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Chapter 7

Posted on 2009-07-11

Two weeks had passed and no word from Georgiana. Elizabeth considered writing to her, but was afraid Darcy would find out they were communicating. She would have to bear it as long as she could. Though neither one knew it, both women were having no luck thinking of a plan. Lizzy needed that letter. However, she did very happily receive the letter Georgiana sent a week later.

Lizzy,
I am truly sorry for not writing sooner. My brother has apparently instructed Mrs. Annesley to keep me on a very rigorous schedule. I am sure he just wants me to keep my mind off of it, but this is the time in which I needed to be thinking of it. I have been as much as possible and I can think of nothing other than telling him the truth. I think we must before we get ourselves too tangled up in this. If you can I would like to speak with Fitzwilliam with you. So, I would ask you to wait for my return to Pemberley. I know this must be unbearable for you but please try and wait. He will undoubtedly be very angry, so I hope that if I am there you will not have to bear it alone, as you have done these past weeks. I wrote him and he has consented to my homecoming in a month. If you cannot wait until then I certainly understand, you have borne an intolerable amount without being at fault and you have not complained. Your aunt came to call on me as you wrote her I was here. She was kind enough to offer to deliver any letters you have for me through her. You are very lucky to have such loving relations; she is the kindest of women. I do hope to hear from you soon.
From your ever impatient sister.

Elizabeth had instantly begun to cry when she read of Mrs. Gardiner's visit to Georgiana. She missed her aunt terribly and was longing to see her to hear her counsel. The conclusion Georgiana had reached was frustrating to say the least, but she had arrived at the same reasoning in the abundant time she'd had alone these past weeks. The tears had caught up with her from the past weeks of loneliness and frustration and before she could stop herself she was sobbing at the breakfast table.

"Good-god, what has happened?" Darcy had been gazing at her as she read the letter and saw the gradual sadness take over her. His anger had dissipated greatly in the past weeks. He had, however, still acted quite indifferent to Elizabeth. He was internally quite the opposite. She had been quite wrong in saying what she had, but he felt it was more directed at him than Georgiana. If only he knew it was not truly directed at anyone. Darcy immediately went to her side and knelt beside her chair. She did not answer him directly and continued in her sorrow.

"Has something happened? Elizabeth?"

The mention of her name caught her attention more than anything else. He had only referred to her as Mrs. Darcy since the whole incident and it was like music to Elizabeth to hear something as familiar as her name. She looked at him and was able to manage a response.

"I only miss my family that is all."

Upon hearing this sentiment Darcy's heart nearly broke. He had been terribly cruel to her in the past month or so. She persisted in her misery and he unknowingly put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Upon feeling this subdued act of comfort Elizabeth turned to him and began to sob uncontrollably on his shoulder. He immediately enveloped her in his arms as the sobs continued to wrack her entire body. He held her for what seemed to both like an eternity, though it was more likely to have been only five minutes. Elizabeth finally caught her breath and pushed back from him. They were at eye level now as Darcy remained kneeling beside her chair and Lizzy was sitting. They each of them explored the eyes of the opposite person. Elizabeth was the first to speak.

"I am so sorry."

"I know. As am I."

Quiet followed again. Darcy spoke after a time of another silence.

"Can we put aside our differences Elizabeth? I have been intolerable to you. No husband should ever treat his wife the way I have treated you."

"I have not been undeserving of your treatment. I never meant to hurt Georgiana."

"I know. I am aware of the sentiments you feel toward me, and I would like to come to a compromise. If you are willing."

"I am"

"Whether you like it or not we are married. I have no intention of divorcing you or annulling this marriage, so we are both in this together now. Can we not at least agree to have a mutual respect for one another? That way we can maintain some peace within the house, and perhaps even become friends."

"I would have no objections in that, sir."

Darcy took her hand and kissed it, and as he did so Elizabeth's stomach felt like it would jump out of her chest. She felt very unsettled, out of the feelings she knew she was having subconsciously and for agreeing to an accord with him before he knew the truth. She knew he deserved the truth of what happened but she could not help but feel almost pure ecstasy as the weeks of agony now had a chance to be over.

"I know this is very sudden, but I've had a letter from my aunt and uncle from Matlock. They will be journeying this way for a house party hosted by the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire. They ask that if they are already in Derbyshire that they come visit here. I am sure they are only looking for an excuse to meet you, and they will understand if this is too soon."

"No not at all. I am looking forward to meeting your family. When shall they be staying?"

"They will be here in a week and stay for about four days."

"I shall speak with Mrs. Reynolds directly then. Do they stay special quarters, or will any accommodations do?

"I believe they usually stay in the blue rooms near the end of the hall."

"Very well."

Elizabeth was anxious to go, as she wanted to get a hold on her emotions. This had been a happy change indeed. Darcy smiled at her as she left and said "Perhaps we could
take a walk when you are done? I have a feeling you would like some of the paths a little further than the gardens."

"Of course."

Darcy smiled again and she thought she would faint. What was becoming of her? She was acting like a love struck little girl in love with Prince Charming. (As quickly as she thought possible without seeming rude she bolted out of the breakfast room and nearly ran up the stairs to find Mrs. Reynolds. Within an hour the two women had everything settled for the imminent arrival of Darcy's relations.

Darcy came to meet them a little while later and Elizabeth had no choice but to allow him to lead her out of doors and tour the trails. She was in raptures about the beauty beyond the immediate trails of Pemberley. The trees, grasses, wild flowers, and small ponds all seemed to have been designed perfectly for this particular patch of Earth. She was very excited when Mr. Darcy solemnly promised to show her new trails every day that the weather would allow. She found herself staring at him at times and he would catch her eye and give her a smile. A week and a half passed very quickly for the couple as they found a comfortable harmony between themselves. Soon enough it was the day that the Earl and Lady of Matlock would arrive. Darcy asked that Elizabeth meet him in the garden an hour before they were expected. They had taken to spending a great deal of time in a particular spot under a very large willow that was near the lake. It was fast becoming Elizabeth's favorite spot in all of Pemberley and she was more than happy to oblige Mr. Darcy in meeting there. She found him already sitting on a bench and he immediately stood in greeting to her arrival. The smile and dimples that appeared on his face at the sight of her made Elizabeth weak in the knees.

"Elizabeth I have a rather important topic I should like to speak with you about."

He motioned for the spot to his right on the bench. She sat down and awaited a further response from him.

"I am very happy about this past week we have spent together. It has been very relieving that we are able to put aside our differences and coexist this peacefully and even have a good time of it. You are aware of my aunt Catherine's sentiments toward our marriage, I am sure." Darcy looked at Elizabeth and upon seeing her nod in response he continued. "Well, I am afraid Richard let it slip that his mother and father are experiencing similar feelings as Lady Catherine's. This unsettles me greatly because I had always believed my uncle, at least, would not judge someone's character before making his or her acquaintance. They come not to wish us well in our marriage but to come see us, well almost to spy on us. I am thoroughly discouraged by this, but as they have done nothing yet I could never deny them our hospitality. So I am going to ask a very large favor of you. There is no need to grant this favor, as it will require a great sacrifice on your part. However, it would please me greatly if you did. Although, I am aware you take no pleasure in trying to please me." Elizabeth looked a bit surprised at this statement and Darcy immediately corrected it, though not completely. "Forgive me, that was un-gentlemanlike. I only meant that as we have not yet – well, we have not, you've not said, - your feelings for me are not yet changed. I have no wish to force you to change them or even ask. I have enjoyed this week of peace and would be quite content to live the rest of my life like this. However, my aunt and uncle will take the smallest bit of indifference and construe it into hyperbolic thoughts and no doubt form an unfair opinion of you."

"So you are asking me to pretend that I am desperately in love with you."

"Not desperately, or even in love. However, if you carry on like we did this past week I would be very grateful."

"That will be fine. Just as long as you do not expect me to faint with love as the mere thought of you.' Elizabeth smiled.

Darcy laughed at the sight of Elizabeth doing that even if she were madly in love with anyone. The sounds of his laughter almost made her do just that.

"And you, sir, will you be my knight in shining armor and the most attentive and loving husband? Shall you be playing the part too?" She continued smiling. However, Darcy's face became quite serious.

"I can assure you, Elizabeth, I will not be pretending in any fashion."

Elizabeth gulped and blushed quite ferociously at this. Mrs. Reynolds interrupted them by announcing the arrival of their guests.
Elizabeth and Darcy walked arm-in-arm into the foyer of Pemberley and out the main door to greet their guests. The carriage was finer than any she had ever seen before. It reminded her of one she had seen drawn in storybooks from her childhood. The two people that stepped out were nothing like she'd expected. Although her expectations were the male form of Lady Catherine de Bourgh and a woman equally austere and imposing. The two forms that descended from the carriage could not be more different. The man was the jolliest sort of man Elizabeth had ever seen. It was quite clear where Colonel Fitzwilliam inherited his happy countenance. The woman also had a kind face but with hints of shrewdness and a lot of intelligence. Elizabeth was a little frightened of her but resolved not to judge her before making her acquaintance as the Colonel said they were doing.

Darcy guided her toward their carriage to greet them.

Before Darcy could say anything in welcome the Earl spoke first saying "Darcy, old chap! It's so good to see you."

Darcy bowed and Elizabeth curtsied as she saw him do this. " Aunt, Uncle welcome! It has been far too long since Pemberley housed you as guests. Without further ago, may I present my wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy to you. Elizabeth, my uncle Lord Henry Fitzwilliam the Earl of Matlock and my aunt Lady Marie Fitzwilliam."
Elizabeth curtsied once again as she felt two pairs of eyes appraise nearly every facet of her.

"I am honored to make your acquaintance, sir and madam."

"We have long awaited your acquaintance, my dear. I assure you it was well worth the wait. Such beauty Darcy, you are a lucky man indeed."

Lizzy blushed as the Earl said it and Darcy replied that he was very aware of how lucky he was. The countess** had yet to say anything but did smile upon their introduction.

"Let us go in. You must be very tired from your journey." Darcy said as he offered his arm to his aunt. The Earl offered his arm to Elizabeth and she hesitantly took it. Darcy walked a little faster than Elizabeth and the Earl. He did this to give them some time alone. The Earl was a very outgoing and cheerful man and Darcy felt Elizabeth would be able to win his affection much faster than his aunt. It was not a far walk by any means from the carriage to the parlor but Elizabeth and Lord Henry were able to get in a little conversation.

"So, Mrs. Darcy, you are from Hertfordshire, are you not?"

"I am, my lord. I grew up at Longbourn. My father's estate was small by many standards but I was very fond of it."

"I used to pass through it quite often in my younger years on the way to London. It is quite a beautiful area. My nephew was quite fond of it, too."

"I believe we have that in common then, my lord."

"None of that my dear. You must call me Uncle."

"Thank you, sir. I must be Elizabeth then." She smiled at him.

"How are you liking your new life here with my nephew?"

"I am very happy to call Pemberley my home. I loved Longbourn but I have never been so happy as I have been here."

"That is a strong statement indeed."

"Indeed it is, but true nonetheless, sir. You have a very fine nephew."

"Indeed I do. He seems lighter and happier in the past thirty seconds than I have seen him in a long time. He's not been the same since Anne and George died. God rest their souls."

"I take it they were very close then?" Elizabeth asked.

"No family could be more so. When he is ready he will tell you about their courtship. It was a difficult process. Anne despised George Darcy for a long time, but they grew to love each other. The memory of the love between his parents is perhaps the only thing that kept Darcy going, save Georgiana. But now he seems to be himself again. I have not seen him smile so much in the last five years than in the moments in which you both greeted us."

Elizabeth only smiled as they reached the parlor. Lady Marie was already seated and it was quiet as Lizzy and Lord Matlock entered. The earl sat next to his wife and Darcy gave Lizzy a silent cue with his eyes for her to sit near him. Before she did, however, she asked if their guests would like tea now or after they'd freshened up.

"Now would be lovely, my dear. It's not a long journey, but enough to create an appetite." Said the Earl.

Elizabeth called for tea and it was brought directly. Lady Marie has said nothing to Elizabeth as of yet and Lizzy grew more nervous with each passing moment of silence. She could think of nothing to say for fear of saying the wrong thing. She knew she must and so she tried.

"I trust your journey was pleasant and uneventful, my lady?"

"Just so," Lady Marie's reply was much colder than Elizabeth had anticipated and the look on her face gave it away. Darcy looked at Elizabeth and gave her a nod and smile of encouragement. Thankfully a servant was admitted and brought the tea service. Elizabeth bolted to the table it had been set upon and began to move things around.

"My lady, how would you like your tea? Or perhaps coffee?"

"With lemon, I thank you."

"Would you care for some cake, a sandwich?"

"No, just tea."

Elizabeth poured it and brought it to the Countess.

"Uncle Henry, what may I get you?" Elizabeth smiled very prettily as she asked.

Darcy was yet unaware that Elizabeth was permitted to address Lord Matlock so informally and looked to see his uncle's response and was only pleasantly surprised. Lady Marie looked quite shocked and only looked on to see what would pass between her husband and new niece.

"Coffee would be wonderful Elizabeth. Perhaps a slice of cake to accompany it."

"Of course, sir. How do you take your coffee?"

"Black, please."

She brought over his coffee and cake and then looked to her husband. She knew for the sake of the pretense they were partaking in she should know her husbands preference of beverage. Darcy could sense what she was trying to remember and aided her in her thoughts.

"I think I shall take tea this time Elizabeth. And perhaps some cake, as well."

"Of course, Mr. Darcy."

Elizabeth walked it over to where he was sitting. As she bent over to place the refreshments down Mr. Darcy whispered very quietly in her ear "Fitzwilliam." As he said this his breath tickled Elizabeth's senses to her core. She tripped a bit and the next thing she heard were three gasps and the sound of breaking china. As you may have guessed Elizabeth had spilled the nearly scalding hot tea all over her husband.

"Oh dear!! I am so sorry, I – are you all right? Oh no! Let me clean it up. Are you hurt? The china, I am so sorry, was it a family piece? Where is a towel?"

Elizabeth was nearly frantic as she said all this and Mr. Darcy burst out laughing.

Her face clearly displayed her confusion at his reaction. She had expected anger, frustration, disappointment, basically anything but laughter. She just stared for a moment.

Mr. Darcy could see she was still anxious so he set out to ease her confusion.

"Elizabeth, forgive me I should not have laughed so. It is quite all right. I am not hurt and the tea set was nothing other than an ordinary set."

"Oh thank goodness," she said as her face clearly showed her relaxation.

"Think nothing of it, Elizabeth. Please excuse me while I go change. I will be back shortly. Aunt and Uncle, perhaps I could show you to your chambers on my way upstairs. Elizabeth, shall you join us or remain here?"

"I believe I will read for a short while and then be up to prepare for dinner. Thank you."

The three other members of the family left Elizabeth in the parlor and went to their respective rooms. It was still almost two hours before dinner. Elizabeth sensed she was alone and glanced around the room and then out into the hallway. She felt quite content and decided to do something she had yet to do at Pemberley. She was not an amazing musician as she well knew, but she truly did enjoy playing the piano. She had been in too poor spirits to take any pleasure in music the past few weeks and so now she felt the time had come. She went to the pianoforte in the room and began to play a set of scales. After sufficient time to warm up she began to play a piano concerto by Bach she remembered from several years ago. After several tries she was able to fumble through a good portion of it. Within an hour she was playing the whole thing quite well and had completely lost track of the time. She was enjoying herself immensely. In fact, it was now time for supper and Darcy himself had gone to look for her. At the end of the next time through the piece she was interrupted by applause. She turned around to see her husband.

"When did you get here?"

"Only just," said Darcy.

"Forgive me, my playing must make your ears hurt compared to Georgiana's." Elizabeth immediately blushed and broke eye contact as she said his sister's name. She knew it was still dangerous ground. Darcy could sense her apprehension and set out to comfort her.

"She plays very well because she practices." He smiled as he said this.

"If you would not object to hearing this noise for a period of time on some days I think I should like to begin practicing again, too."

"Elizabeth, you have a great musical talent. But if you wish to practice more than so be it. Do you need to change for dinner at all?"

"No. That is unless this will not do – "

"You are lovely as you are."

"I truly am sorry about the tea. I was very nervous."

"Think nothing of it. Come, let us go down."

Elizabeth was still stunned at his transformation since forgiving her. She did not expect him to be so forgiving of everything. She knew the tea had only been an accident but she was surprised how well he took it, even laughing at himself. She was even more bewildered by the fact that she had been hoping they could have more private moments together. She wanted to know more about him and to have more of the heated debates they'd had at Netherfield so long ago. They were different now. They understood one another and would be able to have a debate with mutual respect for each other. They went off in the direction of the dining room both quite happy.

The Earl and Countess were not there yet.

"Forgive me, but you were telling me to call you Fitzwilliam earlier were you not?" Lizzy asked.

"Yes I was. I'm sorry if it startled you. I just think it seems more natural rather than calling your husband Mr. Darcy. That is, unless you do not feel comfortable. I have always called you Elizabeth, but if you do not wish it then I will cease immediately."

"No, Elizabeth is fine." Elizabeth said and then tested the waters saying "Fitzwilliam?"

Darcy smiled. "If that seems too odd for you then William, Will, or even Darcy if you wish."

"If you do not object I think I will say them all and find which one I like best?"

"Of course."

"Where shall we all be sitting? I did not know what to tell the servants for places at dinner."

"Well, I shall sit at the head of the table, and you can either sit to my right or and the other end. Which do you prefer?"

"Would your aunt and uncle care to sit in any particular spot, do you think?"

"No. Why don't you sit as you always do at my right?

She nodded just as their relatives came into the dining room. All greeted each other with their respective form of courtesy.

"Please, sit." Elizabeth motioned for the two chairs designated for them.

Conversation was scarce for the first two courses as everyone was truly very hungry. However, as the time moved on the silence turned into an almost awkward one. Darcy tried to break it however he was successful for but a moment.

"I trust everything is to your liking? If it is not we can always send for something else that would satiate your hunger in a more pleasant manner."

"Oh, no dear. Everything is wonderful, as it always is at Pemberley," said the Earl while his wife remained silent and only nodded in agreement. It was a few more minutes before anyone ventured to speak again.

"So, Darcy. When are you and your lovely wife going to come to London?" asked the Earl.

"I was thinking perhaps for a fortnight or so in early December and then back to Pemberley for Christmas. Would that be agreeable to you Elizabeth?"

"Of course, Fitzwilliam," she replied with a smile.

"Where is Georgiana, Darcy? I have not seen her or heard a word spoken of her." The Earl asked. Elizabeth avoided eye contact with Darcy and blushed most profusely.

"She is staying in Town with her companion, Mrs. Annesley."

"I see. Well we shall miss her delightful company every minute we are here. Have you met your new sister yet, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was visibly startled to be asked this question and it did not escape Lady Marie's notice. Nor did the fact that Elizabeth looked to Darcy for approval of her next move, which she was granted with a curt nod and an encouraging smile.

"I did, sir. The very first night we arrived. Her plans had been to stay in her chambers however we were both equally anxious to meet one another."

"And how did you find her?"

"She is a very charming and kind young lady. Mature beyond her years."

Darcy was clearly please with her answer and rang for the next course to be served. They were soon done with the meal and it was the time the ladies take leave of the men. However, as it was such a small dining party Elizabeth had no idea what to do.

"Lady Marie, should you like to move into the drawing room or shall we all directly sojourn into the parlour for dessert?" asked Elizabeth.

Darcy spoke up and said "Why don't you ladies go to the parlour and we shall meet you there in no more than fifteen minutes. I only wish to speak to my uncle briefly in private and you two shall have a quick chance to speak more, as well."

Although both ladies thought this was a terrible plan, neither expressed her opinion about it. They both reluctantly stood from their chairs and moved in the direction of the parlour.

Elizabeth opened the door for Lady Marie and followed her in.

"Would you like some tea, my lady?"

"Not yet," she replied much shorter than she had intended.

"Very well. Do you mind if I have some, ma'am?"

"No, of course."

Elizabeth went about pouring herself some tea and then sat down on the settee opposite the countess. It was quite silent for a few moments and grew more awkward as each second passed. It was Lady Marie who surprised Elizabeth with the first pieces of conversation. Her husband the earl had encouraged her to make small talk with Elizabeth during the hiatus that had taken place between their arrival and supper. He was already quite taken with Elizabeth and encouraged his wife to try and warm up to her. Lady Marie was still very skeptical of Elizabeth and why she had Darcy had married quickly. She was certainly a fortune hunter especially since her father's recent passing. Though she knew Darcy would never ask a woman with no fortune to marry him if there was not a reasonable explanation. Perhaps it was to cover up a scandal, though Darcy was nothing but honorable. Perhaps this young lady had thrown herself at him at an opportune time and he had no choice but to marry her. However, it did seem as if there was a mutual affection between them. Things could be acted, however. Although, she had to admit that she had never seen Darcy thus. He was much calmer, more outgoing, and seemed much lighter in everything he did. He even made jokes on their way in. There was a striking difference in him and it had not been there when she had seen him but a week before his nuptials. Lady Marie was determined to find out exactly why the marriage of this Elizabeth Bennet and her nephew took place.

*The Duke and Duchess of Devonshire lived at Chatsworth. I don't know much about the Cavendish family history- they might have already been deceased at this point but just go with it.
** Correct me if I am wrong but the wife of an Earl is called "Lady" but her official title is "countess". So Lady Matlock will be referred to as both.

Chapter 8

Elizabeth looked around the room as the silence between the two ladies ensued. She could think of nothing to say to Lady Marie that would elicit anything more than a one-word response from Darcy's aunt. Although Wickham's character had proved Elizabeth wrong, she still considered herself a decent judge of character at the very least. She could tell that Lady Marie was not normally this austere or cold. Her face was too kind. She was nothing like her sister-in-law though she was trying to give the impression of it.

While Elizabeth was busy thinking Lady Marie also had been. She had begun to reassess her thoughts on the new Mrs. Darcy. She seemed a genuine sort of girl and that Darcy was very happy was clearly evident. There was, however, something amiss. She must put her finger on it before she could open up with her new niece.

"So, Mrs. Darcy, you are fond of the outdoors?" said Lady Marie, as the silence was broken.

"Indeed, madam. Walking trails and being outside is my greatest pleasure in the world."

"I should have thought that now you are married your greatest pleasure would be in pleasing your husband."

Elizabeth was clearly taken aback by this response and tried to formulate a reply that would not come off as abrupt as the countess had been.

"I am very lucky that my husband also shares my love of nature. We are both able to take immeasurable amounts of pleasure from it…together, your ladyship."

"I see. Do you not think it unbecoming and unladylike to ramble about the countryside alone, however?"

"There are a great few who do, my lady. Again, however, Mr. Darcy has said that he admires my independence and desire to do so."
Lady Marie was very impressed that Elizabeth was so well able to take the very explicit questions and formulate quick and honest responses. Lady Marie easily recognized that Elizabeth was no shallow and eager-to-please lady of the ton.

"What was your life like at home? I hear you have a sister recently married?"

"Yes, your ladyship, to Mr. Bingley who is close friends with my husband as I am sure you know."

"I always thought Darcy would end up with Miss. Bingley if he did not end with Anne first."

Elizabeth had no way to respond to this and so carried on about her family.

"Well, I also have three sisters who are not married yet. All of them younger than myself and Mrs. Bingley."

"Where is your father's estate?"

Elizabeth was quite surprised that either the countess had no idea of her family's situation or, if she did, that she would pretend to be ignorant of it.

"I grew up at Longbourn, in Hertfordshire." Elizabeth found herself quite uncomfortable speaking of this and she knew not why. Darcy knew of every circumstance that had passed in the past few months since her father's death and so there was never any need for explanation. Perhaps Darcy had not told his family of any of the reasons behind their marriage.

Both of their reveries were broken as the gentlemen walked in. Darcy's eyes immediately sought out Elizabeth's own. The look of relief that washed over her face was enough to tell Lady Marie that Elizabeth was upset. She knew she was being cold and had no idea why it was happening. She was skeptical of this woman and she knew not why. She was determined to find out. However, the smile that then passed between the new couple made her stop in her thoughts. The look of warmth and pure love that was written on Darcy's face brought tears to his aunt's eyes for the briefest of moments. He was truly in love with this young woman. Immediately her cold thoughts and motives toward Elizabeth dissolved. She was no surrogate mother to Darcy, however he always had a special place in her heart. She fully recognized the toll of all the responsibilities he had taken on so young. She was one of the only members that appreciated that fact other than Richard, who shared in the guardianship of Georgiana. Lady Marie's eyes now darted to Elizabeth's face to see if the loving gaze was reciprocated. There was something there. Respect and relief were evident but her face and entire demeanor had relaxed and lightened the moment he walked through the door. There were definitely tender feelings harboured somewhere in Elizabeth's body and mind.

"I do hope we have not interrupted a private conversation?" Darcy asked of the ladies as he sat on the settee next to Elizabeth.

"Not at all. Your lovely wife was just telling me of her home, Longbourn."

Elizabeth was surprised how quickly Lady Marie's tone had also changed. It transformed from icy and distant to full of thought and sincerity. She was not sure what was going on but Elizabeth would be sure to keep her guard up.

"I am sorry you had to give it up. I know you loved it very much," Darcy said quite sincerely.

"I shall miss it very much, indeed." Elizabeth said and she gave him a small half-smile that he returned sympathetically.

"But of course you can visit. Your mother and father will surely wish your presence there sometimes."

Elizabeth's previous thoughts were now answered that Lady Marie did not know much about her. She was puzzled with how to proceed. However, her thoughts got the better of her and her eyes immediately welled up with involuntary tears. She made sure to look away as quickly as she could and pretended that the tea tray had caught her sudden interest. However, Darcy had seen her reaction and immediately he wanted to embrace her, but held himself back from doing so. He was unsure of how to proceed also and waited for Elizabeth's reaction. She turned back and looked with glassy eyes at Lady Marie.

"I hope you will forgive me for not mentioning it earlier, your ladyship. I could not find the appropriate time in our short conversation to inform you of my father's passing this past summer."

Lady Marie looked absolutely horrified and nearly exclaimed "My dear, I am so sorry, I had no idea."

After a moment of considerably awkward silence the wife of the Earl of Matlock had a sudden epiphany. She now understood why they were married. It was quite clear Darcy was madly in love with Elizabeth. Though she could tell Elizabeth had some feelings for her husband it was clear that it was not love. So Darcy had snatched her up as his wife before she was forced to seek employment as a governess and would be entirely unmarriageable to a man of his standing. So soon after her father's death was scandalous enough but if she had been any lower in society there would be no way of salvaging any hope of a reputation. Darcy was quite proud of his wife, though there was still something missing that Lady Marie could not quite name. It would have to come eventually.

"Let us move to happier subjects," said Elizabeth with a smile, "please let me say how wonderful it is to receive my first guests at Pemberley. I must admit how nervous I was and am now quite at ease in finally meeting you."

The earl bowed his head in Elizabeth's direction and said with warmth and sincerity "My dearest niece, we are the lucky ones to have been receive by you. We both of us could not wish for a more wonderful addition to our family."

Darcy smiled widened, as did Elizabeth's as the Earl said this. Darcy said with sincere tenderness in his voice "Am I not the lucky one, uncle, to have such a wife?"

Lady Marie had watched and listened to Darcy closely as he said this and she was not particularly fond of the way he emphasized the word "wife." Indeed he made it sound as if she were a thing to be placed on the mantle and gawked at. Lady Marie's thought all came together in the last few minutes of conversation and she was even more astute than she gave herself credit for. Yes, Darcy loves Elizabeth. She likes him but there is still quite a bit of apprehension when she looks or speaks to him. She looks to him for approval for nearly everything before she says or does anything. Although on the subject of her father she could not bear to look at him. Darcy rushed the marriage after her father's death. Perhaps she wished more time to grieve. Or perhaps she had very little choice in the marriage to begin with. She was, after all, without income or a roof over her head. What of her relatives, though? That will need to be found out. How is it that I know very little about this girl? I am sure I have heard the name Bennet before somewhere. What was her father's first name? And what of her other family, her mother and sisters? There was too much afoot. More must be found out and as fast as possible. She would have to make it part of the regular conversation.

Lady Marie answered Darcy's query before her husband could even formulate a response. She made sure to word her response as lightly and innocent as she could while still trying to learn more about the woman who clearly was in control of Darcy's heart.

"Indeed you are lucky, Fitzwilliam. Elizabeth is surely a treasure. She has beauty, wit, and intelligence. What of her other accomplishments, though? Surely such a woman is filled to the brim with hidden talents?"

Elizabeth was not sure she liked where this conversation was headed but Darcy was already pouring out his praise before she could get a word in edgewise.

"Elizabeth has a most pleasing voice and is very proficient on the pianoforte. Would you do us the great honour of playing for us?" Darcy asked her with a smile that was most bewildering and she was nodding like a madwoman and on her way to the piano bench before she knew what had hit her. She sat down and shuffled through some music. All of Georgiana's was way above her normal proficiency. She finally found a piece that she had plowed through once before and then said, "I beg your pardon for the numerous mistakes I will indeed make. I am afraid Miss. Darcy's music is far above my skill level. Though I will try my best."

She played and to the delight of everyone, including the performer, there were no mistakes in the piece. It was not played as though by a seasoned expert but the chords all matched and not a single note was missed. Her right and left hands moved almost effortlessly as her anxiety and nervousness gave her voice a pleasing vibrato, although it was certainly involuntary. By the second measure of the piece Elizabeth's audience was captive and all were thoroughly enjoying the performance.

All the members of the audience secretly wished that her song would never end. Her voice and proficiency were nothing out of the common way but there was more of feeling and music in her performance than there was in any concert or recital they'd ever been to. The true Elizabeth shone through. Each person saw her differently, however.

The Earl saw a beautiful young lady with a lovely voice. He saw the daughter he should have had and would have loved dearly. He felt her presence at Pemberley the moment they had arrived. Darcy was more relaxed and so was the rest of the house. She brought light with her wherever she traveled in the house.

Darcy saw a picture very similar. He saw much more though, too. She was beautiful. Her voice was beautiful. She was the Elizabeth he was in love with. However, she was different than he had ever seen her before, too. She was the original impudent and charismatic lady from Hertfordshire performing after provocation form Charlotte Lucas. She had the courage she'd had when performing at the command of Lady Catherine. She was also now his Elizabeth. His. Inwardly he enjoyed very much thinking of her as this. Although he had only officially introduced her as Mrs. Darcy to the staff and his aunt and uncle he took great pleasure in calling her "my wife."

The song, indeed, came to its conclusion, as all things, pleasant and unpleasant, must. Elizabeth's audience immediately broke into sincere applause and praise for her performance. There was, as all expected, an encore performance requested and duly performed. The evening came to a natural finish after a few more songs and light bursts of conversation. The relatives all said their respecting goodnights and left Darcy and Elizabeth alone in the room.

"Should you like to retire, Elizabeth?"

"I am not quite tired enough, I think. If you do not mind I think I shall occupy my time with a book for a while before bed."

"Of course. Would you be adverse to me following your example in you're scholarly pursuits?"

"By all means, please join me."

"Then let us move into the library, Mrs. Darcy."

The couple each chose their respective books and chose opposing chintz chairs in which to read them. Elizabeth was entirely engrossed in her book, a new novel that she'd not been able to finish nor take with her from Longbourn as Mr. Collins had surveyed nearly everything belonging to the estate. Darcy had picked up a book concerning Egyptian history. He had no idea where it came from but pretended to be thoroughly interested in its contents. However, as Lizzy was quite absorbed in her novel he did not have to be so stealth as he had planned in staring quite lovingly at her from behind the shield of his book. He took in every small movement of her as she read. He made mental notes of how long it took her to read pages. When something exciting happened and she tensed up in her seat he longed to know what had happened. At one point there was something terrible transpiring in the books pages. Darcy could not contain himself when her eyes filled with tears and she whispered a nearly inaudible "oh no."

"Elizabeth are you well?" he interrupted.

"Oh yes, forgive me, it's just so sad," she nearly choked on her own words.

"Shall I fetch you a glass of wine? Or water or tea?" he asked.

"No, I thank you I shall be fine."

"Very well."

"I believe I shall retire for the evening, actually. It has been a most trying day."

"Indeed it has. However, I must commend and thank you for all your hard work and effort. I do not believe anyone has ever charmed my uncle faster. He could talk of little else other than you after dinner. The reason the separation was so short was merely because he wanted to talk with you again," Darcy was beaming as he said this.

"I look forward very much to spending more time with him," replied Elizabeth.

"I must say, though, my aunt is a mystery. I have never seen her like this. She is nothing at all like Lady Catherine. And yet, today, that is all I could see in her. Perhaps she is only putting on a façade to test us. If that is the case that is most annoying." Darcy said.

"Indeed it is. However, are we not doing the same thing to a degree, sir?"

"Yes, you are right. We shall have to wait until tomorrow to see where it will take us."

Elizabeth nodded and put her book back on the shelf and Darcy followed her example. He offered her his arm and she took it on their way up the stairs. They walked quietly as they were passing Lord and Lady Matlock's rooms on the way to their own. They reached the doors and Elizabeth released her hand from Darcy's arm. However, just as it was being released Darcy took hold of her hands. He pulled her a little closer and bowed slightly over them.

"Elizabeth, thank you from the bottom of my heart. For everything. You have done be the greatest honor in becoming my wife and have truly made me happy. Happier than I have been in years. My uncle placed his finger on it when he said you have brought happiness back to Pemberley. Everything is running perfectly in order and I could happily live out the rest of my days like this. I know you are unhappy but I believe we can make this work. It will take time but I am more than ready to take all the time in the world. I love you, Elizabeth. Most ardently and from the very depths of my soul," as he ended his small speech Darcy voice had grown very hoarse and deep. Elizabeth was moved for a few seconds beyond works. Instinctively she had moved closer to Darcy as he was saying those words and at their conclusion she was merely inches away from him.

"I fear I cannot yet return your addresses, but I am not so unhappy as you believe. sir. In fact, I am quite the opposite. I thank you for your patience," she whispered.
Darcy had moved into the vacated space between them and now filled the gap. Darcy's senses were heightened so much so that he could feel the breath of Elizabeth's words louder than he could hear them. Without any further provocation from the temptress that was his wife he pulled her to him and soundly met her lips with his. Although quite startled to his actions Elizabeth had absolutely no objection to them once she felt the velvet of his tongue meet her own.

Neither knew how long their brief encounter lasted but it was enough to satisfy both Darcy's growing ardor for his wife and Elizabeth's curiosity that took physical form in Darcy's mouth. After a few moments of the tousling of hair, movement of hands in curious places, and small rivulets of perspiration forming on each of their browns from their respective passions they did finally break apart. Each turned away in embarrassment and went very quickly into their own room.

Suffice it to say that neither party slept very much that night.

Chapter 9

Posted on 2009-07-19

Elizabeth and Darcy were both early risers. However, both were wont to wake with the sun for very different reasons.

Elizabeth woke to take her early morning walks. Still, on days when the weather forbade an outdoor excursion she did not mind taking and relishing in an extra hour or two of sleep. Though I daresay she never slept past nine in the morning in her life unless she was very ill.

Darcy also took pleasure in an early morning jaunt with, although he preferred to be atop his noble steed, Parsifal*. However, the weather never held him back from rising before dawn, even if he had not gone to sleep much earlier. Laziness, as well as disguise, was his abhorrence.

The very next morning both were quite tired from their troubled sleep. On one hand Darcy could not stop thinking of how badly he desired Elizabeth now that he'd had a small taste of her. When the first rays of the sun played on his window he rose and called for his valet. Darcy was in his study within the half hour.

We have, on the other hand, Elizabeth. She was quite torn between a great many things. She was still young and as was expected before she married, she had never even been kissed. What little she knew of the act she'd have never guessed it could be so passionate and intense. When Darcy had finally released her and she'd gone into her room she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her hair had come undone completely, her face was quite red, and she suspected her small shall was still in the hallway. Elizabeth had been absolutely mortified by the kiss. Not that it had occurred for she had quite enjoyed herself. But that it was so sudden and she was very afraid that, since she had never practiced, it was not as pleasurable for her husband and he may wait a long while before doing so again.

Elizabeth had dreamed of many things and although the dreams were quite pleasurable she had woken too many times than was her wish. Each dream ended before something, and she hazarded a guess that "something" was what would make her Darcy's wife. It definitely piqued her interest on what it may entail. However, she knew she was not ready to make that sacrifice to her husband.

Mrs. Darcy woke within five minutes of her husband and took a little longer getting dressed. She was quite famished and decided to see if anything had been laid out in the breakfast room rather than waiting for tea to be brought to her room.

Coincidentally, at almost the exact same time Mr. Darcy also heard a loud growl in his stomach that demanded sustenance. He rose from his chair and made his way to the breakfast room. Darcy took a different set of stairs than Elizabeth because he suspected everyone was still abed and did not wish to disturb anyone. Elizabeth took the make staircase and made her way through the halls to the private breakfast room. Many of the servants were still about their earliest chores, which did not include opening the curtains of some rooms just yet. So as it would happen, Elizabeth and Darcy were each moving around in a state of semi-darkness. Neither, of course, expected that they would meet with the other and even further would never have guessed they would crash into each other as their respective hallways met near the door of the breakfast room. Both were wont to walk at a rather quick pace, especially when famished, and so the impact was greater than it could have been at a normal speed of walking. Darcy's tall and muscular figure absorbed the majority of the shock created from the encounter but his wife was not so fortunate and was sent down falling backward. The collision not only knocked Elizabeth down but it startled her too. This was made quite apparent by the high-pitched scream that escaped her just a second before she realized her husband was the person she had collided with. Although Elizabeth was the unfortunate one to fall, it was also quite fortunate that her handsome and strong husband had the fastest of reflexes and caught her quite easily before she touched the floor.

The position it left them in was quite awkward. Darcy had someone turned himself and knelt in order to catch Elizabeth and his arms had received her directly behind her knees at the bend in her leg and his right arm caught her squarely on her back. Darcy had yet to release her and so when they spoke his sturdy and the most welcoming arms were still supporting her.

"William!" Elizabeth said as she found herself in the arms of her husband and looking him directly in the eye.

Darcy gave her an absolutely brilliant smile as he realized the benefits of the situation they now saw themselves in. Elizabeth was momentarily stunned as she saw his glorious smile and was completely dazzled by it. Darcy shifted his position and stood up with Elizabeth in his arms still. He said nothing as he brought her up further to be within an inch or two from his face. He then brought her even further and captured the smile beginning to form on her face with his lips. The kiss was by no means lacking in passion or fervor but their current position left it a little harder to match the exuberance of the previous night's encounter. However, both were quite satisfied with the kiss and so were quite content to move onto their next activity of eating. Darcy carried Elizabeth to her seat, gave her a final firm kiss on the lips, and deposited her in her respective seat. All he said to her in reply to her stating of his name was

"Good Morning, Mrs. Darcy."

In turn Elizabeth said breathlessly, "Good Morning."

The Earl and Lady of Matlock continued their stay for another week in complete contentedness. Lady Matlock seemed constant in at the very least a polite pleasantness
The Darcy's abandoned their own personal routines of riding or walking and found it quite enjoyable to spend their mornings much as they did the morning of their collision. In the sennight following, all occupants of Pemberley fell into an agreeable routine.

On one such morning Darcy received a letter from his sister.

"Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley will be returning by the end of the week," said Darcy as Elizabeth was taking a sip of her tea, of which a near mouthful landed on her lap at her surprise from Darcy's outburst. Darcy could not help but smile and hold back a small laugh at what he believed to be Elizabeth's anxiety or the Wickham ordeal.

"All will be well, Elizabeth. I shall speak with Georgiana. She very rarely holds a grudge. She understands you were not trying to wound her feelings, but mine. I am sure it shall pass the moment she walks in the door."

Elizabeth only smiled at her husband as her insides felt as though they would melt away in anxiety. Georgiana coming home would mean Darcy would be angrier than he had been before when they told him the truth. However, Elizabeth saw the slightest bit of hope that Darcy never need know what truly transpired. She felt nervous, still, but a bit more hopeful that things could progress as Darcy believed they would. She still had a knot in her stomach at the guilt of lying to Darcy when he had generously forgiven her for the fault he still and would likely always believe she had committed against him and his sister.

Elizabeth's anxiety grew with each passing day as Georgiana's return came nearer. Darcy had noticed that Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying every time he kissed her and so made it a habit to do more. They met as usual right before breakfast and Darcy wanted to show her his support for her. He knew she was very anxious and nervous for Georgiana's homecoming. His sister was supposed to have arrived the previous evening but it had been quite rainy and so the roads were not to be traveled on. She sent an express from an inn an hour or so away saying she would arrive the next morning around nine for breakfast. Darcy and Elizabeth had agreed to meet a little earlier in order to spend a little more time privately together.

To show his support he kissed her more passionately than usual. Elizabeth responded quite well to this and grew guiltier by the second. She pulled away when she could not take the remorse any longer. It was wrong to be thinking of Georgiana while kissing her husband but she could not help it and Darcy could almost read her mind.

"Elizabeth, are you nervous?"

"You have no idea."

"I swear to you. All will be well between you two. I will not let either one of you be hurt again. You two are the most important people in my life and I could not bear to see either one of you suffer. You need not fear any anger on my part either. I love you Elizabeth. More than I ever thought could be possible. My love for you grows stronger by the second if it is even possible to grow. It surpasses all thoughts I ever had about it and it will never waver. Even if you do not ever love me in return I will love you forever and never another in your place." Darcy's voice had grown consistently huskier with every word that passed beyond his lips. He had moved closer to Elizabeth and his final words and been but a whisper. He embraced her and then kissed her most gently on the forehead and said softly, "I love you, Elizabeth Darcy."

Without even realizing what had passed from her mouth when it came out Elizabeth said, "I love you, too."

Darcy broke apart from his embrace and looked her directly in the eye.

"Elizabeth, I realize what I said may have been a lot. Please do not feel the need to say it in return when you do not feel it," he said softly.

"I do. I do feel it. I love you Fitzwilliam Darcy."

The moment the words came out of her mouth Darcy attacked her lips. What followed next was more than Elizabeth had ever anticipated could be achieved by two mouths and two sets of arms. She found herself pinned against the wall, imprisoned by his arms, and there was absolutely no space between their bodies. Their passionate escapade was brought to a close when they were interrupted with a very distinct

"Ahem."

Darcy and Elizabeth abruptly stopped what they were doing and turned to see who their audience consisted of. It was Lady Matlock.

Darcy simply bowed and said politely "Good Morning, aunt." He then left Elizabeth and his aunt in the hallway. Elizabeth only curtsied and followed Darcy into the breakfast room. Lady Marie followed them and said with a very mischievous smile and the most personality Elizabeth had seen from her.

"I believe I shall take my breakfast in my room. Your uncle Henry will, too, I think. Would you do me the favour of sending it up, Elizabeth?" asked Lady Marie

"Of course, madam."

Lady Marie made her exit with a small chuckle and there was a rather awkward silence that followed in her wake. However within a minute Elizabeth heard a stifled laugh come from the direction of her husband. She looked at him and the look on his face made her dissolve into a fit of uproarious laughter. Darcy's face was contorted into a stern look with a hint of a frown and smile while he tried to hold back his laughter in what they had just been caught doing. Elizabeth thought the look was absolutely hysterical while still looking absolutely adorable on her husband's face. She laughed at both his expression and the situation in which they had found themselves, also.

When both of them had caught their breath by the time a butler came in with the morning's post. Darcy took his letters off the tray first and then handed Elizabeth's to her. She took them and went through them. There was a letter from her mother that related some of the gossip and news from Meryton. There were invitations from gossip hungry neighbors in and around Derbyshire that were most likely hoping to get a glimpse of the new Mrs. Darcy. She was looking through her mother's letter again when Darcy began speaking to her.

"Elizabeth I have just received a letter from a gentleman that I have previously bought a horse from. I had sent him an enquiry because I bought Georgiana's mare from him." Darcy waited for a response from Elizabeth so he might know how to proceed.

"How interesting. Does Georgiana enjoy riding as much as her brother?"

"Indeed. It is, in fact, part of the Darcy history. My father had me on a pony before I was walking and on my first stallion at age five," Darcy replied with a small burst of pride coming through.

He continued in his small speech. "I made an inquiry to this man because I wish to purchase a mare with a similar disposition for you."

"I do not know how to ride and am dreadfully scared of horses, sir. I am afraid it would make a sorry life for this mare if I never rode her."

"I am aware of your fears and was able to help Georgiana overcome hers. I wonder if you would let me try to do the same for you. I would have you learn on a very
gentle old mare we have in the stables now and it would be nothing more than a walk in a fenced area. However, if you truly have no wish to learn I fully understand and will never say another word on this again."

"I am up to the challenge so long as you are always with me."

"I will never leave your side. I promise." Darcy said most solemnly.

"Then I am very happy to let you teach me how to ride of horses. I will only ask you to try and be patient with me. I am very frightened of horses and it may take a few attempts to even get me into the stables and into a riding habit."

"I shall endeavor to be as patient as a statue."

Both of them chuckled, smiled at the other, and then resumed eating their breakfast and reading their respective letters. Elizabeth saw that she had missed one and it was from Charlotte Collins.

My dear Lizzy,

Forgive me for disturbing you in your earliest and most important months of matrimony but I found something of yours that I believe you would want. My husband and I are finally settled into Longbourn and I try to be happy for his sake but my guilt that you were forced to give up your home for me consumes me nearly everyday. Lady Catherine was kind enough to bestow us with a small visit and insist I change so many things. Mr. Collins is very adamant that we obey her commands but I simply cannot change the lovely home your family built so quickly. However, there is one room I find I must change without much of a choice. After I related certain news to my husband he set the servants about clearing what was yours and Jane's chamber. I came home from visiting my family and he had already cleared so much out I could not convince him to stop. I insisted I take over as it is my duty and he most obligingly stopped and continued with his work in the garden. The news I speak of it the most joyous and I hope you will forgive the changes made to your room, as an additional member of my new family will soon occupy it. As clever as you are I am sure you have already concluded what news I speak of but, only to be sure, I am currently expecting my first child. Oh, Elizabeth, I am so very happy and hope to be able to see you before my confinement, as I am sure I will not travel for some time afterwards.
I have digressed much from my original intent of this letter and will now tell you what I spoke of earlier. After I took over the preparations of the nursery I found something that must have fallen from you belongings before you left Longbourn. It is a small envelope sealed with wax addressed to a 'Miss Elizabeth Bennet.' I have enclosed it, as I am sure you will want to read it. I miss you, my dear friend, and pray for your health and happiness in marriage.

Yours &etc.
Charlotte Collins

The moment Elizabeth was done with Charlotte's letter it registered with her what the enclosed letter must be. She moved her hand back in the envelope Charlotte had sent her missive in and there it was. Darcy's hand was unmistakable and she nearly tore it open there. However, she overcame her impulse lest Darcy see what she was reading for the first time. She picked it up and stood from her seat.

"Would you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course, is everything well?"

"Yes, of course. I find that Charlotte's letter has reminded me of something very important."

However just as Elizabeth moved close to the doorway Mrs. Reynolds came in.

"Miss. Darcy has arrived, sir. The carriage is now arriving in the lane."

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. We will be right out," replied Darcy. "Elizabeth I will make apologies to Georgiana if you errand is very important."

"Oh no, it can wait." Elizabeth put the letters down and went on the arm of her husband to greet their sister.

Darcy led Elizabeth out to the lane where the carriage was pulling up. It was quite sunny and unseasonably warm for late September. Elizabeth had no idea how Georgiana was going to cover up the fact that nothing ill had passed between them. She waited as Darcy went to open the carriage door for the women. Darcy handed his sister and Mrs. Annesley down from the carriage and Georgiana threw her arms around her brother.

"Oh I have miss you so much!" she said.

"We have all missed you here at Pemberley, Georgie. Aunt Marie and Uncle Henry are here and are anxious to see you. As is someone else," Darcy directed his hand at Elizabeth who was standing a few feet behind them. Georgiana released her brother and walked over to Elizabeth. Mrs. Annesley went into the house and left the greetings to the new family. What happened next was a great surprise to Darcy and not a very great one to Elizabeth. Georgiana also embraced her and Elizabeth visibly relaxed, as she knew all would turn out as she had hoped.

"Well it seems you two have forgiven each other quickly enough. All the better as it is a beautiful day and it would be a shame to miss out on it," Darcy said as he viewed his sister and his wife.

"There was nothing to forgive brother, you know that," Georgiana said quite seriously.

"I do and am very glad you are wise enough to see the truth of it," came Darcy's reply in awe of his sister's newfound wisdom.

What Elizabeth saw before her eyes was a very tempting sight. Everything had the chance to go away. She knew Darcy needed to know the truth but figured it was too
early to spoil his entire day. She would confess later after having a chance to speak with Georgiana.

Both ladies walked into the house on an arm of a man they loved in their own way. Members of their group were quite content for the time being and decided it would be a lovely day.

"There is one more letter which I left un-read in the breakfast room which I must attend to. There is still some fresh pastries left, Georgiana, and tea if you wish."

"I thank you but we ate at the inn this morning. I will go freshen up and meet you both in an hour or so?"

"Very well. Elizabeth, what shall you do?"

"I think I shall have one more cup of tea and then send Charlotte a reply, perhaps."

"In an hour then, Georgie." Darcy said.

Darcy and Elizabeth walked arm in arm into the breakfast room for the second time that morning.

"I am very glad how well that turned out. I told you it would all be well, did I not?" Darcy asked.

"Indeed you did, sir. I am very glad you were right." Elizabeth smiled. Darcy was just about to sit down when something caught his eye. Elizabeth wondered why he
stopped so abruptly and saw he was staring at something. She followed his line of sight to the table where her letters from Charlotte were sitting. His eyes were clearly focused on the one to the right of her plate.

It was a medium sized letter which was completely unmistakable because of the neat and distinct handwriting on its front. It was addressed, most obviously, to Miss Elizabeth Bennet and was clearly from Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Elizabeth's heart sunk as she watched, almost in slow motion, as her husband walked over to it. He picked it up to be sure, but both knew there was no reason not to be positive that this was, in fact, the letter that had caused so much grief the past weeks.
Darcy said nothing as he turned and began to walkout of the room and left Elizabeth with tears in her eyes in his wake.

"William?" she asked quietly.

"Not now," his tone brooking absolutely no opposition. His tone was something she had never heard from him before. He did not sound angry, hurt, or upset. It sounded
like nothing. There was no emotion in his voice as he addressed her and then walked out of the room. She followed him slightly to the door and watched him as he walked out of the house completely.

Elizabeth was petrified. If and when she found out she knew it would have been much better of she had gone to him to tell the truth. Now he would have no way of knowing if she ever meant to tell him.

What little credit she would have from him had vanished because he had seen her try and hide the letters upstairs right before Georgiana's arrival. Lizzy knew not what to do but hoped the person she had in mind would have some suggestions.

Meanwhile, Darcy went outside and continued to walk for quite some time. He had no direction or sense of his surroundings. The trees, hills, and streams passed by him. It was quite humid out and after an hour he began to feel the effects of the heat. He stopped eventually and sat under the shade of a large poplar tree. His thoughts were racing and it was very difficult to focus on any certain detail of what just happened.

What did I miss? She said she'd read the letter and obviously hasn't. She had no chance to speak to Georgiana but there seemed to be no tension in their reunion. She knew about Wickham but has not read the letter. It is too farfetched to be a coincidence. Had Wickham told her what happened? Good Lord, this is most frustrating!

Elizabeth had gone up the three flights of stairs to the servants' wing and was now to be found knocking on a door she had been brought to when this whole incident had first begun. She was admitted entry and sat down opposite her housekeeper.

"Mrs. Reynolds. I believe I am back where I started the last time we spoke privately."

"Mr. Darcy has found out?"

"Indeed he has and it was quite apparent how unhappy he was with the outcome. He walked out the main door and as I watched in the window I saw him continue to walk until he disappeared amidst the trees. I fear I am back here asking you the same advice, hoping it will work in a more permanent fashion that my last mistake did."

"I see. May I ask how Mr. Darcy found out?"

"My friend Mrs. Collins returned the letter to me, which I had left at my old home, by post. I then left it on the table when we went to greet Georgiana and he spied it when we walked back into the breakfast room. I was quite stunned that he saw it and did not have time to try and explain it to him."

"Mrs. Darcy I am heartily sorry my previous advice has landed you in a second predicament of the same kind. I am flattered you have come to me for advice, again, but seeing the consequences of it I wonder if any further counsel on my part would only lead you further from the things that you want."

"Mrs. Reynolds you know this house and Mr. Darcy better than anyone. You know very well you are the only person who could offer my reliable advice."

"Miss Darcy?"

"Although Miss Darcy is involved I am now convinced that this is only going to be resolved by my husband and myself."

"It is, indeed, a most personal matter now."

As this conversation had been happening Elizabeth was feeling the tension of it more and more deeply. This morning she had declared her love to her husband and she had meant it most sincerely. Their wedding day she had committed and error that left them angry and now on an equally happy day she had done the same thing of sorts. She earnestly hoped that future momentous and joyous days would not be ruined by dramatic episodes such as these.

Elizabeth was almost desperate as she whispered, "What can I do to fix this?"

"I am afraid I have very little advice but what I can offer I truly pray will be of some service. I hope you will not take offense, as I mean no disrespect toward Mr. Darcy, however I believed his initial reaction to your last predicament was beneath him. I said before that Mr. Darcy is a reasonable and rational man and I believe him to be still. He is a wonderful brother to Miss Darcy and from what I have seen lately he has been an equally wonderful husband. He respects you, Mrs. Darcy. The servants are not blind to his opinion of you and the only gossip I have heard since the beginning is how well he thinks of you and how he clearly sees you as an equal to himself in all ways. I think you should hold him to his own principles."

"You mean demand he forgive me?"

"I think you know the master will not respond well to being demanded of anything."

"Then what should I do?"

"As you say, Mrs. Darcy, it is now a matter between you and your husband," Mrs. Reynolds smiled.

"Indeed it is. Thank you. Mrs. Reynolds."

Mrs. Reynolds smiled as Elizabeth left and inwardly prayed she had not led her master's young wife astray.

Elizabeth went next to her newest sister's room. She knocked and was immediately admitted with excited enthusiasm from Georgiana.

"Is it not wonderful, Elizabeth? All will be well!"

"I am afraid that is quite impossible, Georgiana."

"How do you mean?"

"Mrs. Collins returned the letter, which I left at home, in a letter of her own. Your brother just found it."

"I must speak to Fitzwilliam! He is ridiculous!"

"Please, Georgiana, sit down. I would only ask one thing of you."

"Of course."

"Do not act as though you know it has occurred. It is high time I took responsibility for everything that has happened. Fitzwilliam is not without fault, but it is not between us."

"But if he will not listen to you then perhaps I could persuade him – "

"I beg you would not. Let me handle this."

"Do you think you can mend things, Elizabeth?"

"I certainly hope so, Georgie. Otherwise we are in for a long ride."

Elizabeth thanked her sister for her cooperation and went to the garden to sit. She could always think clearly out of doors and hoped the sunny skies would not fail her.

Fitzwilliam Darcy knew Pemberley's woods and scenery like he knew every detail of those things most dear to him in the world. His mother and father's faces were etched on his memory for eternity. The first time he ever beheld his little sister. An ugly mess of redness and screams but he had been as happy as if it had been his own daughter. He felt a bond so close to her and it blossomed over the years as she became not only his sister but very much like a daughter to him. He knew his parents would have done a far better job raising her in the most trying years of her life but he was very proud of the young woman she had become despite her disappointing past. He knew very well though that he could never be anything like a father to her because she was, after all, his wonderful and darling sister.

Although he told no one, his horse was a very important part of his being. Parsifal knew more secrets about him that anyone ever would. He was a silent listener, incapable of judgment when he disappointed his sister by his inability to have a distinct opinion on something like a muslin or silk gown.

He loved his horse, the grounds of Pemberley, the house, his sister, and his long passed parents. He knew this and in their respective way all things dear to him knew their importance to him. However, none of these things could now stake a claim to his innermost being. The thing that made him smile like a giddy child, his heart race, and the thing that made him stop dead in his tracks the moment it came into view.

No, he loved many things. But his Elizabeth was the thing he loved most in the world. Her smile made him smile. Her eyes, when met with his, made time stop. The utter contentedness that encompassed him knowing that she was anywhere near him was more than enough to satisfy any earthly desire he was ever to have. He loved her. It was nowhere near simple but he simply loved her and that was enough for any man.

Darcy took out the thing that had caused him so much grief. The letter. He had written it in such anger and resentment he wondered how Elizabeth could ever have stomached it. It then dawned on him that this could not have happened because she had not read it. There was the trouble. She said she had and knew of Wickham's character. What was going on?

Darcy stood and walked back to the house with a single purpose. He needed confidence. No more repressed feelings and grim anger. He needed his wife more than anything in the world. He knew a little of what hurt he had caused her after his initial anger some weeks before and would not be caught doing the same thing again when he promised never to hurt her again.

Darcy made his way back to the house as quick as the heat would take him. Elizabeth's face and smile were saturated on his mind so potently at the present that he tripped and stumbled many times over roots and rocks he had no care to see. As fast as he walked, nearly running, the heat soon became a little too much for even so sturdy a man as Fitzwilliam Darcy. He soon slowed and a few wayward thoughts began to replace Elizabeth in his mind. His desire for her was growing by the day as was his body temperature at the present. He decided a quick jump in the lake would be quite sufficient to cool his body as well as his ardor. He returned to walking in a disheveled state but it would have to do for now. He continued walking until the gardens came into view, as did the one thing he wanted most in the world.

Elizabeth Darcy could not think of what to do when she saw her husband. She had spent the last hour or so pacing the garden in the hope that the perfect line would come to her often-brilliant mind. As she was pacing she heard a rustling of leaves behind her. Her mind was most unprepared for what awaited her eyes upon looking.

Elizabeth had always thought her husband handsome, especially when he smiled. The feast of a man that awaited her gaze was something that made her heart stop for the quickest of moments. His shirt was wet which gave way to the outline of the hardest and most chiseled of chests she had even seen. Although she had never actually seen a man's body this way before she knew there could very few who were better specimens of masculinity than the Fitzwilliam Darcy standing before her.

Their eyes did eventually meet and, for both, time did stop. No words came to Elizabeth's mouth other than

"Mr. Darcy"

"Mrs. Darcy" was all that she received in reply verbally. What followed next was something she had dared not hope for. She was startled when he almost ran at her, but was quite relieved when the only attack was the assault that was launched upon her lips and body by his mouth and hands. She returned his passion and quite unceremoniously did some searching of his person with her own hands.

Eventually the need for oxygen did get the better of the pair and both were quite out of breath when their small escapade came to a conclusion.

"William, I am so sorry – "
Darcy put his hand up and said, "Elizabeth, not today I beg of you. Let us not spoil the rest of this beautiful day. Let us go in to Georgiana and hear of her travels in London.

Tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

"Tomorrow," was the reply of his wife. William took his wife's hand and brought it to his lips, deposited it safely in the crook of his arm, and they walked into their home together.

*Parsifal is the name of Darcy's horse from Sharon Lathan's fabulous work Two Shall Become One. It is the only name I can see for Darcy's horse after reading her book.