will enjoy her company. She is quite agreeable." Bingley looked from Darcy to Georgianna and observed that they were still wearing their traveling clothes. "Why don't I have your things taken to your room and you can freshen up. We shall be dining in two hours so you will have time to rest if you like."
Georgianna replied that she was indeed in want of some rest before dinner and so the ladies took their leave. Darcy, however, wanted to find out why the Bennets were at Netherfield.
"Bingley, what is going on?" Darcy questioned.
Bingley looked confused, "I do not comprehend your meaning. Nothing is going on."
"I mean, WHY are the Miss Bennets STAYING at Netherfield?" Darcy spoke to the point.
"Oh..." Charles smiled again. "What luck - Caroline invited them before I came home, to stay on for a week."
"Caroline? invited them."
"Yes, yes, is it not fortunate? She apparently wanted their opinions on a new observatory for Netherfield."
"That is very strange, indeed." Darcy was perplexed. "You are adding an observatory?"
"I had not thought of it until two days ago. But it would make for a delightful addition, What do you think Darce?"
"Where are your sisters?" Darcy did not answer Bingley's question.
"Caroline is not feeling well, so she has been in her bedchamber all day."
"I am going to freshen up, Bingley. I will see you at dinner." Darcy's frustration was growing. None of
this made any sense. Caroline hated the Bennets... ALL of the Bennets. Darcy was sure that something was definitely missing from the explanation he had just received. He could not conceive of any circumstances which would induce Caroline Bingley to invite Jane and Elizabeth Bennet to stay at Netherfield for any length of time.
Chapter 5, Part 3
Caroline told herself that she would need only to stay in her chamber for another hour after which it would be entirely believable that she should be fully recovered. It was such agony for her to be holed up in her room. Caroline could hear the voices of Mr. Darcy and her brother, but she could not make out what was being said. Lamenting her current situation, she tossed herself onto her bed, staring into nothingness. Though the spirits she had consumed had made her drowsy, she could hardly imagine that she would doze off and miss the opportunity to see Mr. Darcy at dinner, but so it was.
Bingley took his normal place at the head of the table. He was glad he had seen to it that Jane was seated next to him on his right, where he could admire her without too much effort. Georgianna was seated on his left, next to her brother. Elizabeth Bennet sat across from Darcy, leaving the end place setting empty in Caroline's absence. Just as dinner was served, Caroline's maid whispered into Bingley's ear, and quickly disappeared. Bingley relayed that Caroline was still too exhausted to join the party and made his apologies for his sister (Evelyn had tried to rouse her, but Caroline only mumbled and pulled the covers over her head).
Elizabeth was relieved that Caroline had not come down to dinner, for she hoped that Jane and Bingley might have an opportunity to reacquaint themselves. Certainly, had Caroline been present, this could not happen easily. There was another at the table who shared Elizabeth's sentiments, though for different reasons.
Georgianna, wanting to engage her brother into conversation with Elizabeth, overcame her inclination to remain silent. "Miss Elizabeth?" she inquired.
"Yes, Miss Darcy?"
"I understand you have three younger sisters," Georgianna could not think of what to speak about.
"Yes, I do." Lizzy laughed. "My father says they are three of the silliest girls in all of England. I must say I quite agree." Lizzy thought she noticed a slight nod from Mr. Darcy. Insolent man! He admits that he thinks ill of them. Lizzy's smile disappeared.
Jane noticed the look of surprise on Georgianna's face as well as the sudden change in Lizzy's. "It was meant as a joke Miss Darcy. My sisters are still forming their characters, and my father and Lizzy tease them by calling them silly."
Georgianna softened. "Oh. I... It is just that I do not have any sisters. And my brother, well..." Georgianna looked fondly at her brother. "He does not tease me often. I suppose I am not used to it."
I expect he does not... he is much too severe for teasing of any kind. Lizzy, beginning to burn with anger, turned to Darcy. Their eyes met for an instant, hers accusing and his surprisingly warm, yet intense. Lizzy broke their gaze abruptly and turned her attention to her plate. She had expected to see disapproval, but there was none there. The expression in his eyes unsettled her, making her forget why she had been angry.
Georgianna continued, "What is it like to have so many sisters? I have always wished I had a sister."
"Well," Elizabeth looked at Jane. "It is rather nice to have someone to share all of your troubles with."
"And your joys, Lizzy." Jane smiled.
"Yes, Yes. Joys, too... It is quite enjoyable to have a sister as a friend." Lizzy thought about her other sisters. "At times, I must admit, I do seek refuge from my sisters." Lizzy laughed again as she thought of Lydia and Kitty. "It is not very quiet in a household with five daughters. To find a moment of peace, one must seek solitude."
"I have only three sisters, and I can agree with you Miss Bennet." Bingley added. "I sometimes seek refuge from my sisters as well."
Who does not seek refuge from your sisters, Bingley? Darcy thought to himself.
The conversation of the entire party shifted from all sorts of "safe" topics such as the weather, the beauty of the country during this particular season, the health of everyone's family members, and so on. Much to Georgianna's disappointment, Darcy spoke very little throughout dinner, though she thought she noticed him look at Miss Elizabeth on more than one occasion. But she could not be sure. At least Miss Elizabeth has been very talkative. If only William would speak to her. Georgianna sighed, a little too audibly.
All the attention turned to her, causing her to blush crimson. "Are you unwell, Georgianna?" Darcy asked, unused to hearing exasperation from his sister, and certainly unaware that he was the cause of it.
"I am quite well." Georgianna stalled, averting her eyes. "I feel I ate too much, that is all." She hated telling her brother any untruths, however insignificant they seemed.
Darcy watched Elizabeth as she smiled at his sister. Oh, that you would smile at me thus. WHAT AM I THINKING? Shake it off - Fool. Her melodious voice broke his thoughts. "Oh Miss Darcy. I do think I agree... Mr. Bingley's cook is marvelous. I think I should gain at least 5 pounds, for I had two helpings of those delicious creamed potatoes." Darcy could not help but smile at Elizabeth's attempt to soothe his sister's emotions.
Georgianna immediately brightened, for though Darcy had not realized it even as he had done it, Georgianna had most happily witnessed the look that he had given to Miss Bennet.
After dinner, Darcy and Bingley went into the library and left the ladies to themselves in the parlor.
"Darcy, she is an angel."
"Yes, you've mentioned that before."
"Do you not agree?"
"She IS lovely, Bingley. What more do you want of me?"
Bingley practically danced around the room, as he paced... waiting for the appropriate length of time to pass until he could re-enter the company of the ladies. "She is a vision of loveliness Darcy."
"Yes," Darcy rolled his eyes. "Yes, you have said that."
"And her sister... she is also uncommonly pretty."
Darcy shook his head, "Bingley, are you aware that in this entire conversation, you have not put two sentences together which you have not previously stated, almost in their entirety to me when we first arrived in Hertfordshire?"
Before Bingley could respond, a beautiful sound was heard coming from the music room. It was Georgianna's favorite piece... only, the voice was not Georgianna's. Bingley took the opportunity to return early to the ladies, with Darcy right behind him.
Chapter 6, Part 1
Elizabeth had looked at Darcy several times while she was playing. She noticed once or twice that he had smiled, she thought, at her talents. However, in the dimly lit corner where he sat, she could not observe that his eyes were closed. It was not until she witnessed Georgianna tug at his arm, and beg him to wake up that she realized he had indeed fallen asleep. She witnessed a groggy Mr. Darcy swing his arm at his sister. Simultaneously Elizabeth's fingers shifted on the keys, making a most unbearable sound.
Lizzy felt herself redden with humiliation and anger. All activity in the room ceased as Mr. Darcy shot up in his seat. Elizabeth watched his gaze find hers. She looked at the others; Jane and Bingley had stopped dancing and stood motionless in the center of the room, Georgianna looked guiltily from her brother to Lizzy and then settled her eyes on the floor. To say that Elizabeth was furious upon finding Mr. Darcy asleep on the settee would not be entirely correct, though it was obvious to any one who knew her well, that she could hardly contain her agitation.
Caroline Bingley chose this moment to enter the music room. She had been just outside the door when she heard Georgianna's plea for her brother to rouse himself. Caroline rejoiced inwardly that Mr. Darcy had fallen asleep during Eliza's turn at entertaining. Mr. Darcy had never been very enthusiastic in his praise of her own performances, but he had always been awake at the end of them. Imperiously, Caroline approached Elizabeth and with a smugness tugging at the corners of her insincere smile, offered, "Perhaps I should play a more engaging tune."
Lizzy glowered at her would-be successor. "Of course," she yielded, "I am glad you are feeling better." Glancing around at the astonished eyes upon her, Lizzy curtsied towards her audience "If you will excuse me." Hastily, she fled the room, her countenance threatening to lose itself under their scrutiny.
Never had she exhibited better for an audience at the pianoforte. To own the truth, she had found herself trying to impress both of the Darcys. Instead, she managed to lull one of them to sleep with her performance. It was a mortifying experience, and rather than a justifiable disdain for the perpetrator of this impropriety, Elizabeth's contempt was partly for herself. And yet, this in itself was not the most humiliating event of the evening. It was undeniably rude that Mr. Darcy had dozed off during her performance and even if it had not been enough to undo her, Caroline Bingley had made sure to finish the job. Adding insult to injury was a talent that Caroline Bingley seemed to excel in.
Once in the safety of her room, lying on the bed with her face pressed into her pillow, Elizabeth let loose the sobs she had been trying to suppress.
Darcy could hardly believe himself. When he realized that he had been dreaming, he was mortified. Not only was he disappointed that he had NOT actually had a loving exchange with Elizabeth, but he had also managed to alienate her further by insulting her. And Caroline... Darcy looked to the piano at its current occupant. He shook his head disapprovingly at her, though she did not happen to witness it. You could not have displayed a more disgusting lack of good manners and breeding that you did tonight. Darcy thought.
Jane excused herself from Bingley's company and went in pursuit of her sister. How I wish I could be the one to offer her comfort Darcy's gaze followed Jane as she quit the room. I must find an opportunity to make my apologies.
Chapter 6, Part 2
Jane quietly slipped into the guest room where Lizzy was staying. She gently closed the door and turned to see the shuddering figure of her sister crumpled on the bed.
"Lizzy?" Jane sat on the bed next to her and stroked Lizzy's hair comfortingly, as a mother would. Elizabeth made no answer except the continued sound of muffled weeping. Jane looked lovingly at her sister, knowing that Lizzy would open up to her in time. Patiently, Jane comforted, "It will all be fine Lizzy. Things will work out."
"I want to go home, Jane. This is too much to bear," Lizzy sputtered through her tears.
"I thought you might feel that way. We will leave in the morning, Lizzy. I have already requested Mr. Bingley's carriage."
Lizzy righted herself and looked her sister squarely in the eyes. "We must leave tonight!"
"No Lizzy." Jane frowned, "surely you can see that would make matters worse. Mr. Bingley has kindly offered to take us home even before breakfast, if you so desire. But to leave tonight...why it is nearly midnight. What shall we tell mama if we should return at such an hour?"
The idea of trying to explain to Mrs. Bennet any of her troubles sobered Elizabeth. "You are right, Jane. I am sorry." Lizzy's tears resumed their steady flow. "I am so sorry," Lizzy buried her face into her hands.
"Oh Lizzy. What have you to be sorry for?"
"You were having such a wonderful visit with Mr. Bingley, I am sorry it has come to this pitiful end. It is my fault."
Jane sighed, "I have enjoyed a most wonderful evening with Mr. Bingley. He is all that a young man should be." She glanced at Lizzy. "But, Lizzy, you have done nothing to make it any less wonderful for me, except that you did not enjoy it as much yourself." Jane softened, "There is no fault to be had, Lizzy... I am sorry that Caroline slighted you like that."
"I should have expected as much."
"Perhaps she was still feeling unwell from this morning. She could not have done it on purpose, Lizzy."
"Could she not?" Lizzy never fully trusted Caroline. Her civilities had been inconsistent from their first meeting. Lizzy knew that Caroline hoped to become Mrs. Darcy and concluded that Caroline must consider her as competition. "But what chance do I have now?" She mumbled.
"What did you say Lizzy? What chance do you have at what?"
I can't believe I said that out loud! Lizzy cursed herself. "Nothing Jane. It is of little import."
It was unlike Lizzy to be so despondent. Jane was curious and so decided not to drop the subject. "No Lizzy, if it had been of no import, you would not have mentioned it."
Frustrated, Lizzy snapped, "I did not mean it. It was merely a fleeting thought. Nothing more."
"I do not think so Lizzy... You rarely ever say something you do not mean. It must be of some import," Jane insisted.
Lizzy laughed at Jane's persistence. "Jane, you know me too well," she resigned. "Promise you will not laugh."
"Of course I will not laugh at you Lizzy."
"I was thinking that Caroline must think I am her competition..." She smiled at Jane's astonished look. "...for Mr. Darcy. And after this evening, making such a fool of myself, what chance would I have anyway?" She searched Jane's countenance for a response.
Jane sat quiet for a moment, mulling over Lizzy's comments, wondering whether Lizzy was serious or in jest. "Do you mean to tell me Lizzy, that you care for Mr. Darcy? I had thought you had no interest in him, especially after he slighted you at the Assembly. Surely, you do not seek his affections?"
"I do not know what I seek. I hardly know what my feelings are, Jane," Lizzy huffed. "It is true, I found him very disagreeable at the Assembly. And he did not impress me much the few times we met during his first stay at Netherfield." Lizzy paused, "I do not think I am 'interested' in him, he infuriates me, and yet..." She shook her head. "I cannot explain it Jane. It is as if in the space of two days, I have been transformed from not caring a stitch what Mr. Darcy thinks of me, to feeling dreadful at the idea that he might think of ill of me. And, I know that he does think ill of me."
"How do you know it, Lizzy?"
"Of course, it would not be obvious to you, Jane. But I see it. He shakes his head with disapproval at different things I say. And you should have seen his expression when I came in from our walk this afternoon. I dare say he was shocked by my appearance."
"Lizzy, I think you invent these things. He seemed perfectly amiable at dinner. If he disapproved of you, would he not have betrayed his opinions during our dinner conversation? He had a great many opportunities."
Lizzy recalled Mr. Darcy's nod of agreement when she had called her sisters three of the silliest girls in England. She thought it best not to share the recollection with Jane. "I see that on this subject, we shall not agree." Lizzy smiled. "But, thank you Jane, for listening to my troubles. I do feel a little better."
"You are welcome Lizzy." Jane embraced her favorite sister. "We should both get some rest. We have an early morning."
"Yes, Jane. Good night."
"See you in the morning Lizzy." Jane whispered as she stepped into the hall.
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It had not been long after Elizabeth and Jane had left the party that Georgianna declared her intention to retire to her room, leaving her brother alone with the Bingleys. Charles, thinking of his early morning ride to Longbourn, followed suit a few minutes later, announcing that perhaps they should all retire. Caroline was obliged to assent to her brother's suggestion, and grudgingly bid Charles and Mr. Darcy good night. She forced herself to leave the room, but took great pains to linger as long as possible in the hall before finally disappearing up the stairwell.
"See you in the morning, Darce." Bingley lightly slapped Darcy's shoulder. "Good night."
"If you don't mind, Bingley, I'd like to stay a little while in your library."
"My house is your house Darcy. Do as you please." Bingley generously offered.
"Thank you Bingley. Good night." Charles smiled wearily and hastened to his chambers.
Hidden in the shadows of the darkened hall, Caroline watched as Darcy made his way to the library. With a smirk forming on her lips, Caroline tiptoed to her bedchamber. I WILL be Mrs. Darcy. Poor Eliza Bennet. Ha! Poor Eliza, indeed.