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Chapter 14
Georgiana looked up from her plate when her brother entered the breakfast room. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the other chairs were empty.
"You slept late," she explained. "Mr. Bingley has gone to Longbourn."
Darcy helped himself to coffee and sat down at the table. "That is no surprise. Where is Fitzwilliam? With Bingley, I suppose." His sister nodded. "Did you not wish to go as well, to visit with Miss Elizabeth?"
"Perhaps tomorrow." Georgiana leaned close to him to whisper, "I suspected I might be in the way today."
"You are never in the way," Darcy replied, occupied with spreading butter on a toasted muffin.
She sat back in her chair. "Well, I would be today," she said in a tone that was slightly impatient. Darcy looked up at that and his eyebrow rose once again. "Mr. Bingley seemed to have something important on his mind."
An amused chuckle greeted her comment. "Bingley's absence of mind is habitual, Georgiana."
His sister didn't know how to receive this remark. Her brother had, after all, been the one to inform her of his friend's feelings for Miss Bennet. "How very unromantic."
Darcy smiled. "My dear, Bingley is very much the romantic." When she didn't answer he glanced up to see a pensive expression on her face. Thinking about her complaint he began to wonder if it was Bingley to whom she had been referring as unromantic. "I see. It is your brother who is not romantic. Tell me Georgiana," he said in a grave voice, "do you find me very severe?"
Once more she was not sure what he meant by his words. Her initial feeling was of remorse for offending him but he appeared genuinely interested in her opinion, giving her more confidence to form a reply. "You are not severe, Fitzwilliam, but you do command respect by your very appearance." Rather than satisfaction Georgiana saw his frown deepen. "Have I said something wrong? I did not mean to imply earlier that you are unromantic. I was referring to the notion that Mr. Bingley's behaviour was a habit rather than being attributable to his feelings for Miss Bennet."
"You find his preoccupied state of mind to be romantic?"
Her expression brightened. "Yes. Do you not think it demonstrates that his thoughts are with his lady instead of on his surroundings?"
Darcy took a moment to think about her suggestion. "It had never occurred to me that a lady might prefer an absent-minded lover. It cannot highly recommend him to be forever forgetting what he is doing."
"Oh, but that is only when they are apart!"Georgiana bravely pointed out. "Mr. Bingley was all attentiveness when Miss Bennet was here last evening."
"Yet where does one draw the line between being agreeable and showing preferential attentions? How do you ladies tell the difference?" mused Darcy, his own failure and Wickham's success in this area uppermost in his mind. He didn't expect an answer for his mind was far away from the room in which he sat.
"Perhaps we cannot," Georgiana weakly replied.
Something flickered in her brother's eyes. "You may be right." Not only the ladies have this difficulty. He felt it prudent to change the subject. "What would you like to do today?"
Her smile returned. "If you would not mind, I would like to play some music for you. There are two new pieces I have practised since you left to visit Aunt Catherine." Darcy readily agreed and their plans would ensure a pleasurable morning spent in one another's company until the other gentlemen returned.
***
"You must think me horribly unfeeling." Colonel Fitzwilliam looked seriously upon his companion as they walked in the morning sunshine.
Elizabeth stared at him in surprise. "I cannot imagine what you mean!" Nothing was further from her thoughts; the Colonel's staunch support of his cousins at this trying time demonstrated a deeply felt attachment in her opinion.
Yet he nodded his head toward the couple who walked not far behind them. "Had I known that your sister was the lady Bingley admired I would not have so flippantly described Darcy's actions in that regard. Believe me," he said, turning apologetic eyes upon her, "my cousin did not express himself as callously as I related. Although I cannot recall his exact phrases you may at least be assured that I embellished their effect in the retelling."
Trying to recall their conversation, Elizabeth replied, "So much has happened in the short time since we spoke of it, Colonel, that I honestly cannot remember all that was said. I never believed you to be unfeeling, however."
He did not fail to catch her emphasis and tried again to rectify his error. "I am renowned in our family for speaking before I think things through. If you will grant me permission to speak freely, however....." Fitzwilliam waited for her to acknowledge his request before continuing. "As I said, I am the family black sheep where thinking before opening my mouth would be beneficial. I must take full blame for leaving you with the impression that Darcy took joy in separating a young couple in love. I can promise you that it brought him no pleasure in hurting either party's feelings. His own feelings are very strong where family and friends are concerned. He takes great pride in this and the sense of responsibility it engenders. He is not infallible, however. Whatever reason compelled him, I believe he thought he was acting in Bingley's best interest at the time, but since his encounter with Wickham there seems to have been an alteration in his opinion. Darcy has uttered not one word of discouragement to Bingley regarding his renewed interest in Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth had listened in silence but her expression changed at the mention of discouragement. "It is not the same as encouraging him though, is it?"
The Colonel grimaced. "There, you see? I have phrased it badly again. Darcy has, in fact, assisted his friend with not only words, for Bingley mentioned to me that he has apologised although he did not go into detail, but had also asked Georgiana to perform the role of hostess for last night's dinner party to help ease the way."
"That is all quite admirable, sir, but why tell me? If Mr. Darcy has righted his wrongs with Mr. Bingley then it is a matter between the two of them and does not really concern me at all." Although she was delighted to hear that Mr. Bingley knew the truth Elizabeth was wary of the Colonel's reasons for informing her, briefly wondering if his cousin had put him up to it. It was a thought unworthy of the man she was now becoming to know, however.
For his part, Fitzwilliam wished to be careful what he said from this point on. While at Rosings he had observed Darcy's admiration for Elizabeth Bennet but was not sure just how far this partiality extended. He admired her, too, especially for her willingness and ability to engage his cousin in intellectual sparring. They complemented each other perfectly, he thought, but was Darcy ready to put aside the years of expectations placed on him to marry to advantage? A wife he could admire and respect was a far better advantage in Fitzwilliam's opinion. Unfortunately, it was not one he could afford to make or he would consider Elizabeth for himself even if she could outwit him at every turn. "I believe," he finally replied, "as I mentioned to you the other day, that for some reason Darcy was concerned that Wickham had formed unpleasant intentions which involved yourself. How he came to this conclusion I will not speculate but after observing him last night it was clear to me that your welfare is important to him. Do not think that I am pleading my cousin's case nor that I come to you on his behalf. He would be very angry with me if I did and I wouldn't blame him. I think I've caused him enough trouble with my loose tongue."
Elizabeth couldn't help smiling at his last remark. "You need not be concerned about influencing my opinion. I have learned the importance of evaluation before determination."
Fitzwilliam was puzzled and pleased at the same time. "You have no idea how relieved that makes me feel. I was afraid I had sullied my cousin's reputation in your eyes. May I ask one last impertinent question?" Unable to refuse when he asked so boldly, Elizabeth simply nodded her assent. "Do you believe that Darcy was out of order in trying to protect you from Wickham?"
"Yes," she replied with a slight frown. "Firstly, there was no need to protect me. I was in no danger. Secondly, I neither desired nor asked for his assistance."
"Unlike his friend."
Elizabeth acknowledged that Mr. Bingley had probably asked the opinion of Mr. Darcy. "On the other hand, despite my professed dislike of his interference in my family's affairs I must admit that had Mr. Darcy not returned to Hertfordshire to pursue Mr. Wickham then I most likely would not have learned the truth of his character."
"Darcy's or Wickham's?" asked a curious Fitzwilliam.
Smiling mysteriously, Elizabeth simply replied, "Both."
***
There had not been many quiet moments spent in one another's company, due to Bingley's enthusiasm for chatter and Jane's fondness for listening to him speak, but their current walk seemed to be affording more than its fair share of silence. The lady was hesitant to say anything, wondering if the gentleman's mood could be attributed to the recent arrival of Miss Darcy. She did not wish to appear forward and thus kept her thoughts to herself, waiting for him to speak first. Ahead she could see her sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam and briefly thought what a pleasant man he was. Elizabeth had already received two proposals of marriage from two very different men in the last six months. Could a third be imminent? Jane considered what her sister's answer might be should the Colonel actually offer for her hand. They had been amiable dinner partners the previous evening. Sadly, Jane recalled how Mr. Darcy seemed to be making the effort to speak with Elizabeth without much success. She had felt his disappointment that Colonel Fitzwilliam had captured most of her sister's attention. Elizabeth, however, had not appeared to notice. Later, in the drawing room, there had been a moment when Mr. Darcy had come in that Jane thought her sister was happy to see him. There was a certain look in her eyes and her mouth almost formed a smile. Then Miss Darcy had brought her brother to join them all and Elizabeth was noticeably apprehensive about any further exposure by her mother and youngest sister. Fortunately, Lydia did little more than pout until the other gentlemen appeared and she could monopolise Colonel Fitzwilliam's company.
A small smile formed on Jane's lips as she relived the gracious attentions Mr. Bingley paid her that evening. He was everything a young gentleman should be; kind, generous and cheerful. She could almost put aside the idea that Miss Darcy was a perfect match for him and allow herself to hope for more. Elizabeth would scold her, of course, for even thinking that Mr. Bingley could love anyone but herself.
She could no longer see the other couple as the path wound through a narrow section obscuring what lay ahead. A few branches of the shrubs lining the sides reached out in an attempt to snag Jane's shawl but Mr. Bingley deftly rescued the lace from the damaging thorns. Jane expressed her gratitude with her soft voice and when she met his gaze for a moment her breathing stopped.
"Miss Bennet," he whispered, his eyes growing round. "You are by far the loveliest creature I have ever beheld! Despite our separation these many months I think my feelings for you have only grown stronger. Pray tell me you will pay me the greatest honour by agreeing to become my wife. I can think of no other purpose to my life than to spend it making you happy!" The expression in his eyes became progressively more wistful through his speech.
There was no hesitation in Jane's reply. "Yes!" she joyfully said, her voice breaking with emotion. "Oh, yes!"
"You will?" Bingley was incredulous although his smile quickly appeared as the two stared lovingly into one another's eyes.
Jane was the first to look away, suddenly aware of their public location. Shyly, she took his arm and they began to walk again. "Thank you, Mr. Bingley. You cannot know how happy you have made me this day."
"Call me Charles, please. And may I.... may I call you Jane?" He looked so innocently hopeful that had Jane been her dearest sister she might have been amused. "It seems like months that I have been dreaming of this moment. It has been months! I'm not dreaming anymore, though. Tell me I'm not dreaming?"
"You are not dreaming," Jane smiled. And neither am I! Her heart was soaring. The realisation overwhelmed her senses and happiness radiated from her as she thought about what joy her family would experience with her marriage to Mr. Bingley.
"I should speak with your father right away."
"And I shall speak with Mama," nodded Jane.
Bingley stopped and turned to her excitedly. "Shall we turn back now?"
Despite her own eagerness to formalise their engagement Jane felt compelled to remind him of the other couple. "Should we leave Lizzy and the Colonel on their own?"
"Do not worry. The Colonel is an honourable man. Your sister is quite safe with him. Besides," grinned Bingley, "he's Darcy's cousin. He won't allow anything to happen to Miss Elizabeth if only for that reason."
Jane was satisfied with that explanation, already aware of Mr. Darcy's feelings for her sister and quite happy to trust Colonel Fitzwilliam to look after her, so they immediately headed back to Longbourn to acquaint Mr. and Mrs. Bennet with the good news.
It was a matter of formality for the most part but Bingley was determined not to allow himself to believe them actually engaged before he applied to Jane's father for permission. After all, there was a slim, albeit unlikely, possibility that he might refuse! When they arrived at the house Jane sought out her mother after ascertaining and informing Bingley that her father was in his library. They parted company after the briefest caress of fingers; Jane upstairs to her mother's room while Bingley paused to knock on the oaken door of the library.
"Come," called a voice from within. Mr. Bennet looked up in mild surprise at his visitor and slowly set aside his book. "Mr. Bingley! What may I do for you, sir? Are you in search of something to read? I have a nice selection to amuse you while the ladies sit at their needlework. It does become a trifle tedious after a while, I know."
"Thank you, sir, but no," Bingley began, suddenly feeling nervousness steal upon him. "I did not come for a book."
Mr. Bennet restrained an amused eyebrow from climbing up his forehead. "I would offer you some coffee but it has grown cold now. Perhaps you would care for a glass of something stronger?"
The younger man shook his head. "It is a bit early for me, thank you all the same."
"Oh," scoffed Jane's father. "It is never too early. You will discover that when you have five daughters." He poured two glasses and handed one to Bingley. "Sit down, lad."
Bingley did as directed but sat perched on the edge of his chair. "Mr. Bennet.. Sir." He struggled for the next words while his listener patiently waited. "I would like to marry your daughter," he blurted out then quickly added, "Jane!"
"But of course," Mr. Bennet replied, rising from his seat. "Tell me, Mr. Bingley. Why should I give you leave to do this?" The other man was obviously startled by the question. "Let me elaborate. You may think me a negligent father, Mr. Bingley. In truth, I own that I pay little attention to the day to day activities of my wife and progeny but there are some things in which I take a great deal of interest. I do not wish to see any of my daughters marry to disadvantage." He looked long and hard at his guest. "Last year you took pains to become acquainted with Jane and it was generally acknowledged that an attachment would follow. You, however, left Netherfield and did not return, leaving my daughter's broken heart to the tender ministrations of her mother. How can I be sure your intentions are so very different this time?"
"I made a mistake last time, being unsure of Miss Bennet's feelings," Bingley said earnestly. "It was foolish of me but I have no uncertainties now. I love her and we wish to marry."
Eyes widening, Mr. Bennet leaned across his desk. "You have spoken with her already, then?"
Bingley's shoulders pressed into the back of his chair. "Yes."
"Well then," said the older man, standing up straight. "There is nothing more for it than to consent, say congratulations and welcome you to our family!" He extended his arm over the desktop toward Bingley who leapt to his feet to grasp it.
"Thank you, Mr. Bennet. Sir. Thank you!"
They shook hands vigorously until Mr. Bennet extracted his from Bingley's grip. "Yes, well you'd best be off now. I'm sure you and Jane have things to discuss. I know her mother will. You'll be back tomorrow, no doubt."
"And every day after that," Bingley laughed on his way out the door.
Mr. Bennet stood for a few moments staring at the closed door before he moved to the window that overlooked the front garden. "That's one," he murmured to himself. It's only a matter of time, now. He didn't know whether to be pleased or aggrieved.
Chapter 15
Such a fuss there was to make over the betrothal of Miss Bennet to Mr. Bingley! Meryton had not seen a wedding of such import, one would think, the way the mother of the bride carried on. Nothing was too good for her daughter's celebration and the day must be perfect. Firstly, however, there was a trip to London to arrange, for the purpose of buying materials for gowns. In Town one could also purchase many things otherwise unavailable in a small village in Hertfordshire.
"Must we go?" complained Mary, far more content to be allowed to stay at home than be marched all over London from shop to shop and all for her sister, not herself.
"When are we leaving?" demanded Lydia, jostling for elbow room at the table and hoping to oust Kitty from their midst.
"Girls, girls!" Mrs. Bennet cried, raising a hand to her brow. "It will be Jane and myself, and possibly Lizzy if your father sees fit to let her go. Now I don't want to hear another word!" She waved her handkerchief in Lydia's face and directed her attention toward her eldest daughter. "Jane, we must see the vicar today and choose the date. I suppose we must settle for the summer unless you speak to Mr. Bingley about arranging for a special license!"
"I do not see the need for that, Mama," said Elizabeth. "The engagement is authorized. Surely a quick wedding will only encourage unwelcome gossip and speculation."
"It will also mean less time to prepare," pointed out Jane.
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "Rushing preparations almost always results in something left undone."
Their mother accepted this advice readily; she had no desire to make any mistakes for this, her first daughter's wedding. Armed with ideas she left in search of her husband to see how much money he would spare for the event. Elizabeth quickly drew her sister aside and persuaded her to go for a walk, away from the house. "You need some time away from Mama. She'll have you drawn into plans and arrangements soon enough. Let us have a few minutes to ourselves while we can."
They escaped the house easily enough, walking quickly to the trees at the end of the garden which separated the groomed lawn from the wilder section. Here the sisters could speak uninterrupted and freely discuss their feelings.
"Lizzy, I hope my marriage to Mr. Bingley won't prove too difficult for you. Mr. Darcy is such a close friend of his that I'm afraid you will not wish to be thrown into his company very often." Genuine regret reflected in her eyes.
"Oh, Jane," her sister replied, her own sorrow carefully masked. "I am so very happy for you and Mr. Bingley! At last you shall have what you deserve and he is a fine man, I'm sure of it. I will miss you terribly but not even Mr. Darcy will keep me from visiting you, and often." Elizabeth spoke as if it was a declaration of war although the severity was softened with a smile.
"I am sorry that he hurt you, Lizzy."
Elizabeth clucked her tongue. "You have no need to apologise, Jane. With everything that has happened since Mr. Darcy made that horrible offer to me in Kent I would prefer to forget it all. I was far from civil, myself."
Jane was cheered by her sister's attitude. "Perhaps his memory has been affected by the accident and he won't recall it."
"It would be far better that he did!" was the indignant response. "I'm certain he has full recollection of what transpired between us, anyway. He apologised to me last night."
"There!" Jane beamed. "Can you doubt the sincerity of his feelings?"
"You are determined to have me think well of him, aren't you!" laughed Elizabeth. "Alright, I'll have you know that I also apologised for my behaviour that evening. Are you satisfied now? We are on equal footing. Jane, I had this conversation with our aunt several times since returning home. You are not the only one who believes Mr. Darcy deserves a second chance."
"You have always said that Aunt Gardiner is a sensible woman," Jane quietly pointed out.
"And I have not behaved very sensibly lately," muttered Elizabeth. "But we were supposed to be talking about you and Mr. Bingley! I know you are excited, Jane, and we are all excited for you! Let us now speak of gowns and flowers, where you shall live and all the beautiful children you shall have together."
Jane blushed and laughed, taking her sister's arm while they walked and speculated about the future of Mrs. Bingley.
***
The news at Netherfield was received with no less pleasure although more subdued in reaction. Miss Darcy's eyes sparkled and she turned toward her brother with a look that showed how delighted she was with Bingley's announcement.
"Mr. Bingley, I would be pleased to act as hostess whenever you may require one," she offered.
"You are too good," he said, smiling and bowing low over her hand. "Darcy, you must be sure to take extra care in approving any suitors for your sister's hand. She is too valuable for just anyone."
"I have set exacting standards that must be met," Darcy quietly replied, painful memories intruding.
"'Tis a good thing you have two guardians, Georgiana," said Fitzwilliam with a wink at his young cousin. "I see I'll have to temper your brother's demands with more realistic ones. We can't have you remaining unmarried as long as him! One fastidious Darcy is enough, I think." The Colonel looked directly at his cousin and waited for his rejoinder.
"You believe I should marry and let my wife do the preliminary searching?" Darcy echoed Mr. Bennet's words of the previous evening.
"That may not be a bad idea," mused Fitzwilliam.
"I assure you," Georgiana said, not a little alarmed with the topic of conversation, "I am in no hurry to find a husband."
"I should hope not!" cried Bingley. "Just think of all the dinners and balls that will be held in your honour when Darcy launches you into Society! It would be a shame to miss all of that by becoming engaged too soon."
"This from the man betrothed for less than a day," Fitzwilliam snorted.
Bingley merely shrugged. "I have seen enough of society."
"At the ripe old age of....?" The Colonel's brows rose in query.
"I wasn't speaking of age," corrected his host.
"If you gentlemen are going to argue then I shall leave you to it." Georgiana gathered her skirts and rose from her chair. "You may speak more freely without my presence." She bid them good morning with a smile, then returned upstairs to busy herself with some needlework until her brother would come look for her later.
When the door had closed behind his cousin's retreating figure Fitzwilliam turned back to Bingley. "If I recall correctly, you have one unmarried sister, too. Do you plan on having your wife glean the potentials for Miss Bingley next Season?"
For some reason Darcy found this notion entertaining and laughed out loud.
"I would rather we talk about Darcy's prospects," a discomfitted Bingley replied.
"Agreed. Let us leave sisters out of the discussion."
"That is easy enough for you." Darcy frowned at his cousin. "You have no sister."
"Ah!" grinned Bingley. "Then we must help him find a wife!"
"We?" Darcy feared where this conversation would lead. "No, you must leave me out of it, too."
Bingley looked disappointed. "How am I to decide on my own?"
Patiently Darcy replied, "How difficult can it be? You have an eligible sister, after all."
"Hey!" cried Fitzwilliam. "Talk of sisters was forbidden."
"Sisters' prospects," Darcy replied with a smug smile. "As potential wives they may be freely brought into the discussion."
"If that be the case, I'm fairly certain you are Miss Bingley's choice, though."
Darcy was quick to shake his head. "No, we were speaking of the choice of wives, not the ladies' choice of husbands."
"If it's choice you want," declared Bingley, "I have more than one eligible sister. Well, I will have once Jane and I are married."
The other two men fell silent. They looked at one another and then away. Fitzwilliam cleared his throat.
"Perhaps it's best to leave that sort of thing to the ladies, after all."
***
Georgiana studied the linen between her fingers for any missed stitches. The project had taken her some time to complete. Through the long days after Ramsgate it had been her solace, a retreat from the bitter self-recriminations following that painful incident. She had chosen the pattern specifically for the delicate flowers: as fragile as she had felt after Wickham's betrayal. The blooms themselves had been completed long since and she had added more to the design each week. The colours had grown brighter, the stems stronger until, nearing completion, there was an assortment which resembled one of the lovelier gardens at Pemberley.
She'd had no plan in the beginning, just something to fill the empty days and distract her from dwelling too much upon herself, her situation. Now as Georgiana looked at it she appreciated the way it reflected her changing emotions over those months. She had learned and grown. With her newly realised maturity she began to study not only her own life but that of her brother and considered how they overlapped and influenced one another.
Darcy had always been reserved and reluctant to participate in the gaiety of London's social strata. The obligatory dinners and balls were attended; invitations that could not be refused were accepted. There was no great enjoyment in these outings, as Georgiana recalled. He would always be impeccably attired; she felt there was no more handsome man in all of England than her brother! Yet there was a resigned air to him, as if the evening couldn't end soon enough for him.
How on earth will you ever find a wife, Fitzwilliam? she wondered. It was a thought that had bothered her since his return to London with Mr. Bingley before Christmas. Through the winter he had avoided even the usual dinner parties and seen less of Mr. Bingley than in previous years. Miss Bingley had frequently called around, ostensibly to visit with Georgiana but no-one was fooled. It was on Darcy that she pinned all her hopes. Miss Darcy was dismayed to think that her brother may choose to marry Miss Bingley to save himself the trouble of looking further. That would also put an end to Lady Catherine's expectations. Georgiana knew that her cousin, Anne, did not desire a marriage to Darcy but she could be persuaded by her mother no matter how reluctant.
With a start, Georgiana looked up to see her brother watching her from the doorway. He smiled and came forward, apologising for his sudden appearance. "You seemed to be deep in thought, my dear. Is something troubling you? I have never seen you look so serious since last summer. If you would like to return to town you need not stay here any longer. There is no reason for you to remain while the business with Wickham is settled."
Quickly she dispelled his concern. "I was not thinking about George, I assure you."
He appeared a little confused. "I know that you highly approve of Bingley's engagement to Miss Bennet, therefore I am somewhat mystified by your change in spirit since you left us after breakfast." Darcy sat down in the chair next to hers, peering at the needlework that rested in her lap. "I am sorry if all the talk of marriage prospects and matchmaking was disturbing for you. Bingley is eager and our cousin, of course, you well know."
She smiled self-consciously. "It was not for myself that I was troubled. I did not like to see you teased so, Fitzwilliam."
"I am particular, Georgiana," he said, referring to the Colonel's criticism. "It is not necessarily a bad thing although I've come to realise that I carry it to the extreme sometimes. I promise to mend my ways and will not be too harsh when you do decide to choose from amongst the young men who will vie for your hand."
"What about the young ladies vying for yours?"
"What do you mean?" Darcy asked guardedly, sitting more upright in his chair.
His sister hesitated, clearly uncertain how to proceed. At last she summoned up her courage to say, "I remember what George said to you the evening you sent him away from Ramsgate."
"You remember?" Darcy frowned in thought. "Georgiana, you were not present and I did not repeat any of our conversation to you." She was embarrassed to continue, for it meant acknowledging that she had eavesdropped. Darcy noticed the colour in her cheeks and attempted to put her at ease. "It is perfectly natural that you would have wished to know what was happening. Do not feel ashamed of such an understandable act."
Lowering her eyes, Georgiana whispered, "He said that you are cold and that no woman would marry you for anything but your fortune."
Darcy closed his own eyes and silently cursed Wickham for his loose tongue. "I am sorry you heard that."
Georgiana's brows drew together in a sorrowful expression. "Overhearing George say such a hurtful, cruel thing to you showed me just what kind of man he really was. I would not have easily believed you otherwise."
"Then I can only be thankful that he exposed himself, even unwittingly, to you."
"But it was a lie!" she cried. "He must hate you very much to say such mean and spiteful things. You are not cold or unfeeling! I know of no other who is as generous and caring."
"I am not so highly thought of by everyone, Georgiana." The pain this admission cost him was unusual. Darcy was not accustomed to being concerned about the opinions others had of him. His position of rank and his wealth had taught him to be careful in choosing his companions and to be wary of the motives of others in soliciting his attentions.
"Oh, but George knows what he said is a lie," she persisted. "Those who matter, family and friends, know your true value."
"Not everyone," Darcy said quietly, more to himself than in reply.
"Fitzwilliam," said Georgiana in an equally soft voice. "Please do not give up on finding a lady who will marry you because she loves you. I know there are many who would be satisfied to become Mrs. Darcy for the fortune and Pemberley but you would be so unhappy with that, wouldn't you?"
He smiled at that. "I must confess that I had given little thought to it at all, my dear. As you are aware, our level of society is rife with ladies searching for suitable connections of wealth and status. The same must be said for the gentlemen. I had not believed any other type of marriage was possible for myself. Nor for you, I'm sorry to say."
Hope sparked in Georgiana. "Dare I presume to encourage you to pursue a lady who will appreciate you for your personal qualities and is not blinded by your fortune?"
"If you can find such a lady, dear sister, then by all means you may encourage me. Until then we must be content with one another's company, however."
There seemed to be note of finality to his tone which Georgiana found disconcerting. "That is not a hardship, Fitzwilliam, but you need a wife." She shocked herself with how brazen that sounded.
Darcy's laugh was constrained. "Be careful, Georgiana. Matchmaking is not something of which I approve and interfering in the lives of others, even for their own good, does not always turn out as expected."
His warning was clear but she felt the rest needed to be said or the opportunity may not arise again. "I like her, too. May I encourage you now?"
"Who?" He felt his pulse quicken and knew his countenance reflected his agitation. There seemed to be no end to his loss of control when Elizabeth entered his thoughts.
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She was so kind to me the other evening when I was upset about.... about you being out in the garden alone," she quickly amended before revealing the real cause of her initial distress. "I would like to get to know her better and I'm sure with Mr. Bingley's engagement to her sister that I'll have many opportunities to do that over the next weeks."
Grasping at a chance to steer her away from the topic of his own marriage prospects, Darcy replied, "Then I shall encourage you to cultivate a friendship with Miss Elizabeth for I do not think you could find a more worthy lady to call your friend. I am glad that you will be thus occupied while Fitzwilliam and I attend to the other pressing matter."
Georgiana was satisfied with his reply and not fooled by his attempt to change the subject. His praise of Miss Elizabeth was enough to confirm the feelings she suspected.
Chapter 16
The carriage wheels crunched over the driveway as it rolled away from Netherfield. Fitzwilliam and Darcy had been grim-faced as they boarded it, knowing the day was likely to hold little in the way of pleasure. Bingley and Georgiana watched them go with a mixture of feelings; he was confident that Lieutenant Wickham was about to get what he deserved while she prayed that this would truly be the end of George Wickham's interference with her family. Offering his arm to his young guest, Bingley escorted her back into the house where they parted company to get ready for the morning visit to Longbourn.
Bingley had already informed Miss Darcy of his invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Bennet to bring Miss Bennet to dine that evening at Netherfield. Georgiana hoped to persuade him to include Elizabeth; so the numbers were even, she told herself. She was already aware that planning guest lists and seating arrangements were not strong areas for Mr. Bingley. One last consultation with the cook in order to ensure that the menu was set and Georgiana donned her hat, gloves and jacket to meet Bingley downstairs.
She was surprised at the short distance between the two estates. No sooner had she settled herself into the carriage, arranged her skirts around her, and they had arrived! Self-consciously touching her hat, Georgiana alighted from the box and stood before the assembled Bennets.
"Welcome to Longbourn, Miss Darcy," greeted Mr. Bennet in his usual laconic style.
"Thank you, Mr. Bennet," she replied with a curtsey.
The weather was not conducive to lingering outside with a steady drizzle dampening their heads so Mrs. Bennet quickly ushered everyone inside to the morning room. Steaming tea was served and despite the limited time spent in travel Georgiana did find herself feeling a little chilled, accepting a cup with a grateful smile. She was pleased to find Miss Elizabeth sit down beside her. Equally pleasing was the distant location of Miss Lydia who chose to pout at the dining table, staring out over the dismal view from the nearest window.
"It is not a nice day for travel. I hope your brother and cousin set off before the rain began this morning." Elizabeth sipped at her tea, discovering it was still too hot to drink.
"They did," nodded Georgiana. "However, I fear they did not escape the cloudburst. The heavens opened up only a quarter hour after they departed. I trust in my brother's horses, though. They have not disappointed us even on the winter drives in Derbyshire."
"Your winters must be severe."
"Pemberley is in the Peak District. We do see a heavier snowfall than further south," replied the younger girl, "but I would not call them severe. Perhaps I am merely accustomed to them, though."
Elizabeth looked at her in surprise. "You don't spend your winters in London, then?"
"Not always." Georgiana's eyes took on an excited sparkle. "Ever since I was little Fitzwilliam would take me out in the sleigh. The horses have ribbons in their manes and tails and there are bells on the harness! He even lets me drive occasionally but only after the horses have been worked and need to cool down," she explained.
"It sounds quite delightful!" laughed Elizabeth, catching her new friend's enthusiasm.
"When Father was still alive he became quite angry if he caught me driving the horses. I was never punished but Fitzwilliam was not spared Father's wrath." Pursing her lips, Georgiana frowned slightly. "I would cry myself to sleep for getting my brother into trouble but he never resented me for it. The very next day we would go out in the sleigh again."
This was an unexpected image of the man Elizabeth thought she knew. Allowing his sister to drive the horses? What would Miss Bingley say to that? "I must say that I envy you for I had no brother to teach me such forbidden things," she teased.
Georgiana brightened. "Fitzwilliam has taught me many things that Father would not have approved. He says one never knows when I may be called upon to use a skill that I may otherwise have never learned, like handling the horses with the carriage or sleigh."
"I daresay you must be a fine rider, too!" Elizabeth recalled how excellent was Mr. Darcy's horsemanship the times she had met him on her walks at Rosings. "I have never learned beyond the rudimentary skills. However, there are few places to which I cannot walk and therefore have no need of a horse."
"I am sure if Pemberley were not so remote I should not have spent much time at riding, either. I cannot visit without taking the carriage, though." Wistfully she said, "I would like to be able to walk to a friend's house."
Elizabeth asked if she enjoyed walking and when Georgiana enthusiastically affirmed it, offered to show her some of the prettier areas of the countryside around Meryton. "As long as your brother has no objection, of course."
"He will not." The younger girl smiled brightly. "Fitzwilliam cannot take me himself and he will be pleased that I have found a friend who likes to walk as much as we do."
It had not occurred to Elizabeth that Darcy took as much pleasure in walking as she did. Considering how many times she had met him on the grounds of Rosings there was little doubt of it although at the time she had only thought it inconvenient that he chose to escape his aunt's company by traversing the same ground as herself and ended up accompanying her. "Perhaps when he is recovered enough he can join you."
Georgiana's eyes lit up. "Oh, he would like that, I'm sure! Thank you. That would prevent me from getting us lost!"
Elizabeth was startled to realise her friend thought she had offered to acquaint both of them with the countryside's best views but found that the idea was not without appeal. "It will be my pleasure," she said, somewhat mystified by her own anticipation of Darcy's presence.
A heavy sigh from the direction of the window interrupted all conversation. Lydia turned toward the room and announced dramatically, "We'll probably never see Mr. Wickham again." There weren't many in the room not of the opinion that this could be a good thing but, unfortunately, those in agreement with Lydia were equally vocal.
"Pray do not say such a thing!" cried her mother. "Poor Mr. Wickham." Kitty was no less tragic in her expressions.
Elizabeth was more angry than embarrassed. The lack of compassion for Miss Darcy's feelings on the matter was typical of the selfishness of her youngest sisters. She looked to Mr. Bingley and noticed his discomfiture as well. "There seems to be a lull in the rain," she pointed out, catching his eye.
Bingley quickly responded. "Would you care to take a carriage ride before it becomes gloomy again?" he asked Jane. She was just as relieved to escape the house, readily accepting his suggestion. Bingley invited Elizabeth and Miss Darcy to accompany them and it was with alacrity that they were all out the door and waiting for the carriage to be brought around.
***
"One more day and it will be over."
Darcy looked across the compartment at his cousin. "For us, perhaps."
"For Georgiana," Fitzwilliam clarified. "I should think that is of paramount importance."
"Of course," sighed Darcy. He returned to staring out at the darkening landscape as the carriage rolled on. Most of the day had been spent inside the stuffy inn which served as a temporary courtroom. The magistrate was a dour-faced man in his fifties, unmoved by the charm of the accused and equally unaffected by the wealth of the complainants. As a retired military man, however, he appeared to be very offended by the alleged disgrace to the uniform and if no other fact of the case compelled him to find the defendant guilty it was certain that Wickham's less noble behaviours would earn him lodgings within another of the King's services. Several local gentleman had offered testimony on behalf of the debts owed them or their daughters' reputations that were in question. The afternoon had dragged on with nothing more to present for the defence and only more complaints from the locals, thus the magistrate called an end to the testimony and retired to consider his verdict. This would be delivered the following morning and Darcy and Fitzwilliam would once again return to see justice served.
"I'm sure you are relieved that Miss Bennet will be safe from him, as well," the Colonel suddenly said.
Again Darcy looked at his cousin, this time his eyes narrowed. "I am relieved that all ladies will no longer require protection from Wickham."
"Come now, Darcy," said Fitzwilliam, shaking his head. "I can see how you like her. There is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Ashamed!" Darcy bit back the words attempting to follow.
"Yes, ashamed," continued his cousin with an expression of impatience. "She is very attractive, pleasant and intelligent. There can be no dowry, of course, but you need not be concerned about that. As for her family... well, we all have relations we'd prefer to forget-."
Darcy coldly cut him off. "You overstep, Fitzwilliam."
"Ah," nodded the Colonel after a pause. "I am one of those relations."
"Don't be absurd," Darcy sighed, rubbing a hand across his brow. "There are times you simply push me too far. I won't stand for it."
"Now you sound like Lady Catherine." Fitzwilliam settled against the back of the seat and challenged his cousin with a stare.
Darcy stared back, uncomfortably aware of the truth in that statement. "Perhaps we are more alike than you think."
"Now who is being absurd!"
With a grumble of annoyance Darcy focussed his attention on the Colonel. "Alright, what would you have me say? Yes, Miss Bennet is very attractive, very intelligent and....," he closed his eyes and added with a soft sigh, "very pleasant." His eyes opened again, fixing his cousin with a steady gaze. "However, have you given any consideration to how she might feel about me before you decided on her suitability as Mrs. Darcy?"
Fitzwilliam appeared shocked by the question. "Of course I have!" he exclaimed. "She's enigmatic, that young lady, but I have spoken with her several times and you have not been neglected in our conversations."
"I beg your pardon?" Darcy's expression was one of dread. "What could you possibly have found to discuss about me?" A sudden suspicion entered his mind that Fitzwilliam may have read that incomplete letter before returning it to him.
"Really, Darcy. You are about the only acquaintance we have in common and you are still recovering from a very serious injury. I should think that's enough to bring you into a conversation." He avoided mentioning his faux pas and the subsequent requirement of reparation. "Do you not remember that she enquired after you when I first saw her after visiting Wickham?"
"Yes, and it astonished me. You must be aware by now that Miss Bennet feels nothing for me but abhorrence so put any thoughts of my marrying her right out of your head." The pain was still acute but Darcy was relieved to find that no trace of bitterness was evident in his voice.
"Now you astonish me," replied Fitzwilliam. "Miss Bennet abhor you? I saw no sign of this. She was a little offended with your presumption to protect her from the likes of Wickham, but -."
"My what?" interrupted Darcy. "Please say you didn't tell her that was my intention." When the other man looked uncomfortable Darcy didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. "Between the two of us, Fitzwilliam, we've managed to make me look a complete fool."
There was nothing to say in reply to this and so the men fell silent, each brooding on their respective errors until Netherfield at last came into sight. Darcy stretched his legs. "A good long soak in a hot bath is in order for me."
"Have you forgotten that Bingley invited the Bennets for dinner?"
Darcy made a face. Although he was sure his absence would be appreciated by Mrs. Bennet he was equally certain that his own sister would prefer his support. "I had, actually. Hopefully there will be time to wash and change before dinner, then."
The men alighted from the carriage, entering the house to the sounds of the piano filling the hallway. The music room door was open and Darcy moved toward it, recognising the song as one his sister had played for him the previous day.
"I could not have asked for a better welcome home after the events of today," he enthusiastically announced upon entering the room. "Thank you, my dear -." Darcy halted so quickly that his cousin had barely enough time to avoid a collision. It was not his sister who looked up from the keys for Miss Darcy now rose from a nearby chair to greet him.
"Miss Bennet has done remarkably well to learn this piece in one afternoon," she said with wide, innocent eyes. "She plays so beautifully!"
"She does, indeed." Darcy continued to admire the lady under discussion although he could feel the colour creeping up under his collar. Such an entrance! He was acutely aware of his travel stained clothes and dishevelled condition.
Fitzwilliam was unaffected by these things. He smiled broadly and was all compliments for the performer. "You entertained us often at Rosings and I consider myself fortunate to be able to hear you play again. Do I dare ask if you and my cousin might be persuaded to perform together for us tonight?"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to answer but the words came haltingly. Her thoughts had been confused when he had referred to his cousin, thinking he had meant Mr. Darcy. Silently scolding herself for such a silly conclusion she then managed to formulate a reply. "I am amenable to that if Miss Darcy does not mind."
The plan excited Georgiana. "We have very little time to choose something and practice before the others arrive. You may not listen, either," she primly instructed the two gentlemen. "I shall make sure the door is closed this time."
"I think we've been dismissed, Darcy." Fitzwilliam tapped his cousin's elbow to gain his attention. "We still need to make ourselves presentable, too."
Darcy bowed to the ladies, although his eyes still lingered on Elizabeth's form. "Yes, if you will excuse us?"
"Of course," Georgiana said, taking a seat on the piano bench next to her friend. She reached for the sheet music as the door shut behind the gentlemen. "What do you think of this one?"
Elizabeth did not answer. Indeed, she did not hear the question for her eyes remained focussed on the closed door and her thoughts on the young man who had just left them.
Chapter 17
This time he was prepared and laid out nearly a dozen neckcloths in anticipation of his master's quest for perfection. Not a speck of lint could be found on the clothing and it would receive yet another brushing before the wearer would leave the dressing room. At the moment Mr. Darcy was in the bath, having issued brisk orders for water, hot or not. Dinner was due to be served in a half hour and already the guests had arrived. There was little time to finish preparing the man to appear before the lady who had captured his heart but the faithful servant who had attended the Master of Pemberley since he had graduated to long pants would not fail him. A final rinse of tepid water, Darcy gritting his teeth and uttering a faint gasp as the water coursed down his back, and the servant produced a large, soft robe to cover the younger man as he stepped from the tub. The dark, wet curls hung over Darcy's forehead and droplets of water fell from their ends, rolling down his cheeks like tears. He examined his appearance in the mirror, noting the way the bruise was obscured when his hair fell forward in this manner. There was no disguising it, however, and he signalled his man to bring his comb. The usual ritual of meticulous grooming was shortened although the result could not be said to be deficient. Towelling the dark curls to a manageable dampness, Darcy took the comb and deftly arranged them into order. He grinned as an old memory surfaced; Georgiana as a toddler picking up the locks from the floor after he'd had a haircut. She had been distraught to find them there, imagining something horrible had befallen her brother. Her fears were soon put to rest, however, when he appeared to play a game with her. Still sniffling, Georgiana had placed all the locks of hair into a small box for safekeeping.
Aware of the scarcity of time to finish dressing, Darcy quickly drew on his clothes and allowed the servant to attend to the final touches while he deliberated about which knot to wear. He had just made his decision and was drawing the cloth toward him when Fitzwilliam called from the outer chamber. A short reply directed him toward the dressing room where he leaned against the doorframe to watch the proceedings with interest.
"This won't take all night, will it?"
Darcy replied without a pause. "No, but it will take longer than the brief moment you spent tying that hideous knot at your throat."
Looking mildly offended, the Colonel said, "What is wrong with it?"
"Nothing." Darcy finished arranging the folds of the linen and held out his arms to slip his coat on. "If you are wearing it into battle." He turned his back toward his cousin while the servant brushed the coat one last time.
"I'm almost sorry I brought this," Fitzwilliam replied with assumed indignation. He held up a bottle and two glasses. "I thought you might need some fortification before going downstairs."
A smile appeared on Darcy's face. "You thought correctly. There, does that appease you?" He turned around again to inspect his appearance in the mirror but frowned at the image. "This won't do," he said, pulling at the cloth under his chin.
"I'll pour you a drink," grinned Fitzwilliam.
The servant sighed, handing his master another neckcloth while relieving him of the rejected one. A mere four attempts were required to achieve satisfaction in the end product, whereupon Darcy dismissed his man and at last picked up the glass his cousin offered, thanking him sincerely for bringing the much needed reinforcement.
"How could I not? You looked like such a...." The Colonel stopped himself before completing his sentence. Darcy raised an eyebrow and motioned for his cousin to continue. Fitzwilliam shrugged and said, "Well, I thought Bingley was pathetic but you resembled a lovesick calf when we surprised Georgiana and Miss Bennet in the music room. Now don't puff up like that!" he hurriedly added when he saw Darcy's chin come up and his shoulders straighten. "If you could have seen the look on your face when you saw Miss Bennet at the piano!"
Holding up his now empty glass, Darcy wryly said, "I'm going to need more than this to shore up my confidence if you plan to continue offering me such encouragement."
"Even you wouldn't blame me if you could have seen yourself. If you never take a word of advice from me again, at least consider this." The Colonel grew serious. "I doubt you'll find a finer woman than Elizabeth Bennet so don't let someone else steal her out from under your nose while you mope about wishing you had the talent for easy conversation. I don't know where you got this notion that she dislikes you but I'd be willing to wager it was because of Wickham's loose tongue spreading lies. Now that Miss Bennet knows his true character I would suspect she has also realised there is another side to his stories."
"I cannot be as certain." Exhaling in frustration, Darcy began to slowly pace the room. "Miss Bennet had already formed an ill opinion of me before my old friend saw fit to further poison it. I really have no-one to blame but myself. She may, as you said, have come to the realisation that his words were lies but that does not change her original impression."
"You must have been in rare form when you first met her, Darcy!" Fitzwilliam attempted to dispel his cousin's depressed air. "Consider this evening an excellent opportunity to prove her impression wrong, then! It will be an intimate party for dinner and no younger sisters of hers to distract us all. How much more convenient can it be?"
A faint hope rose in Darcy's breast as he weighed the Colonel's words. It was true that the last time he had spent any significant time in Miss Bennet's company she had not appeared to resent his presence. He reflected that his prior conclusions with regard to her feelings had been far from accurate and this continued to haunt him, no longer sure of his ability to properly interpret her demeanor. Concluding that he had nothing to lose by making a greater effort to emulate Bingley's amiable style, Darcy put his glass down, indicating it was time to make an appearance.
***
Elizabeth twisted her fingers together nervously. While Jane and her parents had been touring the house with Mr. Bingley, she and Miss Darcy had learned and rehearsed a duet until they were satisfied that they would not embarrass themselves with the performance. The younger girl had proved to be quite proficient, in the words of Lady Catherine, also possessing a natural talent for music. The time spent together was enjoyable in many ways; the challenge of learning a more than usually difficult piece of music and discovering the delightful nature of the young sister of Mr. Darcy. How different they seemed! She was at first shy and hesitant but responded quickly and warmly to Elizabeth's friendliness and kind words. By the time the others had rejoined them, Miss Darcy had thoroughly endeared herself to Elizabeth.
Jane was aglow, the prospect of becoming mistress of Netherfield filled her with as much delightful anticipation as apprehension that she was up to the task. Her mother feared nothing of the sort, assured that her own efforts in this direction had provided enough education for all of her daughters. She would never be far away, either, should Jane require her advice or assistance. Mr. Bennet smiled at this declaration. The thought of his wife presiding over two households was immediately followed by the knowledge that her nerves would never be silent again.
Mr. Bingley merely smiled, oblivious to all but Jane.
Only moments before the servant announced dinner did Darcy and Fitzwilliam appear. Elizabeth observed him politely greet her parents before offering his congratulations to Jane. He seemed genuinely pleased with the arrangement, which gave her some surprise. She had expected acceptance, but not agreement, and certainly not approval! As they all moved toward the dining room she could not resist meeting Darcy's gaze with an inquisitive one of her own. Just as quickly, though, she looked away. Again she was surprised, this time by what she had seen in his eyes. Accustomed to thinking he felt nothing but disdain, Elizabeth had always thought he looked at her with disapproval. With the knowledge of his true feelings she now wondered if his stare had always been one of admiration, a notion she'd discarded immediately upon hearing his words at the assembly hall in Meryton. Was he studying her, memorising her image while appearing to be lost in thought? She reflected that Darcy had a serious mien and perhaps his disposition was not so much ill-tempered as taxed with weighty obligations. As master of an enormous estate and guardian to a much younger sister there was more than enough responsibility on his shoulders. Thinking of her own sisters, Elizabeth was well acquainted with the challenges that young women presented although she doubted that Miss Darcy would ever test her brother the way Lydia daily tried the patience of her family.
Through dinner, while her mother continued to monopolise Bingley's and Jane's conversation and her father was pleasantly entertained by Colonel Fitzwilliam and Miss Darcy, Elizabeth could concentrate on covertly observing Mr. Darcy who was seated directly opposite her at the table. There was little to say and any attempt would have to be made loudly in order to be heard over the distance and Mrs. Bennet. Occasionally the Colonel would address his cousin, briefly drawing him into a discussion, but for the most part she watched as he ate little, said less and when he did chance to catch her glance the faintest hint of a smile would lift the corners of his mouth and she grew warm under his eye.
Darcy had no concept of time during dinner. Conversation was steady and punctuated with the excited exclamations of Mrs. Bennet, never wavering from the topic closest to her heart. Bingley and Jane attentively listened; both nodding their heads appropriately, seemingly in complete agreement with everything being said. At the opposite end of the table Mr. Bennet was comfortably seated between his favourite daughter and Georgiana.
Darcy puzzled over the quiet, almost shy behaviour of Elizabeth. Compared to the lively, sparkling wit of the lady he had known the previous year, and even so recently as in Kent, he knew not what to think. Understanding that he had in the past mistaken her repartée for interest, could this reversal of her behaviour mean.... what? He couldn't bring himself to form the words even in his thoughts.
Finally the meal was over but Bingley had decided to forego separating the ladies and gentlemen and the tea and coffee was served at table. There seemed to be no end to Mrs. Bennet's imagination for she continued to find new ideas to present to her daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law. The tea in her cup cooled, unnoticed. Elizabeth grew impatient with sitting for so long and frustrated with her mother for her incessant talking. She stirred her coffee vigorously though the sugar had long since dissolved. A glance across the table revealed Mr. Darcy studiously following with his eyes the movement of her spoon and she self-consciously removed it from the cup. Darcy's gaze rose to her face, that hint of a smile appearing once again. Suddenly realising the absurdity of her own actions, Elizabeth smiled in return, a full inviting smile which brought out Darcy's. It was the briefest of moments but they shared an intimate exchange despite their surroundings. Elizabeth felt her heart pounding but could not look away.
"Shall we retire to the drawing room now?" Bingley's voice broke the spell. Georgiana waited until everyone was ready before leading the way to the next room.
Darcy lingered near the table until the room was empty, his mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Many times had he seen Elizabeth's smile but never directed toward himself until a few minutes ago. The effect upon him was instantaneous; joy such as he'd never felt before suffused him and the rest of the room faded away from conscious thought. When the moment ended he was able to breathe again but was left wondering what to do next. There was one thing that was clear, however; something had changed in the week since Elizabeth had pronounced him arrogant and ungentlemanly, the last man she could be prevailed upon to marry. Hope once again filled him and he marvelled at how different it was from the apprehension he'd felt before the proposal in Kent. Then he had not entertained the notion of disappointment. Now he was wary of thinking about success.
"Darcy?" Fitzwilliam stood in the doorway, concern furrowing his brow.
Drawing a deep breath, Darcy squared his shoulders and smiled at his cousin. "I'm fine."
They walked together to the drawing room, neither saying another word. Both Georgiana and Elizabeth looked up when they entered, relief etched upon the face of the former. Darcy's eyes were drawn to Elizabeth who seemed to be more pleased than relieved. He sat in the chair opposite the ladies, not even noticing that Fitzwilliam had chosen the task of engaging Mrs. Bennet in conversation. This provided the benefit of distracting her from Darcy's attentions toward her second daughter while also alleviating Bingley's suffering.
Georgiana was also very much aware of being in the way. She could not help witnessing the looks exchanged between her brother and Elizabeth. While quietly rejoicing in his obvious happiness she was also wishing for an excuse to leave them alone without appearing too obvious. Rescue came when Fitzwilliam called to her to join in a discussion for which he confessed to be out of his depth. Excusing herself with a barely concealed smile, Georgiana quickly left the hesitant lovers to unravel their feelings.
When Darcy finally realised they were alone he quietly said, "You are very lovely this evening, Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth's heart jumped. She was tempted to ask him to repeat what he'd said for she couldn't believe she had heard correctly. Instead, she invited him to move to sit on the sofa beside her. A table had separated them all through dinner. She had no desire to raise her voice to be heard across an equal distance in this room.
"Thank you," said Darcy in that same quiet voice as he sat down. It took a moment to catch his breath.
"You appear to be feeling much better now," Elizabeth ventured.
Darcy was momentarily lost in thought. "I am, although today was long and pushed my endurance to the limit."
"Ah yes," she nodded. "Mr. Wickham went before the magistrate today. What was the result?"
It pained Darcy to discuss Wickham with her, particularly when he was trying to recover lost ground, but the story would already be spreading through the town in all likelihood. "I expect prison will be the judgment tomorrow. I am sorry if this grieves you."
Quickly shaking her head, Elizabeth put that fear of his to rest. "I cannot rejoice in anyone's misfortune, Mr. Darcy, but considering the injury you suffered at his hands it is only just that he pay the penalty for his actions. I am not troubled by his punishment."
Her words struck him with incredulity. "You do not doubt his guilt?"
"No, he as much as admitted it when I visited him the other day. I am sorry to have been the means of bringing about this entire mishap, Mr. Darcy. You cannot know how much I regret my impetuous words and opinions."
"You are not to blame, Miss Bennet," he hastened to assure her. "I should have dealt with Wickham long ago."
Amusement flickered in her eyes. "Shall we agree to forget this as well, Mr. Darcy? We may continue to blame ourselves and absolve the other until the evening ends, otherwise."
He laughed softly. "I shall agree but be forewarned. You may have to remind me periodically that I've forgotten."
"I consider myself warned." One eyebrow rose in response to the challenge. This only served to make Darcy more enchanted and Elizabeth immediately detected the change in his expression, bringing the colour to her cheeks in a most captivating effect. "Your sister is a delightful young lady. I consider myself very fortunate to have met her."
"I know that she feels the same away about you. Indeed, she will miss you terribly when we eventually leave Hertfordshire. I hope you will consider writing to her." His eagerness for her reply could not be ignored.
"Of course I shall!" she assured him. "But surely you will not be leaving anytime soon?" The disappointment she had felt when he mentioned leaving applied to more than just Miss Darcy, however. Elizabeth could now admit to herself without reserve that the Mr. Darcy she had discovered since returning home was not the man she had refused at Hunsford. It had not been his injury that had transformed him. No, her own eyes had been opened to the great deception that had been perpetrated upon them all by Mr. Wickham. How many people had been hurt by his lies and in how many places? Darcy's injury may not have changed him but it had affected Elizabeth. It showed her the truth behind Wickham's attentions, the errors in her own judgment and the depth of Darcy's feelings for her, to defend her honour and reputation in spite of the brutal rejection she had delivered.
"I am well enough to travel now," he replied. "To stay any longer would inconvenience Bingley, I fear. He has enough to do with the upcoming wedding."
Elizabeth remembered that she would also be leaving to accompany her mother and sister to London for other wedding preparations. Even had the Darcys stayed there would be little time for visiting. "I, too, will be required during the next few weeks. Will you be bringing Miss Darcy back with you for the wedding?"
Darcy's brows rose. "I've not spoken with Bingley about his plans but I do not doubt that he will include her amongst the guests." He was enjoying this simple conversation, beginning to relax as his nervousness receded. "I am truly pleased for both my friend and your sister. I can see how happy she is with Bingley. I wish I'd been able to see it before."
"All has turned out as it should." Directly meeting his gaze, she conveyed the forgiveness for his mistake in the soft expression of her eyes and the quiet sigh that parted her lips. "Tomorrow Mr. Wickham's fate will be decided. Although he did not dally with my feelings, as you suspected, I can believe that there were others not so fortunate." Elizabeth intended the last comment to assuage any lingering doubts but the effect was unexpected. Darcy's eyes darted so quickly to where his sister sat that there was no mistaking his intention. A horrible foreboding gripped Elizabeth's mind. The thought that Wickham may have misled the sweet, young Georgiana Darcy made her feel ill. It was no wonder her brother could not stand the sight of him! Her countenance must have given away the direction of her thoughts for Darcy was observing her with some anxiety. She didn't know what to say, whether to admit to the suspicions forming or to allay his fears that their secret would be safe with her.
"What is this I hear about a duet?" Bingley called from across the room. "Miss Elizabeth, I understand that you and Miss Darcy will be entertaining us this evening! May I intrude on your conversation with Darcy to request you begin?"
Georgiana was quick to respond, having noticed her brother's strained expression and wishing to draw attention away from him. "Perhaps we both could warm up our fingers with something simpler first." She beckoned Elizabeth toward the piano.
Attempting to reassure with a smile, Elizabeth left Darcy to join his sister, her mind full of wonder and a new sense of loathing for the man whom she had once admired.
Chapter 18
Darcy was grateful for the onset of the music. The others faced the piano, their backs to him. He was able to observe, listen and not be observed himself. Occasionally Georgiana peered over the music as if to make sure he was still present. As they played Darcy felt the anxiety of the moment begin to lessen its hold on him. Whatever had occurred to Elizabeth did not affect her interaction with Georgiana and for that he was thankful. However, he knew that it was only a matter of time, and limited time, before he must explain everything to her.
It was unfortunate that his preoccupation with planning how to gain a private audience with Elizabeth interfered with Darcy's ability to appreciate the exhibition of the two ladies dearest to him. While they played he considered the less pleasant prospects of elaborating on Wickham's transgressions.
After two short songs the ladies were prepared for the duet they had practised. Pausing to acknowledge the compliments from Colonel Fitzwilliam and Bingley, Georgiana placed the music on the stand, looking to Elizabeth for confirmation to begin.
Softly, gently the first notes trembled in the air. A hush fell on the room. All eyes were focussed toward the instrument, the delicate composition beginning to build in complexity. It was difficult to distinguish between the players, the strains were so finely intertwined. At the close of their performance there was no-one more entranced than Darcy. His attention had been captivated upon hearing the opening bars of an air that had first kindled his soul long ago. The melody caressed and soothed, evoked in him a sense of longing not melancholy but sweet. Completely enraptured he left his seat and approached the piano, drawn forward by the siren call of the music.
He found himself standing by Elizabeth's shoulder, following the progress of her fingers on the keys, mesmerised. The song came to an end, the final notes hanging in the air. The moment was too poignant to disturb. As if waiting for someone to speak, the silence reigned after the last note faded away until a soft rustle of fabric reminded him of the present.
"Magnificent," he pronounced, then raised his head and repeated to the room, "Magnificent!" before bringing his hands together in a traditional demonstration of appreciation.
Bingley stood, applauding with his typical enthusiasm. "That was beautiful! Miss Darcy, Miss Elizabeth, thank you. I cannot believe you mastered that in only an hour!"
Elizabeth gently shook her head. "I must let you in on a secret, Mr. Bingley," she said with a small smile. "Both Miss Darcy and myself were already familiar with the piece. Once we discovered that there was no question about choosing any other."
"And I'm very glad you did!" Bingley turned to consult his other guests. "Do you not agree?"
Mrs. Bennet responded immediately. "Oh, yes! It was almost like being in a London concert hall. I could easily have forgotten where I was!"
"Well then, you'll just have to play some more for us," said Colonel Fitzwilliam, eyeing his young cousin suspiciously.
Georgiana looked to Elizabeth. "Would you mind continuing without me? I do so enjoy hearing you play."
Startled, Elizabeth felt her heart pound at the thought of remaining at the piano while Darcy looked over her shoulder or, even more unnerving, sat beside her to turn the pages. Fortunately for her, the gentleman chose to accompany his sister back to the sofa where he could sit and once again comfortably observe the musician. Elizabeth quickly selected from the pile of scores and attempted to concentrate on the placement of her fingers on the keys.
Darcy was content to watch until a movement from his sister reminded him of his reason for leaving the piano. He carefully pitched his voice so that no-one else would hear. "I do not want to alarm you, Georgiana, but I think Miss Elizabeth may have come to understand there was something unpleasant that happened between you and Wickham. I would prefer that she know the truth rather than be left to imagine what may have transpired. Would it distress you if I enlightened her?"
His sister's eyes widened with apprehension. Despite having come to terms with her imprudence, Georgiana had not considered the possibility of discussing the subject with anyone outside of her family. Her brother was sympathetic, at times too much so, while her other guardian said very little about the matter but did a lot of frowning and gritting his teeth. She wondered what Elizabeth would think of her when she learned the truth.
Darcy could see her hesitation and hastened to assure her. "You may trust Miss Elizabeth, Georgiana. She will not treat you any differently nor would she repeat anything that would cause you distress."
She relaxed somewhat, her brother's faith in the lady giving her courage. "If she must know then I would like to tell her myself," Georgiana bravely stated. He looked at her with surprise. "It is something I must do, Fitzwilliam. You cannot be forever protecting me."
"I hope you will not object to my protection always being available," Darcy said, evidently concerned that her answer would not be favourable.
Georgiana patted his hand. "I will always be grateful knowing you will be there if I need you." They shared a smile then settled back against the sofa to listen to Elizabeth's playing. Georgiana occasionally stole a glance at her brother and was delighted to witness his unguarded display of pleasure in watching the performer.
While Elizabeth played, Colonel Fitzwilliam decided to join her at the bench, turning the pages for her. She smiled at him as he sat down, grateful for the opportunity to converse for her mind was too eager to dwell on ugly thoughts of Mr. Wickham influencing Miss Darcy.
"If I had been aware of your great talent while we were at Rosings, Miss Bennet," began the Colonel, "I would have searched more thoroughly in my aunt's collection of music. You made an excellent selection for this evening. The duet you performed is one of Darcy's favourites." The astonishment in Elizabeth's expression confirmed his suspicions about Georgiana. He did not want Miss Bennet to think ill of his young cousin, however. "I remember the first time he heard it. We attended the theatre together with my parents that evening, shortly after the death of his father. The performance was incredible, so moving. We were all affected by it but Darcy most of all. I don't think Georgiana has had the courage to play it for him since she first attempted it and saw how much he appreciated her effort."
"It must have been a very emotional time for him," murmured Elizabeth.
"This past week has been very trying for us all but it was good to see Darcy forget all of it and simply enjoy the music. Thank you, Miss Bennet." Fitzwilliam's eyes communicated genuine gratitude.
Elizabeth could think of nothing to say. She had watched Darcy's reaction to the duet, his deliberate advance upon the piano, with curiosity. At Rosings he had once approached while she played. At that time, Colonel Fitzwilliam had been tending to the page turning for her. Not realising his feelings, Elizabeth had dismissed his interest playfully, considering boredom to be the primary motivation for leaving his aunt's side. This evening, however, the expression on his face as he moved closer was more open and his emotions more evident with Elizabeth's knowledge since that fateful night at Hunsford. She considered that Miss Darcy must be aware of her brother's feelings and the Colonel had as good as said he knew when he'd informed her of Darcy's desire to protect her honour when he returned to Hertfordshire in search of Mr. Wickham. Despite her own suggestion to Darcy that they forget what had transpired between them in Kent, Elizabeth found it difficult to do. Her mind was continually reminding her of the cruel words she had used in response to his declaration of love and admiration. She was amazed at his capacity for forgiveness. Not only had his love apparently withstood such an assault but Darcy seemed to bear no ill-feelings for her as a result. Quite the contrary! The man was one surprise after another!
"Miss Bennet?"
Startled, Elizabeth realised she had been staring across the room at where Darcy sat rather than attending to his cousin's conversation. "I am sorry, Colonel," she said, turning her head toward him and offering a bright smile. "Truly, I am pleased to offer what little I can in the way of respite from Mr. Darcy's troubles. If music hath charms to soothe the savage breast then tell me what other selections I may choose for him?" An impertinent sparkle danced in her eyes, causing Fitzwilliam to laugh.
"I have heard my cousin called many things but savage has never been one of them." He leaned back slightly to better see Elizabeth's face. "Enough of Darcy, however. I believe Georgiana has become quite fond of you, Miss Bennet. I am admittedly prejudiced but she is a sweet girl and has not many friends; certainly none with whom she can be herself."
"She is a very sweet girl and I am not prejudiced," Elizabeth said primly but could not conceal her smile for long.
Fitzwilliam laughed again. "To have a friend like you will do her nothing but good. Georgiana may be strong on one sense; like her brother she has the courage to go on when misfortune strikes. However, her shyness tends to hamper her ability to make new friends. When in London I'd be surprised to learn if she visits more than half a dozen ladies, less friends than acquaintances."
Half a dozen ladies. The words jumped out at Elizabeth. Were these the same six ladies to whom Mr. Darcy referred as truly accomplished in that long ago conversation in this very room? She felt an urge to giggle at the memory. "Now you make me think Miss Darcy leads quite a lonely life, Colonel. Are you trying to make me feel sorry for her? I should assure you that is hopeless. I cannot feel sorry for anyone so young who is also very pretty, very rich and blessed with relations who take such good care of her."
"Oh, that was not my intent! Perhaps we should leave the instrument and join the general discussion before I mislead you any further, Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth acknowledged that it was an excellent idea, finishing up her song before permitting Colonel Fitzwilliam to lead her back to the others. The rest of the evening afforded no opportunity for more private conversation for any of the parties. Although Mrs. Bennet's repertoire of subjects was expanded to include talk of London social venues, the mere mention of that city threatened to send her into excited repetitions of shopping expeditions for wedding paraphernalia. Even Jane and Bingley had grown tired of this topic, however, and it was with no great effort that Mrs. Bennet's attempts were thwarted.
Before long the hour was late and the Bennets prepared to take their leave. Elizabeth drew her mother aside to allow Jane a more private farewell with Bingley. While she was busy with this distraction they were approached by Miss Darcy who quietly enquired about Elizabeth's availability to walk with her on the morrow.
"It would be my pleasure," she assured Georgiana. "Is there a particular area you would like to explore? There is a lovely view from Oakham Mount if you are accustomed to walking greater distances."
Georgiana readily accepted the proposal and it was agreed that she would accompany Bingley on his visit to Longbourn. From there, she and Elizabeth would make their excursion.
***
"I would much rather be going with you this morning."
Georgiana looked up from her plate of toast to see the resigned countenance on her brother's face. The carriage had been called and was probably already waiting at the front entrance for Darcy and their cousin.
"I'm sure you would," murmured Fitzwilliam, earning him a sharp glance from Darcy. "The only thing I'm looking forward to this day is seeing Wickham locked away for good. Not soon enough, in my opinion." He tossed his napkin on the table and stood. "Georgiana, enjoy your day with Miss Bennet. Bingley, enjoy your day with Miss Bennet." Directing a final comment to Darcy that he would meet him at the carriage, the Colonel left the breakfast room.
Darcy also rose from his chair. "Please convey my best wishes to Miss Bennet and her family," he said, although it wasn't clear to whom his remark was addressed. "I can only hope the day's proceedings will not take too long and we are back before the afternoon light has gone."
Bingley and Georgiana were left to finish their own breakfasts before they, too, prepared to leave the house. The weather looked encouraging for the planned walk and both Elizabeth and Georgiana were eager to make a start. Jane and Bingley accompanied them but lagged behind, which suited them all. After several attempts at conversation on inconsequential subjects, Miss Darcy addressed the topic uppermost in her mind.
"I couldn't help noticing that Mr. Wickham has some friends here and that they are concerned with the recent affair involving my brother," she began. Elizabeth turned to look at the young woman's face, her own cheeks burning with shame for Lydia's conduct, but Miss Darcy's eyes were focussed on the ground. "I just wanted to caution some young ladies that Mr. Wickham is not the respectable gentleman he presents himself to be."
Foreseeing where this conversation was headed, Elizabeth tried to alleviate her friend's discomfiture. "It is true that we were all taken in by Mr. Wickham's charm. If not for your brother's unfortunate altercation we may have all remained ignorant of his real character. There is no need for you to say any more."
Georgiana now looked up, genuine remorse in her eyes. "But I must! There is so much more to his dishonourable behaviour than has been told here. I would not want any other girl to make the mistake that I .... almost made."
Her breath catching in her throat, Elizabeth put out her hand to draw the younger woman closer. "Anything you say I promise to hold in strict confidence but do not feel you must speak simply because of the foolish words of my youngest sister."
A relieved sigh escaped Georgiana's lips. "That is not the only reason. I have not spoken of this with anyone but my brother. But perhaps I should start at the beginning." She paused as if summoning up more courage to continue. When she began again, her voice was very soft. "No doubt you are aware of Mr. Wickham's longstanding association with our family. As a matter of fact, from the time I first learned to talk I thought of George as another brother. He was always there, like Fitzwilliam, to entertain me although George preferred active games and encouraged me to chase him, trying to catch him. Fitzwilliam liked to read to me or play simple games that made me think. I was only eleven when Father died. Although my brother and George had been away at school for some years already, Fitzwilliam had returned home when Father fell ill. It was a very difficult time for us all as his illness lasted for nearly a year before he finally passed on. I saw more of George than I did of Fitzwilliam during those months; my brother was deeply involved with running Pemberley."
Elizabeth felt her emotions stir with Miss Darcy's tale. How lonely it must have been for them both! Such a heavy burden on her poor brother, taking control of the affairs of the estate while watching his father deteriorate. She became anxious that it was at this time Mr. Wickham had crossed the bounds of propriety and trust but this fear was premature.
"Not long after Father's funeral George left Pemberley. Fitzwilliam told me that he had decided to return to his studies and although I was sure he would return for holidays I did not see him again for many years. My brother never spoke of him and I did not ask." Georgiana bit her lower lip as she neared the painful part of her narration. "Last year, however, George came to visit me while I was staying at a home that Fitzwilliam had leased for the summer. He thought the sea air would be good for me and I admit that I was quite tired of London by this time. When I saw George on the quay one afternoon I could hardly believe my eyes! He approached me with a greeting typical of our old ways, more like family than acquaintance. It had been so long since we had last met and I was then of an age when imagination overrode good sense."
Again Elizabeth felt a sense of foreboding. She found it hard to believe that this quiet young woman could have been prevailed upon to participate in any indiscreet activity yet to what else could she be alluding? "We all have our momentary lapses in judgment, Georgiana," she said. "Do not be too hard on yourself. Mr. Wickham is engaging enough that it would negate the good sense of ladies far more mature than you were."
"You are very generous, Elizabeth," replied Miss Darcy. "However, I must accept my role in this. I was young but I was not without understanding. George attended me every day and it was very flattering. Unlike our days of childhood, he treated me like a young woman and I became overwhelmed with the feelings created. When he proposed an elopement to Scotland I was excited and readily agreed." A gasp from her companion brought Georgiana's head up. "Now you see how foolish I was. How could I have thought such a plan was respectable?"
Elizabeth quickly interrupted. "Oh, Georgiana, it was not your mistake but Mr. Wickham's! How horrible he was to have suggested such a thing! You cannot be blamed for your heart's weakness." Her curiosity was awakened by this revelation, however, and now she wondered how Miss Darcy had managed to escape such a fate.
"I must be thankful, then," continued Georgiana, "that my brother chose to visit me unannounced the following day. I was still in a great state of excitement and the prospect of keeping such news a secret from him seemed unfair. I was sure he would rejoice in my happiness. How shocked I was by his reaction!"
"I can imagine! He must have been very angry with Mr. Wickham." It was all Elizabeth could do to remain civil, herself.
"He said not a word but simply stared at me for a moment while I could see his face drain of all colour. It frightened me! He frightened me. I had never been afraid of Fitzwilliam in my entire life but at that moment I truly thought I was in danger." Her eyes began to fill with tears at the memory of the scene. "I need not have worried. As you said, his anger was all for George. At the time, however, I could not see that and my fear made me run from the room. I could hear Fitzwilliam call after me but ignored him and ran to my own chamber where I locked the doors to keep everyone out." In a whisper she added, "I cried for hours."
Elizabeth felt as if her own heart were breaking. She wished she could have comforted her friend when the pain was fresh. "I am so sorry, Georgiana. It was unconscionable of Mr. Wickham to have put you in such a position!"
Sorrowful eyes met Elizabeth's. "If that were all that he did, but there was more. When George came to the house that afternoon he and Fitzwilliam had a terrible argument. I could hear them from my room. That was enough to bring me downstairs. I had never heard such language from either of them! George said horrible things about my brother, none of it true, but eventually I realised what kind of man he really was."
"It is small comfort, I'm sure, but at least you did not have to suffer long. It is a little easier to triumph over your heartbreak when the cause of it is such an unworthy scoundrel," said Elizabeth, squeezing Georgiana's hand. The other girl nodded, too overcome for the moment to speak. "I am very glad that your brother was there to prevent Mr. Wickham from taking advantage of you." With those words she also felt gratitude for the sentiments that prompted him to act on her own behalf, for he must have been convinced that she was in similar danger. "I have wronged him so."
Georgiana looked up, confusion evident in her expression. "I don't understand."
Embarrassed to have spoken aloud, Elizabeth attempted to explain herself. "I formed a mistaken impression of Mr. Darcy when he first appeared in Meryton last year. Mr. Wickham therefore found a willing ear for his malicious tales."
"Oh," said Georgiana in surprise. "This must be what Fitzwilliam meant when he told me George made a good impression while he did not. I didn't really believe him but that evening, when all the ladies were in the salon after dinner, it did seem as if there was no-one who liked him. How could that be?"
"There is no simple explanation for it, Georgiana," replied Elizabeth. "I believe none of us took the time to get to know the other. By the time Mr. Wickham had insinuated himself into local society there was no desire to find out Mr. Darcy's side of the story. It was easier to believe the more charming gentleman."
Now Georgiana understood her brother's discouragement and it saddened her to think he might never make his feelings known to Elizabeth. "Then my confession to you has not been valueless if I have shown you not only your misplaced trust in George Wickham but also a side of my brother that you would otherwise never know. I love my brother dearly and cannot bear to think that others believe him to be anything less than the warm and generous man that he is."
This brought a smile to Elizabeth's lips. "I have not a doubt of that, dear friend. In the past few days I have learned so much that makes me ashamed to remember what my feelings were."
Chapter 19
"So, it's over."
"Not until they cart him away and the key is turned in the lock." Darcy had known Wickham for too many years to rest easy until the prison doors were firmly closed on his heels. "I'm surprised he didn't manage to wriggle out of this scrape, too."
Fitzwilliam was unencumbered by doubt. "It all catches up sooner or later. Forget about Wickham." A broad smile appeared on his face. "Now what are your plans for pursuing Miss Bennet?"
"Can you not leave well enough alone?" said Darcy, a trifle irritated by his cousin's enthusiasm.
Fitzwilliam snorted. "Well enough? You barely speak to the lady. If that's what you call doing well enough then I fear some lessons are in order."
"No doubt you will be the teacher?" scoffed Darcy.
"Certainly not! What experience have I to offer? No, it was Bingley whom I meant. After all, he will have a closer ear to how your overtures are received." His smile transformed to a mischievous grin. "Face it, Darcy. Even your sister knows where your interest lies and is working on your behalf."
"That is your imagination," Darcy retorted. "I warned her not to play at matchmaking and she actually listens to me when I speak."
"Unlike me."
"Unlike you, yes. Your little sally did not go unnoticed last night."
Fitzwilliam laughed. "Not with you watching her like a hawk, I dare say it wouldn't! But seriously, Darcy, quit wasting time."
"I have no intention of wasting time, neither mine nor Miss Bennet's," said Darcy with his customary calm demeanour.
Nor did he intend to elaborate as his cousin discovered when no further discussion was forthcoming on the subject. For a while they rode in silence, Darcy content to muse on his past mistakes and hope that he had learned something in the interim that would put him in a better position with Elizabeth. Fitzwilliam could not understand his cousin's mood, believing him to have resolved on some course of action and mystified that he should remain so collected in the face of it. It was not long before they felt the carriage slow and when it came to a halt Darcy called out to the driver for an explanation.
"It is Miss Darcy, sir!" the man cried. "We have happened upon her and a companion walking along the roadway."
Darcy scrambled from the compartment to see his sister smiling a greeting to their coachmen, Elizabeth by her side. For the second time in as many days he felt the awkwardness of their meeting; his dusty travel attire did not present him in the manner he would prefer. Self-consciously, he looked down at his boots, also covered in dust from the road. When he looked up again he met Elizabeth's amused gaze.
"Have you ladies had enough of walking?" Fitzwilliam cheerfully enquired. "May we offer you a ride home?"
"Oh, Miss Bennet never tires of walking," replied Georgiana with a teasing smile aimed at her friend.
"In that case, if you don't object to some company -."
Georgiana promptly interrupted him. "Ah, but I must confess that I am a bit weary. I am not as accustomed to these kinds of excursions as I'd thought." She held out her arm to her cousin. "Would you mind if I rode back with you?" Looking back toward Elizabeth she added, "Will you join us at Netherfield for refreshments?"
Cheeky girl! thought Miss Bennet. She knows I cannot. Whatever is she about? "I regret that I cannot accept the invitation today, Georgiana. I must be getting back home."
"Then may I offer to escort you, Miss Bennet?" Darcy wasn't sure if his words were loud enough for her to hear; his voice seemed bent on betraying him.
Elizabeth's smile confirmed the welcoming acceptance of his offer. Colonel Fitzwilliam was quick to escape with the carriage before his cousin had a chance to lose his nerve. Darcy stood in the roadway, unsure of what to say next. Finally he held out his arm to the lady who wrapped her hand around it, near his elbow, and they began to walk. It was some minutes before either dared speak but Darcy suddenly recollected that he had no idea what direction they were headed.
"I hope you know where we are going," he said in a low voice as if someone might overhear.
"Are you not afraid that I may lead you astray, Mr. Darcy?" smiled Elizabeth teasingly.
He blinked, surprised by her manner. "You astonish me, Miss Bennet! I was always of the firmest impression that you are a strict young lady who adheres most fervently to the dictates of society." Her laughter caused his heart to beat faster and his confidence to rise. "If I am mistaken, pray enlighten me immediately. I fear for my reputation otherwise."
"Oh, that I should have the power to ruin your reputation, sir!" Elizabeth laughed again.
"If you only knew the power you have over me," whispered Darcy, wondering just how much he dared say at this early stage of their renewed acquaintance. Her behaviour filled him with such hope but he did not want to risk losing what ground he had gained by behaving in a rash manner himself.
Elizabeth heard his words, quietly rejoicing in this confirmation of his continued regard. It was her fervent wish to avoid hurting him again but it was a delicate balance to encourage without overwhelming him. He had every reason to be wary and she hoped only to communicate how her opinion of him had changed from the first one she had formed in ignorance. At least, that was her hope for now. What the future may hold was another wish entirely but it was not one that she was prepared to abandon. "I trust that you are sufficiently recovered, sir, and that I will not be called upon to support you to the nearest shelter."
"That will not be necessary, I assure you Miss Bennet." Though the prospect sent a thrilling shiver through his body, Darcy fought the impulse to pull her closer. "I want to thank you for being so kind to my sister."
Surprised by the change in subject, Elizabeth's response was hasty. "There is no need to thank me. Georgiana is a delight. I would befriend her in an instant." She was not satisfied with her answer the moment it left her mouth but Darcy quite obviously did not notice, nor did he take offense. "She spoke to me of a matter of some sensitivity; her unfortunate encounter with Mr. Wickham last year. I assured her, as I now assure you, that none of it shall be repeated."
Darcy inclined his head, acknowledging her promise. "I knew that Georgiana planned to tell you. Last night I saw that you suspected something and informed my sister that, rather than leave you to speculate, I would relate this portion of our dealings with Mr. Wickham. She preferred to inform you herself."
"A portion of your dealings?" Struck with the words, Elizabeth became alarmed with the possibilities her imagination was now conjuring.
"Mr. Wickham may have told you about the living my father left to him upon his death." Darcy looked enquiringly at Elizabeth who nodded. "I was dismayed to learn of it, myself. I knew that he had no business delivering sermons; Mr. Wickham's life was not that of a clergyman, far from it. Fortunately he realised this, too, and requested a monetary settlement in lieu of the living, agreement between us being that he would not readdress this matter if future circumstances should make such a position agreeable. I had no contact with him for three years, neither desiring his company nor his eager intimacy with my family. It did not take long for him to squander the settlement and when it was gone he once again applied to me for support, demanding the living of which he had previously relinquished all claim. Naturally I refused and after several repetitions of his request he eventually let the matter drop after venting his frustrations with a diatribe against my character."
The frown deepened across Elizabeth's brow. "This bears little resemblance to Mr. Wickham's version."
"I am not surprised. He has had time to perfect a palatable account to gain sympathy where he may."
"Was this," began Elizabeth before she stopped, biting her lip anxiously. "Was this his motivation for imposing upon Miss Darcy?"
Darcy's face took on a grim cast. "Foremost was undeniably my sister's fortune, which is thirty thousand pounds. I have no doubt that revenge was an attractive inducement as well."
"Such a dreadful man! How could you even bear the knowledge that he remained free in the world?"
"That is something I should have remedied when I had the opportunity," rumbled Darcy. "Please forgive me for allowing him the liberty to make you another victim of his charms, Miss Bennet."
Elizabeth was speechless. Although she had known the direction of Mr. Darcy's thoughts when she had raised the subject of Mr. Wickham during her refusal at Hunsford, she had also believed this mistaken impression long since corrected. "You have no need to apologise, sir! I was never in any danger of becoming such a victim. Not only was I very much aware of the great disadvantage of his circumstances but I am convinced that Mr. Wickham was equally aware that I have no dowry to offer. That in itself is a discouragement."
Intently gazing at her, Darcy quietly said, "Not every man would find that enough to discourage him from soliciting your approval." His candour caused Elizabeth to blush. The colour in her cheeks persuaded him to go on. "Perhaps it is unfair but a man who has sufficient wealth of his own need not look to increase it by means of an alliance of that nature. There are far more important attributes to consider when choosing one's life partner."
Attempting to control her wildly beating heart, Elizabeth focussed on identifying the attributes to which he alluded. Despite her effort, though, she was unable to prevent her voice from quavering. "That is a very noble sentiment, Mr. Darcy. However, I don't believe it is as easy to put into practice. There are many admirable qualities one may wish for in a partner but can they all be found in one individual?"
"You are no doubt referring to my admittedly demanding preferences," Darcy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I am particular, yes, but I do not expect perfection. That would be contrary to my professed interests."
"Your professed interests?" Elizabeth frowned in thought.
"The continual improvement of one's mind," he stated, one eyebrow mischievously cocked in her direction. "One must be necessarily lacking in order to improve."
"Do you subscribe to this doctrine yourself or just admire it in the accomplished ladies of your acquaintance?" She attempted to emulate his lighter spirit with this comment and was unprepared for the answer it provoked.
"There is only one lady whom I admire." Darcy's voice was low and soft, each syllable caressing Elizabeth's senses. She met his eyes and could not look away, her breath catching in her throat. He studied her for a moment, then smiled and released her gaze, allowing Elizabeth time to collect herself. Despite the rush of emotion that she had felt, the silence that followed was comfortable, and she was acutely aware of tiny butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Suddenly the walk back to Longbourn seemed much too short.
***
Colonel Fitzwilliam said nothing to his young cousin until they reached Netherfield. He then congratulated her for orchestrating an opportunity for her brother to speak privately with Miss Bennet. Georgiana blushed but was just as pleased with herself.
"Darcy assured me that he had disabused you of all notions toward matchmaking. I'm glad he was unsuccessful. How is a lady to find amusement if she cannot promote pairings amongst her friends and family?"
"I am not interested in matchmaking!" she exclaimed, a trifle embarrassed. "I am concerned with Fitzwilliam's happiness. I like Miss Elizabeth and I believe you know as well as I that my brother is more than interested in her. He did give me permission to encourage him."
"Did he now?" Fitzwilliam was genuinely amazed. "There may be hope yet." He laughed at the face Georgiana made. "What displeases you now?"
"Oh, I am not displeased with Fitzwilliam marrying Miss Elizabeth," she quickly informed him. "I was just reminded of how alarmed I used to be that he might choose Miss Bingley so that he wouldn't have to bother looking any further."
Her cousin laughed again, loudly. "Poor Miss Bingley will certainly be disappointed with this development!" His eyes widened and he stopped laughing as quickly as he'd begun. "Pray that she does not shift her attention to me, Georgiana. The way Bingley was talking he'll likely expect me to choose from his available sisters and that would include Miss Bingley, Miss Mary, Miss Catherine and Miss Lydia Bennet! Perhaps I should start packing now." Georgiana appeared shocked by his words so he softened his tone, suggesting that they go in search of something to eat as he'd had nothing since breakfast.
When the hallway was once again quiet, a figure appeared in the open doorway to the morning room. Caroline Bingley was none too pleased. Not only had she arrived to an empty house but her worst fears were confirmed. Having learned two days ago that Jane Bennet was no longer in London, she made plans to travel to Netherfield post haste, suspecting that news of her brother's return to Hertfordshire had prompted Miss Bennet's departure. That Mr. Darcy was also a resident of the house did nothing to discourage her, of course. In fact, she had held out hope that he, at least, would be a mitigating influence upon Charles and prevent him from doing anything foolish. However, the conversation she'd overheard, between Colonel Fitzwilliam and Miss Darcy, only served to accentuate her apprehensions. She was angry; angry with Charles for being so weak and falling for the obvious ploys of a country nobody; angry with Jane Bennet for taking advantage of him and angry with Mr. Darcy for allowing it to happen right under his nose; but the bulk of her anger was directed toward one other person. Miss Bingley did not know how Eliza Bennet had managed it but was sure that upstart was responsible for the disaster that was about to befall the two men who meant the most to her.
With a frustrated squawk, Caroline flung her teacup away, heedless of the direction or consequences. The sound of shattering china did not curb her display of temper, rather it stimulated, and she turned back to the room to lay her hands on the first item within reach, a large vase of fresh cut flowers, and sent it flying against the wall.
Chapter 20
"Will you not come in for some refreshment?" Elizabeth looked up into the dark eyes of her companion, willing him to say yes. "Perhaps Jane and Mr. Bingley are back, too."
Darcy did not need the latter incentive; he doubted he would notice the presence of anyone other than this lady no matter how many, nor how loud, the younger sisters may choose to be. "Thank you, I will."
Leading the way inside, Elizabeth nervously chattered in an effort to forestall her mother's usual cry of enquiry. "You must be thirsty after the time spent in the carriage and then walking with me. Would you like some lemonade rather than tea? It is a warm day."
It was only now that he became aware of how dry his mouth was and the thought of a cold glass of lemonade was inviting. He accepted her suggestion, his voice falling silent just as the door to the sitting room opened inward and Mrs. Bennet's was heard in full cry.
"This must be Lizzy now. There, Mr. Bingley, you have no need to worry. Miss Darcy could come to no harm with our -." She froze in mid sentence, staring at her daughter's companion with mouth agape.
"Good day, Mrs. Bennet," said the gentleman with a respectful bow.
"Mr. Darcy!" she cried, eyes darting to peer beyond his figure into the hallway. "But where is your sister?" She looked accusingly at her daughter who was trying to indicate a seat for Darcy.
"It was a pleasurable surprise to happen upon her and Miss Elizabeth as my carriage was returning to Netherfield. Colonel Fitzwilliam accompanied my sister back to the house in the carriage as the long walk had tired her. I could not allow Miss Elizabeth to return home unescorted." His tone was firm. Not even Mrs. Bennet dared to contradict him with a ready comment about Elizabeth's familiarity with the countryside.
"That was very kind of you, sir," she managed, her eyes wide and the lids closing and opening rapidly. Finally looking toward her errant daughter, Mrs. Bennet scolded her for continuing to stand. "Pour Mr. Darcy a cup of tea, Lizzy, and don't keep the gentleman waiting!"
Darcy was finally able to sit while Elizabeth tended to procuring them each a glass of lemonade, although upon her return he instantly rose until she was seated, fortunately near himself. Bingley sensed a significant change in his friend's mood and was pleased, so much so that he dared to tease him about shirking his duties to his sister by letting her go off in the carriage. Elizabeth tacitly reminded him that Colonel Fitzwilliam was there, to which Darcy added that his cousin was also Georgiana's guardian but now they would be returning to Netherfield where their host was not present.
"Oh," lamented Mrs. Bennet. "I hope you do not mean to leave us so soon, Mr. Bingley."
"Fear not," replied Bingley with a smile. "I believe we can stay for a little longer, right Darcy?" Darcy nodded agreement although he had eyes only for Elizabeth. "As my friend is in no hurry to get home we may continue our previous discussion."
Much to Elizabeth's dismay, the previous discussion had been one of wedding planning. It was not that she did not want to share in Jane's excitement but, with Mr. Darcy sitting opposite and the undecided state of affairs between them, she felt decidedly uncomfortable with this topic. She was also embarrassed that it seemed to be the only subject her mother could talk about! In an effort to distract herself from becoming annoyed, Elizabeth turned her efforts to conducting a quiet conversation with Mr. Darcy on a matter guaranteed to be uncontroversial.
"The weather has been delightfully warm and dry lately."
"I would imagine that to be ideal for your daily excursions into town," replied Darcy. He thought how bright her eyes would be and of the flush in her cheeks after such exercise.
"Yes, and happily it has allowed Jane and Mr. Bingley to spend more time out of doors, as well." She did not need to add 'away from our mother' for Darcy to comprehend the real value of the good weather. "I hope it continues for some time."
Darcy readily agreed, although not for quite the same reason, and their conversation lasted for the rest of the gentlemen's stay; innocuous for one and filled with speculation and imaginings for the other. When Bingley rose to take his leave Darcy followed suit. The two eldest sisters saw the gentlemen to the door where Elizabeth was prepared to stop but Jane moved through to ensure they were out of hearing of Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth reflected that she would rather not be stopped outside her father's library door while bidding farewell to Mr. Darcy, either.
The afternoon air was warm. Darcy drew Elizabeth aside, ostensibly to allow Bingley the opportunity for more privacy with Miss Bennet, but neither gentleman was fooled. There was a small path beside the house down which he led her until far enough away from the other couple that he could speak more freely, yet it was Elizabeth who spoke first.
When they emerged from the house the sunlight was at first quite blinding. It took a few moments for Elizabeth's eyes to adjust and find Mr. Darcy's intently focussed on her. She refused to look away, staring back with equal daring. During this scrutiny she could not fail to take in the bruise, now partially obscured by his curling locks that refused to cooperate. It seemed perfectly natural, therefore, to reach up with one hand and brush them back. One finger traced the edges of the bruising ever so carefully, Elizabeth biting her lower lip in concentration. She recalled Colonel Fitzwilliam's words about Darcy's fear for her safety and her own suspicion that he had set after Mr. Wickham after she had defended him so strenuously.
"You did this for me," she said, amazement written upon her face.
"Yes," replied Darcy without pause. "For you."
"You might have died." Her voice broke on the final word.
"I would do it again." His tone was quiet but firm. Without question he would protect her from whatever danger threatened, with or without her consent.
Elizabeth once again traced around his injury, concerned about causing him pain although her touch brought only a yearning to both of them.
Darcy took her hand gently between his fingers. Elizabeth's breathing stopped with the touch, then she sharply inhaled as she watched him bring her hand to his lips and bestow a soft kiss. The sensation was delightful and she closed her eyes to better appreciate it, her body leaning forward, face tilted up to his. She was not aware of the effect this had on Darcy for with her eyes closed she could not see how he was tempted by her innocent offering, though she could feel him move closer, anticipation sending a shiver down her spine. His lips brushed so lightly against her cheek, Elizabeth thought she had imagined it. If it were not for the words, rather sighed than spoken, which accompanied the kiss, Elizabeth could have sworn she dreamt the whole thing.
Just as quickly she felt him step away to assume a more discreet distance between them before Mr. Bingley called out his name. Elizabeth opened her eyes, her hand rising to her cheek to cup the still tingling skin. The expression in her eyes was such that Darcy found his knees nearly give way and it was all he could do to maintain what little composure he still commanded. He took another step away, leading Elizabeth back to the carriage. There was nothing more to do but leave. The thought was bittersweet. This parting contained such promise yet Darcy did not want to push her too quickly.
Elizabeth and Jane watched the carriage drive away until it was out of sight. When Jane turned to her sister it was then that she observed the distress in Elizabeth's countenance. "Lizzy! What is wrong?"
"Nothing," she whispered but her voice came out hoarse and strained. Watching Darcy climb into the carriage had opened up new feelings for Elizabeth. She suddenly knew that she did not want him to leave. She didn't want him to leave now and she didn't want him to leave Hertfordshire, even for Jane and Bingley's sake. "Oh, I cannot go in!" Her eyes begged Jane to understand. "I cannot face Mama right now."
"Come, Lizzy," Jane said, taking Elizabeth's arm. "Shall we walk a little to settle ourselves?"
Had she not been in such a turmoil Elizabeth would have laughed at Jane assuming an equal share of the torment. Now she merely longed to sort out her thoughts and feelings, to confide in Jane although she was not exactly sure what to say, but most of all she longed for Darcy to come back and whisper those words to her again.
***
Bingley stared intently at his friend on the other seat inside the carriage. "Stop looking so smug."
"Smug?" Darcy raised his eyebrows. "I assure you I am not smug."
"You certainly look smug," continued Bingley. "Am I premature in offering you congratulations?"
"Hmmm... yes." Darcy frowned slightly. "I am satisfied with the way my friendship with Miss Elizabeth is progressing."
Bingley snorted. "Friendship! Yes, I daresay you would be satisfied!" He laughed as Darcy's face reddened. "I won't tell anyone how you nearly kissed her a few moments ago. I was sure from that display that you had proposed."
The flush spread from Darcy's cheeks down his neck. "I would have thought you were too preoccupied with Miss Bennet to worry about what I was doing." He suddenly realised what his friend had said and was astounded. "Do you honestly think I would make an offer of marriage under such conditions?"
"I thought the conditions ideal!" exclaimed Bingley. "You had spent a number of hours in each other's company and looked quite cosy as we were readying to leave. What would you consider the right conditions?"
"Well, I most certainly would not propose on the doorstep of her home!"
"Just imagine Mrs. Bennet watching from the window," chortled Bingley.
The idea sent a chill through Darcy. He hadn't thought of that possibility while standing bewitched under the eaves with Elizabeth's ready lips waiting for his, but was thankful that he'd practised the necessary restraint. It would not do to excite her mother's interest before he could be sure of his own chance for success. "Would you mind not sounding so amused with that prospect?"
"Oh, I am sorry, Darcy." Bingley did not sound very sincere, however. "But consider that it could be worse. It could be her father at the window, instead!"
The colour drained from Darcy's face.
***
The grandfather clock in the hallway at Netherfield rang out four times, disturbing the silence that reigned over the three people sitting in the drawing room. Georgiana cautiously stole a glance at her cousin who chose that moment to look in her direction, too. The shared exchange was observed by Miss Bingley who narrowed her own eyes in annoyance. It was bad enough that they had insulted her, never mind that they had no idea she had overheard their remarks, but now they preferred to sit engaged in quiet activities rather than talk! She was impatient to learn what horrors awaited her expertise to deftly extract her brother and Mr. Darcy from certain disaster.
Sounds from the hallway at last signalled the arrival of the master of the house. Caroline rose quickly from her chair to forestall the servants' announcement of her presence. She wished to gauge her brother's reaction firsthand.
"Caroline!" he cried upon seeing her. "What are you doing here? Did Louisa and Hurst bring you?"
"They did not," she stated in a tone that indicated she observed no authority above her own.
"Ah, well," murmured Bingley, endeavouring to remain cheerful. "I am glad to see you. I have something to tell you but let us go into the drawing room and discuss it." He hoped that Darcy would take advantage of the opportunity to escape to another room where he could enjoy his recent happiness in relative privacy.
"I am not returning to the drawing room," announced Caroline.
"Oh." Bingley pursed his lips in contemplation. No alternatives presented themselves. "You would prefer we discuss it here?"
Caroline drew herself up as tall as possible, huffing disdainfully. "The games room will do," she sneered.
"Very well." Bingley prepared to follow her through but Miss Bingley paused, looking directly at Darcy as if waiting for him to lead the way.
Although he knew he would regret this encounter, Darcy forced a smile and strode purposefully forward. He waited just inside the doorway until Bingley and his sister passed through and then pushed the door, jumping when it closed more forcefully than he had intended. Miss Bingley immediately turned upon her brother.
"Is it true that you have asked Jane Bennet to marry you?" she demanded.
Bingley's grin encompassed his face. "More importantly, she has accepted me!"
Miss Bingley turned her glare upon Darcy. "How could you allow this to happen?"
Not even Caroline Bingley had the power to disturb his current state of bliss. "Bingley is free to make his own decisions and I heartily support this one. Miss Bennet will make him a fine wife."
"I forbid it," she declared. Both men stared at her in astonishment.
"You what?" Bingley shook his head in clear disbelief.
"I said I for-."
"I heard you," snapped her brother, all pretense of amusement vanishing in the face of her arrogance. "Caroline, you are entitled to disapprove. You may choose to dislike my choice of bride but you will never treat her with disrespect, neither publicly nor privately! I am marrying Jane Bennet and you will either accept it graciously or you will not be welcome in my home."
"Charles, I ..... but..." Miss Bingley's confusion knew no bounds. Never before had she witnessed such resolve in her brother.
"I have nothing more to say. It is up to you." Folding his arms across his chest, Bingley waited for his sister to respond. Darcy also watched in awed silence, fully expecting more resistance from Miss Bingley until his friend had demonstrated an unusual determination and brought her to a standstill. She dared to throw a plea in his direction but Darcy simply shook his head slightly, enough to bring an angry flush into her cheeks. With a swish of skirts, Miss Bingley advanced upon her brother, announced her reluctant compliance with his demands, then left the room without looking back.
Bingley and Darcy let out their breaths simultaneously. The former collapsed into the nearest chair, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Bravo," said Darcy, admiration in his voice. "The future Mrs. Bingley has nothing to fear with such a protector as you."
Bingley's strained expression softened a little. He looked at his friend and simply said, "I need a drink."