Pride in the Skies -- Section II
By Cristi
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Chapter 16
ood morning," Jane stood in the doorway of Lizzy's office.
"Jane, I didn't expect to see you here today. Are you sure you feel up to work?"
"I think I can work a few hours." She glanced at Lizzy's desk. "I hope my desk doesn't look this bad."
"I don't think anybody did anything while we were gone. There are fuel reports that should have been filed, changes in schedule." Lizzy shook her head.
"Why don't you come with me," said Jane. "I'm going to grab a cup of tea and then see Charles off."
"Ah," said Lizzy, "now I know why you're here today."
"I just thought it would be a nice gesture," Jane began.
"A nice gesture? Jane, a nice gesture is a phone call." Lizzy grinned at her sister. "Do you think you'll be hearing from Charles after he returns to London."
"Well, I'll see him at the announcement banquet in two weeks. After that who knows."
"Don't worry, from the way he looks at you I think you'll be hearing from him long before that."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I hope you'll enjoy living in London. Just promise you'll visit often."
Jane balled up a piece of paper and threw it at her. After Lizzy successfully missed being hit, Jane asked, "Are you coming with me or not?"
"Ok, ok, just let me tell Mary where I'll be."
The two women had their tea and were heading to the gate when they met up with Denny and Wickham. Lizzy introduced her sister to George. They were standing in the boarding area talking when Charles, William and Caroline approached.
"Jane," said Charles happily, "I didn't expect to see you, although I'm glad you're here. I wanted to ask you something." The two of them walked away from the rest of the group.
Lizzy watched them with a smile then turned back to the rest of the group.
William was about to speak to Lizzy when his eyes suddenly caught sight of Wickham. George smiled slightly in greeting, but William quickly excused himself mumbling about a phone call he needed to make.
Caroline glanced at Lizzy and the two gentlemen then left to have one last cigarette before the flight. After a few more minutes, Denny took his leave and walked down to the airplane.
Lizzy stood silently pondering the scene she had just witnessed. George looked a little uncomfortable, but he said nothing.
Before anything else could be said, Lydia's voice announced the boarding call.
William and Caroline said quick good byes to Jane. Caroline started to walk down the stairs leading outside. William turned and looked at Lizzy. He would have said something but once again he caught sight of Wickham. With a shake of his head, he turned and followed Caroline.
Charles and Jane were still standing apart talking. He seemed unwilling to leave, but as Lydia announced the final boarding, he prepared to go.
Jane walked with him to the stairs. A few more words and a quick kiss on the cheek and Charles disappeared into the airplane. Jane stood at the window watching as the plane taxied out and took off.
Lizzy was still standing with George. She wanted to ask him about William, but wasn't sure how to begin. She didn't have to.
"Tell me, Miss Bennet," he began, "Why was William Darcy here in Hertfordshire?"
"We have just signed an agreement with Pemberly/Netherfield Airlines. We will be their carrier in this area."
"I see."
Lizzy didn't want the subject to drop, "Do you know Mr. Darcy?"
"We used to know each other quite well, but as I'm sure you noticed, we are not the best of friends."
"I admit, his greeting, or lack of greeting, was hard not to notice. Did you two have a fight or something?"
"Or something. It's a very long story." George eyed her curiously. "Would you like to hear it, say, over lunch?"
"I'd love to," said Lizzy. "Would 1:00 pm be ok?"
"Perfect, I'll meet you in the Café." He smiled warmly then left her.
Lizzy mind was racing when Jane walked up to her.
"Lizzy? Are you all right?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, just fine."
"Well, I guess I'll get up to my office." They started walking back to the main terminal. "Want to have lunch?"
"Sorry, Jane, I'm having lunch with George."
"Oh," said Jane with a grin. "William's not gone for five minutes and already you're looking at someone else."
"William!" Lizzy exclaimed, "You don't think I'm interested in him, do you?"
"I guess I thought it might be a possibility."
"Please. Besides I'd have to crawl over Caroline to get to him."
"Oh, Lizzy," Jane said with a roll of her eyes.
As the two women walked back to their offices, their thoughts were in completely different places. Jane was thinking of Charles and hoping he'd call like he promised. Lizzy's mind was burning with curiosity, wondering exactly what was the relationship between William Darcy and George Wickham.
Chapter 17
Lizzy looked at her watch for the hundredth time. George was fifteen minutes late.
Ever since Lizzy had witnessed the cold exchange between George Wickham and William Darcy, she had been burning with curiosity. She was on the verge of having George paged when he walked in.
"Hi Liz," he said as he sat down across from her. "Sorry I'm late. Duty, you know."
"Nothing serious, I hope," she questioned.
"Not at all." He picked up the menu. Just a cute redhead, he thought.
After they ordered, George began asking Lizzy about herself, Longbourn Express and Hertfordshire in general.
Lizzy answered patiently but desperately wanted to ask about George's connection with William Darcy.
Finally, after the waiter brought their order, he began.
"Liz, how well do you know William Darcy?"
"Not very. As I told you earlier, Longborne has just signed an agreement with PNA. We'll be their regional carrier to Hertfordshire."
"What do you think of him?"
"Well my first impression was not very favorable. He was abrupt, superior and rude."
"And later?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "He improved somewhat. Not completely friendly but a little less offensive. The Bingleys certainly think well of him."
"William can be charming when he chooses," George said with a wry smile.
"Forgive my curiosity," said Lizzy "but what is your connection with William?"
"William's father, George Darcy, was my father's closest friend and confidant. William and I practically grew up together."
"But…" Lizzy began.
"Yes. I'm sure you noticed, we are not the best of friends." He paused a moment. "When my father died, George Darcy promised him that he would make sure that I lacked for nothing. I lived at the Darcy estate in Derbyshire. Darcy paid for my schooling and my pilot's certification. He got me a job with an airline with the promise that when Pemberley Airlines was up and running, I would be the senior pilot. Just as PA was starting up, Mr. Darcy became gravely ill and died."
George paused a moment.
"You must miss him very much," said Lizzy sympathetically as she reached across the table and touched his hand.
"Yes, It was a very hard time for me. I looked on him as a father and I know he thought of me as his son. After his father's death, William took over a CEO and President of PA. I waited until he was settled and the airline began operations before I tried to talk to him. When I asked about the job, he told me in no uncertain terms that the position was filled and he wanted nothing to do with me."
"How abominable!" Lizzy exclaimed
"I didn't mind that so much. I was pretty well established where I was." George shook his head. "If only his mistreatment of me had ended there perhaps I wouldn't dislike him so much."
"Do you mean to say it gets worse?"
"I'm afraid so. What I'm about to tell you is a very painful memory for me." He paused. "Do you know Georgianna Darcy?"
"Not personally. She's a great favorite with the Bingleys."
"Georgianna was devastated by her father's death. Her brother offered no comfort to her. He immersed himself in work and left her to herself. When I saw how much she was suffering, I tried to comfort her. We spent a good deal of time together. After a while we fell deeply in love. We wanted to be married. We planned to elope secretly." George noticed Lizzy's surprised expression. "We were young, impulsive and in love. William must have found out somehow. Shortly before we were supposed to go, he took Georgianna on a supposed business trip with him to America."
"Supposed business trip?" Lizzy questioned.
"When they got to America, William told Georgianna that he would never let her marry me. He kept her passport from her and wouldn't let her contact me. He then proceeded to tell her all sorts of wicked lies about me. When they returned to London a month later, I tried to talk to her, find out what happened, but she wouldn't have anything to do with me. I received a very formal letter telling me if I did not cease "harassing" Georgianna, legal action would be taken against me. I tried once more to get her to talk to me. William had me arrested. When he couldn't make any charges stick he had me fired from my job and blacklisted as a pilot. Ever since then, I've been forced to work menial jobs just to survive. I've just barely managed to keep my pilot's license current."
Lizzy was speechless. After a few moments, she finally said, "I never particularly cared for William Darcy but I wouldn't have believed him capable of such horrendous behavior. Was there nothing you could do to show him as he really is?"
George smiled, "I loved George Darcy. I could never shame his legacy by ruining his son."
"Or by hurting his daughter, I suspect," said Lizzy gently.
"You're very perceptive, Liz. Yes, I still have a soft spot for Georgianna."
They sat quietly for a while picking at their food and lost in thought. Finally Lizzy spoke.
"I must say, George, that after all you've been through you've retained a happy disposition."
"What good would it do to wallow in self pity? I'm not the type of person who can sit around and do nothing. I must have employment."
They finished eating and after George paid, they walked to Lizzy's office. They stopped as they reached the door.
"I really enjoyed lunch. I hope I didn't bore you," he said.
"Of course not," Lizzy smiled.
"I hope we can do this again sometime and talk of more pleasant things."
"I'd like that," she said shyly.
"I guess I'll see you around." After glancing around, he quickly kissed her cheek and walked away.
Lizzy watched him until she couldn't see him. She brushed her fingers across her cheek and smiled.
Chapter 18
Elizabeth was sitting in her office thinking about what George had told her. She picked up the copy of the Pemberley/Netherfield annual report and flipped through it until she came to the biography section. There was a picture of William and Charles. Charles was sitting smiling looking directly at the camera. William stood behind him, expressionless. Lizzy shook her head as she thought of the difference between the two. She turned to the biography on William and scanned through it quickly. Good schools, top honors, pilot's license, Pemberley Airways, the merger with Netherfield.
"Quite impressive, Mr. Darcy," she said softly. She lay the report aside, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Her mind was trying to picture William Darcy as George described him. She thought of the first time she was William, when he had just arrived at Hertfordshire. He was not at all impressed. Then she recalled overhearing his comments to Charles in the café. She was just remembering his haughty manner during the alliance meeting when Jane interrupted her thoughts.
"Ready to go?"
"Hmmm?"
"Earth to Lizzy. Remember? Shopping. Dresses. Formal party."
"Oh, yes," Lizzy absently began clearing her desk.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"I see. Would you be thinking about lunch with a certain security officer? How was it by the way?"
Lizzy was still lost in thought. "How was what?"
Jane laughed and shook her head. "Really Lizzy! How was lunch with George Wickham?"
"Oh! It was nice. Wait until I tell you what he told me."
The two women made their way through the terminal and out to the parking lot. As they walked, Lizzy related Wickham's story to Jane. She finished as they settled into the car.
"I just can't believe it," cried Jane. "William seems so nice."
"Nice! Jane, don't you remember how he acted at the meeting; like he didn't trust us."
"Lizzy, that was business. He was just being cautious." Jane eyed Elizabeth as she eased the car into traffic. "So you're convinced that what Mr. Wickham says is true."
"There was truth in all his looks."
They were silent for a few minutes. Lizzy guided the car through Meryton to their favorite dress shop.
As they got out of the car, Jane spoke. "I think you like George Wickham."
"I confess I am attracted to him," Lizzy said with a smile.
"Take it slow Elizabeth," cautioned Jane. "Remember, you've only just met him."
"Don't worry, big sister. I'll be careful."
They entered the store and were greeted by the owner, Mrs. Spencer.
"Hello girls! How nice to see you. It's been a while. What's the occasion?" All of this was said as she hugged both girls and led them to a couple of chairs.
"We're attending a fancy party in London," said Jane.
Mrs. Spencer's eyes sparkled. "How wonderful! I have several dresses you must see."
For the next hour and a half, she brought out dresses and helped the girls in and out of the ones they liked. Finally they both stood at the register with their choices.
Jane had chosen a cobalt blue raw silk tea length dress with thin straps and a fitted bodice with a scoop neckline. The skirt was made full by a pale blue crinoline. It had a sheer blue wrap.
Lizzy, being a little more daring, chose a satin strapless dress in a cranberry red that set off her dark hair beautifully. It was fitted with a straight skirt that had a slit from ankle to knee. She has also chosen a black velvet cropped jacket with long sleeves.
After the girls paid, Mrs. Spencer carefully put their purchases in garment bags.
"I hope you two have a wonderful time. In these dresses you're sure to be a hit."
Jane and Lizzy thanked her and headed for the car. When they got back to their flat, Jane checked their phone messages, while Lizzy contemplated what to fix for dinner. She had almost decided on ordering take out when Jane came into the kitchen.
"Mom called," she said as she sat down at the table.
"Surprise, surprise," said Lizzy sarcastically.
"She wants us to come to dinner tonight."
"Well, I suppose it's better than take out."
"There's more."
"What?" Lizzy eyed Jane suspiciously.
"Bill Collins is here and mom invited him for dinner."
"You mean "dear Billy?" That greasy guy from Rosings Food Services at Heathrow?" Lizzy grimaced. "Why did she invite him?"
"I'm hoping she's just trying to be nice, but I'm afraid she's still looking to hook him up with one of us."
"At least you're safe," said Lizzy. "Mom already has you married off to Charles. What about poor me?"
"Come on. It can't be too bad. I'll protect you."
"From who? Mom or Bill." Lizzy picked up her purse and keys and headed for the door.
Chapter 19
"Elizabeth," Mrs. Bennet began, "I was just telling dear Billy about your wanting to take dancing lessons and guess what?"
I couldn't possible care, thought Lizzy but she forced an interested look onto her face.
Mrs. Bennet continued, "Dear Billy would love to teach you!"
I'll just bet he would she thought, he can't wait to get his paws on me.
"Mr. Collins is too kind," said Lizzy as nice as she could.
"Please call me Billy. It would be a great pleasure, Eliza," Bill said as his eyes traveled over her.
"Just think what a splash you'll make at the party next week," squealed Mrs. Bennet. "Everyone will be watching you."
"I don't like to brag," said Collins as he tried to puff his chest out, "but many ladies have begged me to be their partner."
Lizzy rolled her eyes in disgust. "Mr. Collins…"
"Billy" he reminded her.
"Billy. I appreciate your generous offer but I'm afraid I'm going to be very busy from now until the party and I won't be able to fit lessons into my schedule." And before he could respond, she walked quickly towards Jane only to be stopped by her younger sisters.
"Lizzy!" squealed Kitty. "Wait until you see the dresses we bought for the party."
"Everyone will be talking about us," said Lydia.
"I'm sure they will," said Lizzy dryly. "Look you two this is an important occasion for Longbourn, not one of your man hunt parties. For once, could you act civilized."
"I intend to have fun," snapped Lydia.
"Just see that you don't embarrass the family," Lizzy replied through clenched teeth. She walked away wondering if they even understood the meaning of the word.
Dinner at the Bennet house was always loud and seldom interesting. Lydia and Kitty were always competing for attention by screaming about the guys they were dating and Mrs. Bennet was constantly breaking in with the latest gossip. Mary would spout out philosophical thoughts to anyone who would listen. Jane and Lizzy sat quietly trying to eat quickly and Mr. Bennet watched the entire scene with a seemingly reserved air. Every now and then, for Lizzy's benefit, he would roll his eyes.
Added to all that noise and confusion was "dear Billy" trying to astound and impress the family with names and events.
After dinner, Lizzy escaped to the small flower garden behind the house. She wasn't there long 'til she was joined by her father.
"Ah, the peace and quiet," said Mr. Bennet.
"Yes," said Lizzy, "it is refreshing."
They walked arm in arm in silence for a few minutes. Both of them were enjoying the special father-daughter bond they shared.
"Well, Elizabeth, how have you been lately? I know we see each other every day, but it's been a while since we've had one of our special talks."
"I've missed them, too," said Lizzy. "I haven't been up to much. Just trying to get my desk cleared so I can go to London with a clear head."
"Yes, the big party." He sighed heavily. "I'd much rather stay at home with a good book."
"Now father. Just think, a gourmet dinner, dancing, refined company."
"Your mother hunting down every rich man, your younger sisters flirting with any thing in a tuxedo," he replied dryly.
Lizzy grimaced. "It can't be all bad. I promise I'll save you a couple of dances."
Mr. Bennet smiled at his favorite daughter. "My dear, as beautiful as you are, I doubt you'll have any free dances for your old dad."
They were just approaching the house when they heard Mrs. Bennet yelling out, "Edward! Elizabeth! What are you doing out there? Come in here at once. We must entertain our guest!"
Mr. Bennet sighed, "It seems we must return to the pandemonium."
As they entered the house, Mr. Collins was telling Mrs. Bennet about his employer, Catherine de Bourg.
"My dear Mrs. Bennet," Mr. Collins gushed. "You would never meet with a more sophisticated refined woman as Lady Catherine."
"Lady?!" said Mrs. Bennet. "I did not realize she was titled."
"Her husband, the late Lewis de Bourg inherited the title and of course the land and wealth that came with it." He leaned in a bit as he continued, "Lady Catherine is, you know, one of the richest women in England."
Lizzy could almost see the cash register going off in her mother's head.
"Tell me," said Mrs. Bennet excitedly, "does Lady Catherine have any sons…that is any children?"
"Oh yes," replied Mr. Collins. "Anne de Bourg is the most eligible woman in London."
Seeing the disappointment in Mrs. Bennet's eyes, Jane asked, "What is Miss de Bourg like?"
"She's unlike anyone I've ever seen."
"Funny, I've never seen anything about her in the society pages," said Mrs. Bennet.
"Unfortunately, Miss Anne is of a delicate constitution. She does not get out into society very often," said Mr. Collins.
"How old is Miss de Bourg," said Lizzy.
"She is about twenty-eight."
"Twenty-eight!" shrieked Lydia. "And not married! She must be a real dog."
"As a matter of fact," said Mr. Collins stiffly. "She is practically engaged."
"To whom," asked Lizzy with an annoyed look at Lydia.
"William Darcy."
"William Darcy!" exclaimed Lizzy.
"Yes. Mrs. Darcy and Lady Catherine went to school together and were inseparable friends. When Mrs. Darcy died, Lady Catherine became sort of a surrogate mother to Mr. Darcy and his sister. The match has long been expected."
"Do they love each other?" asked Jane.
"My dear Jane, with families such as the Darcy's and de Bourg's, love is only a possibility in marriage. Money and power are the real motives."
"How sad," said Jane quietly.
"Sad? Not at all," said Mr. Collins. "When they are married they will be the richest couple in England and possibly in the world."
The evening passed slowly with most of the conversation being carried by Mr. Collins. Mrs. Bennet would ask questions, mostly about someone's net worth. Mary, thinking that Mr. Collins was a sophisticated London gentleman, hung on his every word. The two youngest tried to change the subject to available men, but to no avail. Jane paid polite attention and Lizzy and her father took turns looking at their watches.
Finally, Lizzy couldn't stand anymore. When Mr. Collins stopped to take a breath, she stood up. "I really hate to be the one to break this up, but Jane and I need to get home. We have to work tomorrow."
"It is getting rather late," said Mr. Bennet, with a pointed look at Mr. Collins.
"Yes, I suppose I should be getting back to the Inn," said Collins.
Mrs. Bennet was suddenly struck with an idea. "Billy, I'm sure Lizzy wouldn't mind dropping you off at the Inn. Would you Lizzy?" She turned to Elizabeth.
Lizzy would have protested but the look on her mother's face stopped her.
"The taxi leaves in five minutes," she said as she kissed her father good bye and headed for the door.
Mr. Collins began to thank the Bennets for their hospitality in long and eloquent terms, but Mr. Bennet cut him short.
Lizzy, Jane and Mr. Collins were just about to get into the car when Mrs. Bennet appeared at the front door.
"Oh Jane, I forgot, I wanted to speak with you about something."
Jane gave Lizzy a sympathetic look and returned to the house. Lizzy and Mr. Collins stood by the car.
"Eliza," he began, "I must admit that I'm glad your mother needed to speak with Jane. It gives me a chance to tell you something."
"Yes, Mr. Collins," said Lizzy.
"Please, Eliza, call me Billy. All my friends call me that." Billy drew himself up as if he were addressing parliament. "I have chosen you as the lady to be my escort for the party in London."
Lizzy stared at him in silent incredulity.
Billy took her hand. "I know you must be overwhelmed by this. Let me assure you that I have put a lot of thought into my choice. I have even consulted Lady Catherine and she advised me to choose a lady who is pleasant, respectful, mild, and, of course, beautiful. After considering all of the women of my acquaintance, you are the lucky one." He stood waiting for her reply.
Lizzy finally managed to regain her temper and find her voice. "Mr. Collins…"
"Billy."
She began again, "Mr. Collins. I thank you for the compliment of your invitation but I'm afraid I must refuse."
He simply held her hand more firmly and smiled. "Eliza, I know that it is common for young ladies to play hard to get, but you needn't do so with me."
"Believe me, I'm not playing hard to get." She pulled her hand from his and stepped back. "As I said, I thank you for asking me but I can not accept."
"I'm sure that after you've slept on this, you will change your mind. Your mother said you would."
"My mother!" she exclaimed.
Just then, Jane appeared. She looked in wonder from Lizzy to Mr. Collins. Lizzy just rolled her eyes and got into the car.
Chapter 20
Lizzy settled back in her seat as the Longborne Express place taxied out to the runway. She watched out the window, as Hertfordshire grew smaller. Finally, she thought, it seems like it took us forever to get on this plane.
Mr. Bennet had allowed Mrs. Bennet and the other three Bennet girls to travel to London a few days before. This had made everyone happy especially Jane and Elizabeth, but most of all, Mr. Bennet, himself.
Their flight was short and uneventful and they quickly made it through Heathrow. As they approached the baggage claim, they heard someone calling Jane's name.
"Jane Bennet!" A man in a black suit stood at the baggage area.
"I'm Jane Bennet," said Jane. "May I help you?"
"Miss Bennet, I am Ciril. May I welcome you to London on behalf of Mr. Charles Bingley who sends his regrets that he could not be here in person."
"Th-thank you," stuttered Jane.
"Do you have any luggage?"
"Yes. We have one bag apiece."
"Allow me to take your tickets and claim your baggage." Mr. Bennet turned over the tickets and Ciril quickly made his way through the crowd. In minutes, he returned and asked the party to follow him.
He led them out to a shiny black limousine. After settling them into the luxurious leather seats, he stowed the luggage and got in. He was just pulling out into traffic when Jane noticed the bouquet of roses on the seat across from her. There was a small envelope with her name attached.
"Well," said Lizzy. "Open it."
Jane opened the envelope. In bold handwriting she read:
Dearest Jane,Sorry I couldn't meet you myself, but William has me tied to my desk. Ring me when you've settled in at the hotel. Can't wait to hear your voice!
Yours,
Charles
"I'm so overwhelmed," said Jane breathlessly.
Lizzy and her father exchanged smiles. "Jane, this is nothing less that you deserve," said Mr. Bennet.
Very shortly, they arrived at the hotel where they were met by Mrs. Bennet and the two younger girls.
"Edward! You should see the suite we are in. Such richness," Mrs. Bennet exclaimed.
Lydia had seen the limousine. "Why didn't we get to ride in limo from the airport?"
"Limo? What limo?" said Mrs. Bennet.
"Mr. Bingley was kind enough to send a car for us," explained Jane.
Her mother practically exploded. "Oh, Jane. What a conquest! It's only a matter of time before you and Mr. Bingley are married."
"Excuse me," Lizzy broke in, "but I would like to freshen up before tonight. Can we please go to our room."
"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Bennet, "Jane you must look your best. We are to dine with Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy this evening. They have arranged a small intimate dinner just for PNA and Longborne."
The group noisily made their way into the lift. Jane and Elizabeth were happy to find that their room was across the hall from the suite that would house Mr. & Mrs. Bennet and the three younger girls.
After much last minute advice from Mrs. Bennet about their dress for the evening, the two sisters were finally safe within the walls of their own quiet room.
It was a large room with a sitting area and windows that looked out towards the center of town. As the girls were unpacking, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," said Lizzy. "If it's mom I'll tell her you're in the shower."
Lizzy answered the door to find not her mother as she expected but a bellhop with a gigantic arrangement of fresh flowers. She was just closing the door when Jane came from the bedroom.
"Who was..." Jane began before she saw the flowers. "Oh! How beautiful. Who are they for?"
Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Really, Jane, who do you think they are for?" She handed Jane the card without even looking at it.
"Actually, sister dear, they are for both of us. 'Looking forward to a lovely weekend,' from Charles and William."
"Nooo," said Lizzy. Jane handed the card to her. "Charles probably signed both of their names. I'll bet William doesn't know anything about this."
"Lizzy, when did your opinion of William Darcy become so negative. I thought that when he left Hertfordshire that you had begun to like him."
"That was before George Wickham opened my eyes to the kind of person Mr. Darcy really is."
Jane eyed her sister cautiously. "Perhaps Mr. Wickham has his story mixed up."
"He gave names, dates, particulars, besides his sincere nature. No, Jane, I don't think George is capable of making up such lies."
"Will Mr. Wickham be at the party?"
"He told me that a general invitation had been issued to most of the employees at the airport. I expect that he will be there."
"You mean you're looking forward to seeing him."
Here the girls were interrupted by another knock on the door. This time Jane answered it only to have Lydia and Kitty practically knock her over as they ran in to the room.
"Have you ever seen such a place!" exclaimed Kitty.
"I think it's sort of stuffy," said Lydia. "There isn't a lounge downstairs and it's so quiet."
Jane and Lizzy exchanged amused looks.
"But that's not what we came to tell you," said Kitty.
"No," said Lydia, "we came to warn you about Bill Collins."
"What about Bill Collins," asked Jane suspiciously.
"He and mum have been conspiring," said Kitty.
"Yes," said Lydia, "and if you're nice to us, we'll tell you what about."
"Lydia," said Lizzy "we don't have time for this. Either tell us your big secret or get out. We have to get ready for dinner."
"Oh, I forgot," said Lydia, "the big private dinner that we're not invited to."
"What?" said Jane.
"Dad won't let us go," said Kitty quietly, "He said we should stay in our room and rest."
"I don't know why," said Lydia "I'm not tired at all."
"Perhaps he wants you to save your energy for the party. Besides, it's just dinner, you're not going to miss anything."
"I guess you're right," admitted Kitty.
"Yeah, why don't we order a big fancy dinner from room service," suggested Lydia.
"Fine," said Lizzy. "Now if you're quite finished…" and she pointed to the door.
"But you haven't heard about Bill Collins," said Lydia mischievously.
Lizzy's patience was wearing thin, "What about Bill Collins?"
"Oh, nothing except He and mum spent all morning together and your name came up several times."
Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Is that all."
"Well, I did hear the word wedding several times," said Lydia.
"Yes," said Kitty. "And they were talking of available houses, too."
Jane could see that Lizzy was about to blow, so she quickly ushered Kitty and Lydia out of the room and firmly shut the door behind them.
"Those two are two of the silliest girls I know," said Lizzy.
"Now, Lizzy, they're just young."
"If I have my way they won't get any older," and Lizzy stalked off to soak in the tub to try to relieve the stress.
With an amused look at the bathroom door, Jane picked up the telephone to call Charles.
Chapter 21
"Jane! Lizzy! Girls, are you ready? We don't want to keep the gentlemen waiting!"
Both girls groaned as they made their way to join their parents. Lizzy ignored her mother as she fussed over Jane's dress, constantly commenting on Mr. Bingley's fortune. Finally, the elevator door opened and Mr. Bingley was standing before them.
"Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet! How lovely to see you again!" Bingley shook hands with both of them. "And where is the rest of your charming family?"
"We decided to let the younger girls rest before the big party," said Mr. Bennet.
Charles smiled at Mr. Bennet and then turned to Jane. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, much to Mrs. Bennet's delight.
"Charles," said Jane, "it is so good to see you. We have been looking forward to this evening."
"So have I!" he exclaimed as he offered both Jane and Lizzy an arm. "And may I say that you both look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you, Charles," said Lizzy, "And thank you for the limousine and the flowers. They were such a nice thought."
"Actually, I must confess that William suggested those things. I'm afraid that I tend to forget details sometimes, especially when I get excited about something." And with a smile at Jane, he led them to the private dining room that they had booked for dinner.
As they entered, Lizzy was amused to see Caroline lock onto William's arm. She was wearing a skimpy fluorescent orange dress and a matching feather boa draped around her. When he noticed their entrance, he pulled away and made his way to them. He greeted Mr. & Mrs. Bennet, then Jane and then he turned to Elizabeth.
"Good evening, Elizabeth. I hope you are well."
"Yes, I am very well, thank you," she responded coolly.
"Is your room all right? No problems I hope."
"No everything was quite satisfactory."
"May I say that you look quite lovely tonight."
"Thank you."
William looked eager to speak, but Lizzy was not giving him any encouragement.
"Elizabeth! How delightful to see you." Caroline had moved forward to take hold of William again.
"Caroline," Lizzy said through gritted teeth. "Nice outfit."
Caroline, missing the sarcasm in Lizzy's voice, purred "Why, thank you. It's a Paris original. I guess you don't see too many of these in the country."
William suppressed a groan and rolled his eyes. Lizzy would have responded but Charles was calling everyone to the table.
It was at this point that Elizabeth noticed another couple in the room. Charles introduced them as his sister, Louisa, and her husband Thomas Hurst. After all the introductions were finished, Charles directed them all to sit down.
Mr. Bennet was seated at one end of the table with Lizzy to his right. Next to her was Thomas Hurst, then Caroline and then, to Caroline's horror, Mrs. Bennet. Charles was at the other end of the table with Jane to his right, then William, then Louisa Hurst.
The dinner was served and the assembled company tried to make conversation. Charles and Jane were trying to talk, but Mrs. Bennet constantly interrupted, usually with rude, embarrassing questions or remarks. Mr. Hurst, after finding out where Lizzy came from and what style of life she lived, spent the rest of the meal with his face in his plate looking up only to drink great amounts of wine. Louisa and Caroline talked about London society, Paris fashions, and anything that they thought the Bennets knew nothing about. William sat in silence, sometimes glancing at Elizabeth and sometimes looking in absolute wonder at Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Bennet simply observed the entire scene with only an occasional glance at his watch.
The meal proceeded slowly and Lizzy was so overjoyed when Charles suggested they make their way to the ballroom that she practically jumped up from the table and ran out the door. Charles offered his arm to Jane. He was startled to find Mrs. Bennet on his other arm. William would have offered his arm to Lizzy, but she had quickly taken her father's arm and the two of them followed Charles. Louisa grabbed Thomas and walked out of the room.
"I guess that just leaves us, doesn't it William?" said Caroline seductively.
"I suppose it does," he said.
"Then the question is where do we go?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Really William, you should stop playing so naďve." Caroline took his arm and pressed up against him. "Do we join the peasants like my brother or shall we make our own party somewhere else? I booked a room here in case we wanted to escape."
William looked at her in astonishment. "Caroline, I can't imagine where you get these crazy ideas. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to the ballroom to greet the rest of the guests."
He pulled away from her none to gently and left the room.
As the feathers settled, Caroline said quietly, "Someday, William Darcy, someday."
Chapter 22
Before entering the ballroom, Mr. Bennet rescued Charles from Mrs. Bennet by reminding her of all the other rich men in the room. Charles looked relieved and turned all his attention to Jane for a few minutes. He then offered his free arm to Lizzy and the three of them entered together.
Lizzy had entered the ballroom with one intention. Find George Wickham and show that irritating William Darcy how I feel. She never for one moment imagined that George wouldn't be there.
She searched the room, hoping to see George coming towards her. Finally, she felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned expecting to see him, however, she came face to face with Denny.
"Liz! You look marvelous."
"Thanks, Denny." Lizzy released Charles' arm and stepped closer to Denny.
"I am to convey my friend George's most particular apologies. He has been unavoidably detained by urgent business in Hertfordshire and will be unable to be here."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said Lizzy.
"Yes, I believe he'll be sorrier when I tell him how lovely you looked." Denny leaned in a little closer. "I don't think his business would have been so urgent if he had not wished to avoid a certain CEO," he said with a pointed look at William Darcy.
Before Lizzy could say anything else, Lydia rushed over and grabbed Denny's arm. "You can't have him Lizzy, he's mine!" And before Denny could reply, Lydia dragged him on to the dance floor.
Lizzy was very disappointed. The evening held no pleasure for her now. She would have left but she caught sight of Charlotte standing off to the side of the dance floor.
"Lizzy! I've been wondering where you were."
"Charlotte, I have so much to tell you." Before Lizzy could continue they were interrupted by Bill Collins.
"Elizabeth," he said, as he looked her over, "I've been looking all over for you."
"Mr. Collins," said Lizzy with a fake smile, "I've been here all the time."
Mr. Collins looked as though he was about to launch into another speech on himself, so Lizzy thought it best to cut him off.
"Mr. Collins, I would like to introduce my good friend Charlotte Lucas."
"Miss Lucas it is indeed a pleasure." Bill turned eagerly to Charlotte. "Any friend of Elizabeth's is surely a friend of mine."
"How do you do Mr. Collins?"
"I am very well, but I must insist on you call me what all my friends call me."
You mean egotistical pig? thought Lizzy and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"I must insist that you call me Billy."
"Of course," said Charlotte, "and you must call me Charlotte."
"Delighted," he said. "Elizabeth, I believe this dance is ours."
"You believe wrong, Mr. Collins. I have promised this dance to my father."
"But won't he be dancing with your mother," said Collins crestfallen.
"My mother does not dance."
"I see." He thought for a moment and then turned to Charlotte. "Then perhaps you would do me the honor, Charlotte."
"I would be happy to, Billy." Charlotte took Collins offered arm and they moved to the dance floor.
Lizzy smiled gratefully at her friend and went in search of her father. She found him and the two of them made their way to the floor.
"I'm surprised that you even have time for your old dad. I expect there are plenty of men that would like to dance with you."
"So far only 'dear Billy' has asked and thankfully Charlotte has saved me for the present. Besides, you are the only man here that I am remotely interested in." She smiled.
After a few more dances, Charlotte and Lizzy again found themselves sitting on the sides talking.
"Charlotte, I can't tell you how much I appreciate you saving me from Bill Collins."
"Oh, don't mention it. He's really not that bad. I mean he could be worse."
"Worse that what? The only person here less appealing to me is William Darcy."
"I didn't think Mr. Darcy was that bad."
"Wait until I tell you everything." Lizzy spent the next few minutes telling her about Wickham and his history with Darcy. "And I dressed with such care. I wanted George to see me in something besides a uniform."
"Well, I'm sorry that you're disappointed. But I think you should make the most of the evening. There are plenty of good looking rich men in the room."
"Now you sound like my mother. Next you'll be telling me how much they all make!" They both laughed and Lizzy started to relax.
Just then, Charles and Jane danced by. Jane tossed them a wide smile and waved.
Lizzy smiled in return, "I think Jane is well on her way to being desperately in love."
"Really. Do you think Charles feels the same?"
"It does look that way. He hardly acknowledges anyone else."
"Well, then Jane should make no secret of how she feels, if she is to secure him."
"Secure him?"
"Yes. She should get a commitment from him as soon as possible."
"Before she is sure of his character and personality? Before she is sure he will make her happy?"
"Yes. Happiness in marriage is just a matter of chance. It is better to know as little as possible about your future spouse."
Lizzy shook her head in wonder. "Charlotte. I don't believe you. You would actually marry someone before you knew him."
"Lizzy, I'm not rich nor am I especially pretty. I've got to take what I can get or spend the rest of my life living with my parents."
Lizzy did not know how to respond. She had always thought of her friend as an intelligent person with common sense. What she had just learned had disappointed her.
"Not to change the subject, Lizzy, but William Darcy spends an awful lot of time staring at you."
"I know. It drives me up a wall. I just hope he doesn't come near me or I won't be responsible for my actions."
"I realize you're partial to George, Lizzy, but I wouldn't be so quick to snub a man ten times his worth."
"Charlotte, the day I pick a man like William Darcy over George Wickham is the day I sprout wings and fly."
"Lizzy!" Charlotte exclaimed. Lizzy hadn't realized that her voice had risen in volume. She also hadn't noticed William Darcy walking up to her.
"Elizabeth," he said, "when the music starts again, would you care to dance?"
Lizzy's face flushed, "I hadn't...um...that is to say....sure."
"Great. I'll be back in a few minutes." He walked away.
She groaned. "Why couldn't I think of a reason not to dance with him?"
"Don't be a fool," said Charlotte. "Besides it's only a dance."
The music started and William re-appeared. He offered his hand, which Lizzy reluctantly took and they walked onto the dance floor. William put his arm around her waist, she put her free hand on his shoulder. It wasn't until she glanced up at him that she realized the DJ was playing her favorite song, "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole and Natalie Cole.
As they moved around the dance floor, Lizzy was surprised to find that he was an excellent dancer. He guided her around and through the other couples like an expert. She started to relax and enjoy the music.
The song ended and another slow song began. Without even asking, William took her in his arms again.
"I believe we must have some conversation," Lizzy said. "I could comment on the decorations. You could remark about the number of people in attendance."
"Do you always talk while dancing?" he replied.
"Usually. It seems odd not to."
"I suppose." William didn't want to talk. He was happy just to dance with her, but he didn't want her to think he was being unsociable. "What's new in Hertfordshire?"
"Not a whole lot." She thought for a moment and then said, "There's a new security man on duty."
"Really?"
"Yes, his name is George Wickham." Lizzy watched his face closely. "He seems quite charming."
"Mr. Wickham has the ability to make friends quickly. Whether he is equally capable of keeping them is another story."
"He seems to have lost your friendship in a way he is likely to suffer for forever."
William kept silent. He was afraid to speak lest his anger with Wickham vent on Lizzy.
Lizzy wanted to say more but one look at William's face of stone and she decided to keep quiet for a while.
The music ended once again but instead of waiting for the next song to begin, William guided Lizzy towards her seat. Before they left the floor, they were stopped by Mr. Lucas.
"May I compliment you, sir, on your very fine dancing."
William said nothing.
"I'm sure you will give your lovely partner some of the credit." Mr. Lucas turned then to Lizzy. "I hope to see you two dance again when a certain happy event takes place." He motioned to Charles and Jane who were sitting off by themselves. "Won't that be a grand party, Lizzy?"
"Sir..." she began.
"No, no, I'll keep quiet for now." He turned and walked away.
Lizzy looked at William. He was looking at Charles and Jane very intently. After a few seconds, he seemed to remember Lizzy. He began once again to take her to her seat.
"If I recall correctly, William, you once said that you had a very unforgiving nature. That your good opinion once lost is lost forever."
"I did. Why do you bring that up?"
"I am merely trying to make out your character."
"How do you get on?"
"Not well at all. I hear such different accounts of you that I am completely puzzled."
They reached Lizzy's chair, but William still held her hand. With an earnest look he said, "Elizabeth, I wish that you would not try to figure me out just now. I'm afraid we would both be disappointed with your findings."
"But if I do not do it now, I may never have another chance."
"I would never steal any pleasure of yours." He let go of her hand abruptly and walked away.
Chapter 23
She noticed that William had not danced with anyone since their dance together. He spent his time watching Charles and Jane. Caroline trailed close behind trying to look as though she didn't notice him.
Caroline had seen William and Lizzy dancing. William hardly ever danced with anyone and for him to have singled out Elizabeth Bennet over her was infuriating. She had spent the rest of the evening following William around and looking available. However, William never asked.
It's all Elizabeth Bennet's fault, she thought. She searched the room for Lizzy.
She was sitting with Jane and Charles and the three of them were enjoying themselves immensely. Lizzy stood and walked towards the bar. This is my chance to get her good. Caroline reached the bar at the same time as Lizzy.
"Well, Eliza. I hear that you're quite taken with George Wickham." Caroline leaned in. "No doubt he neglected to tell you about his past. His run in with law, you know and how he treated poor William. I'm sorry that your boyfriend turned out to be such a jerk."
"I can assure you, Caroline that Mr. Wickham told me all about himself and nothing he told me led me to believe that he is a jerk."
Caroline drew herself up and replied, "Forgive my interference. I only wanted to help."
"I doubt it," said Lizzy under her breath as she watched Caroline walk away.
Jane had seen the exchange and came over.
"Lizzy?"
"Caroline Bingley is the most conniving evil person on the face of the earth."
Jane drew Lizzy away from the crowd. "I have asked Charles if he knows anything about George and Charles said that while he does not know the whole story, he fears that Wickham is by no means someone to be trusted."
"Does he know George personally?"
"No."
"Then he has had his information from William Darcy." Lizzy took a deep breath. "Jane, I appreciate Charles' defense of William, it shows him to be a true friend. But I prefer to think of both George and William as I did before."
Before Jane could say anything, the DJ called for everyone's attention. He announced kareoke would be starting and anyone who wanted to sing should come up to the platform.
Jane and Lizzy were both mortified to see Mary race across the floor to be first in line. They both held their breath as she chose a song and took her place in front of the microphone. The music to "Memory" started and Mary began to sing. At first she seemed to do ok, but as the music swelled, Mary decided to put feeling not her singing. What followed sounded more like cats fighting than a Broadway showtune.
Finally the song came to an end and there was a little polite applause. It was enough to give Mary encouragement and she prepared to sing another song. Lizzy caught her father's eye and gave him the "please save us" look. He quickly made his way to the microphone and just as Mary began to sing, he said, "That will do for now, Mary. Let the other young ladies have time to show off."
Mary looked completely embarrassed. Mr. Bennet had spoken in a whisper but unfortunately, he was close enough to the microphone that his words were heard by most of the room.
Bill Collins was standing on the dance floor and decided to take advantage of the quietness of the crowd. "If I was gifted with a pleasing singing voice, I'm sure I wouldn't mind entertaining everyone with a song." He looked around waiting for someone to encourage him further, but to his chagrin, no one spoke. And before he could speak again, Louisa Bingley came forward and stood before the microphone, so Bill moved off into the crowd.
Jane and Lizzy looked at each other in relief, but suddenly a look of horror came on to Jane's face.
"Lizzy! Look!" She pointed to Bill Collins who was standing in front of William Darcy.
"Oh no," said Lizzy. It was apparent that Bill was gushing out all over William and Lizzy was sure she could make out Bill saying "Lady Catherine" and "Rosings."
Just when the two sisters thought the evening could get no worse, their attention turned once again to the microphone. Lydia and Kitty were singing a sexually suggestive song. As one of them sang, the other would do her best bump and grind. There was a small crowd of men standing near by cheering them on.
Lizzy looked around to find her father but her eyes fell on William Darcy. He showed little emotion, but it was obvious that he was completely disgusted with the scene.
Jane had returned to Charles in an attempt to become inconspicuous. Unfortunately for her, Mrs. Bennett was watching and she took great pleasure in loudly proclaiming to her sister, Mrs. Phillips, of Jane's impending engagement. When she was finished with Jane, she turned to Bill Collins and Lizzy.
Lizzy started to believe that her family had gotten together and decided that this would be the night that they would completely expose themselves to the world. She took one last look around and slipped out of the ballroom.
Chapter 24
She looked in on Jane, who was sleeping peacefully with a contented smile and decided to call room service for breakfast. Before she could pick up the telephone, however, there was a quiet knock at the door. When she opened it, she found Charlotte.
"Charlotte! You're up early. Come in."
"I didn't wake you did I?"
"Oh no. I couldn't sleep so I decided to order some breakfast. Can I order something for you?"
"Sure, just tea and fruit."
Lizzy placed the call and sat down on the couch.
"So how did things go after I left?" asked Lizzy.
"Not too bad. Most everyone left. There were only a few people still singing and dancing."
"Kitty and Lydia, no doubt." Lizzy sighed. "Charlotte, you don't know how lucky you are. Your family never causes you any embarrassment."
Charlotte smiled sympathetically. "Your little sisters are rather high spirited."
"That's putting it mildly."
Here they were interrupted by Jane's entering the room.
"Good morning, Lizzy. Good morning, Charlotte. Isn't it a beautiful day." Jane seemed to float into the room.
Lizzy and Charlotte laughed. "In case you haven't noticed, sister, it's raining outside."
"Oh. Is it?" Jane sat down.
"I've ordered room service. Do you want me to call and get something for you?"
"No thanks, I'll take care of it." Jane rose and went to the phone.
"She's completely gone," said Charlotte.
"I'm glad she had a good time."
Jane returned. "Did you both enjoy yourselves last night? I thought it was a wonderful party."
"I've been to better," said Lizzy.
"Now, Lizzy," said Charlotte. "Don't spoil her fun." And turning to Jane, "I had a great time and you're right it was a wonderful party."
"Lizzy, didn't you have a good time?"
"I enjoyed some of it, like dancing with dad, and avoiding Bill Collins."
"He wasn't that bad," said Charlotte quietly.
"And it was kind of fun to watch Caroline trail after William Darcy like a lost puppy."
"Lizzy!" exclaimed Jane.
Lizzy just laughed and went to answer the door.
After breakfast, they packed their bags and prepared to go to the airport. Mr. Bennett had taken the rest of the family already. Just as they were about to walk out of the room the phone rang. It was Charles, who wanted to say good bye and promised to visit Hertfordshire within the next couple of weeks.
They were walking through the lobby, when they bumped into Caroline.
"Jane, dear, how are you? Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Yes, thank you Caroline. How about you?"
"Oh I always enjoy big parties." Caroline glanced at Lizzy, before continuing. "And William and I get to dance so little that any opportunity is welcome."
"Well, I'm glad you had a good time," said Jane. "Will you be joining Charles when he comes to Hertfordshire?"
"Really, I don't know how Charles thinks he can take a vacation when he has so much to do." Caroline stepped closer and said in a loud whisper, "I think I should tell you Jane that Charles is always promising to go here and go there and then he never has the time. I just don't want you to get your hopes up."
She stepped back and before Jane could respond she said, "Well, I'm off. I've got shopping to do and then it's lunch with William and Charles. We're hoping that Georgianna will be able to join us in a few days. She's away at school, you know, and she hardly ever takes a break, but I called her just the other day and I think I may have convinced her to come for a visit. She loves nothing better than a visit with Charles, and of course, myself. William and I have been watching those two for months now and we feel that any day now, cupid's arrow may strike."
In the next minute, Caroline was gone and Lizzy and Jane were left standing in the middle of the hotel lobby. Lizzy looking flushed with anger and Jane looking like she didn't know what to say.
"Don't let anything Caroline says get to you. I'm sure Charles will come for that visit and probably before you think."
"I don't know."
"I do. He loves you Jane Bennett. Anyone who has seen you together knows it."
Jane did not reply. After a few more minutes, they got into a cab and went to the airport.
The flight home was uneventful. Mrs. Bennett was too tired; Kitty and Lydia talked quietly about their conquests; and Mary and Mr. Bennett slept. Jane sat looking out of the window deep in thought and Lizzy tried to read a magazine but kept looking up to check on Jane.
Chapter 25
The next couple of weeks passed quietly. Charles called once, the day after they returned home. He restated his intention to visit, but added that William was keeping him very busy. After that, Jane heard nothing from either of the Bingleys.
Elizabeth watched her day after day. She wanted to give Jane encouragement and comfort, but Charles' silence did not offer much hope.
Lizzy had seen George Wickham the week after the party. He began to make excuses for his absence but then stopped and said, "No with you I know I can speak the truth. As the time drew nearer, I decided that it would be better not to meet with William. Scenes might arise that would have hurt more than him or me."
Lizzy had affirmed his decision warmly. She had no desire to see Bingley or anyone else embarrassed.
She and George had a few dates, but it seemed to her that there was something holding him back from forming a more exclusive attachment to her. She did not want to seem desperate, so she never asked him about it.
One evening, after having dinner with George, Lizzy arrived home to find Jane sitting on the couch crying.
"Jane, what is it? What has happened?" Lizzy sat down next to her and put her arm around her.
"Oh Lizzy." Jane struggled to compose herself. "I've just had a call from Caroline Bingley. She said that Charles won't be coming for a visit."
"Well maybe he can come another time."
Jane shook her head. "Not now, not ever. She said that he isn't going to rent the cottage, that he's too busy with Georgianna Darcy."
"I don't believe that for one second," said Lizzy angrily.
"Caroline wouldn't lie to me. She sees that Charles cares for someone else and is trying to let me down gently. In fact, he probably asked her to call. He doesn't want to tell me himself." Jane began to cry again.
"Jane, listen to me. Charles doesn't care for Georgianna. Caroline doesn't want him seeing you that's all. She wants him to date Georgianna. She hopes that by getting her brother together with William's sister, that William will finally date her."
"Lizzy, I can't believe that. Caroline either knows this for sure or she is mistaken."
"The by all means, believe that she is mistaken. She can't make her brother love someone else."
"But Lizzy, he hasn't called, or e-mailed or even written. I think that says it all."
"All that says is that his sisters and friend are trying to keep him away from you."
Jane just shook her head, cried harder and went to her room.
Chapter 26
Surprisingly, when Bill came, Lizzy saw little of him. She was expecting him around every corner and every time the telephone rang, she was afraid it was him.
One morning there was a knock at her door and Charlotte appeared.
"Hi Lizzy, how are you?"
"Pretty good. I'm a little worried about Jane but other than that things are fine."
"She hasn't heard from Charles, I take it."
"No. I feel so bad for her." Lizzy leaned back in her chair. "I just know that somehow William Darcy and Caroline Bingley are involved." She thought a moment and then said, "Oh well, I guess there's no sense in worrying about it. There isn't much I can do."
Charlotte didn't seem to hear her. "Charlotte? Is everything ok?"
"Well, yes and no. Do you have a few minutes to go for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure."
They walked to the coffee shop and found a table.
"So," said Lizzy. "What's up?"
"Well, I'm not sure how to tell you this so I guess I'll just say it." Charlotte took a deep breath. "Bill Collins and I are getting married."
Lizzy gave a little laugh. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, Lizzy. I'm completely serious. Last night, he proposed and this morning, I accepted."
"I see."
"You're not angry are you?"
"Angry! No, just surprised. I didn't realize you two were dating."
"We haven't had a long courtship, I know, but after the party in London, he called quite a bit and then he's practically spent all of his visit with me."
Lizzy was quiet. She was still trying to comprehend what her best friend was telling her.
"I can see what you're thinking Elizabeth. I'm not romantic or passionate like you. I'm convinced that my chances of happiness with Bill are as good as they would be with anyone else."
"Charlotte, if Bill is the man that makes you happy then I wish you both the best. Have you set a date?'
"Yes, the wedding will be just before Christmas."
"Wow! You two aren't wasting any time."
"Lady Catherine wants us settled by January. Bill has just been promoted to Vice President in charge of Public Relations," Charlotte said proudly.
"That's great. Where will you live?"
"Lady Catherine's Rosings estate is just outside of town in Hunsford. We will live in a cottage on her property."
"How nice."
"Elizabeth, I'm not likely to leave Hunsford for at least a year. My father and sister are coming for a visit in March. Would you promise to be one of the party? Truly, I'd be happier to see you than either of them."
"I'd love to, but only if you promise me a peek at the infamous Lady C."
"That you could scarcely avoid, even if you wished to." They both laughed.
Later that evening, Lizzy told Jane about the surprising engagement.
"I can't believe it," exclaimed Lizzy. "I always thought of Charlotte as an intelligent person, but now I'm not so sure. She's got to know that she's marrying one of the stupidest, egotistical men in England."
"Now, Lizzy, you do not allow for differences in personality and ambitions. Mr. Collins may not be the smartest man but he is respectable. If Charlotte truly loves him then what's to stop them from being happy."
"Nothing I suppose," Lizzy said as she flopped down on the sofa. "I guess I just expected more for her that she has accepted for herself."
"I talked to mother today. She said that Uncle Edmund and Aunt Madeline will be here for Christmas."
"Wonderful! It's been a long time since we've seen them and the kids." Lizzy thought a moment. "Jane, what would you think of going back to London with them after the holidays."
"Why would you have me go to town, Lizzy?"
"Oh, I don't know. You could do the station audit instead of me and it would be a nice change in scenery for you. You could take a month or so and do some sightseeing or maybe take a couple of classes. They have that short semester thing, now."
"But what about things here?"
"Oh I can handle them, besides, it's our slow season."
"I would like to finish my management degree," Jane said thoughtfully.
"Perfect."
Just then, the telephone rang.
"Hello," said Lizzy.
"Oh Elizabeth, it's too awful!" wailed Lydia.
"What! What's happened?"
"It's George! He...oh it's just terrible!"
"Lydia calm down and tell me what's happened." By this time, Jane had come to stand next to Lizzy and they were sharing the telephone receiver.
They could hear Lydia wailing something about George. Finally, Kitty got on the line.
"Lizzy?"
"Kitty, what has happened? Why is Lydia so upset?"
"She saw George Wickham today and he told her that he was going to be married
"Married! To who?" Lizzy sat down.
"Mary King!"
"Mary King!! I didn't even know they knew each other." Lizzy couldn't believe that she hadn't seen this coming. George had never given her any indication that he was seeing anyone but herself.
"Remember back about a month ago, Mary's mother died? Well, apparently Mary came into a hefty fortune, but she couldn't touch it until her eighteenth birthday, which was..."
"...last week," finished Lizzy. "But I saw her this morning. She never said anything about it."
"I know. It's been a big secret."
"It certainly has," said Lizzy quietly. She hung up the phone and told Jane the whole story.
Jane couldn't say anything. She was too busy watching Lizzy.
"Elizabeth, are you all right," Jane finally said.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I had thought that you were somewhat attached to George."
"We never had any exclusive agreement, Jane. We never said we wouldn't see other people."
"Lizzy, seeing other people is one thing. George is engaged to be married. You can't tell me this doesn't affect you."
"I am surprised. Oddly though I'm not that upset," Lizzy said.
"Are you sure?"
"Believe it or not, yes, I'm sure." Lizzy smiled at her sister.
That was enough for Jane. She could stop worrying about her sister.
Chapter 27
A few days before Christmas, Mrs. Bennet's brother, Edmund Gardiner and his wife Madeline came for a visit. They brought their four children. Mrs. Gardiner was younger than Mrs. Bennet by a quite a few years so she got along with her nieces very well. With the two oldest, there was a special bond.
After the flurry of Christmas morning, Mrs. Gardiner had the opportunity to talk with Lizzy.
"Lizzy, are you really not bothered by George Wickham's engagement?"
"Aunt Maddie, you sound just like Jane." Lizzy laughed. "I can assure you that while I miss the company of a handsome man, I am not broken hearted."
"Good, I knew you would not let something like this get you down." She turned serious. "Now, about Jane. Tell me all about this Charles Bingley."
Lizzy told her aunt all about the short courtship. "Oh, Aunt. I never saw someone so much in love as Jane and Charles. I just know that Charles' sister and friend had something to do with his not coming back."
"Jane does not seem to be getting over this quickly."
"No, she isn't. That's why I was hoping you and Uncle Edmund might take her back to London with you. She could really use the change in scenery and if she should happen to see Charles, well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing either."
"I think that's a wonderful idea. We'd love to have Jane stay with us for a while."
"Great." Lizzy hugged her aunt. "I knew I could count on you."
The Gardiners stayed only a week and when they left, they took Jane with them.
Lizzy and Jane spoke or emailed almost every day. For the first week, their conversations were pretty much the same. Lizzy would ask if Jane had seen the Bingleys and Jane would say no and try to make up reasons why Caroline hadn't returned her phone calls.
About two weeks after Jane left, Lizzy got an email from her. When she saw the subject line her heart started beating faster.
To: lizzyb@hert.com
From: janeb@hert.com
Subject: The BingleysLizzy, I just thought I'd check in. As I told you last week I ran in to Caroline Bingley. Uncle Edmund took Aunt and I out to dinner to a very nice restaurant. As we were leaving, I saw Caroline in the lounge. I thought I'd go over and say hello. She was surprised to see me. Apparently she did not get any of my phone messages. She said her answering machine was on the fritz. I thought she seemed happy to see me although perhaps a little under the weather. We set up a time to meet for coffee.
Yesterday, she called and canceled, something about Louisa being ill. We only talked for a few minutes, but in that short time I found that Charles knows of my being in London but is very busy and spends his little free time with William and Georgianna Darcy. Caroline expects and announcement any day.
I know that you will not laugh at me when I tell you that I now realize that Caroline was never my friend and that Charles no longer cares for me, if in fact, he ever did.
Luckily, my classes are keeping me very busy. All I lack is you to cheer me up. I look forward to coming home, where (Mother allowing) we can get back to living our simple life.
Write back soon, I miss you.
Love, Jane
Lizzy shook her head sadly as she read her sister's message. At least now, thought Lizzy, Jane is not taken in by Caroline Bingley.
The weeks passed and Jane came home just in time to help Lizzy get ready for her visit with Charlotte.
"Jane, if you'd rather, I won't go. I can visit Charlotte some other time."
"Lizzy, really," Jane smiled. "Are you sure it's you that doesn't want to go."
"Well, I do miss Charlotte," Lizzy began. "But I'm not sure I can take two full weeks of 'Dear Billy' reminding me what I missed out on."
Jane laughed. "Perhaps marriage has changed him?"
"Charlotte's not that lucky, nor that demanding. She'd never push him hard enough to change."
Well, at least you'll be somewhere where you can walk, and I think Mrs. Lucas said that Charlotte and Bill have a pool and a jacuzzi."
"Yes, I should be able to escape once and awhile."
Chapter 28
"Well, Maria," said Mr. Lucas as he surveyed the limousine's interior, "it seems your sister has made a very fortunate match."
He would have continued praising his eldest daughter's choice, but then he remembered Mr. Collin's first choice sat next to him. The rest of the ride was spent looking out the windows for the first glimpse of Rosings.
Finally the limousine pulled into the circular drive in front of a large cottage and stopped. As the party climbed out of the limousine, Charlotte and Bill came out of the house.
Bill began welcoming them to his "humble abode" and immediately claimed Mr. Lucas' attention as he described Lady Catherine and all she had done for he and Charlotte.
Charlotte kissed her father, hugged her sister, and then greeted Lizzy.
"Lizzy, I'm so happy to see you." The two friends hugged.
"Charlotte, it seems like forever since we've seen each other. E-mail and phone calls just aren't sufficient replacements."
Here they were interrupted by Bill calling them to come into the house.
"Dear Cousin Elizabeth, it makes me happy to welcome you to our happy little love nest."
Lizzy shivered inwardly, but said, "Thank you Bill, I'm happy to be here."
After they had been shown their rooms and luggage was unpacked, Lizzy, Charlotte, and Maria sat out on the deck.
"Charlotte, this is really a lovely spot. The view is wonderful" said Lizzy.
"Yes, you've come at a great time. Everything is just about to begin blooming."
"Do you and Bill spend most of your time out here?"
"I do. Bill spends a lot of time on the front porch. He can see the roadway to the main house better and he can hear the telephone from there."
Lizzy looked questioningly at her friend.
"Lady Catherine," stated Charlotte.
"So tell me all about the famous Lady C," said Lizzy.
"Oh yes, Charlotte, is she as scary as I've heard?" said Maria.
"She's not scary, Maria. She's a very attentive neighbor. Just last week she stopped in to help me choose the wallpaper in the entryway."
Lizzy tried not to roll her eyes as she remembered the large red poppies on dark green stripes that adorned the walls of hallway.
"And what of Anne de Bourg?" asked Lizzy.
"She's awfully quiet. She doesn't get out much. I'm afraid Lady Catherine keeps a tight reign on her. Given the chance, I think she'd be a really nice person."
They were interrupted by Bill and Mr. Lucas.
"Charlotte, my love, I'm going to show your father the gardens." He turned to Lizzy and Maria. "Perhaps you ladies would like to join us?"
Maria immediately agreed. He then turned to Lizzy.
"Thank you, Bill, but if you don't mind, I think I'll just stay here and rest. It's been a long day."
After the three left, Charlotte spoke again.
"Lizzy, I must tell you something and I'm afraid it might make you angry."
"Nothing you could ever say would make me truly angry," said Lizzy affectionately.
"This might." Charlotte took a deep breath. "In a few days, Lady Catherine is expecting company."
"Why should that make me angry?"
"She's expecting two of her nephews."
Lizzy began to put two and two together. "Charlotte…."
"Yes, Lizzy, William Darcy is one of them.
"For the love of…." Lizzy stood up and began to pace around the deck. "I knew this was too good to be true. I come out here for a couple weeks of rest and relaxation and he finds a way to mess that up too. His cousin is probably just like him. Snobby, condescending…" She stopped in front of Charlotte. "Did you know this before we got here?"
"Well, sort of," said Charlotte quietly.
"Sort of! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't come." Charlotte stood and took hold of Lizzy's shoulders.
"Look with Darcy here, Lady Catherine won't need us to keep her company. We'll probably never even see him."
Lizzy let out a heavy sigh and chuckled. "Just promise me if we do have to see him you'll make sure I'm sufficiently drunk first."
Charlotte laughed. "Lizzy, we both know that you've never been drunk in your life. I will promise that if the situation presents itself, I won't leave you alone with him. Or his cousin."
The phone rang and Charlotte went to answer it. She returned after a few minutes.
"Well, Lizzy, consider yourself honored. That was Lady Catherine. She wants us all to come for dinner this evening."
"Well, joy to the world," said Lizzy sarcastically.
"Come on, at least the food will be good and she always serves the most decadent desserts."
Charlotte grabbed Lizzy by the hand and dragged her out to look for the rest of the party.
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