A King's Tapestry

A King's Tapestry -- Section I

By Karen R

This story was inspired by three things: oldies but goodies, tacky romantic comedies, and Shakespeare.

Part 1

n the evening prior to the Bennet girls return to Longbourn, Jane was sufficiently recovered to spend some time in the drawing room at Netherfield after supper. She was attended to by Mr. Bingley, who never left her side despite the entreaties of his sisters to join them in cards. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was seated on a sofa near the fireplace where the light was best for embroidering a new cushion, which she had only recently started since arriving at Netherfield to care for her sister.

Given Bingley's attachment to the elder Miss Bennet, Darcy felt he could not refuse to complete the foursome at the card table this evening. Again, Miss Elizabeth Bennet showed no interest in actually joining in the amusement although, on occasion, she had intently watched the play over his shoulder. However, this evening, Darcy thought to himself, his position at the card table afforded him an excellent view of Miss Bennet. From there, he could gaze at Miss Bennet who positively glowed in the light cast by the flames jumping in the hearth.

Playing cards with the nearly somnolent Mr. Hurst and Bingley's sisters held little interest for Darcy and rarely required more than minimal concentration on his part. If he had, instead, been at his club in Town, he would need to take the game with a greater degree of seriousness since there were stakes involved--not only monetary but his reputation. But here, in the country, at an estate, among close acquaintances, he need not worry if he did not place his full powers for concentration on the cards dealt him.

Watching her by that warm, glowing light gave him the greatest of all pleasures. She looked even better than when he met her outside of Netherfield, having walked three miles across the muddy fields from Longbourn, and her cheeks were rosy with the vigor of the exercise she had just had. He found himself to be quite content merely looking at her whenever he was able. Although she would at times glance at her sister quietly talking to Bingley on the other side of the room, Darcy could tell that she was intensely concentrating on her handiwork. He could see this concentration in the way she had furrowed her brow and pursed her lips, while delicately weaving the needle back and forth through the fabric. Every so often, she would raise her ring finger of her left hand to her lips after having pricked it with the needle. Darcy was mesmerized by the performance he was watching and when ever she pricked her finger, he shuddered with both pain and pleasure, wishing he were that finger and that he were able to brush softly against her lips.

"Are we playing cards here?" Mr. Hurst interjected. "I believe you are light, Darcy."

"What is the amount? Shall we continue?" Darcy replied after sliding several chips into the center of the table.

Caroline, noting the abruptness with which Darcy had replied, glanced about the room to see what had taken over his interest. From her vantage point, all she could see were Jane and her brother engaged in some discussion and Eliza Bennet sitting on the sofa in a singular, but highly prosaic manner. She was not certain how she felt about the growing affection she noted in her brother's relationship with the elder Bennet girl. Jane was a sweet girl and quite a pleasant surprise given her low connections. But she had seen Charles with other equally pretty girls at the various balls they attended for many years.

Caroline noted that Jane's eyes were cast downward and that her brother's smile broadened as the evening progressed. Caroline thought that she must monitor the situation more carefully and, perhaps, enlist the aid of her sister Louisa. In the past, these affections lasted barely a fortnight. However, with Charles' lease on Netherfield, they would be in the Bennet girls' society for much longer. Fortunately, she thought, they would be departing tomorrow after breakfast. She knew she could contain herself for that length of time.

Now the status of the other Miss Bennet had given Caroline some cause for concern. She had seen Darcy paying Eliza Bennet more attention than she felt warranted her place in society. But she knew Darcy well enough not to take it too seriously--even his comments about her fine eyes. Her brother had been friends with Darcy long enough for her to understand that his heart was ruled by his head. Miss Bennet's low connections could never tempt Darcy in a serious manner. It must be some affairs of business, she thought to herself. There is nothing in this room to capture his attention. Surely, there is nothing in this county to capture his attention.

Having made an appropriate play on this hand, Darcy returned to his thoughts on Miss Bennet, while gazing at her. His companions at the card table appeared not to notice that he was not fully concentrating on the game and were otherwise engaged in inconsequential conversation.

On the other evenings at Netherfield, Darcy had attempted to converse with Miss Bennet and even to compliment her. But she never seemed to acknowledge his regard in the manner in which it was given. He did not understand her responses to even the most cordial of inquiries. He did not believe she was a flirtatious female, the type he encountered at most social events, who said one thing but meant another. Elizabeth Bennet was different. He could see this. She had not that false façade that only years of London society could provide and what Caroline Bingley seemed to think defined an accomplished woman.

He recollected with amusement the conversation they had about accomplished women on her first evening at Netherfield. Her surprise at his claiming to know half a dozen women who met his requirements was acutely felt. Had he not been the primary object for her piercing rejoinder, he would have admiringly responded with 'Touché! A hit, a very palpable hit.' He liked a good battle of wits, as most of his close friends would acknowledge, but he did not understand why she chose to engage him in this manner. However, if that is how it must be, then so be it. Those types of defenses may prove difficult to breach, but are not impossible, he thought to himself.

Elizabeth Bennet had come very close to exhausting his good humor and perhaps igniting his ire on another evening in the drawing room. What was truly remarkable was that, from Darcy's perspective, the evening had started out with such promise. Caroline Bingley had some how convinced Miss Bennet to accompany her while she took a turn about the room. The two ladies were in fine form as they paraded about the room arm in arm. Darcy had always enjoyed a parade even as a child, so he put down his book and stared at the sight they made. Miss Bingley, in trying to convince Darcy to join them in this activity, obtained a blunt and honest answer to her invitation, which vexed her greatly. She asked Miss Bennet if she knew of a proper punishment for Mr. Darcy, which led to the exchange of some accusatory words between Miss Bennet and Darcy. The recollection of the exchange that evening was not pleasant, despite his attempts to cast his remarks in a light and amusing way. From the grave expression on her face, she was not amused.

He needed to find some other means to show her that she had taken a poor measure of him. Why, just the other evening as they were once again engaged in various activities in the drawing room, Miss Bingley had favored the group with some entertainment on the piano-forte. When she began to play a lively Scotch air, Darcy seized the moment in the hopes of rescuing a dull evening by engaging Miss Bennet in dancing a reel. One would have thought that he had proposed something improper from the reply he received. Her response positively astounded him and at the same time bewitched him. She willfully continued to misunderstand him.

What accounted for her behavior? While attempting to affront him with baseless accusations as to his intent, her eyes could not hide the sweetness and sparkle that lay underneath the surface. This was a challenge, a challenge he continued to think was worth his while. This was certainly an act, but he was not provided with a script.

"Darcy, I believe it is your move again," said Mr. Hurst.

Quickly surveying what lay on the table, Darcy did in fact think to himself, 'yes, it is my move again,' but he instead took a card from his hand and laid it on the table to his partner's consternation. Obviously, this card did not follow suit and was not trumps. He could claim that his mind was engaged in business and had not been following closely to the play. Oh, what did he really care about this silly game for persons with nothing more substantial to do.

Darcy mulled over his options. If he did not continue to play, then the game would be over and Caroline Bingley would likely insist on his attentions. He could not seek out the company of Bingley because this would interfere with the only real evening of happiness Bingley had since Jane Bennet's unplanned stay. He could not beg off to write to his sister, since they were all aware that he had already done so the other evening and Georgiana had not yet replied. As he had only one palatable option available to him, he made his move.

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Part 2

Darcy approached Miss Bennet, who was quietly engaged in her embroidery. He looked at the fireplace attempting to begin a conversation with her but was unable to form those words that would, presumably, elicit a reply from her. Elizabeth, sitting on the sofa, glanced up at Mr. Darcy with an air of curiosity and some amusement. Knowing that his taciturn disposition could be ignored or engaged, she decided on this last evening at Netherfield to take the latter course.

"Mr. Darcy, do we not have a magnificent fire in here this evening?"

"Given the conditions out of doors, I would say that it is most appropriate to have a roaring fire to warm us."

"I find that a most evasive answer, Mr. Darcy."

"I do not follow, Miss Bennet."

"I believe I asked whether the fire was magnificent."

"And did I not reply appropriately and to your satisfaction?"

"You did not reply at all."

"Miss Bennet, I know I spoke and I believe I formed words that were a reply to your question."

"No, I'm afraid you did not. You said 'I would say that it is most appropriate.' That is not an answer. It is conditional and my question could be answered with a simple yes or no."

"Miss Bennet, I believe you place too much emphasis on mere words. I have observed that most people give little thought to them before they are uttered."

"Is that a behavior that people such as ourselves should emulate?"

"No, I did not intend that this discourse should be taken in that light. I make no allusions to being as wise as Mr. Fordyce. It was merely an observation on how one should not take all comments so seriously as if their speaker had a grand plan and were preaching in front of his congregation."

"So, you would advise me to not take any comments you make at face value?"

"No, no. That is not what I meant." This is not going well...Not only am I preaching at her, I am showing her how little humor I have. "Perhaps, when we have a better understanding of one another's character then it will be evident how much meaning to attach to words spoken in idle conversation. But I see you have not been idle here, Miss Bennet."

"I have been taught not to be idle. It is the great misfortune of our time that so many young people have little of value to occupy themselves."

"Yes, Miss Bennet, on that we are in agreement. I could not help but note that you sought out the light of this magnificent fire to illuminate the cushion you are embroidering."

"That is correct, Mr. Darcy. I find that, while sunlight is by far the best light to do this type of work, I find myself unable to sit down during the day to pursue it. I too much enjoy a pleasant walk through the countryside or to the village while conditions allow such activities."

"Yes, I have observed that."

"Unfortunately, the inclement winter weather will soon be upon us and, when I am not improving my mind by extensive reading, I shall be doing quite a bit of this. So, I look at this as just a way to provide some exercise for my fingers."

"Miss Bennet, it has occurred to me that it is quite accepted for men to be tailors, but we never see men engaged in doing fine embroidery. Why do you think that is the case?"

"Oh, sir, I do not think the male hand is well-suited for this type of activity."

"Miss Bennet, you may be surprised to learn what a male hand can do if given the slightest encouragement."

"Perhaps, I am not explaining this properly. This is a skill, a skill which requires much practice and delicacy of touch."

"Madam, I do understand your meaning but it would appear that you have set your mind to accept only one account and that being your own."

"Sir, you apparently believe that I am making a judgment without having full knowledge of all the facts."

"Yes, that is a fair assessment."

Elizabeth's eyes looked quizzically at Darcy. Of what he was speaking she did not have a clue. "Sir, would you be able to provide me with the facts that I should possess before rendering my judgment?"

"Yes, I would be able," Darcy replied in all seriousness.

"Would you be inclined to provide me with some illustration or demonstration of the accuracy of this information?"

"Yes, Miss Bennet, I would be very much inclined to prove its veracity by a demonstration." This comment caused Darcy to begin playing with a ring on his little finger as his eyes searched the floor for something, anything but Miss Bennet's face. He did not think that he could maintain his composure much longer.

"Then, I do not understand why you will not present me with the facts."

"Because you asked me whether I would be able to provide you with the facts. That is a conditional question and, although I have answered that I would be very much inclined and able to provide you with the information you desire, the conditions definitely are not right."

Lizzy could see Mr. Darcy attempting to keep the amusement from showing on his face But at what was he amused? At her? At something he had said that she had not understood. He must take her for a fool. Yes, that was it. It would appear that her education was lacking in some area and she would have to rectify that. Perhaps, her father would be able to enlighten her. He might even have a book on the subject in his library....

"Mr. Darcy, you puzzle me exceedingly and if it were not for the lateness of the hour I would not allow this conversation to end without obtaining my satisfaction. However, as Jane and I will be departing after breakfast, I fear that I must retire for the evening."

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Part 3

Elizabeth Bennet gathered up her embroidery materials and placed them in her kit as Darcy remained at her side. He did not seem to want to move. As she made to stand up, she felt a wave of nausea rise within her. Her head began pounding and the heat she felt was more than that generated by the fire. Clutching the arm of the sofa, she attempted to steady herself, not wishing to call attention to what ever was ailing her. She thought to herself that she would recover in a few minutes and make her way out of the room. Fortunately, she also thought, Mr. Darcy had not observed her slight hesitation.

In a few minutes, Elizabeth felt in control of herself to attempt to leave the room again. She decided that what she must have was some fresh air. The room had been rather warm and the air somewhat stagnant. Fresh air would provide her the necessary cure.

She could not see that the color had drained from her face as Darcy had. With some resolve on her part, she let go of the sofa and began to exit the room. However, within two to three steps of the sofa, the room began to spin in front of her eyes. She heard the others' voices growing in volume and their faces blending into one. She felt her legs failing her. . . .

Because Darcy had continued to watch her, Elizabeth fell into his arms instead of on to the floor. He had seen how flushed she was at one point and then how her face had become as white as a sheet the next. This could not be some type of affectation. Nor could it have been caused by sitting too close to the fire. Miss Bennet appeared to be ill. But it came on so suddenly; this was definitely strange, Darcy thought.

The scene did not go wholly unnoticed by the others in the drawing room In fact, it would be difficult to imagine a scene in which a woman swoons into a gentleman's arms that did not cause some reaction. Caroline Bingley, who had been surreptitiously monitoring the private conversation between Darcy and Elizabeth, sprang out of her chair. Since she could not single-handedly relieve Darcy of the burden he held in his arms, she alerted the rest of the party to her dilemma.

Jane and Bingley rushed over to the rather limp Elizabeth who rested on the sofa, where Darcy had laid her down. Jane touched Elizabeth's brow and felt the burning fever that had caused Elizabeth to swoon. She knew not any other symptoms Lizzy might have, but she could at least provide that answer.

Caroline and Mrs. Hurst left the drawing room for a few minutes and returned with a servant, carrying a water pitcher and a tray with several cloths on it.

"I do not believe that Miss Bennet here is ill. She is most likely suffering the effects of inactivity and sitting too close to the fire," Caroline announced to the group, with her sister nodding in agreement. "I expect that she will recover in a few minutes and I doubt if anyone's plans will need to be changed tomorrow."

Jane Bennet said nothing to Miss Bingley's comment and took the pitcher of water to her sister. She immersed the cloths in the water and applied them to Lizzy's brow. Lizzy moved her head slowly and began to make slight moaning sounds.

Charles watched and paced around the room before answering his sister. "Caroline, I do not think we should make too rash a decision here. Miss Bennet does not give the appearance of having fainted from the heat. I believe that we should wait until morning and see how she fares."

"Charles, if I did not express myself adequately, that is what I did intend," Caroline quickly added.

Darcy too said nothing. He stood behind Jane though, ready to lend assistance if the need should arise.

At this point, Jane finally responded to Caroline. "We will likely not know the cause of my sister's condition until later. I am sure that Miss Bingley cares as much for my sister's well-being as I. However, until she is comfortably situated in her room, I fear, she can not truly rest nor recover from what ever ails her. So I must request some assistance in moving my sister up to her room."

Darcy did not hesitate. To Miss Bingley's great shock and horror, he took Miss Bennet in his arms and carried her up to her room, where he deposited her in the care of her sister and the maid.

He returned to the drawing room where there sat a dejected Bingley all alone.

"Bingley, you were misled."

"I am sorry, Darcy, what did you say?"

"You were misled."

"Perhaps, the excitement of the evening has been too much, but I am not following your drift."

"When you leased Netherfield, you were most likely led to believe that it would provide a good haven for leisurely activities and some respite from the pressures of London society."

"So, in your opinion, how was I misled?"

"Were you told that Netherfield also served as the county hospital or convalescent home?"

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Knowing the joke that was intended, Bingley replied, "Oh, Darcy, it is quite astounding, is it not? But, at least, our patients are the two most beautiful girls in Hertfordshire. Would you not agree?"

Not wishing to divulge his true feelings to Bingley, Darcy gave him an incredulous look and remarked, "Do you ever see beyond their looks, man?"

"Of course, I am not a fool. I may be several years younger than you, Darcy, but I am well aware that looks do not last forever."

"I am glad to hear it. And does Miss Jane Bennet have more than surface beauty to recommend her?"

"I believe she does, but I will need more time in her company. Despite being a guest in my home, the circumstances have conspired to keep her apart from me."

"How is that?"

"When she was ill, I could not visit with her in her chamber. If her sister has likewise taken ill, I fear that she will not leave her side or, if Miss Elizabeth Bennet recovers by tomorrow morning, they will depart Netherfield together."

"Yes, I do see how circumstances have not been ideal for you. However, you must recollect that during her illness, Elizabeth Bennet was able to join us for meals and whenever her sister was resting."

"I do suppose you are correct, Darcy. I really had not paid much attention."

No, I do not suppose you had any reason to! "Come, let us have some port and see what shall happen tomorrow. There is no reason to assume the worse at this point."

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Part 4

Day 2, 10:00 a.m.

Jane Bennet entered the breakfast room at Netherfield the following morning to find the entire party already seated and discussing their plans for the day. Bingley rose quickly to greet Jane and to show her what was available on the sideboard. There, a large country breakfast had been laid out for the guests. Bingley stood ready to assist Jane by lifting the covers from the serving dishes, even though there was a footman to perform that function. Miss Bennet took little from what was offered, since ladies ate little in the presence of gentlemen.

"It is so good to finally have you join us, Miss Bennet."

"Yes, it does seem rather odd that I have been in your home for three days yet never joined you for a meal."

"Forgive me, I beg your pardon for not immediately asking after your sister. Is she any better?"

"Thank you for inquiring. I am not certain how to assess her condition. She slept very little last night. The fever it appears did not allow her to rest at all. There was considerable tossing and turning. I believe she finally fell into a more restful sleep early this morning. I have not spoken to her yet. I do not think I should disturb her."

"You are quite right. Your sister should not be disturbed. Would you not agree, Caroline? Louisa?"

Mrs. Hurst setting down her teacup replied, "Jane, dear, I would feel so much better if we could send for Mr. Jones now, rather than later. He may be detained for some reason which would, in turn, mean that your sister would not have the proper care and attention she needs. Caroline, do you not think that course of action the best?"

"Given that we are in the country and there is but--what?--one apothecary within five miles in any direction and, I am told, the closest physician is a half day's ride hence, we should not delay in consulting him," Caroline added.

During this conversation, Darcy had risen from the table and walked over to the window. Here I stand with head in hand, turn my face to the wall. He could not allow the others to see his face; they would see his concern over Miss Bennet. When he was but a small child, perhaps eight or nine, his father had told him that his face was an open book. He was advised to walk away and stare out of the window. He remembered questioning his father, stating that such behavior could be construed as rude, but his father said it was only temporary. He had never attempted to find out whether he still needed to do this but had gotten into the habit when ever he felt some emotion overtaking him.

How could I even try, I can never win. Hearing them, seeing them in the state I'm in.. . . With his back to the table, Darcy asked, "Is there nothing that can be given for her present relief?

With that question, Jane looked to Mr. Darcy gazing out of the window. She could see his reflection in the glass. But this was not the rich, unfeeling man that had offended the neighborhood and was now roundly detested by all. Instead, she saw a very solemn and perturbed face that looked as if it wanted to be elsewhere.

"Mr. Darcy," Jane answered, "I shall return to my sister presently and attend to her. When Mr. Jones arrives, we will be better able to determine what needs to be done."

A servant was dispatched to bring Mr. Jones back to Netherfield, where he consulted with both the ailing Miss Bennet and her sister. On his departure, Jane brought the news to the party assembled in the morning room, the men having canceled their major sport outing for the day until news of Miss Bennet could be ascertained.

As explanation, Jane stated, "My sister appears not to be suffering from the same malady that I had. As you will recall, I had only a sore throat and headache. Lizzy has some..er..distress...it would appear with food."

At that comment, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst looked at each other with astonishment, unable to comprehend how any genteel person could refer to such things, especially in mixed company.

"Do you mean she can not eat?" Bingley questioned.

"At present, sir, we do not know as she is refusing anything and her face paled when a tray was placed in front of her. However, Mr. Jones believes she has the same influenza which had affected several households in Meryton and he stated he would return later in the evening."

"Does Mr. Jones know how long it will take for your sister to recover from this influenza?" asked Mrs. Hurst.

"He was not certain, but he did not think this very serious. Perhaps, within two days."

Charles immediately made his desires known. "Miss Bennet must stay. Caroline, would you please write Mrs. Bennet a note to explain what has occurred and our desire for both Misses Bennet to remain until they are in good health and able to travel."

"Of course, Charles, it shall not take me but a few minutes," Caroline replied. "I shall send the note down directly. Louisa, if you could join me in my sitting room where I have my stationery?"

On leaving the gentlemen's company, Caroline whispered in her sister's ear. "This is too much to bear. First, one Bennet girl and now the other. How long shall we have to suffer with this family at every turn. We must ensure that no other Bennets, especially the mother and the sisters, will come to inquire after their health and prolong our misery. One would think that someone had put a plague upon this house!"

"But how can you ensure that this will not recur?" Louisa replied while closing the door to the sitting room. "The note you write to the Bennet family must somehow convey that they should not call here. But how to say such a thing. I know not what words could say such a thing without showing our low regard for the family."

"I think I have the answer. Yes, I believe this may be our salvation from the Bennet family." Caroline proceeded to pen a note to the Bennets, taking great care to show her fine hand in the process.

Caroline showed her note to Louisa, who nodded in agreement and began to laugh, saying: "This is masterful, Caroline. They are mere country folk. I have no doubt they will be in complete ignorance as to its true import."

Oh yes, it is too full o' the milk of human kindness, Caroline thought to herself.

When the note was about to be sealed and the sisters had composed themselves, a knock was heard at the door. Barely able to answer without resuming their laughter, Mrs. Hurst bade Caroline to answer because she had always been far more able to conceal her feelings before others.

Jane Bennet was at the door, having written her own note to her mother that she wished to be delivered along with Caroline's. Mrs. Hurst accepted the note and it was sealed inside Caroline's and given to a servant for immediate delivery to Longbourn.

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Day 2, 1:00 p.m.

The Bennet family was engaged in their midday activities when the servant from Netherfield arrived with the note from Caroline Bingley. Mary had begun practicing on the piano-forte, and Kitty and Lydia had pulled apart several of their old bonnets and were attempting to reassemble them in a manner more pleasing than as originally purchased. Mr. Bennet had already taken refuge in his library, when Mrs. Philips arrived for a visit with Mrs. Bennet. While she came especially to greet her nieces on their return from Netherfield and to hear how the Bingleys lived, she also had the latest gossip making the rounds in Meryton. Of this discourse, Mr. Bennet wanted no part. However, he was certain that Mrs. Bennet would favor him with the choicest items later during their tea.

The note was brought into the parlor by Hill, who handed it to Mrs. Bennet. Noting the Miss Bingley's lovely hand, she opened the seal, saw the second note addressed by Jane and quickly perused what Miss Bingley had written:

My dear Mrs. Bennet,
It would appear that your daughters must continue to stay at Netherfield as our guests. Last evening, Miss Eliza Bennet succumbed to a very mild incidence of the influenza. Please do not be alarmed. We did, however, take the liberty of seeking Mr. Jones for a consultation. He thought it best for both your daughters to remain at Netherfield until Miss Eliza's health returns.
I know what distress this has caused you and that you would wish to be near your daughters. However, Mr. Jones also believes that there may be some insidious contagion responsible for the illness and advises against exposing the general populace to it. Therefore, please be assured that we shall do our best to ensure Miss Eliza's comfort and complete recovery as soon as it can be achieved.
Yours ever,
Caroline Bingley

"Oh, sister, sister, is this not exactly as I had planned! Did I not encourage Lizzy to go to see Jane?

"Oh, you most certainly did, Fanny! This plan of yours is most ingenious. But do you not fear that the Bingleys will come to believe that the Bennet family has a poor constitution and that the girls are prone to illness and infirmity? They shall not want to connect with a family that produces invalids."

"Sister, some times, I wonder at you and the things you say! The girls have but trifling colds that last a mere day or so. You must recall that I did attend to Jane myself and saw the nature of her illness. Of that I am certain. But I do see your point, sister, a more serious illness would not be to our family's advantage."

"Which reminds me, Miss Bingley expressly warns against coming to Netherfield to visit your own daughters. What shall you do next?"

"I shall have to think on it for a little while. But, in the meantime, perhaps you could visit Mr. Jones and obtain some advice from him...maybe he has a powder or remedy that I could deliver myself to Netherfield. We shall see. We shall see. Wait until I tell Mr. Bennet the good news. Lady Lucas will be so envious of our good fortune. Now Jane shall have at a minimum three or four more days to make Bingley fall in love with her."

"Sister, what does the note from Jane say?"

"Oh yes, let us see. Oh it is not terribly important. She writes that Lizzy is most anxious to leave Netherfield but does not have the strength to walk out on her own two feet." That girl, does she not have a brain in her head? Why does she not listen to me? Does she not know how to be a good sister to Jane? The longer she is ill, the better Jane's chances to secure Mr. Bingley. "The rest are instructions for clothing to be sent to Netherfield. Ah, this is true, sister. We did not send very much of Jane's clothing to Netherfield before, as she was in bed and had no need for frocks. And Lizzy's clothing will not fit Jane properly. As you will recall, her dresses will be too large in the bodice for Jane."

"Yes, I dare say they will not! Lizzy does resemble our side of the family, does she not?"

"It is of no importance. In fact, it is a truth universally acknowledged that those who are true gentlemen are only interested in a lady's countenance and demeanor. Jane is by far the prettiest of the girls and her disposition could only be described as angelic."

"Let me call Hill to take attend to Jane's instructions and then you and I shall retire to my private sitting room. I believe we should start making a list."

"A list?"

"Yes, of course, sister, a list of all who shall be invited to Jane's wedding breakfast. Hill will need to pack several of the blue dresses. Jane is shown to her best advantage in blue."

"Hill, come quickly, the man from Netherfield can not stay all day. Where are you, Hill?"

With the commotion heard throughout the house, Mr. Bennet emerged from his library to inquire as to the cause. Mrs. Bennet told him of Lizzy's illness and the need for the girls to remain at Netherfield for several more days.

At this news, Mr. Bennet exclaimed, "What! My Lizzy ill? Send for the carriage, she must be fetched home at once."

"No, Mr. Bennet, she is better off where she is. Or at least Jane is."

"And what does Jane have to do with the matter?"

"Jane can now work on Mr. Bingley. Before, she was laid up in bed. Under those circumstances, she would have little opportunity to see Bingley. Which reminds me, sister, that I must provide Jane with written instructions not to spend all her time with Lizzy. Perhaps, if I counsel her to be wary of this contagion, she will spend more time downstairs with Bingley than at her sister's side."

"Excellent idea, sister! I am continually amazed at your capacity to provide for all contingencies."

At this point, Mr. Bennet was required to interrupt once again, "But Mrs. Bennet, I was speaking of Lizzy. It is surely wrong to trespass on our new neighbor."

"Why? I do not see why it is wrong? As you have just said, he is a neighbor and his kindness to Jane and Lizzy will become known to the neighborhood. This could only improve his reputation."

"But Netherfield is only three miles away. It is not as if the journey back to Longbourn would be injurious to her recovery?"

"Mr. Bennet, you are always favoring Lizzy. This is highly selfish of you. Please, for my sake and the sake of my poor nerves, allow me to see to the welfare of my daughters."

"Since your nerves have been invoked, I will interfere no more. But I warn you, Mrs. Bennet, if Bingley does not come to Longbourn to ask for Jane's hand within two days or we receive word that Lizzy's health has not improved within the same period of time, we shall revisit this issue. I believe I have several pieces of correspondence to read, so I shall return to the library." With that Mr. Bennet left the room.

"Do you see, sister, how I am resisted at every turn? But mark, my words, I shall have three daughters married before the new year."

"That can not be. The new year is but a few months away."

As Mrs. Bennet turned away from her sister and began to make her way to her own sitting room, she thought to herself: 'Ah, to be cursed with having received the greatest share of wits in the Gardiner family!'

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Day 2, 1:00 p.m.

Jane returned to her sister's room and, finding Lizzy awake, sat down to spend the remainder of the day with her or at least until it was time to dress for dinner.

"Lizzy, I was terribly worried about you. You were tossing and turning most of the night and very feverish."

"Yes, I feel as though I did not sleep at all last night . . . and . . . then stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time. There's something wrong here, there can be no denying."

"Was it the fever?"

"Perhaps, but I was having this strange and disturbing dream."

"Really?? You must tell me about it."

"I do not think I can at present. I must sort it out."

"Can we not sort it out . . . together?"

Nodding her head to indicate, no, Lizzy said, "for now, I will tell you that it concerned Mr. Darcy."

"Mr. Darcy? You must be joking, Lizzy. Why Mr. Darcy? You have said you dislike him so?"

"The only explanation I have as to why I would have a dream about Mr. Darcy is that, for the past three nights, I have had unpleasant encounters with him just prior to retiring."

"What type of unpleasant encounters? Was there one last night?"

"Last night, he came to sit next to me as I was embroidering that cushion. You must have seen that?"

"Of course. And Mr. Bingley and I were on the other side of the room. Despite my having two ears, Lizzy, I could not possibly have overheard your conversation with Mr. Darcy."

"We had this strange conversation and I remember very little of it though because my head started to grow light."

"You remember very little of it but that it was 'strange.' Is that all?"

"I am sure there was more, but I can not recollect. Things are still a muddle."

"Can you tell me about any of the other 'unpleasant encounters'?"

"Now, I do recall two nights ago when we were in the drawing room and 'your future sister' Caroline began to play a Scotch air. Mr. Darcy came up to me and said, 'in this world there's nothing I would rather do, 'cause I'm happy just to dance with you.'"

"No??"

"Yes!!" Shaking her head adamantly.

"Lizzy, dear, surely you must be mistaken. Mr. Darcy is a gentleman."

Holding her head proudly with a well-regulated voice denoting supreme condescension, Lizzy replied, "A gentleman who does not 'give consequence to ladies who are slighted by other men.' A man who gives offense everywhere he goes. This is the gentleman of whom you speak?"

"He may not be as disagreeable as you have drawn him." There are times when I wish we had never gone to that assembly . . . well, almost . . .

"Jane, my dear Jane, 'you never see a fault in any body. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life.'"

"'I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one; but I always speak what I think.' But I have interrupted your story. There is more, is there not?"

"Yes, yes...where was I? Well, I did not know what to say. Then he became even more impudent."

"How is that possible?"

"His next remarks were very like the first. I believe the exact words were: 'just to dance with you, is everything I need.' I have never danced with him, Jane, nor do I intend to. So, I responded that I understood what he was attempting to do--which was to show my poor taste and upbringing--and that I had no desire to dance with him. I believe I also dared him to despise me," she said rather quickly, "although that is not relevant. But I ask you, Jane, is he mad?"

"Oh, no, dear Lizzy, he may not be mad in the way you believe."

"You see some method in his madness?"

"Well, method may be too strong. I believe that Mr. Darcy may have formed some attraction for you, Lizzy."

"I have never sought his good regard or his favor."

"So that means it can not exist?"

"Let us not argue that point. Aside from this incident that I related to you, is there anything else that would cause you to form such an opinion?"

"Yes," Jane replied, while biting down on her lower lip. "I am not sure that I should tell you these things . . . but this morning I saw Mr. Darcy's face in the reflection of the window. His expression was one of great concern while we were speaking of you. No, even more. It was a pained expression, rather like he felt helpless under the circumstances."

"Maybe his boots or his breeches were too tight. Is that all?"

Jane rolled back her eyes, somewhat exasperated that her sister was unwilling to listen seriously, and continued, "No, the other has to do with several of Mr. Bingley's questions made last night. He was hardly straightforward in his manner, but I do believe the questions tended toward your regard for his friend."

"Do you believe he questioned you at the behest of Mr. Darcy? "

"This I can not say, but perhaps he suspects his friend has formed some attraction for you."

"If that is the case, then Mr. Darcy is dreaming, Jane. Mr. Darcy has critically misjudged reality. If he honestly thinks that any of the Bennet family is going to whistle a happy tune, while rallying support around this pitifully lame mockery of gentlemanlike behavior just because your Mr. Bingley says he is nice fellow and everyone knows he has ten thousand a year, then his Mr. Darcy is the Earl of Fantasyland."

"Let us take him out back and beat the stuffing out of him," Darcy bellowed as he walked through the doorway to Miss Bennet's room.

Lizzy's head spun round as if it were not connected to the rest of her body.

"Mr. Darcy, I am, um . . . I do not . . . er . . . know what to say. I am speechless."

"All evidence to the contrary," he stated with a slight smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.

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Part 7

Day 2, 2:00 p.m.

Ladies, I can see I am intruding. However, Mr. Bingley thought that you might like to tour the house before dinner. I am just off to ride the grounds and needed to fetch some things from my room. So I told Bingley I would convey his message to you. But, since I see your sister is awake, you will probably not want to leave her."

"You are quite correct, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps, later," Jane quickly responded, as she was not suffering from complete mortification.

Finding voice at last, Lizzy contradicted Jane's polite refusal. "Oh, no, Jane. I feel quite tired and not myself. Please you go. Both of you may go. I must rest."

"If that is what you want, Lizzy, then I shall be happy to join Mr. Bingley downstairs."

"Come, let me escort you to where he awaits," Darcy said as he offered Jane Bennet his arm. "And take care, Miss Bennet, I hope you feel much better later and have pleasant dreams."

"Jane, one last thing . . ."

"What is it?"

"Please close the door . . . close the door, all the way . . . shut," Lizzy instructed as she pulled the coverlet over her head and muttered to herself, under her breath, "despicable, insufferable man!!" Where is that pail?

Between 2:00 and 3:00 p.m.

Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley have been strolling through the long corridor of Netherfield's gallery admiring the large portraits which predominate the room. While none of the Bennet girls could be said to know anything of art, Jane is conducting this aspect of the tour, having some knowledge of the family that owned Netherfield and from whom Bingley had leased it. They pause in front of a dark portrait of a man.

"That is Sir Lucifer Sedah, the current owner of Netherfield. He lives in Town now, I believe, and he has no relations to my knowledge."

"Yes, I was told by the agent that he had no interest in maintaining a life here and that he preferred to spend the winters in a warmer clime...I believe Italy is his customary destination. Shall we continue with our tour? I have little interest in these portraits or discussing Sir Sedah's relations."

"As you like it, sir. I am not terribly fond of this family either," Jane replied. "There is, I believe, a fine conservatory here, is there not?

"Yes, most fine. That shall be our next stop." Bingley then inquired about Lizzy, although he found it difficult to broach the subject without appearing to be meddlesome. "Miss Bennet, I had noticed that, before taking ill, your sister appeared to take pleasure in conversations with my friend Darcy."

"Do you not think that the pleasure emanated more from the other party?"

"Are you saying that the regard is not mutual?"

"I know not my sister's regard for your friend. I expect that, if she appeared to be taking pleasure in conversation with Mr. Darcy, then it was done to be polite."

"Polite??" Bingley commented with a laugh. "I would hardly characterize their exchanges in that light. . . . No, no, it is more that there's a skirmish of wit between them and, on more than one occasion, your sister's barbs have landed deep."

"Then allow me to apologize for the embarrassment this must have caused your friend. To be harangued by my sister can not have been pleasant."

"That is what is strange. Darcy was not truly angry. I have seen him when he is angry and he was not. This was very different."

"How so?"

"Now, this is only surmise based on my observation, but I have watched Darcy and your sister in this house. He has been more attentive to her than I have ever seen. He has sought out her company, elicited her opinions and thoughts on numerous subjects and, this is most important, mark you, he has not departed. He is prone to leaving when things are not as he would wish."

"Mr. Bingley, these observations are serious indeed. But I know not how to respond for I was not in attendance."

"I know I have seriously breached decorum in discussing this subject with you, but he is an old friend and I believe that he will do nothing without some help from his friends. I must be direct. Do you think your sister has any special regard for Darcy?"

"As he is your old friend, I fear my words may offend you."

"I have solicited them, Miss Bennet, and am willing to hear the good, the bad and the ugly. Please have no concern that I will think ill of you or your sister."

"Then, I am sorry to say that the only regard she has for Mr. Darcy is one of extreme dislike that is based on his pride and arrogance. Only this morning, she was relating a story in which he had offended her greatly. She is convinced that he is the most disagreeable man in England or perhaps even the world."

"Perhaps, the lady doth protest too much? Miss Bennet, do you know of any thing that would support my view of things? If you do not, then I must abandon my idea, allow it to die a natural death."

Lowering her eyes, while turning her back to Mr. Bingley, Jane replied, "I may have some intelligence, but to divulge it would be a betrayal of a sisterly confidence."

Bingley's eyes lighted up at those words. He took Miss Bennet's arm and led her into the conservatory, passing under a pergola covered by jasmine blooms. The greenery was lush and soothing. Large ostrich and lady ferns were positioned in groupings with several spectacular Japanese painted ferns around what appeared to be a small fountain, whose water was rippling quietly down a pipe toward a miniature pool. Surrounding the pool, potted palms stood regally at attention. While the air was slightly humid, it was devastatingly scented by the exotic flowers being tended with care. There were rare species of orchids from South America and vibrantly colored hibiscus from the South Seas in profusion. Native plants had not been overlooked either for there were roses at every turn. Among the wild-looking Gallicas, Damasks and Apothecary varieties, were the newer hybrid tea roses, so named for their fragrance.

One plant in particular drew Jane nearer. She had spied a mounded cluster of gardenias beyond the pool environs. These were her flowers, she thought, the flowers that she had always wanted for her bridal bouquet. Walking slowly toward them, with Bingley behind her, they drew her closer and closer, their scent overwhelming the senses. She bent over slightly to immerse herself in the flower's heavy fragrance, while taking care not to touch its waxy white blooms. Heaven, I am in Heaven. Never having taken much interest in horticulture, Bingley now saw he had a beautiful secret garden in which a fairy tale princess lived.

They were quiet for some time, when Bingley led her over to a bench where they sat among the colorful and fragrant blooms. He took her hand, which startled her greatly, and said, "Let me explain my plan, for which I will need your assistance . . . ."

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Part 8

Day 2, between 3:00 and 4:00 p.m.

Bingley entered the billiard room, where he found Darcy slowly walking around the green-baize-topped table. He watched as Darcy removed his jacket and held the cue out, mentally calculating the angles and the amount of impact he would need to exert.

"Darcy, if you are trying to cannon that one, I fear you shall forfeit."

Darcy did not answer him, but instead continued to focus on putting the ball in the pocket behind him. He lightly tapped the cue ball, which hit the left cushion of the table between the diamond-shaped markings he had hoped it would. It caromed off the front cushion of the table and slowly made its way to the spotted white ball. The cue ball made glancing contact with the spotted white ball, which started on its tentative path toward the red ball situated near the pocket behind Darcy's left side. Both Bingley and Darcy were silent as they watched to see if both balls would fall in the hazard.

"Too bad, Darcy, that was very close. I had heard that you were quite good at those trick shots at university and that more than one of your classmates lost his monthly allowance to you and that crowd you hung about with."

Darcy gave him slightly smirking shrug of the head, while saying "Is that not the purpose of university? To receive a well-rounded education? Shall we play to . . . perhaps . . . 50 or 75 points before dinner?"

"But we are not wagering. Are we, Darcy?"

"As you like; however, I am striking as if I were an old woman."

"I would sooner strike like 'your old woman' than myself at top form. Now, let us string to see who shall go first."

Darcy and Bingley each took a cue ball and hit it off the front cushion. As Bingley's stopped nearer to the bottom cushion, he went first. Bingley won three hazards for a total of eight points, before failing to make contact and thus ending his break. Before Darcy made his first shot, Bingley began to tell him about the time he spent alone with Jane Bennet before dinner. However, the essence of what he related to Darcy had more to do with Miss Elizabeth Bennet than with the lady he hoped to call his.

"In showing Miss Bennet around the house today, she was profoundly grateful for the kindnesses and attention we are showing her sister. You can understand how uncomfortable I was discussing such things, but we did speak of her sister's health."

Darcy did not reply. The only expression on his face was the concentration he was giving to the cherry-red sphere on the table. Drawing the stick way back, he pumped it several times before launching its long shaft at the red sphere, hitting it soundly so that it landed squarely in the corner pocket.

With that done, he said "Is she any better?"

"At present, I do not know. However, Jane Bennet wanted to convey her sister's apologies for something that occurred when you delivered my invitation."

With that, Darcy struck the cue ball and it bounced off the table. As he retrieved it, he said, "Elizabeth Bennet wanted to apologize?"

"Ah, three points for me, Darcy. But, yes, that is my understanding, Miss Bennet wanted to apologize for something." "Did she say anything about me?"

"Are you asking if Miss Elizabeth Bennet had anything to say about you?"

"Yes, it is just that we had a nice conversation last evening, she mocked me, I patronized her. We did not have any thing to eat, but I thought there was something."

Bingley did not reply and began to assess his next shot. Darcy picked up the chalk and rubbed it on the tip of his cue stick, attempting to give the impression that his previous remark had but minor significance. However, as he paced on his side of the table, a curious expression could be discerned, an expression that indicated a battle within himself between the words he wished to say but knew he should not.

Unexpectedly, Darcy spoke again. Unexpected inasmuch as it was Bingley's shot and gentlemanlike behavior and the rules of the game required silence. "She did not say anything about me?"

"No, but I could pass a note to Jane during dinner!!" Bingley looked up from the table, placing both his hands and the stick alongside the cushions. With a degree of exasperation, he continued, "Darcy, do you think me a fool and blind to boot?"

"Blind to what?" Darcy replied while turning his back to the table and Bingley, appearing very much in search of a window.

"How about to the way you constantly stare at Miss Bennet and how you respond to her in conversation."

"I respond to her no differently than I would respond to you or to your sisters for that matter. You are quite wrong, Bingley."

Bingley thought to himself that Darcy's attitude reminded him of those stories of the Little Corporal's campaign in Egypt when he came upon the Nile and proclaimed it but a mere river. Hmmph, another delusional fellow, with an abundance of pride.

At that moment, Fossett, the butler, entered the room announcing the arrival of an unexpected visitor. Behind him was a short, rather stout, balding man with spectacles. As he entered, Bingley came forward to greet him.

"Stuckey, what ever are you doing here?"

"I received your letter and immediately made arrangements to obtain a seat on the post."

"Do beg pardon. I am not certain whether you two have been made acquainted before. Darcy, this is Philip Stuckey. We were friends at school and now he is my solicitor."

With an ever so slight bow of acknowledgment given the man's station in life, he said "Darcy. Fitzwilliam, Darcy."

"Now, Stuckey, what in my letter caused you such concern that you believed it necessary to travel to the country and put aside your business affairs?

"Bingley, I have your letter right here." Pulling it from the pocket inside his jacket, he began to read, "I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met. She's just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we've met..."

"Hmmm... .hmmm... ..hmmm. ...hm'mmm.....hmmm," were the only utterances both Bingley and Darcy could make... and surprisingly in unison.

Stuckey continued to read, "I have never known the like of this, I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight, but other girls were never quite like this. Falling, yes, I am falling . . . . Do you want me to continue? I really think this should explain why I came."

"I still fail to see the urgency?"

"Bingley, you have been left a sizable fortune by your father. We have talked often of this matter. If you can not protect yourself, then your friend and solicitor must. She may be a fortune hunter."

"On that you are wrong, quite wrong. She has not a devious bone in her body. . . ."

"Can you say that about her mother?" Darcy interrupted.

"If Miss Bennet has the same regard for me as I have for her, then what care I for her mother's desires? I would not be marrying her mother."

"Marriage!! Am I too late? Have you already proposed to her?" Stuckey exclaimed.

"No, of course, not. We are still becoming acquainted. My sisters are partial to her and, aside from the fact that Darcy here says 'she smiles too much,' I can find no fault in her."

"Will you allow me meet her and her family? Perhaps, there is something I could learn that would be beneficial."

"You are quite in luck. You shall meet Miss Bennet at dinner this evening. One of her sisters is also staying with us; however, she has taken ill and will not be down."

"So, tell me Stuckey, how did you manage to leave London in such haste? Do you not have other clients' business affairs to manage for I know I am not your only client?"

"I was in the midst of an important transaction for my most eminent client when your letter arrived. However, the Law--such that it is--accommodates all who know how to use it."

"Can you tell us what you did and for whom?"

"A little, perhaps. This transaction was for one of Sir Edward Lewis' enterprises. He is about to acquire a major shipbuilding concern in dire financial straits, which the owner does not wish to relinquish. I merely had some legal papers delivered to the other gentleman's solicitor. That should delay the need to take any further action for a fortnight at a minimum."

"How terribly clever, Stuckey. Now you see why this man is my solicitor. Since dinner will be served shortly, I am sure that you would wish to wash a little of road off of you. Come with me and we shall see about a room for you." Taking Stuckey's arm, he looked back at the billiard table where Darcy still stood and added, "I will meet you in the drawing room directly, Darcy, to join with the ladies."

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Part 9

Day 2, 5:30 p.m.

The party at Netherfield enjoyed an elegant dinner, not on the order that one would expect in Town at a formal dinner party, but far exceeding local custom. The presence of one additional guest would cause no concern as the amount of food prepared for this party of six could easily have served twice that number.

There now being an uneven number at the table prohibited the alternate seating of ladies and gentlemen. To Bingley's right were Miss Bennet, Darcy and Mrs. Hurst, while to his left, were seated Mr. Stuckey, Caroline Bingley and Mr. Hurst. This seating would allow Mr. Stuckey to engage Miss Bennet in some conversation, while allowing him to observe her throughout.

Caroline was not the least pleased regarding the change in seating for that meant she would be required to converse with Stuckey. She could not understand why her brother maintained a friendship with him. Both she and Louisa had advised Charles to sever his social relationship with that man when he entered the trade, but Charles appeared to turn a deaf ear to their arguments. Caroline thought to herself that Darcy might be prevailed upon since he would now see what an unctuous and common man Stuckey was and Darcy had excellent and refined judgment, except perhaps in one regard . . . .

The first course of clear broth upon which floated small puffs of a cheese-flavored pastry was served by the footmen, who waited at the dinner table. Caroline was quite pleased with the footmen the agent was able to hire for the house. This pair matched well and looked more than presentable in their livery. She and Louisa had commented on their appearance quite frequently, how tall and imposing they were and how well their calves were formed. She could easily imagine being accompanied by either of them as she went on her morning calls in London.

Bingley initiated conversation with Miss Bennet, as the seating and etiquette dictated, while Stuckey was attempting to observe her demeanor and converse with Miss Bingley simultaneously. Darcy spoke to Mrs. Hurst, when he felt he must, while Mr. Hurst concentrated on his food and drink.

Caroline had heard some talk about Stuckey's client, Sir Edward Lewis, which she felt might be the subject of her dinner conversation. Sir Edward, while a baronet, was engaged in commercial enterprises in addition to his family's lands in west Chester county. The combination of his substantial income and title gave Sir Edward influence in both society and government. He was known to control the Parliamentary members for several of the boroughs in addition to the township surrounding his family estate, Scarsdale Manor. Yet, he had recently married the former Miss Vivien Ward, whose beauty was universally acknowledged but whose connections were completely unknown. Caroline believed that, if any one should be privy to the particulars of this most secret woman, then it would be Stuckey. Despite her clever questions, Caroline was only successful in learning that Sir Edward had made Miss Vivien's acquaintance while out driving in his curricle. Caroline was most dejected, knowing there must certainly be more.

7:30 p.m.

Following the desserts and wine, Jane excused herself to look in on her sister. She found Lizzy engaged in reading a novel, the barely touched dinner tray set off to the side. Jane rang for the chambermaid to remove it and sat down next to the bed. She related how Bingley's solicitor had arrived unexpectedly and that he would be staying a short duration. In describing his appearance, she raised Lizzy's spirits considerably.

"Lizzy, I know I have been none too complimentary insofar as Mr. Stuckey is concerned but, as our sister Mary would say, we should not judge a book by its cover."

"And, pray tell, when did we heed anything our sister Mary ever said," Lizzy replied, which sent the two sisters into paroxysms of childlike giggles.

When they recovered their composure, there was a recounting of the dinner, the conversation and what the elegant Bingley sisters had been wearing. Lizzy asked Jane about her tour of the house that afternoon with Bingley, wondering to herself how much of the house they had actually seen. Jane described their walk through the gallery and loveliness of the conservatory. However, it appeared that her highest praise fell to her gentleman escort. Lizzy had never heard Jane speak with such awe and reverence of any thing or body.

"Lizzy, I believe Mr. Bingley may be the most amiable man I have ever met. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! I am certain that you do not wish to hear me overpraise Mr. Bingley?"

"Jane, whatever makes you happy shall make me happy."

"Did I not tell you that I sat next to Mr. Darcy at dinner this evening?"

"Did the superior sisters mean that as a punishment? Hmmm, Darcy, now there's a real piece of work for you! Were you able to endure his condescension for the entire meal or were you rescued by a knight in shining armor?

"I found him to be quite amiable although it was still difficult to engage him in easy discourse. But I do tend to believe Mr. Bingley has a most true and honest friend who merely lacks the natural affability and social polish we see in others. That may be all that is lacking in him as far as I can see."

"Jane, I will require knowledge of all the details, but you must return to the party. I would not take you away for one moment from your Mr. Bingley. Go, please, and make good use of your time as our mother would advise," Lizzy said with a sly and arch expression on her face.

In returning to the drawing room, Jane saw that the card table had been set out once again and thought with some trepidation whether she would have to play. Not that she did not like the playing of cards, in general, their stakes were bound to be beyond her means. Caroline Bingley had succeeded in persuading Darcy to join them again in a game of Speculation. Fortunately, Mr. Stuckey also sat in, which allowed her to pass the evening with Mr. Bingley in discussing the drawings he had found in a book from India. As there were no distractions this evening, Darcy did quite well at cards.

10:00 p.m.

Before the biscuits and wine were brought in, Jane thought it best to see to her sister. Excusing herself from the party, which would retire for the evening shortly, she lit a candle and made her way upstairs. She found her sister deep in thought.

"Why are you not sleeping, Lizzy?"

"Being confined to this room is more than I can bear, Jane, I believe I shall soon lose my wits. As you came in, I was attempting to understand that dream of which I spoke earlier this morning."

"Are you having much success?" Lizzy nodded no. "Then you must give it up to me . . . now, I do insist. I fear you will not sleep if understanding this dream stands in the way."

"What would I do without you, my dear, sweet, comforting sister Jane?" Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she began to relate the strange tale. "In this dream of mine, it was late at night. I heard some music playing, so I pulled on my dressing gown and left my room. I wandered downstairs into a large ballroom, where someone was playing a piano-forte. There were servants all around, clearing tables and sweeping the floor. I did not recognize the tune or who was playing. As I neared, I could see it was Mr. Darcy playing the piano-forte."

"I did not know Mr. Darcy plays?"

"I have no information that he does. But in my dream he was playing."

"I am sorry. Go on, go on."

"I came up to the piano and said, 'I did not know you played, sir.' To which he replied, 'I only play to strangers.' You are not going to believe the next thing that I said. In fact, I cannot believe that I said such a thing myself."

What ever can that be?

I am quite embarrassed, but I believe I said to him, 'I was lonely.' The next thing that he did was to dismiss the servants. I then said, 'people always do what you tell them to do?' He did not answer . . . in words. Instead, he gently put his arm around my waist and pulled me between himself and the keyboard of the piano-forte. I believe I murmured, 'It would appear so.'

Lizzy could see the disbelief on Jane's face. Her eyes had widened considerably, but Jane was not about to interrupt or comment at this point. So Lizzy continued.

"As I said I was wearing a dressing gown. I did not tell you that the dressing gown was made of the most beautifully worked French lace. You know the kind of lace that we would see in the finest shops before the embargo. It reminds me of the lace that we saw in..."

"No lace...please... I beg of you, no lace. Pray go on with your story."

"I hesitate to tell you the rest, even though you are my sister and would take my confidences to the grave, but you will swear to me that word of this will never pass your lips?

Jane nodded in agreement and swore.

"He said no more. Instead he placed one of his hands on my neck and began to slowly trace my throat with his fingers. They went softly and gently up and down my throat, causing the dressing gown to fall open, exposing my nightclothes. As this happened, he bent closer to my face and was about to kiss my lips, when I turned my head to the side. It would seem that I did not want him to kiss me, for I kept turning my head away. That did not appear to dissuade him from continuing because he picked me up and set me down on top of the piano-forte and began kissing my neck. The feelings were so enjoyable that it seemed totally natural to lie back on the top of the piano."

"Ohh, Lizzy, I must know... what did it feel like?"

Falling back on her pillow, with her hands clasped behind her head, Lizzy stared at the ceiling, trying to find just the right words. Without too much hesitation, she said: "I felt the earth move under my feet. I felt the sky tumbling down. I felt my heart start to trembling...I just lost control, down to my very soul. I got hot and cold....all over."

With that, the Bennet girls heard a noise from the corridor--a noise that sounded like a sack of potatoes being dropped on the floor.

A startled Lizzy sat up in her bed and asked Jane, "What do you suppose that was?"

"I expect one of the servants has dropped something," Jane replied.

"Could you check?"

"Lizzy, the door is closed shut. I would not worry. You must continue. I shall not rest until I hear the end of your dream."

"Then you shall not rest."

"You are going to leave me like this? That would be cruel."

"Call it as you must, but I remember no more of the dream."

"Perhaps, I should call Mr. Darcy to visit with you this evening so that you will have another of those 'encounters' before you retire and then, maybe, you can resume this dream," she offered while beginning to laugh uncontrollably.

"Jane, if our mother could hear us now!" Lizzy joined in the laughter until, suddenly, it looked as though she had seen some type of spectral apparition, for her eyes opened wide and she brought her hands up to her mouth.

"Lizzy, what is the matter?" Jane asked in amazement at the change she saw in her sister's countenance.

"I have just realized what Mr. Darcy must have meant last night."

"You mean in that strange conversation of which you remembered no details."

"Yes, but I do now recall the details and, in conjunction with the dream I just related, the meaning is quite apparent to me." Lizzy proceeded to tell Jane about the enigmatic conversation she had with Darcy just prior to her fainting spell.

"What kind of person does he think I am? He does not treat me like a lady. Is that not the way it should be?"

"Perhaps, you are confusing your dreams with reality?

"Jane, has Parliament passed the 'Defense of Darcy Act'? If it not be so, let Mr. Darcy contradict it."

"One does not know what to think."

"I beg your pardon--one knows exactly what to think . . . and do."

"Whatever do you mean, Lizzy? Do? You can not do anything."

"Do not fret, Jane, I shall not come between you and your Mr. Bingley. I shall not do anything that tarnishes the reputation of our family." As if they needed any help in that regard from me.

"May I not know what you plan to do?"

"It is really very simple. He had a little amusement at my expense and now I shall have the same. Is that not equitable?"

"But these 'amusements' were only known to the two of you. He did not humiliate you in any way in front of the others."

"You know, I care little enough for him and what he thinks of me. But I shall rise above the anger I now feel and promise not to humiliate him in front of others. For the sake of propriety, Jane, you may need to be in attendance, though."

Part 9 References

Continued in Section II

Appendix 1

Lizzy didn't recognize the song that Darcy was playing at the piano-forte, but I thought you would! ;-)

I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour,
that's when my love comes tumblin' down.
I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour,
when there's no one else around.
I'm gonna take you girl and hold you
and do all the things I told you
in the midnight hour, yes I am.
I'm gonna wait till the stars come out
and see that sweet love in your eyes.
I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour,
that's when my love begins to shine.
You're the only girl I know
that really loves me so
in the midnight hour,
in the midnight hour.
I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour,
that's when my love comes tumblin' down.
I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour,
that's when my love begins to shine.
Just you and I, oh baby,
just you and I, nobody around, baby.
Just you and I, all right.

"In the Midnight Hour" by Wilson Pickett.

Tapestry References

While knowledge of the following references to movies, songs and Shakespearean plays should not be necessary (hopefully) to full enjoyment of the story, I have attempted to document those as well as other inspirations (sometimes subtle; sometimes not so subtle) for my parody.