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Chapter 7
In the quietness of the library, Darcy found himself pacing from the window, to look out into the dark night, and back to the fire again to be mesmerized by the brightly burning flames. Darcy watched as the colors flicked fiercely. Yes, THAT is how I feel. My emotions jerking to and fro...as discontented as those dancing flames. Darcy tossed a crumpled letter into the fire. He had tried to put his thoughts on paper... to apologize to Miss Bennet. But he could come to no agreement in his own mind over his feelings. As of late, he had found her company to be most pleasing. And despite all of the strikes against her family and situation, he looked forward to every moment he could find reason to be in her presence. He thought her very beautiful and void of all of those pretensions owned by other ladies. And yet, stubbornly denying his affections, he continued to hold on to her ill-fated circumstances as insurmountable obstacles to his ever becoming truly attached to her.
Darcy was very unsettled in his thoughts and turned to the shelves of the Netherfield library. He perused the modest, though tasteful, collection of books. As he neared the end of the shelf, he noticed a lone book on the table next to one of the chairs. It was bound beautifully in burgundy leather with gold inscriptions on the cover. Ahhhh, Shakespeare's sonnets Darcy opened the cover to the book and released from its hold, what appeared to be a letter drifting freely to the floor. Before bending to retrieve the item, Darcy flipped carefully through the sonnets to find one that would soothe his spirit, but in his restlessness, none was to be found. It was then, that he noticed the writing inside the book's bindings. To my sweet Elizabeth. May you find these pages as precious as you are to me. Happy Birthday my dear. Darcy stiffened as he read the words. His mind began to race as he tried to determine their author. Who could this be from? It is not signed. Frustrated, Darcy picked up the letter that had fallen. Ordinarily, he would have replaced the letter without a thought. This moment, however found Darcy in an entirely different frame of mind.
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Elizabeth had been in her bedchamber, eyes puffy and tear-stained. She could not gain control over her emotions and it frustrated her immensely. She was overwhelmed with her inner turmoil and prayed to God for divine interference on her behalf. On the whole, she found Mr. Darcy to be an enigma. One moment, he could be almost charming, and yet the very next moment he would do or say something that would reinforce the stories she had heard about him. Upon hearing Mr. Wickam's report of Mr. Darcy's injustice, she had been resolved to hold Mr. Darcy in ill regard. However, her newfound friendship with his sister, Georgiana, had dispelled some of the credit of Mr. Wickam's account, for Georgianna was nothing like the proud sort of girl Mr. Wickam had described to her. Lizzy supposed that if he were so unperceptive as not to see Georgianna for the delightful creature that she was, the possibility existed that there might be some disparity between the truth of his dealings with Mr. Darcy and his telling of them.
This, however, did not comfort Elizabeth when she recalled her own embarrassment this evening. She sought to console herself by finishing her letter to her Aunt Gardiner. "Oh, no!" Lizzy remembered she had left the letter in her book. She meant to mark it for the post this afternoon and had taken it downstairs so that she would not neglect it. "How could I have forgotten it?" Lizzy berated herself. Covering herself in her robe, Lizzy quietly stepped out of her room in search of her lost book. With her dimly lit candle to guide her, she endeavored to make her way down the stairs without arousing anyone from their slumber. She first went to the music room, thinking she had been reading her sonnets before she had been asked to play. To no avail, she could not find them there. Perhaps she had left them in the library. Yes Lizzy told herself, that must be where I left it. As she walked down the corridor, Lizzy's flame extinguished itself suddenly and Lizzy struck her shin upon a settee that she had not remembered being there. Her candle fell to the floor with a thud. Rubbing her injured leg, she reached in the darkness for the candle and prayed that no one had heard her.
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Darcy was torn between his desire to do what was right, by returning the letter to its place undisturbed, and his desire to satiate a growing curiosity that was fueled by an agitation, though he would not admit it, which seemed very similar in intensity to jealousy. Darcy tentatively unfolded the pages before him. Her elegant hand filled the pages.
Dear Aunt Gardiner,
As I am sure my mother has informed you, Jane and I have lately come to take up temporary residence here with the Bingley family at Netherfield. How this came about, I am not quite sure, but it has been a source of great pleasure for our dear Jane and if nothing else somewhat of a refuge for myself, away from the scrutiny of my mother. No doubt she has apprised you of my disobedience to her in refusing Mr. Collins.
Mr. Darcy shook his head with disgust at the idea of Mr. Collins marrying Elizabeth Bennet.
...His offer of marriage was the most ridiculous thing I have ever been forced to give attention to. And yet, it could not have been so devastating to him that I refused, for within two days he found another bride in the person of my very good friend, Charlotte Lucas. On that subject, I must remain silent as her decision still brings me some grief.
Aunt Gardiner, there is another subject on which I would wish to obtain your opinion. You must tell me truthfully what you think I should do, and how I should think on this? The situation is thus: I am in confusion with regard to a certain gentleman. I am... no, I believe... that I may be in danger of feeling a particular regard for this person, though he has done nothing in particular to deserve it.
Darcy felt himself tense. Is this the same person who gave her the book? Who could it be? he wondered. Darcy dismissed the fleeting thought that he should cease from reading further.
I find myself trying to impress him. Oh, Aunt Gardiner, you know me too well to think I am seeking approval for the sake of it. That is against my very nature. So, dear Aunt, tell me... why does his opinion matter to me?
Darcy nearly tore the letter, so startled was he at the sound in the hallway. Like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Darcy's guilty conscience drove him to replace the letter with amazing alacrity. Half expecting someone to come into the library, Darcy returned to face the fire as if he had been standing there the whole of the evening. When no one entered, he took his candle with him to investigate the source of the interruption.
Within but a few paces of the library door, Mr. Darcy met with the lady herself, shuffling to pick herself off of the floor.
"Mr. Darcy," she started. Lizzy self-consciously clutched her robe.
"Miss Bennet," Darcy's tone betrayed the concern he instantly felt upon finding her thus, "Are you hurt? What happened? Why are you not asleep?" Darcy silently cursed himself for his onslaught of questions.
"I am quite well, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth stood uncomfortably as she realized the impropriety of standing in his company clad in her nightclothes. "My candle blew out and I stumbled, that is all." Her voice faltered a moment as she shifted her weight from the injured leg.
"Miss Bennet, are you limping?" Mr. Darcy rushed to her side and gave his arm for support. "Sit down there." He handed her over to the very seat that had caused her discomfort. "Rest here a moment." It finally occurred to him that she was attired in her nightclothes. Darcy looked away. "Can I get you anything Miss Bennet?"
"Thank you, Mr. Darcy, but I only came down to fetch my book. I believe I left it in the library. Would you be so kind as to look for it. It is burgundy with gold lettering." Lizzy's pained expression did not go unnoticed.
"Of course, Miss Bennet. I observed it earlier this evening." Darcy went quickly to retrieve the book. Handing it over, he hesitated and turned it in his hands, as if inspecting it for the first time. "It is a lovely volume, Miss Bennet."
"Yes, it is one of my favorites," she volunteered." My father gave this to me on my 18th birthday. It is very special..." her voice trailed.
Relief washed over him as he relinquished his hold on the book.
"Mr. Darcy, Forgive me." Lizzy interrupted his thoughts. "I must return to my chamber."
"You cannot walk yourself," Darcy insisted, "Let me assist you." Darcy took her arm and linked it with his own.
As much as her independence wanted to refuse the offer, she was not yet healed enough to hold her own weight on the bruised leg, and so she agreed. "Thank you, Mr. Darcy."
Their journey up the stairs was slow and Darcy felt all the intoxicating tension of her closeness to him. The scent of lavender filled his senses. At last, they had reached their destination. Stopping in front of her room, Lizzy hesitated and looked up at Mr. Darcy, "Thank you, sir, for your help tonight." Her voice was soft and full of appreciation.
"Think nothing of it." Before he could gather his thoughts, Darcy instinctively drew her hand to his lips. "It has been my pleasure." Darcy spun away abruptly and disappeared into the darkened hall, leaving a stunned Elizabeth in his wake.
Chapter 8
Lizzy leaned against the door to her chamber pensively. What has just happened? Did he just kiss me? And I, in my bedclothes? Lizzy thought herself delirious. What a good joke this would make, though I doubt Caroline would think it funny. A smile spread across her face as she pictured Caroline Bingley doting on Mr. Darcy without receiving any encouragement from the gentleman himself.
As she sat down to complete her letter, Lizzy suddenly froze. No! He could not have read it... Lizzy looked mortified at the slightly crumpled edge of her letter. She recalled Mr. Darcy saying he had observed her book earlier in the evening. She opened the letter and scanned the last paragraph:
I find myself trying to impress him. Oh, Aunt Gardiner, you know me too well to think I am seeking approval for the sake of it. That is against my very nature. So, dear Aunt, tell me... why does his opinion matter to me? I cannot explain it. His behavior to me is confusing - sometimes cold and sterile, other times very attentive and friendly. Were it not for these bouts of kindness and for his sister, Georgianna, I would wholly believe the claims against him. I am in such confusion.
She added:
Aunt Gardiner, since writing the above, my situation has indeed become worse. Dearest Aunt, just this evening Mr. Darcy fell asleep at my performing at the piano. I assure you it is the truth. I reacted as you might imagine it, I was offended and mortified at the same time. Miss Bingley once again showed her colors and made me look even more the fool. I was in such a state of nerves that I retired early to my room. But much later in the evening, after all of the others had gone to bed, I went downstairs to retrieve this very letter from a book I had left in the library and I came across Mr. Darcy. Despite my lack of propriety (I was dressed in my nightclothes) he was very kind. Not only did he assist me back to my room, Aunt, for I had struck my leg upon a chair and obtained a bruise, but he also bade me goodnight with a kiss to my hand. But what distresses me most is... I fear he may have read this letter. If it is so, then he must know he is affecting me. Perhaps it is what drove him to be so kind to me in walking me to my chamber. Oh what am I to do? I am afraid, Aunt, that my abilities of clear thinking have taken their leave of me for the moment. I am in earnest, when I say to you, that I have absolutely no notion of what to do. Please write to me soon. I do not think I can bear to wait until our visit to the Lakes to hear your opinion.
Yours, etc.
Lizzy
Lizzy left the letter to dry and retired to her bed for a fitful night's rest.
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Morning came none too soon for Elizabeth Bennet. Sleep had evaded her and had instead been replaced with her recollections of the evening. The sun had barely risen, when she made herself ready for the day ahead. Mr. Bingley had made sure that his cook would have breakfast prepared early this morning for the Miss Bennets, and subsequently had a message slipped under their doors informing them of such. Lizzy was well pleased with his thoughtfulness. Jane could not find a better husband. Despite her own situation, she beamed with joy for her sister. They are so well suited for one another. Her reverie was interrupted by the gurgling of her stomach. Lizzy was famished. It was always this way after a restless or emotional night. Hungrily, Lizzy headed downstairs towards the breakfast room.
She was eager to return to Longbourn and to be free from the companionship of Caroline Bingley. She also desired to be free of Mr. Darcy in order that she could sort through her feelings. Lizzy would have much preferred a leisurely walk at morning's first light to a stuffy carriage ride. However, in considering Jane's feelings on the matter, she decided that it would be selfish to decline Mr. Bingley's offer to escort them personally home after breakfast. Perhaps she could feign falling asleep during the short ride, leaving Jane and Mr. Bingley with an opportunity for more personal communications. Yawning, Lizzy chuckled to herself, Perhaps I would not have to pretend. I am sure Jane would forgive me... With a smile tugging the corners of her mouth, she stepped into the breakfast room.
"Oh! Mr. Darcy." Lizzy's breath caught as a blush instantly colored her face.
"Miss Bennet." Darcy said rigidly. He could not tear his gaze from her. Darcy noticed the dark circles under her eyes. A pang of concern shot through him.
"You startled me. I had not thought anyone else would be awake yet."
"Like yourself, Miss Bennet, I am an early riser, myself." Idiot! Say something intelligent to her! Darcy cringed at his redundancy.
Lizzy eyed him suspiciously. She was unsure of how to interpret his behavior of last night. But it was obvious now, that he was uncomfortable in her presence. "Yes, well..." Lizzy could not think of an excuse to leave his company that would allow her to also eat. Thus, she yielded to her hunger. "Would you care to join me for breakfast?" She hoped that he would have already eaten.
"Of course," Darcy pulled out a chair and motioned for Elizabeth to be seated. "Miss Bennet."
"Thank You," Lizzy responded stiffly.
Darcy took the seat adjacent to hers. A strained silence descended upon them as they ate. Darcy shifted nervously and cleared his throat a number of times. Each time, Lizzy had thought he meant to say something. Yet, there was nothing.
"Mr. Darcy, I do believe we ought to have some conversation, do you not agree?"
"Do you talk then by rule when breakfasting?" Darcy's thoughts flashed back to the Netherfield ball. Is this not the same line of conversation we had then?
"I hardly think it would suffice to spend thirty minutes together with no conversation at all. You could mention the delicacy of the eggs, and I could comment on the fine pastries..."
"Yes, yes... perhaps you are right, Miss Bennet." Darcy's thoughts continued to drift. Her manner the evening of the ball had been challenging and witty. And though her words did not betray her teasing nature, Darcy could clearly see that Elizabeth was not herself this morning. Darcy felt the blame was entirely his own. He should not have fallen asleep during her playing. He should not have kissed her hand. He should not have read her letter.
Darcy had trailed off and Lizzy lacked the energy to pursue the conversation further. An awkward quietness again settled upon them.
"No! This will not do." Darcy pushed up from the table and began pacing. Stopping directly in front of her, Darcy continued. "Miss Bennet, you must allow me to..."
"Ah, Darcy, Miss Bennet," Bingley burst into the room, oblivious to his interruption. "Good Morning."
Chapter 8, Part 2
Darcy spun around to face the window and muttered a "Morning, Bingley" to his friend.
Elizabeth was more than a little disappointed at Bingley's interruption. Still, she managed to produce a rather pleasant "Good Morning Mr. Bingley." She glanced over to Darcy and back to her host. "Thank you for having breakfast prepared early." She poked at her plate distractedly.
"You are most welcome Miss Bennet." Suddenly, as if he had just remembered it, Bingley inquired, "Pray Miss Bennet, where is your sister? I thought you would both be ready to depart soon." Bingley tried rather unsuccessfully to hide his own disappointment at not finding Jane present in the room.
"I cannot answer for my sister, Mr. Bingley. It is I who wanted to depart so early. I do not know if my sister is even awake yet this morning."
"Ah... well, I suppose we will have to wait until she is ready." Mr. Bingley's attention then turned to his friend. "Darcy, how are you faring this morning? You look unwell." This last comment had been made with little understanding on Bingley's side, that he was the source of his friend's being uneasy.
"Thank you for inquiring, Bingley. I do not mean to disappoint, but I am well, Thank you." Darcy continued to stare out of the window, without turning, even to acknowledge his friend.
Bingley perceived in that moment, that something indeed was bothering Darcy. Had Bingley been less eager to see Miss Jane this morning, he would have comprehended earlier, that he had interrupted a conversation of some import to at least his friend, if not also of import to Miss Elizabeth. A glance to Elizabeth confirmed for Bingley that more was to be said between the two, as he noticed her brow creased in thought. An unresponsive Darcy still stood rigidly looking out at the prospects of Netherfield.
"Yes, well ... I think ..." Bingley glanced again from one to the other, " I shall go out in the garden for a short while. It is a beautiful day, Darcy, is it not? Miss Elizabeth, do send someone out for me when your sister is ready." And almost as abruptly as he had entered, and before either could respond, Bingley made his way out of the room, closing the breakfast doors behind him.
Whether or not the doors had been closed by design, they could not determine. Darcy had lost some of his resolve to tell Miss Bennet of all of his wrong doings, but he would not lose this opportunity to converse in private.
"Miss Bennet." Darcy turned to face her, "If you would allow it, I would like to make my apologies..." Darcy hesitated, waiting for encouragement to proceed.
Elizabeth had not known what to expect from Mr. Darcy, but it was clear from her expression upon his pronouncement, that she was astonished to hear his words. Mr. Darcy admitting fault? No, it cannot be. "I ...um.....Mr. Darcy, I beg your pardon Sir, but I do not understand your meaning."
Darcy pulled out the chair closest to Elizabeth. Involuntarily, Lizzy shivered at his closeness.
"Yes, yes, I have a confession ... I must....um...Eliz... er... Miss Bennet, I must apologize for my rude behavior last evening." Lizzy started to protest, but was silenced as Darcy continued, "No. Please let me finish. Miss Bennet, first I must ask your forgiveness for my abominable behavior in the music room. Truly, I have rarely heard anything more beautiful. I cannot account for my falling asleep, only that I did have a rather long day and your music was very soothing to me. It was not ten minutes before I had been lulled into a quite comfortable bit of rest."
Darcy watched as Lizzy's countenance grew more relaxed. Darcy's expression had seemed almost to be pleading with her. She had been afraid of what he might confess. But now, his words repeated in her mind... Truly, I have rarely heard anything more beautiful. A blush rose to her cheeks as relief washed over her. Darcy feared for her reaction to his next admission. He felt himself growing warmer under her gaze. He could not look at her and so returned to his pacing.
"Mr. Darcy, please sit down... You are making me dizzy, sir."
Darcy turned to face her. His lips began to move, but the words would not come. "What is it Mr. Darcy? You look as if you had more to say."
"No Miss Bennet... I am very sorry... that is all," Darcy and turned back to the window. How can I tell her I have invaded her privacy?
"Truly, Mr. Darcy, you look ill. I hope it is not because you are anxious for my forgiveness, sir. Be assured that you have it. I am sorry not to have said it sooner. " Lizzy's genuine concern betrayed the lightness in her voice. Darcy felt a tingling sensation course through his body as Lizzy spoke the words. He returned his gaze to her.
"Thank you, Miss Bennet." Their eyes locked in a brief but intense moment, filled with emotions that neither could fully own.
The sudden arrival of Jane, followed closely by Bingley prevented any further private communications between them. Lizzy and her sister finished their breakfasts and were escorted home by their host.
Chapter 9
Bingley paced the library distractedly. "Darcy?"
Looking up from his book, Darcy answered calmly, "Yes Bingley?"
"Do you believe in fate?" Bingley ceased his gait briefly to address his friend.
"No."
"Do you believe in 'the one'?"
"What is 'the one'?"
"You know Darcy... the one... that one person in the entire world who happens to be your perfect match... " Bingley trailed off, a silly grin spreading over his face.
"Ah... now we get down to it, Bingley. Why don't you just propose to Miss Bennet and be done with it?"
Bingley was astonished at his friend's frankness. "I thought you would not approve."
"Bingley... if you love her, and you are certain that she loves you... then what else could be of any import?"
"But...Carolyn said you would disapprove of Miss Bennet's connections and relations."
"And when did your sister become the expert on MY opinions, Charles?"
"But, she has no money, Darcy... and you have seen her family for yourself."
"Are you trying to change my opinion on the matter, Bingley? Because as far as I'm concerned... it is your life..." Darcy stated seriously. "As aware as I am of the Miss Bennets' ... of Jane Bennet's situation in life, I am yet unmoved in my view that any decision regarding matrimony should be based on the mutual respect and love of those persons in the union... and NOT, as I may have previously expressed... based on duty or fortune or any other concern of society that would truly be inconsequential to the happiness of either party." Darcy shook his head, When did my convictions change on this matter? "You are not destitute, Bingley... you are not dependent on your future wife for your fortune. If you believe that Jane Bennet loves you, then you would be a fool not to marry her."
Bingley's excitement could barely be contained. "So I have your blessing?"
"That is my point, Bingley... You don't need my blessing..."
"I know that, Darce... but I should like to know I have it."
"Well, go to it man."
Bingley took Darcy's hand and shook it vigorously, "You will be my best man, will you not?"
"Of course... now get on with it!" Darcy laughed at his friend and gave him a brotherly push.
Bingley rushed from the room, passing Georgianna at the door.
"He is very excited," Georgianna smiled at Bingley's obvious joy.
"Yes, well... he is on the way to secure his future."
"I overheard the last bit of your conversation." Georgianna blushed as she made her confession. "I must own that I was quite surprised... and pleased... with your advice to him." Georgianna moved in to her brother's embrace. "So tell me, William, when did duty and honor lose their power over you?"
Darcy pondered his words for a moment before responding. "It is not as if I have abandoned duty and honor, Georgie... I just..." He kissed her forehead lightly. "... Mother and Father genuinely loved each other."
Georgianna looked up at her brother's wistful expression. "Yes... Yes, they did."
"I want that kind of marriage Georgie... for myself ..." Smiling, Darcy touched his finger to Georgianna's nose. "For you ... and for Bingley."
With a mischievous grin, Georgianna added, "So it is safe to assume that you will NOT be marrying Caroline Bingley?"
Darcy's laughter erupted into the room. "And when... little sister, did you begin speaking your mind so boldly?"
"I am quite grown up, you know... and it is my duty as your sister... to help you find a wife," Georgianna teased.
"And who... would you have me marry?"
"Well... Aside from the obvious requirement that she love and respect you...she must be intelligent and witty. It would be nice if she had her own opinions... I would like an ally in my disagreements with you. She'll need a good sense of humor to put up with your drollness. And since she will be my sister... WE must get on well.... She would have to have a genuine interest in music... and must listen to me play and sing all day."
Darcy laughed, "And have you found such a woman?"
Georgianna's face broke into a broad smile. "Yes, actually... Miss Elizabeth Bennet."
Darcy choked.
"Mr. Darcy, I need your help!" Caroline Bingley nearly shouted as she barged into the room, oblivious to the conversation she was intruding upon.
"Miss Bingley." Darcy fought the urge to roll his eyes. Georgianna snickered at the irony of Caroline's appearance in the library just now.
"Oh, Georgianna, I hadn't realized you were here." Caroline smiled insincerely.
"It is quite alright, Miss Bingley, I was just on my way to visit the Bennets. Would you care to join me?" Georgianna gave her brother a knowing look.
Caroline inadvertently let out a small groan. "Thank you, but no... I must get your brother's advice on something of great import." Caroline.
This time, Darcy did not refrain from rolling his eyes, though he directed the expression at his sister. Georgianna hugged her brother. "Play nice, brother." She whispered, "See you at dinner."
After kissing his sister's cheek, Darcy poured himself a brandy and turned to face Caroline.
Darcy was not a little irritated. He had wanted to pursue his conversation with Georgie. "What... pray tell, Miss Bingley... is of such importance that it could not wait?"
"Mr. Darcy... You simply must talk to Charles. He will listen to you."
Darcy interrupted, "Miss Bingley, does this have anything to do with Charles asking for Miss Bennet's hand?"
"You must stop him Mr. Darcy... he will ruin everything..."
"Everything, except perhaps his own happiness." Darcy chuckled. He was enjoying Caroline's distress.
"Please be serious Mr. Darcy... this is very grave. He cannot be allowed to do it. He will trap himself in such low circles of society..." Caroline took a deep breath before beginning again. "And then, I..." Caroline's look pleaded with Darcy.
"You shall what? Be forced to entertain in those same circles?" Darcy shuffled over to the window, hiding the smile that threatened to spill over his features.
Caroline ignored Darcy's comment and proceeded. "Mr. Darcy, you have always given my brother the best advice. Certainly you can see that this union would not be in Charles' best interests... they have relatives in Cheapside..." Caroline shuddered. "Must we become familiar with that district of town?"
"You are too late, Miss Bingley." Darcy sipped his beverage. "I have just sent him away with my blessing."
Caroline's features blanched.
"But...I ..." Caroline stammered. "You said it yourself, after the Assembly; the Bennets have no money, no connections... NOTHING... to recommend themselves. How could you encourage him to make such a bad match? "
Darcy sighed thoughtfully. "He loves her..." Darcy's gaze returned to the window. "And he believes that she returns his affections."
"LOVES HER??? What does Charles know about love? He falls in love every season... And Miss Bennet is just the same as any of the others... women can easily learn the art of feigning love, when it would secure their future." Caroline suddenly realized what she had blurted. She looked to Darcy to see if he comprehended her.
"Hmmm...by your admission, Miss Bingley... it would seem that no woman can be trusted..." Darcy paused before inquiring, "Was it your intent to say that ALL women are schooled in this art of deception?" Darcy did not look at Caroline directly, but he could see her in the reflection of the windowpane.
Caroline shifted uncomfortably. "No... I did not mean... no..." she sighed. "It is common knowledge Mr. Darcy... that there are these types of women...'fortune hunters'... some call them. Surely, with your position, you can not be ignorant of them."
Certainly not... Miss Fortune Hunter Bingley...
"I do not believe Jane Bennet to be of the breed of woman you are describing. If it were Lydia or Kitty Bennet, then perhaps I would caution your brother. But... you are wasting your time... my advice has already been given... my opinion will not be altered on this matter."
"FINE!" Caroline spouted. "When we are all sitting down to our holiday dinner and Mrs. Bennet cries out about how fortunate Jane was to secure a man of 5 thousand pounds... and proceeds to throw her other daughters in your direction... remember that YOU did NOTHING to prevent it." As she stormed from the room, Darcy could not help but think that her behavior was very much like that of a spoilt child.
Darcy swirled his brandy before indulging in another taste. His thoughts returned to the Miss Bennets...
Chapter 10
"OH!!!! You have no compassion on my poor nerves, daughter! I am certain Jane would have received a proposal if you had not insisted on returning home." Mrs. Bennet fanned herself wildly.
"Mama, surely you can see how improper it would have been to extend our visit without being first invited."
"You are one to talk of improper, Lizzy. Refusing Mr. Collins like that. And now Charlotte Lucas will become mistress of this estate and will throw us all out into the hedgerows when your father is dead." Mrs. Bennet flung herself onto her chair. "And Lizzy, you and Jane were invited. Miss Bingley extended your invitation once already. I'm sure she would have liked your company a little longer. "
Lizzy sighed in exasperation. Lydia and Kitty snickered at their sister.
"Enough! Enough, Mrs. Bennet! Can we not enjoy our lunch in peace?" Mr. Bennet glared at his wife. "There will be plenty of time for each of our girls to make a match." He cast a knowing look at his favorite daughter. Lizzy's eyes spoke gratitude for her father's interference.
Lydia jumped up from her seat and ran over to the window. "Mama! Look! There is someone coming. I think it is Mr. Bingley." She had thought, at first, that it might be Carter or Denny.
Mrs. Bennet bolted from her chair. "Yes! You are right Lydia! It is him. Jane, you must ready yourself. Make haste! Make haste! Let's go to the drawing room. Hurry, Mr. Bennet."
"No! I will NOT choke on my lunch for you Mrs. Bennet. When I am finished, I will be in the library should anyone need me." Mr. Bennet smiled at Jane.
"Oh Mr. Bennet! You care nothing for my poor nerves." Mrs. Bennet glared at her husband. "Nevermind, then. Girls, let's go!" She snapped as she led her daughters to the drawing room. Everyone was seated only moments before Mr. Bingley was announced.
"How good of you to visit us, Mr. Bingley." Mrs. Bennet motioned for him to take the chair directly opposite Jane.
"Yes, thank you, " Bingley replied uncomfortably. His gaze was indeed fixed upon the object of his affections and it became increasingly difficult for him to feign attentiveness to any other person.
If Mrs. Bennet lacked some perception regarding propriety, she made up for it in her discernment of the perfect opportunity for a proposal. Everyone had been awkwardly engaged for a full five minutes in some small amount of conversation when Mrs. Bennet began inventing reasons for her and her younger daughters to quit the room. Jane was embarrassed by her mother's actions, but her embarrassment did not last long. Once she was alone with Mr. Bingley, she was all happiness. Bingley remained standing, glancing uncomfortably around the room before finally blurting out, "Miss Bennet? Jane, would you consent to making me the happiest of men? Would you be my wife?"
Although a stranger would not detect any unusual amount of excitement in her features, Jane could hardly contain her joy. She was all smiles and blushes as she informed her family of her most happy news. Mrs. Bennet made no attempt to contain HER happiness upon hearing of the proposal. After expressing her happiness to all her daughters, she made ready to visit her sister Phillips.
To say that Mr. Bingley had been nervous when he proposed would be to understate the intensity of his emotions. However, it was nothing compared to the anxiety he felt as he entered the Bennet library. Fortunately, Mr. Bennet was very agreeable to Mr. Bingley's engagement and issued his permission and blessing with no hesitation. And so it was, that after speaking with Mr. Bennet, Mr. Bingley became engaged to an angel. To announce the union, Bingley decided (at Lydia's suggestion) to throw a ball - an Engagement party - at Netherfield in three weeks.
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While Mrs. Bennet was preoccupied, writing a letter to the Gardiners to inform them of Jane's good fortune, Lizzy and Jane stole away into the garden.
"Oh Lizzy, " Jane beamed. "I am so happy to be able to bring such happiness to our family! It is more than I could ever have hoped for. He is the most agreeable man." Jane's smile began to wane. "If only there were such a man for you."
"Till I have your goodness, I can never have your happiness." Lizzy joked.
"I am so excited, Lizzy."
"I am happy for you. Mr. Bingley will make you a proper husband."
"Look Lizzy, there is the Darcy carriage."
Lizzy turned to see Georgianna waving out of the carriage window. "Oh yes, Miss Darcy and I were going to go to the shops in Meryton today. Would you like to join us?"
"Oh, I would love to Lizzy, but Mama has already commandeered the rest of my afternoon."
The carriage came to a halt allowing its occupant to step out. "Hello Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth." One look at Jane told Georgianna that Mr. Bingley had indeed stopped by to 'visit.'
Georgianna smiled broadly, "How are you today?" She addressed her inquiry to both of the Miss Bennets, but her eyes held on Jane.
Jane blushed, "Very well. Thank you."
The ladies had no opportunity to engage in further conversation as Mrs. Bennet came bounding over to them.
"Jane! Jane! We must talk about your wedding preparations!" Mrs. Bennet was silent only for a second to draw breath. During that moment, she seemed to notice that Miss Darcy was with her daughters. "Hello Miss Darcy. Has Jane told you of her good news?" Mrs. Bennet clamored, "She is just now engaged to Mr. Bingley."
"Oh?" Georgianna feigned ignorance of the attachment, "I wish you much joy." She offered, "Mr. Bingley is a very good man."
Lizzy studied Georgianna's expression. There was something forced about it. Lizzy wondered if there was any truth to Caroline's suggestions that a match was expected between Mr. Bingley and Georgianna.
"I am sorry, Ladies, but I must take my Jane from you."
"It is alright, Mama. Miss Darcy and I were just leaving to Meryton."
"Well, Don't be late, Lizzy. Mr. Bingley is coming for dinner tonight."
"Yes, Mama!" Lizzy rolled her eyes as she turned with Georgianna to the carriage. Once they were on their way to Meryton, Lizzy spoke, "Miss Darcy..."
"Oh, Miss Bennet, Please call me Georgianna or Georgie for we are soon to be family." Whoops! Georgianna cringed at her own words.
"How are we to be family?" Lizzy inquired.
"Well," Georgianna started, "Mr. Bingley is almost a brother to me and you are soon to be his sister. Though WE will not actually be related, it will be AS IF we are sisters," Georgianna answered. She hoped that Lizzy accepted this explanation. "I am very happy for Mr. Bingley and your sister."
"Are you really?" The question slipped out before Lizzy could stop herself.
Georgianna's astonishment was evident. "Of course I am, Miss Bennet. Why would you ask such a question?" The expression on her countenance was one of shock and hurt.
"I am sorry, Miss Darcy."
"Call me Georgianna."
"Georgianna. It is just that Caroline had mentioned... eh... well, we understood that YOU and Mr. Bingley were likely to form an attachment."
"ME? And Charles Bingley?" Georgianna laughed. "You have been seriously misinformed. I cannot believe Caroline told you that. No, Miss Bennet, let me prevent any confusion on the matter. I am not nor have I ever wished to be attached to Mr. Bingley in any way save that he is the dear friend of my brother and is very much like a brother to me. Caroline Bingley is delusional. Pay no attention to her claims."
Lizzy grinned, "I had hoped it not to be the case. Please, call me Lizzy. All my good friends call me Lizzy."
"Well," Georgianna snickered, "I think that Caroline Bingley is simply trying to increase her changes with my brother."
"Oh Really?" This should be interesting, Lizzy mused.
"Yes. Surely, you can see how she dotes on him," Georgianna waited for Lizzy's acknowledgement. "So I think she was HOPING for a union between Charles and myself so that it would put her more often in my brother's company."
"And what is your brother's position?" Lizzy hoped Georgianna would not think she was being too forward.
"He agrees with me." Georgianna eyes twinkled mischievously. "Caroline is delusional. But, what can be done? She is Charles' sister. Aside from William putting her in her place, nothing can be done. He puts up with her so as not to offend Mr. Bingley."
"Your brother must be very good, not to school his friend's sister..."
"Yes, when she practically asks to be set down," Georgianna interrupted with a hearty laugh. "William is very good." Turning to look into a shop window, she was careful not to let Elizabeth see her expression. "He is quite handsome, too. Do you not agree, Lizzy?"
Lizzy coughed. Surely she can see the awkwardness of asking such a question . Lizzy looked at Georgianna's innocent expression. Perhaps not.
"Well, I had not thought... I, uh,Yes." Lizzy stammered, "He is very handsome."
"Oh look, there is the dress shop," Georgianna quickly changed the subject. The next hour or two were spent in shopping and somehow managing to talk of Georgianna's brother.
Chapter 11
Lizzy contemplated the events of the two past weeks. She conceded that Jane's happiness was one of her own most precious treasures - worthy of nearly any sacrifice. She knew that she would see her sister often, as Jane would be settled not 3 miles away at Netherfield. Still, she would miss having Jane available to her at all hours of the day or night. That such an agreeable man as Mr. Bingley would be the one to whisk her sister away made the coming event seem a bit less daunting. Nevertheless, Lizzy's heart ached a little and with their mother sequestering Jane in order to work on the wedding plans; Lizzy could not help but feel the anticipatory sting of separation from her beloved sister. If Lizzy had contemplated her feelings longer, she might have acknowledged another source of distress - her own longing for a happy union. But as it were, she attempted to keep herself distractedly busy with little time for self-analysis.
On this day, Lizzy was to accompany the Darcys and Miss Bingley on a picnic in the woods of Netherfield. Georgianna had planned for it to be a smaller party, but Caroline, having heard of the luncheon insisted she be included.
Georgianna had tried to prevent it. "But Miss Bingley, do you not have more planning to do for the Engagement party next week? I thought I heard you mention it to Mrs. Hurst." She looked to her brother for assistance.
"Yes, Miss Bingley. I believe your exact words were 'Oh that dreaded party, there is still so much to be done.' Were they not?" Darcy smiled at Georgianna.
Caroline blanched at his statement; not having realized anyone had overheard her conversation with Louisa. "I assure you that I was exaggerating. Surely, I have time to join you for ONE afternoon luncheon."
And thus it continued - a few more protests and a few more rebuttals and finally it was agreed upon that Caroline should be one of the party. She was delighted for two reasons: the first that she should spend an afternoon with Mr. Darcy (Georgianna hardly counted as company) and the second that her brother and his fiancé would NOT be accompanying them which would prevent her from having to watch them fawn over one another. What Caroline did not realize was that Elizabeth Bennet would instead be there to plague her.
Miss Darcy traveled the short distance to Longbourn to personally fetch Lizzy for the afternoon. Mrs. Bennet was thrilled to see her second eldest daughter out of the way today as she had much planned to occupy herself and Jane. And so it was very eagerly that one said goodbye to the other and Lizzy was especially eager to think on something other than her sister's upcoming wedding and subsequent departure.
"Miss Ben...er... Lizzy?" Georgianna eyed her friend suspiciously. "Are you unwell, today?"
"No, I assure you I am well." Lizzy attempted a smile. "Thank you for your concern."
"You do not seem yourself." Georgianna squinted as one does when trying to view something from afar. "But I suppose if you say it is so - then you must be well. I hope very much that whatever is on your mind will not keep you from enjoying our outing today."
Lizzy laughed, patting Georgianna's arm. "No, I am sure of it. We shall have a wonderful afternoon. I promise you that I am well. I was merely thinking of my sister's wedding."
Georgianna did not hide her astonishment. "And THAT is what drew you into such melancholy?"
"No..." Lizzy protested. "I am very happy for Jane. It is just..."
"You will miss her."
"Yes, I shall miss her very much." Lizzy was surprised at Georgianna's quick understanding.
"But surely you will see her nearly every day."
"It will be different. And she will have Mr. Bingley to tell her dreams to. She will not wish to be always with her sister."
"Yes I suppose it must be so. But I cannot imagine that he will take your place for there are certain things one can only discuss with a sister." Georgianna looked almost sad. "You are very lucky to have such a sister. I hope one day to have one for myself."
"But can you not speak of such things to your cousin? Mr. Collins tells me that your cousin Anne is to be your sister."
"Cousin Anne?" Georgianna paled. "Oh, No! Well, I mean, I do care for my cousin, and we get along quite well. But she is NOT to be my sister."
Lizzy released a soft sigh, unaware she had been holding her breath. "Oh?"
Georgianna smiled brilliantly. "My brother and my cousin have no such attachments to each other. It is my Aunt Catherine's wish alone that they be married. She will be very disappointed, I am sure, when dear William chooses his own, more suitable wife."
"More suitable?"
"Oh yes! Anne is nothing like what my brother needs. He needs someone who is witty and lively - to balance him out. Nor is she what I need in a sister. She is as shy and quiet as I am. I dare say the three of us together would become a sad group of dead bores." Georgianna chuckled at the thought. "They each encourage ME to come out of my shell. But, neither of them inspire in the other any desire to converse on much more than the weather. Although I suppose it is a scheme to frustrate my Aunt."
"How cruel you are Georgianna." Lizzy's eyes sparkled with laughter.
"No Lizzy. It is quite the truth. In fact, even the mention of the other drives each of them into the doldrums. How my Aunt can think it a good match escapes me." Georgianna paused thoughtfully, "perhaps she doesn't know that a love match is far more rewarding than a match of any other kind. Well, if my Aunt doesn't realize it, my brother certainly does. I heard him telling Charles just the other day that 'any decision regarding matrimony should be based on the mutual respect and love of those persons in the union and NOT based on duty or fortune or any other concern of society that would truly be inconsequential to the happiness of either party.'" Georgianna finished her quote in her deepest voice in an attempt to copy her brother's.
Laughing at her young host's impersonation, Lizzy offered, "Have you ever entertained the notion of going into the theatre? That was very good." She recovered her countenance. "But did he really say that?"
"Oh yes, I thought it so beautiful a proclamation that I committed it to my memory. And when I am choosing my own suitor, I shall thrust it upon my brother as a reminder." She grinned mischievously. "Oh look, there he is now."
Darcy was on the steps of Netherfield, awaiting his sister's return. He had seen them approaching a few moments earlier from his customary window.
"Georgie," Darcy greeted his sister with a kiss to her cheek. He turned his attentions to the other young lady. "Miss Bennet, it was good of you to join us." His voice was welcoming as he handed her out of the carriage. "I can see from Georgianna's smiling eyes that you have been entertaining each other famously. I am happy for it." He added approvingly.
"Yes, Mr. Darcy. She is a very engaging conversationalist. I enjoy her company very much."
"I can see that she enjoys yours as well."
"Please, please, do not talk as if I were not in the area with you," Georgianna broke in with amusement, causing both of her companions to blush.
Caroline chose this moment to descend upon them. "Ahhhh, dear Georgianna, you are back." She smiled forcibly. "Miss Eliza, what a pleasant surprise to find you attending our little picnic."
Lizzy answered amiably, "Thank you Miss Bingley. It was very kind to include me. You must have so many things to do in preparation for the party. I was quite reluctant to throw another duty on you by forcing myself on your picnic as a guest. But, Dear Georgianna insisted I join you." This last bit, she said with such sweetness that Caroline could not be sure if Elizabeth was trying to slight her or not.
They were interrupted with the appearance of one of the household staff and his presentation of two baskets of food, a few blankets, and a large parasol. And so the party left for the woods of Netherfield Park. For all but one of the party, it looked to be a very promising afternoon.
Chapter 12
George Wickham's sinister mood was much like the weather. Although all of the officers had received an open invitation, Wickham did not attend in the usual manner. Instead, he lingered outside on the patio by the west end of the ballroom where he could observe the party without detection.
His eyes flashed first on Darcy, causing him to involuntarily stiffen. Wickham laughed as he noticed the jealous look on Darcy's face as Miss Elizabeth took the hand of Captain Denny and was led to the dance floor. Good old Denny Wickham laughed to himself. Denny had lost a bet and for his payment, a promise had been made that he should keep Darcy preoccupied this night. Scanning the others in attendance, Wickham's eyes drifted wantonly from one lovely lady to the next. Finally, he spotted his prey... Miss Georgianna. I will have my revenge on Darcy... and this time, he will be too late!!! Wickham was counting on Georgianna's need to find a solitary moment. She had often done the same at Pemberley during their years growing up, in order to re-gather herself in the midst of a party. Wickham watched her flit about the room for above an hour before she finally moved in the direction of the patio doors.
Wickham waited for a moment before approaching her, to determine that no one else had seen her step outside. Silently, he moved toward her.
"Georgianna, my love," Wickham whispered, his lips brushing lightly against her neck.
Startled, she turned abruptly and stepped back. She was unable to utter a sound. Her breath caught in her chest. Although she knew that Wickham had been after her fortune last summer at Ramsgate, she could not control the feelings that stirred up inside her. Wickham could be so believable. She took in a deep breath. She must be strong. "Wh...What are you doing here?" Georgianna's shaky voice was barely audible.
"Are you not happy to see me, my darling?" Wickham moved a step toward her. "When I heard you were in town... I had to come see you." Wickham smiled his most brilliant smile at her.
Georgianna's breath faltered. How can he still affect me thus? Georgianna continued to back away from him, down the steps into the garden.
"Georgianna, I know what your brother must have told you... but you must believe me... my heart was broken" Wickham paused for effect, "when he forced me to leave you last season." His voice trailed and he silently commended himself for his convincing performance. "I still love you Georgianna." Wickham took her hands. "Please tell me that you love me still." He brought her hands to his lips.
Georgianna was trembling. She wanted to believe him, but she was afraid. She looked around, suddenly realizing how far they had wandered.
"Do not be afraid, Georgianna..." he spoke tenderly. The gleam in his eyes communicated something altogether different.
Georgianna began to panic. "NO! This is wrong... This is all wrong!" She tried to pull her hands away.
Wickham embraced her forcefully. "Now Georgie... what could be wrong with this? We are to be married, after all." Wickham pressed his lips to hers.
Georgianna tried to scream, but Wickham thrust his hand upon her throat, drowning out her protestations. "I assure you, Georgie... we are too far from the house. No one can hear you... It would be much better for you... more pleasant... if you do not resist me." Wickham growled, lowering his hand to trace the bodice of her dress.
Tears began to escape her, as she wriggled in his embrace. "Please...." She sobbed. "No!"
For a moment, she freed herself and began to run away. Wickham had anticipated her and caught up with her before she could get very far. He struck her and pushed her up against a tree, one hand roughly on her collarbone, the other greedily pulling at her dress. "If you run away again," he sneered at her, "I will not be as gentle."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Georgianna lamented.
Wickham laughed, "When I am through with you... your brother will be forced to allow our marriage."
Suddenly, the full implications of his statement dawned on her. As if Mother Nature herself were in on this miserable scheme, the skies opened up with a rip of thunder and began to pour out their water. She became overwhelmed with terror. Georgianna cried out with all of her energy, "HELP!"
Promptly, Wickham struck her again. "Do not cry out again, Georgianna," he threatened. "In the time it will take someone to reach us... I will have plenty of time to punish you."
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Elizabeth had been enjoying herself at tonight's party. She had danced with several of the officers, and once with Mr. Darcy. While they had danced, their conversation turned mostly to music and they discussed different pieces that Georgianna had played only a few days earlier. She smiled at the memory and wished to inquire from Georgianna if her brother had any particular favorites he had not disclosed.
Georgianna and Elizabeth had grown quite close over the past few weeks. They had met often for walks through the countryside or for picnics by the river. Lizzy was grateful for the company as Jane had been heavily occupied with wedding plans. Occasionally, Georgianna would bring her brother or Caroline Bingley along for an afternoon. But more often than not, they would spend their time alone - bettering their acquaintance. They had just begun to confide in one another, those more personal things that are not so casually shared.
It was one such recent communication, during which Georgianna had told Lizzy how painfully shy she truly was. And though Georgianna had not seemed shy when in her own company, Lizzy was able to observe that with others, Georgianna was much more reserved. Lizzy looked around the assembly room. She could not find Georgianna. Georgianna had told her that her shyness often overwhelmed her at large gatherings and she would have to leave the company of others in order to gather enough strength to finish out an evening. Perhaps now was one of those times. Lizzy continued to scan the room hesitating briefly when she saw Darcy surrounded by officers. No doubt, she observed by his countenance, they were telling him of some gruesome battle. He made eye contact with her and she rewarded him with a warm smile before returning to her search for the man's sister.
Lizzy stepped through the patio doors hoping to find her friend. "Georgianna?" She said tentatively. She heard nothing at first. But then, very faintly she heard someone crying, followed by a clap of thunder and an urgent cry for help.
Instead of enlisting the help of one of the gentleman present, Lizzy acted instinctively and ran towards the sound, ignoring the pounding rain. She was sure that it was Georgianna's voice she heard. As she got closer to where she thought the cry originated, her pace slowed. The darkness was thick and she could see very little.
She rounded a cluster of bushes and saw them. Horrified, she cried out "STOP! UNHAND HER!"
Lizzy had stumbled upon the most distressing of situations. Wickham had Georgianna pinned to a tree and was groping and kissing her. It was dark and rainy, but it appeared that Georgianna's face was swollen.
Wickham turned to Lizzy and laughed. "Ha! And what are you going to do to stop me?"
Lizzy's eyes widened in disbelief. How could anyone be so wretched? Lizzy summoned her strength and moved over to them. "Leave her be, Wickham."
Wickham stepped toward Lizzy. Georgianna seemed too frightened to move. With a burst of courage, Lizzy rushed toward Wickham and shoved him with all of her might. "Run Georgie, Run!"
Georgianna started to flee, but turned as she heard Wickham strike Elizabeth.
"Perhaps you would wish to take her place." Wickham moved toward a fallen Elizabeth. "I always thought you were the liveliest of your sisters."
Suddenly, Wickham dropped to the ground, grabbing the back of his head. Lizzy looked up and saw Georgie holding a large rock between both hands.
Before he could recover, Lizzy jumped up and grabbed Georgie by the hand. They ran as fast as they could in the direction of the house.
Georgianna stumbled but was caught by Lizzy. "Please Lizzy, you must promise not to tell anyone." Her small frame shook with uncontrollable sobs.
"But Georgianna... he must be punished."
"No... no one would believe me," Georgianna cried with a shiver.
"No one could think it your fault...." Urging her forward Lizzy offered, "Come Georgie. Be strong. We must get back to the house. If he gets up..." Lizzy shuddered at the thought.
"Please Lizzy?" Georgianna floundered and tumbled to the ground. Lizzy pulled her up, her eyes meeting the pleading expression in Georgianna's. "Please Lizzy... promise me."
Lizzy could not resist Georgianna's entreaty. She relented. "Very well. I promise." She embraced Georgianna. "I do not like it, but... I will do it."
"Thank you." Georgianna looked up at the house and back at her savior. "You are truly the best of friends."
Lizzy shook her head. "We need to get you inside."
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