Section I, Next Section
Part 1
Posted on Monday, 18 January 1999
"Everyone, say hello to Miss Bennet. She will be student teaching our class for the next ten weeks."
Catherine Bennet laughed as mischievous smiles crossed the faces of half of the History classroom. The students at Longbourn High School were notorious for torturing student teachers. Last year, two of Catherine's classmates decided to drop out of the education program altogether after teaching at this school. Catherine knew she had her work cut out for her, but she was never one to back down on a challenge.
Catherine made her way to the teachers' lounge after school. Her sister Jane, a teacher in the elementary wing, was seated on a worn sofa with another colleague, Mr. Collins, whom Catherine could not stand. They were discussing a new student. Suzie Bingley had started her first day of Kindergarten in Jane's class. Despite Jane's frequent attempts to make the student comfortable, Suzie had not spoken a word in Jane's hearing. Jane was worried.
Catherine took a seat next to Jane. She noticed that the teacher Jane was speaking to seemed to be only half listening, as the expression on his pock-marked face looked as if he could think of much better things to speak to Jane about. Jane, sweet and innocent as a girl, had not noticed, and took his silence and rapt attention to mean that he was listening intently. She was surprised to hear Jane speak about a Bingley. Surely it could not be the same… Catherine addressed her sister.
"Jane, you said the name was Bingley, do you think…?"
Jane's face paled. "No."
Kitty was surprised at the animosity in that simple phrase. Jane was never one to speak harshly. Kitty decided not to press the issue…for now.
At that moment, the school secretary entered with a stack of telephone messages to place in the teachers' mailboxes.
"Jane, I believe there is a message here for you…" she muttered as she sorted through the pile of pink sheets. "Ah, here it is…a Mr. Bingley for Miss Bennet."
Jane blanched, but she thanked the woman and took the note. She read it over and frowned slightly. "Excuse me, the note says to call before 4:30, I have to hurry. I'll meet you at home, Kitty!" Jane grabbed her coat and flew out the door. Mr. Collins, an English and Religion teacher in the high school, turned to Catherine. His eyes raked over her body, and Catherine felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Did I hear correctly that you are Jane's sister?" He said in a high-pitched voice, slicking his oily black hair back with one hand.
Catherine swallowed and tried to think of a polite way to get away. She recognized Mr. Collins. He had divorced his wife Charlotte when he "fell in love" with another teacher at the school. The woman he had apparently left Charlotte for had recently filed a sexual harassment suit against Mr. Collins, saying that he had fabricated the affair, and had tarnished her reputation. Catherine had this from a good source, for Mr. Collins' ex-wife was a close friend of the Bennet family. She was also Catherine's campus-based student teacher supervisor.
Mr. Collins did not notice her discomfort and continued, walking closer to her. "Jane is a lovely woman. And so, it seems, is her sister. I was going to ask Jane to accompany me for a drink after work, but as she is otherwise occupied, may I ask her sister?"
Catherine frowned. "Mr. Collins, I am a student teacher at this school. It can hardly be proper for a faculty member to ask me out."
Mr. Collins acted like he was taken aback. "Why Miss Bennet, I would not dream of asking you on a date! I just thought you might like to rehash your day with a faculty member. Although I am not a Social Studies teacher, I can still offer good advice to you."
Catherine thought of a great way to get the odious Mr. Collins off of her back. "Sir, I have to meet with Mrs., ah, Miss Lucas this afternoon."
As Catherine had suspected, Collins blanched, muttered an excuse, and practically ran from the room at the mention of his ex. With a rueful smile, Catherine thought that Collins would most likely, hopefully, steer clear of the protégé of his ex wife from now on.
Chapter 2
Charles Bingley sat at a small desk in the library in his new home. As he pressed a telephone to his ear, varying emotions played across his handsome face. The conversation was short, and Charles returned the handset to its cradle with unusual reluctance.
He sat for a moment, staring at the phone. Then, in a restless movement, he stood and walked to the window. Finally, he sank into a large, creaky leather chair that smelled faintly of cigars and cognac.
He was startled out of his reverie with the entrance of two gentlemen in matching white polo shirts with broad green horizontal stripes, riding breeches and leather boots. The older gentleman, John Fairchild, was about Charles' age, in his early thirties. He had dark brown hair and a handsome weathered face. Steel gray eyes were surrounded by the faintest of lines. The other gentleman, Alexander Waterpool, was in his mid twenties. He had soft brown hair that curled slightly with sweat. His blue eyes sparkled with good humor, and his cheeks were ruddy with exertion.
Charles jumped out of his chair, delighted to see his two friends. "Hello John, Alexander! How was the match?"
"It was great!" Alexander laughed, "The horses were in fine spirits today, Charles. You should have come. Our team had a clean lead by the third chukker, and dominated the rest of the game."
John Fairchild was not quite as exuberant as his younger friend was. With a sigh, he sank into another one of the leather chairs. In a rather tired voice, he simply stated that it was a good game and then asked Charles about his day.
"I just spoke with Suzie's teacher." A slow, tentative smile spread across his face, "Lovely voice…familiar voice…Bennet, hmmm…"
John frowned at the expression on his friend's face. "Charles, don't start falling in love just yet. She is probably an old spinster living in a dusty old house with ten cats."
Alexander laughed and slapped John on the back. "Ever the optimist, eh, John?"
Charles was lost momentarily in his own thoughts. "Haven't met her? Hmmm…probably not. It can't possibly be…" He recovered and laughed, "Well, spinster or not, I am meeting her for lunch tomorrow. She would like to discuss Suzie." A small frown creased his forehead. "She said that my daughter does not seem comfortable in her class."
John walked to the window and stated in a bored voice, "Charles, if I were you, I would put Suzie in a private school with children of her own class. You cannot expect much from a public school."
Charles shrugged at the comment. He then mentioned that Miss Bennet was bringing her sister, a student teacher at the school, along to the lunch. He asked John to join him, to keep the sister company. He really wanted a companion to distract from the disappointment that he would feel when, as undoubtedly would be the case, he found that Miss Bennet was not who he secretly hoped she would be.
"Charles, you are hopeless. Will you never stop trying to set me up? I am quite content to die a bachelor, thank you. I like my cigars and dogs and old slippers and, most importantly, quiet!" He cleared his throat, "My presence at your meeting would only distract you from that which you wish to discuss. Anyhow, I have business to attend to in Boston tomorrow." He frowned, "In fact, I wonder at Miss Bennet for bringing her sister along for a parent-teacher meeting. It does not show any degree of professionalism…"
Alexander laughed and rolled his eyes. "John, you are beginning to seriously sound like Darcy before he met Elizabeth! If she is a student teacher, it will do her good to see such a meeting. Charles, if you like, I will join you"
"I don't think I will ever understand either of you," John muttered. "Now, I must change out of these dirty clothes. Alex here did not want to bother with the clubhouse today." He turned on his heel and left the room.
"What has gotten into him?" Charles asked.
Charles and Alex looked at each other for a moment and then both burst into laughter.
In the front hall, John ran into Caroline Bingley. She took a deep breath at the sight of the usually so proper man. His dark brown hair was messed and his face glowed with exercise. Catherine usually did not like men who appeared so disheveled, but for some reason she felt week at the knees. He looked so manly.
"John," she simpered, "It was so kind of you to come along to help us settle in. You always seem to be here when we need you. I hope you always will be. Why when Samantha died, I don't know how Charles and I would have survived without you."
It was common knowledge that Caroline had hated Samantha from the moment she and Charles were married, although they had been good friends beforehand. John assumed that she resented the fact that she had lost the status of mistress of the Bingley family. When Samantha had died bearing Suzanne five years earlier, Caroline had abruptly made an about-face, and sought sympathy from everyone, claiming that the two had been the best of friends. Caroline had been prostrate with grief, and was no help in consoling her brother. John, an old school friend of Charles', had stepped in and slowly helped Bingley get his life back on track. This move to the States was the final step. Charles' heart was mostly healed, but Samantha's memory filled the elegant house they had shared in London. When the architecture firm Fairchild owned decided to open a branch in America, he had persuaded Charles to move overseas and oversee the project. It was an excellent opportunity for the gentleman to gain a new start to his life.
John studied Caroline cautiously. "Hmm, well yes, Caroline. Always glad to help an old friend."
"And we are old friends, aren't we, John?"
John elegantly, if impatiently, excused himself from Caroline's presence, and went to Bingley's study to examine the quotes his London office had faxed to him. Fairchild was irritated by Caroline Bingley, who so selfishly put her own desires above everyone else's; who so obviously threw herself at John and his fortune. If Bingley were not such a good friend, he would have left immediately after Charles was settled. At Charles' request, however, he had agreed to stay for two months. Yes, Caroline was a thorn in his side, but wow, was she good looking! Maybe if she got rid of the purple stilettos and the red-orange lipstick…He shook his head and laughed at himself.
Back in the library, Alexander and Charles were arguing over a college basketball game they had seen the night before.
Suddenly, a small five-year-old child ran into the room, blonde curls flying, and threw her arms around Charles. She giggled as he lifted her high above his head and then set her back on her feet.
"How was your day, sweetheart?" Suzie frowned. "I don't like school," she stated.
"How do you like your teacher?"
The child smiled slightly. "I am just scared of being in such a big school! My teacher is lovely and nice…"
"Do you know her first name, dear?"
Like a romantic little five year old, she replied, "Oh, I think it is Gwenn…Gwenny-veer! Like the princess in the story teacher read us today about King Art-her."
No, Suzie did not know her name. But what did it matter? The woman couldn't possibly be Jane. What were the chances of them both ending up in the same town in the States? What were the chances, for that matter, of her working in the very school where he had placed his daughter?
Chapter Three
Charles Bingley walked into the elegant marble lobby of the Longbourn hotel. As the glass doors closed behind him, he stomped fresh snow off of his shoes. Charles removed his heavy gray wool coat and scarf, put his leather gloves in a coat pocket, and threw the coat over his arm. His forehead wrinkled as he glanced at the gold watch on his wrist and cursed lunch-hour traffic. He hastily ran a hand through his snow-dampened hair and turned on his heel, starting towards the restaurant. Almost immediately, he stopped in his tracks. Jane Bennet stood a mere ten feet away in the entrance to the restaurant, staring at him.
Jane watched the gentleman walk through the doors. Although she could not see his face from where she was standing, there was something very familiar about his stride and the way he carried his shoulders. She watched with a smile as he adjusted his clothing. Suddenly he turned towards her and recognition shot through her like white lightning. Eyes widened in surprise, Jane unconsciously stepped backwards, and dropped the book she was carrying. With only a few steps separating them, Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley stood, oblivious to the flurry of activity around them.
When they spoke on the phone, Bingley and Bennet had, of course, recognized each other's last names and vaguely recognized the voices. Deep down, however, each had reasoned that it was not possible. After all, each thought the other was still firmly established in England. Even after speaking on the phone, their minds had rebelled against what their hearts knew to be true. In the never-ending game of destiny, their paths had crossed again in the most unlikely of circumstances. Deeply suppressed memories returned in the moment that their eyes met; and long forgotten pain surfaced as scars do after sunburn. Yes, they had been in love once; but that had ended the day Elizabeth married William. This was the first time that they had seen each other since Jane's sister married Charles' friend. It had been eight years.
Charles coughed to cover his discomposure, and quickly walked over to Jane, retrieving the book at her feet. He tried to break the uneasy silence, "It is…good…to see you again, Ja..." He paused awkwardly, "Miss Bennet." Noting her continuing silence, Charles changed tactics, and tired to charm her, which had worked so well in the past. He grinned, "You look gorgeous, as usual."
Jane's jaw dropped and anger flashed in her blue eyes. If she had been Elizabeth, she probably would have slapped him for that nonchalant comment.
He regretted it immediately. He began to apologize, but instead clamped his mouth shut lest he make a greater fool of himself. Much better to gather what was left of his wits before speaking another word.
Alexander entered the building, car keys jingling in hand, oblivious to the battle that was silently raging before him. As he walked to the couple, he spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "Miss Bennet, I presume?" He removed his right glove and held the hand out to Jane. "Are you the elder or the younger?"
Jane stared blankly at Alex for a moment. She then laughed softly, trying to cover her discomposure over Charles' presence. In a shaky voice she said, "Elder? Well, I suppose that is what you could call me. Catherine will be along as soon as she finds a parking place."
"Ah, well, why don't you two find the table and I will be along in a moment. I need to make a few phone calls. That way you can discuss Bingley's daughter uninterrupted, at least for a little while." With a good-natured smile, he walked back into the lobby of the hotel, leaving two extremely bewildered individuals staring after him. Jane's fists were clenched so tight that they were white, and the muscles in Charles' jaw worked as he tried to contain his emotion.
Charles recovered his composure first. "Jane," the name was a caress. His blue eyes implored her to not walk away. He held out her book. As she reached to take it, her eyes rested on his left hand. He wore no ring.
Charles noticed the subject of her interest. A tentative smile crept across his face, and he stepped closer, raising his hand as if to touch her face.
Pain written plainly on her face, Jane stepped back. Charles stood a moment in confusion, and then lowered his hand to offer her his arm, instead. She stared at the proffered arm a moment before she lightly placed her hand on it, so lightly that they were barely touching. After two heartbeats, the pair continued into the dining room.
The hostess seated them, noticing that neither one seemed to notice her presence. They did not reach for the menus that she tried to give them, so she placed them unnoticed on the corner of the table. She made a futile attempt to offer them drinks, but finally threw her hands up in the air and walked away.
Finally, Charles spoke, his blue eyes sliding from Jane's face to the napkin he was mauling in his hands. "Jane, I have wanted to see you for so long… I have so many things to say to you…" He looked up, his eyes troubled and a small frown wrinkling his forehead. In an anguished voice, he continued, "I do not know where to begin…"
Jane stared at her hands, a silent battle raging within. Suddenly, she smiled slightly and laid her hand on his sleeve, commanding him to look her in the eye. "Then let's begin at the end."
Chapter 4
When Alexander returned to the lobby, there was already someone using the single pay phone. As he waited, he began to admire the figure of the woman on the phone. She wore a trim gray suit with a skirt that came just above the knee. She had a small waist, but deliciously full hips. He imagined that her chest was as nice. Her dark blonde hair was smoothed into an elegant braided chignon, held with two jeweled sticks. Several tendrils escaped, brushing a slender neck. He leaned against a nearby colonnade, enchanted as she wrapped the phone cord around one slender finger. She turned her face slightly, revealing a lovely ear with a simple diamond earring. He could not see more than a glimpse of the soft flutter of dark eyelashes on her smooth cheek. Alexander grinned and seriously considered forgoing his phone calls to speak to this woman.
He stepped slightly foreword to hear what her voice sounded like just as she hung up the phone. His white teeth flashed in his tan face as he smiled enchantingly. The young woman turned around. Alex's smile was replaced by a look of utter astonishment.
Catherine gasped when she saw the man standing before her. "Alex!" she stated in an extremely confused, breathless voice, her blue-green eyes wide with surprise. With a joyful exclamation, she threw her arms around the astonished gentleman.
"Kate?" He could not believe it. Kate Bennet had been his best friend from the time she was ten and he was twelve until Catherine's freshman year in college. He smiled as he laid his cheek on the top of her head. It felt so good to hold her again. He was, however, more than a little surprised at her joyful welcoming hug. After all, he hadn't seen her for a long time.
Catherine pulled back slightly with a brilliant smile on her face. Looking at the man in front of her, Kate was at a loss for words. Alex had turned from a boy to a man. His face had weathered and become more handsome than ever. His manner had changed from the easy-going frat-boy into self-assured, calm, charming gentleman. His blue eyes radiated intelligence as well as an expression that Kate couldn't place. She shook off her confusion. "Oh my dear friend, I have missed you. It has been, what, two years?"
Alex grinned wryly, "Yeah, something like that..."three years, seven days since you walked out of my life.
"I am so happy to see you! I can't believe that we never ran into each other since you switched to Oxford."
Alex looked surprised. "We did, once. I ran into you as you boarded the plane to Dublin to marry…what is his name?"
Catherine laughed. "Colin? No, we weren't right for each other. I realized that when I arrived and his mother met me at the airport with an apology that he would be several days late because of a business venture." A gorgeous smile of pure joy crossed Alex's face.
At that moment, Mr. Collins waddled into the lobby. Immediately, his bulging eyes rested on Catherine and her companion. He walked over with a sappy grin on his sallow face. With a shrewd glance at the gentleman, he took Catherine's hand and kissed it. "My dear Catherine, I am so sorry that you could not join me yesterday. I took that as a rain check. I will take you out soon, my dear."
Catherine glared at Collins and jerked her hand out of his grasp. How dare he! But she did not want to get on his bad side. Her future as a teacher depended on getting a good recommendation from the school, and if she antagonized Collins, there was no telling what he would do to make her time difficult. So Catherine held her anger inside.
Alex did not notice Catherine's expression of disgust because he was too busy studying the man in front of him. He was totally repulsed that Kate would befriend such a man, never mind date him! But she must be seeing him, because there is no other excuse for the man to speak in such a suggestive voice. And the Kate he knew would never stand for such treatment from anyone but a love interest. Alex suddenly felt very ill. He stepped back, willing himself to be calm.
Catherine tried to think of some way to be free of this odious man. She stepped over, grabbed Alex's arm, and pulled him over to Collins. "Alex, this is Bill Collins." She turned to Mr. Collins, "This is Alex Waterpool. He is an old friend that I have not seen for years."
Collins coldly shook his hand. Realizing that he was not wanted, he announced that he would leave them alone. With a final leer at Catherine, he said, "I will see you tomorrow!" He left with one last challenging glance at Alex.
Alex studied Catherine's face closely. She seemed rather flippant about Collins. Perhaps she was not dating him. But why else would she put up with such treatment by him? He was fairly sure of one thing; Kate did not love Collins. He had seen that in her quick dismissal of the man, in her closed expression. Alex's eyes clouded over, "Kate, do you see him often?"
In a distracted voice, Catherine responded, "I see him almost every day."
Alex frowned. "He does not seem like the type of man to make you happy. Is he a rich man? Is that why you date him?"
Catherine gasped, "Is that what you take me for? Do you actually think I could date such a man? Alex, I thought you knew me better than that!" Her eyes filled with tears.
Alex closed his eyes, visibly shaken. "No, Kate! I…"
Catherine tried not to let Alex see how much he had hurt her. In a cold voice, she stated, "Save it, Alex." She forced herself to smile, "It was nice to see you again. I must meet Jane for lunch. Please excuse me."
At the mention of Jane, Alex mentally slapped himself for not realizing it earlier. He grabbed Catherine's arm to keep her from walking away. "It seems that I am to be your date for lunch, Kate. My friend Charles Bingley must meet with your sister about his daughter, who is in her class. I came along to keep her sister…you…company."
Catherine paled visibly. "Charles? Did you say Charles Bingley?" Then to herself, "We joked about the possibility, but never really thought…Oh my, are they alone together? Oh, I have to get in there."
Feeling faint, Catherine let Alex take her arm and lead her to the restaurant. "Oh, this is going to be a wonderful day," she muttered under her breath.
Chapter 5
Charles looked at Jane, shaking his head at her peculiar comment. A small spark of hope leaped into his eyes. "At the end…?"
Jane shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, Charles. Why are you here?"
He leaned back in his chair. "I came to lunch today to speak about Suzie, if that is what you mean…"
Jane looked at him in surprise. "Yes, that is true. I actually meant to ask why you are in Longbourn, why you are in the States…But perhaps we should discuss…" her eyes were momentarily clouded with pain, "your daughter." She closed her eyes and swallowed as she said the last word.
Charles, noting her distress, decided that this would be a good time to tell his story. "Yes, my daughter Suzie. I believe she has suffered greatly for the lack of a mother." Jane looked up in surprise. "Yes, Jane, Samantha died when Suzanne was born."
At the mention of Samantha, Jane's head jerked up, and her eyes flamed. "So, you married her!"
Charles cleared his throat nervously. "Yes, I did. Although our relationship did not start under the best of circumstances…" He colored and looked at Jane anxiously. "I am sorry…you did not know." He whispered, "how could you. You were not to be found."
Jane started to defend herself, but Charles held his hand up. "No, let me continue. You did not know because you ran before I could tell you." He continued to explain that after Elizabeth and William left their wedding reception, Caroline came and told him that Samantha, a young woman who had been friends with the Bingleys for years, had sprained her ankle dancing. She enlisted his help in carrying the young woman. Caroline told Charles to bring the young woman to a back parlor because it was the least likely to be invaded by party guests. Caroline had left him to perform the task as she, supposedly, went to get the doctor. Instead of bringing a doctor, she brought Jane, claiming that there was a rare painting in the parlor that she should see. As they walked to the half-closed door, Jane saw Charles tenderly laying a young woman, who had her arms encircled around his neck, on the couch. Jane turned and ran from the room, and out of his life. Charles started to run after her, but she had disappeared by the time he got past Caroline. By Jane's request, Elizabeth had kept her location hidden all these years. Eventually Charles found out that the deed had been an act of revenge by Caroline against the Bennets. She was so angry that Elizabeth had taken the man she intended to marry that she would not allow another Bennet sister to enter her own family and take her importance within it from her. Samantha had really sprained her ankle, and Caroline had simply leaped at the opportunity it presented. When the truth was discovered, Elizabeth had tried to tell Jane, but her sister stated flatly that she never wanted to hear Charles Bingley's name again.
Jane listened silently, eyes downcast. At the end of the story, she looked up, her eyes full of tears. She extended her hand and squeezed his.
"And Samantha…"
"She was so sorry that she had been the cause of my heartache that she began to do special things for me to make up for it. Two years after you left, I gave up hope of finding you. We were married. It was a pleasant marriage. We were not overtly in love, because she carried the memory of a lover that died several years earlier. For me, there was always you." At this, he looked at her with such intensity that it took her breath away. "We were happy, though, because we became great friends. She died when Suzie was born." His face became sorrowful as he thought of his wife. "Suzie was raised without a mother. I think that that may be a contributing factor in her problems in school. I spoiled her, I fear, and she never had to ask for attention. To be suddenly placed in a school where everyone grew up together must be traumatic for her." He looked up and was astonished at the brilliance of Jane's smile. There were tears in her eyes.
"Charles, I should have known not to doubt you. But when I saw…my eyes deceived my heart. I am so sorry." The kind, sweet heart that Jane had been praised for as a young woman showed itself once more. Without blinking an eyelash, she had accepted Charles' explanation, and had effectively put the past behind her.
Charles kissed the palms of her hands. "My dear Jane, can we start over again?"
Jane blushed suddenly and reclaimed her hands from Bingley as Catherine and Alexander entered. She studied her sister carefully. Kitty's face was white and Alexander's forehead was creased in a frown. In a slightly hoarse voice, Catherine introduced Alexander to her sister.
"Yes, we met in the hall," Jane paused, noticing that Kitty had called him Alex, rather than Alexander. She wondered at the informality, at their closed faces. "Do you two already know each other?" she asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
Alex averted his face and Kate pulled her hand from his arm. In a very controlled voice, she spoke, "we were friends a long time ago."
Jane studied the young man, and saw the features of a boy she once knew. Of course, it was the lanky boy who used to play spy games all over the house with Kitty when they were kids. He had really grown since Jane last saw him. Amazing that they should end up...Jane looked at Charles and realized the enormity of the situation they were in. Here were four adults from England who had shared a past at one time, apparently lost all contact, and all turned up in the United States years later, in the same town, at the same time, and had all run into each other. Amazing.
Alex walked behind Kitty, holding her chair for her. As Kate sat, she implored Jane to be silent with her eyes. She did not want to discuss the past at this table.
Charles smiled broadly as Catherine sat next to him. "I am delighted to see you again, Kitty. You have grown up since last I saw you!"
Catherine studied her sister and Charles closely. There was something different about Jane. Her eyes were bright and there seemed to be electricity running through her that Catherine had not seen for years. What has happened here?
For the rest of the lunch, Jane and Charles spoke about Suzie. Catherine and Alexander were, for the most part, silent. As they sat over coffee at the end of the meal, Kitty realized that somehow her sister and Bingley seemed to have cleared up their differences. They chatted amiably, and Charles invited Jane to see his new house, and the art collection he had brought over from England. .
As the four parted, Charles kissed Kitty on the forehead and Jane on the cheek. He paused for a moment, smiling into her eyes, before he turned to leave. Alex shook Jane's hand and paused before Catherine. "Kate, I am so glad to have seen you again. I am sorry about my comment earlier. I hope…"
Catherine smiled slightly as he squeezed her hand. "Alex, don't worry. It is forgotten. Take care of yourself." She turned quickly and followed Jane to the car.
Alex stood in the cold, snowflakes swirling around him, and blew a kiss to Kate's back. Her good-bye had not been an "until next time," it had been a "have a nice life."
Chapter 6
"Ok, class, that's it. No homework this weekend." Kitty smiled at the cheers. "I know, I know. Remember, though. You have a test next Wednesday."
A girl yelled, "Who is going to study on Valentine's weekend?"
Someone else asked Kitty what she was going to do on Valentine's day. "Do you have a boyfriend? My older brother picked me up last week. He thinks you're hot!"
"Have a great weekend everyone!" she said with a laugh.
Jane entered the room, maneuvering around students who were racing out of the room in a hurry to start their weekend. "So, Kitty, what are you doing for Valentine's day?"
Kitty laughed. "I have a date with Gone With the Wind and Pretty Woman."
Jane took her sister's arm as they walked to the teacher's lounge. "Charles and I are going to a jazz club in Boston. He is bringing his sister and his friend John, as well. Would you like to join us?"
"What do I have to loose? Jane, are you and Charles official yet?"
Jane blushed and explained that they were taking things slowly. Kitty laughed as Jane pulled a long-stemmed red rose from her mailbox.
"Slowly, indeed!"
Charles stood by the window in his study, watching the blowing snow outside. "What a lovely woman!"
John frowned, but did not look up from the newspaper he was reading.
"Take care, Bingley," he muttered under his breath.
"And her sister Catherine is quite lovely, too. I think that she and Alex … or maybe you…" He smiled at his friend hopefully.
At this John threw the paper aside. "Charles, how many times do I have to tell you that I do not want to be set up with young women! Especially ones, like the Miss Bennets, who are so decidedly below our," at this he looked pointedly at Charles, "social standing."
He stood and walked to the window. "Sometimes I despair of ever finding a woman I could truly care for. She must be accomplished, and hopefully lovely, and have a lively spirit. But I also want a woman who will commit totally to running my estate, to being my wife. The wife of a politician has many duties, and cannot hold her own career."
John sighed and looked at Charles sadly. "And just once I would like to find a woman who is not after me for my estate, my money."
Bingley laughed. "You do realize, John, that your views on the stay-at-home wife are outdated? You said she must be lively, well most vivacious women are out there living their dreams, which usually do involve a career." He laughed, "You now sound much like William did before he met Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I believe love changes even the most settled bachelors for the better. There is a lovely girl out there for you."
John laughed. "Come on Charles. I have grown up, I don't believe in that soulmate nonsense anymore. I will probably just end up marrying some socialite who will live in the country while I stay in London and who will serve no function but to be my hostess and to provide an heir."
Charles laughed, "John, you are hopelessly pigheaded, aren't you? Someday a angel will walk into your life and you will forget all of this patriarchal nonsense."
John laughed harshly, "Right, Charles. And she will appear in this room like an angel out of a dream…" he lost his train of thought as, indeed, woman did walk into the room. It wasn't an angel, for it was only Caroline, but she did look particularly lovely that evening. She had chosen a subdued green dress instead of the flashy, trying-to-look-younger-than-she-was clothes that she normally chose. Alex followed her into the room.
Bingley smiled. "Alex, I am glad that you are here. John, Caroline and I are going to a new Jazz club on Valentine's day. They are bringing in some of the better big bands and swing bands. It should be fun." A shy smile crossed his face, "I have asked Jane to join us." He ignored the twin grimaces on John and Caroline's faces. "The bands start at 8pm Saturday. Will you join us?"
Alex hesitated. "Is Kate joining you?"
Charles smiled at his young friend. "I am sorry, Alex. I don't believe so. Will you come anyway?"
Alex breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if he could be around Kate, especially on Valentine's day, and know that she didn't want him. "Charles, It sounds like fun. I'll meet you there at 9pm. OK?"
Chapter 7
Catherine changed into a black sports bra and green biker shorts, bunched her curly blonde hair into a scrunchie, and pulled on her tennis shoes. She left the locker room, greeting many of the gym's regulars as she began her warm-ups.
After taking a long drink from her water bottle, she began to circle the track, slowly building speed until she hit the euphoric peak known as a runner's high. She settled into a steady pace and adjusted the volume on her headphones, smiling as Aretha Franklin belted out "Natural Woman."
Catherine enjoyed working out, but she always pushed herself the hardest on Fridays. She found it to be the best way to unwind after a long week, and this had been one for the books. Catherine was always in a better mood to begin the weekend after a good, hard workout and then a long walk home.
She slowed her pace to a jog and finally a walk as she finished her laps around the track. She took a few sips of water and stretched out again, pausing to talk with a few friends before she continued her workout.
She decided to use the punching bag, and looked around for someone to hold the bag for her. Her eyes rested on a rather handsome man sitting on a bench, tying his shoes. With a friendly smile on her face, she walked over and introduced herself.
He shook her hand, "Pleased to meet you, Catherine. My name is John Fairchild." He smiled at the sweaty, but beautiful, woman in front of him.
Catherine laughed, "John Fairchild, I have heard that name before. Do you know Charles Bingley?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Indeed, I do."
Catherine laughed again and explained that they would see each other at the little group outing on Saturday evening. She then asked him to hold the punching bag for her.
John was a little taken aback that this pretty and good-natured young woman was one of the Bennet sisters he had abused to Bingley. He supposed that it wouldn't hurt to be kind to this young woman, even though she was middle class.
John was surprised at the vehemence with which the young woman attacked the bag. "Rough week?"
Catherine paused, speaking breathlessly. "You could say that."
"Want an impartial ear to pour your troubles out to?
"My…former…best…friend…showed...up." She punctuated each word with a lunge at the punching bag.
John raised an eyebrow, "and this is a bad thing?"
Catherine stepped around the bag to face John, breathing heavily. "He made a callous remark, but I think that I was a little too rough on him." With a frown, she socked the bag again. "But it was plainly clear to me that we are two different people than we were three years ago. We have both grown up."
John sighed, "I suppose that is to be expected." He could not believe that he had suddenly turned into counselor. "Things change. People change."
At this, Kitty burst into tears. "But I didn't want things to change! He was the best friend I ever had. And it is all my fault."
John awkwardly patted the young woman on the shoulder and handed her a handkerchief. (Even at the gym, true gentlemen always have a handkerchief handy!) "I'm sure it wasn't. Listen, you are in no shape to work out now. Let me buy you a fruit smoothie or something at the juice bar upstairs. It may help you feel better." Catherine nodded and agreed to meet him upstairs after they both had showered and changed.
The two chose a tall table next to a window. John returned with Kitty's raspberry smoothie and a glass of orange juice for himself. For a while they sat in silence, watching the mounting snowfall outside the window. After a while, John asked Catherine what plans she had after she was done with student teaching.
"I want to go to graduate school eventually, but I am not sure if I will do that right away, or if I will teach for a while before doing so."
"Do you want to teach in a university, then?"
"I am not sure. I really enjoy being involved in upper-level decision making, so I may try to work for the education department. I have also played with the idea of law school. There are so many things that I want to do that it is difficult to decide right now."
John smiled at the young woman's ambition. She was more intelligent than he had imagined. Upon finding out that Catherine was interested in politics, John mentioned that he was a member of Parliament. They spent the better part of an hour discussing British politics, which Catherine had been somewhat distanced from during her time in the States. Eventually, Catherine realized that it was getting late. Fairchild offered to drive her home, and Catherine accepted gratefully. The snow had piled up enough that it would not have been a fun walk home.
When they parted, John shook Catherine's hand with a smile. "I must say, Miss Bennet, I enjoyed meeting you." He laughed at himself for thinking ill of this charming young woman earlier. No, she wasn't the type of woman he would ever become romantically involved with, especially because she was so young and unequal to his position, but she would make a pleasant acquaintance. "I will see you tomorrow."
Chapter 8
Charles was looking out the window with a concerned frown on his face. The snow that had been falling softly for several days had now turned into a full-blown blizzard. He could barely make out the lights that marked the end of the driveway through the white-out. He turned to John.
"Do you think I should call them and cancel? I am worried about Jane driving in this. I should have offered to pick them up!" He paced around the room, muttering about his stupidity. "John, do you think they have left yet?"
John looked up from his newspaper. "It couldn't hurt to call."
Charles smiled a little. "Yes, yes. I will do that. I will tell Jane that we will come and get them."
He walked over to the small library desk and picked up the telephone. He dialed and waited a moment. His forehead creased in worry, he hung up.
"The answering machine. Oh, I wonder how long ago they left!"
John folded the newspaper in exasperation and rose from the couch. He walked over to his agitated friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Charles, they will be fine! Jane has apparently lived here for several years. She must be used to Longbourn winters by now."
At that moment, Caroline Bingley walked into the room with a frown on her face. "The Bennet sisters are here," she spat. She then went into a tirade about bringing that rabble back into their lives. A brilliant smile crossed Charles face, and he almost tripped over his sister in his haste to greet their guests. John laughed and shook his head as he left the study. Caroline frowned angrily.
Charles walked to Catherine with both of his hands outstretched. "Kitty, I am so glad you found the house! Where is your sister?" She laughed. "Jane is trying to park that boat of a car she has someplace where it won't be covered by snow. She says that the wind will blow snow off of the banks along your driveway and bury it in a matter of minutes."
She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the paintings and the antiquities. She squealed in delight as she saw several pieces and paintings she had seen in books. "Oh, Charles, I cannot believe that you have such a collection! What is this? She pointed to a lovely small vase. While Charles told her about the vase, Catherine's mind wandered. She looked around, half expecting Alexander to descend the stairs.
She was startled out of her reverie when she realized that Charles was addressing her. "What?"
Bingley smiled. "Catherine, this is my friend John Fairchild. He will be your date for the evening, if you don't mind." he introduced her to the gentleman that had just entered the library.
John smiled and clasped Catherine's hand. "I am delighted to see you again, Miss Bennet." He knew that it would be a pleasant evening with Catherine at his side. Because there was no romantic tension between them, he would be free to enjoy himself. He was also relieved not to have to escort Caroline. Bingley's sister decided not to join them once she heard the Bennets would join their party.
At that moment, Jane entered the room. By the way Charles' face lit up, Catherine knew that it was just a manner of time before Jane and Charles would be head over heels for each other, again.
Catherine sat at the small half circle table and watched enviously as couples swirled about the dance floor. She longed to dance, but did not want to pull Charles away from her sister. And John seemed disinclined to brave the dance floor. They had chatted pleasantly for a while, but eventually fell silent as they listened to the band. Catherine leaned her chin on her hand and closed her eyes, listening to the song that filled the room. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She straightened, embarrassed. It was Bingley.
"Kitty, John, you can't just sit and listen to music like this. I must have you dance!"
Kitty admitted that the music was wonderful. Right now the rest of the band had left the stage and the pianist was playing a lovely version of "My Funny Valentine."
John stood and gave Catherine his hand. "I must apologize beforehand, Miss Bennet. I am somewhat out of practice."
Catherine laughed and let John lead her to the floor. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the music as they danced.
Alex had arrived after the rest of the party. He saw them sitting at a small table at the edge of the first tier of tables. His heartbeat quickened when he saw that Kate was sitting with the group. He hadn't expected to see her. He sat at the bar and ordered a martini to calm his senses, to relax. He turned on the stool to watch her, fascinated by the play of candlelight on her soft features. Catherine Bennet was indeed beautiful. She wore a dark blue, knee-length velvet dress with a swingy skirt and white satin spaghetti straps. Her light, curly hair was piled on her head with two jeweled combs, but several sweet tendrils escaped by her ears and neck. Around her neck was a length of velvet ribbon. He cringed when she stood to dance with Mr. Fairlawn. He could not stand to see her dancing with anyone else.
John smiled at Catherine. He had to admit he was having a good time. Miss Bennet was a good dance partner, light on her feet. As the band roared out the strains of "In the Mood," John spun Kitty around the dance floor. Let them call me stuffy, now! he thought, as he flipped her over his arm. John loved big band music and, although he did not usually like to dance, he did enjoy swing dancing. It was accompanied by great music, and it was expected that you change partners a lot, so John was never forced to undergo the uneasiness of trying to please a constant dance partner.
Kitty laughed breathlessly as her blue skirt swirled about her legs. Who would have thought that Fairlawn was such a good dance partner? Why, she didn't have to do anything but follow his strong lead as he tossed her around the floor. Kitty's cheeks were red with exertion and her eyes bright with laughter by the time the song ended. She happily accepted when John asked if he could buy her a drink.
The bartender laughed at Alex. He had watched the play of emotions across the young man's face as he gazed at the lovely young woman. "Why don't you cut in, if it bothers you so? She is a lovely woman."
Alex smiled wryly. "She wouldn't stand for it. Once you get on Kate's bad side, it takes a while to redeem yourself."
The bartender tossed a towel over his shoulder. "Tell me about it." He grinned. Hearing the stories of love-struck Romeos was one of his favorite parts of the job. He always felt good if he could talk them into approaching the woman of their fancy. Of course, he always made sure that they were pleasantly liquored up before their confrontation. Some may say that alcohol was the root of all evil. Frank Brown had seen it soften enough guys up that in his opinion it worked almost as well as a love potion…as long as they didn't overdo it.
Several other guys at the bar pulled their stools closer to Alex, listening to him tell how he had fallen for his best friend just before he changed colleges. Somehow, they had lost touch and he had not seen her, except once, until he came to the States. The guys hooted and slapped him on the back.
"Then go to it, man!"
Alex told them of his mistake at lunch that week. The older men smiled, remembering when they had once pined for certain lovely young women. They were all in a nostalgic mood; both because of the music and because of the hope radiating in all of the young faces surrounding them.
Frank laughed. "I don't know a single dame that won't fall for a rose, a sweet song and a good dancer. Can you dance, boy?"
Alex laughed. "Kate talked me into taking a dance class with her during her first year at university."
The guy sitting next to Alex slapped him on the back. "I know a guy in the band. What song would you like, buddy?"
Alex smiled, "Kate always liked 'Dream a little Dream of me.' It was the first song we ever danced to."
The man smiled. "It is done." He left his seat and walked to the stage.
Frank pulled a rose from a large arrangement on the edge of the bar. He handed it to Alex. Looking at him for a second, he grinned, walked back to the arrangement, broke off a rosebud, and tucked it into Alex's buttonhole. "For luck, pal."
Alex laughed out loud. He rose from his stool and walked towards Kate and Fairchild, followed by a chorus of wolf whistles, well wishes, and laughter. Even the toughest of men have a soft side.
Kitty and John sat at the table laughing and sharing stories about their worst dance experiences.
"…and then he twirled me into a waiter with a tray full of drinks. They went everywhere!"
John laughed. "I guess it was vodka martinis on the house, then."
Catherine burst into laughter. "That isn't the worst part. He kicked his leg up so I could duck under it, and his shoe flew and hit the lead singer of the band…knocked him out!"
John chuckled, studying the woman in front of him. She may only be a teacher, but she was very pretty, and great company. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to see her more often. She had said that she needed a friend. He hadn't had a female friend for a long time, if ever. "There is another club that pulls in big name bands one Saturday night a month. Would you like to join me next month? You're a great dancer, and I'd like to see how we can hold our own against some of Boston's best."
Kitty smiled, excited at the challenge. "I would love to, John!"
Alex stood close enough to hear the conversation. His face fell as Kate took John's arm and led him back to the dance floor "to practice for next month." She looked like she was having such a good time that he didn't dare cut in. He handed the rose to an old woman tapping her feet to the music. With one last pained look over his shoulder, he left the club and walked into the snowstorm, followed by the strains of "Dream a Little Dream of me."
Chapter 9
Kitty sat on the window seat of her bedroom, admiring the sparkle of the pink sunset on the white snow. The sad, sweet melody of 'Shennandoah,' an old civil war tune, filled the room. The nostalgic simplicity of the song prompted the return of half-forgotten memories. She took a sip of her steaming chamomile tea and pulled the soft green afghan closer about her shoulders.
Catherine threw her arms around her best friend. "I can't believe I just graduated. College has always seemed so far away. I feel so old all of a sudden."
Alex laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "What does that make me? I've been in college for two years already."
Catherine smiled brilliantly and grabbed his tie, dragging him over to a window. "See that, Alex?" She pointed to a bird that flew high above the trees. "That is me. I am going to get out of here. I am going places." She ripped off her mortarboard, sending blonde curls tumbling about her shoulders.
Alex chuckled. "I don't doubt it." He was suddenly serious. "Kate, do you think things will change between us? Once you are in college men will be falling all over themselves to date you. I don't think too many will like the fact that your best friend is a guy."
Catherine spun around, "Alex, nothing will ever come between you and I. You are my best friend, and I love you" Alex hugged her fiercely. He grinned when he noticed that his girlfriend and Kate's boyfriend were snapping pictures of them like mad. He whispered in her ear and, with evil smiles, they raced to their significant others and attacked them with tickles.
Kitty felt a tear trickle down her cheek. What have I done? She hugged her knees miserably.
Alex entered Kate's dorm room to find her curled in a ball at the foot of her bed, sobbing. He closed the door and silently sat on the bed, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. When she felt his strong arms embrace her, Catherine began to cry harder. Alex let her cry, whispering into her hair. Finally she calmed down, and lifted her tear-streaked face to look at him. In a hoarse voice, with flaming eyes, she spoke, "He slept with Jenny Fisher." Alex leaned against the headboard and cradled her in his arms until she fell asleep.
Alex paused to look out the window as he was typing E-mail to his family. It had started to snow again. Somehow, there was a break in the clouds that allowed the purple sunset to highlight the tiny snow crystals. Alex felt like he was in a snow globe. With a smile on his face, he realized that it had been a long time since he last played in the snow.
"Catherine, I am transferring to Oxford next year. I am afraid we won't see each other as much." Catherine grimaced.
She knew he had considered it, and knew that it was best for him, but she wanted to keep her friend by her side. With a wicked grin, she threw a snowball at him. "Traitor!"
With a yell, Alex ran and caught her arm, wrestling her down onto the ground. "Take it back!" He yelled, holding a threatening mittful of snow above her face.
Catherine laughed a challenge and tried to struggle from his grasp. Suddenly, however, her face changed, becoming sad. "I know this is best for you, Alex, but I don't want to lose the best friend I ever had."
Alex smiled and brushed a damp blonde curl off of her face. "It won't, I promise." He leaned down to hug her, but stopped, staring at her rosy face. As something clicked inside of him, Alex's smile vanished, and he was suddenly serious. Slowly enough that she would have time to turn away, he moved closer, cradling her head with his hand. He felt the earth shake as he brushed her mouth with his, and then slowly kissed the cold from her lips. As he pulled away, visibly shaken, Catherine stared at him in astonishment and confusion. With a cry of anguish, she pushed him off of her and struggled to her feet. Taking one last, heart wrenching look over her shoulder, she ran.
Alex pushed the laptop away from him and buried his head in his hands.
Alex ran down the concourse, racing to gate 24 A. As he reached gate 24, he stopped in his tracks. Standing by the window of 24 B, twirling a blonde curl around one finger, was Catherine Bennet. He had not seen her for almost a year and a half. He checked in at the booth, and then walked over to the young woman.
She acted surprised to see him and smiled as she shook his hand. "Alex, I am so happy to see you again. It has been a while, hasn't it."
Alex grinned. She looked lovelier than ever. He had a sudden surge of hope as she squeezed his hands. "Kate, you look lovely. Where are you flying?"
She gave him a breathtakingly beautiful smile. "I am flying to Dublin. I am getting married in six days!"
Alex dropped his briefcase in shock. "Married?"
She smiled and held up her left hand, which sported a large diamond. "Colin and I met a year ago this past January. He is a wonderful man."
Alex smiled bravely. "I am happy for you, Kate. I hope he deserves you."
She hugged him. "You were always so sweet to me. I wish…" A voice over the intercom announced the last call for passengers boarding the plane to Dublin. Catherine kissed Alex on the cheek. "Take care of yourself, Alex." She hurried into the corridor, leaving Alex staring after her, touching his cheek with a trembling hand.
Alex jerked his head up as John entered the library. He studied the young man carefully. "Feeling all right, Alexander?"
Alex forced a smile. "Fine, John." He noticed the man's formal attire. "Going somewhere?"
John smiled. "I am meeting Catherine Bennet and two of her friends for dinner." He did not see the stricken expression on Alex's face.
Chapter 10
John whistled to himself as he straightened his tie in the mirror. It had been a long time since he went on a real date. From what Kitty said, Miss Lucas was a lovely woman. Her father was the mayor of Longbourn. While that was not altogether very impressive to John, it gave her a small measure of increased importance. Besides, Catherine would be there, and she would be good company even if his date wasn't.
Alex watched from his position at the desk. He and Fairchild never spoke much, although they were both Bingley's guests. The fact that he seemed to be taking Alex's place at Kate's side did not help their relationship. Alex never asked about Catherine. Up until now, he knew that the two had only met in large groups. But now that they were going on a date things might be different. How could John resist Kate? And Kate, offered the attentions of a rich, intelligent, handsome, relatively nice man, would she refuse him? Even Bingley expressed his hopes for the pair. Alex had to discern Fairchild's feelings for Catherine. He rose and walked over to John. Trying to sound casual, he asked, "So John, you have been seeing a lot of Miss Bennet lately, haven't you?"
John studied Alexander, somewhat surprised. "Yes, I have seen her a number of times."
Alex suppressed a frown. "What do you think of her?"
John smiled slightly. "She is a pleasant young woman. Only a student teacher, of course, but she is nice to be around. Very pretty."
Alex cringed. Only a student teacher? Nice to be around? Pleasant? How can you be condescending to such a woman?
John continued. "Yes, I think that she and I are becoming quite good friends. She seems to enjoy my company."
Alex paled and excused himself. He had just reached the top of the stairs when the doorbell sounded. Alex turned to see Catherine enter the hall with Charlotte following behind. Catherine removed the long dark gray wool coat and green muffler in a fluid motion, smiling at the butler. I would give anything for that smile to be trained on me, Alex mused.
The butler said that John was on the telephone and would be a while. Charlotte asked to be shown to the bathroom, and Kitty waited in the hall, admiring a book of poetry that sat on a table.
Alexander came down the grand stairway slowly. She did not see him. He stood on the stairs and watched her. She was wearing a long hunter green wool skirt and a cream sweater set. Her lovely hair was held back by two silver barrettes. It had always infuriated him when she put her hair up. Yes, it was lovely any way she wore it, but Alex always wanted to remove the combs or clips or ribbons and watch it tumble around her shoulders, to bury his face in the golden waterfall. Watching her, Alex decided that he had avoided confrontation enough. Kate used to say that one of his best qualities was that he always faced his problems immediately and could never sleep on them. Well, for once he had, and he hated the feeling it gave him. It was time to end this. He walked down the stairs quietly, his smile growing as he finally allowed himself to be close to her; to the woman he loved.
He walked up behind Catherine, smiling as her soft voice read a sonnet from the book. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day…"
Alex moved closer and whispered into her ear, "Thou art more lovely and more fair."
Catherine turned with a gasp, almost losing her balance. Alex grabbed her elbow to steady her.
He smiled brilliantly, the intensity of his emotions glowing in his blue eyes, "Hello Kate." A million words were conveyed within that simple greeting.
Catherine's throat constricted. "Alex." She smiled slightly, tentatively. "It has been a while."
Alex smiled and turned her to face him. "I was just thinking the same thing. Kate, I really want … need to talk with you. Can we find a quiet place and…"
At that moment John entered the room. "Are you ready for your big date, Catherine?"
Alexander averted his face. Kate really is dating John? Kate placed her hand on his arm.
"Alex, I am busy tonight, but I would like to speak with you, too. Could you meet me tomorrow for coffee?"
Alex tried to smile. "I would like that, Kate. Whenever you are available."
John introduced himself to Charlotte and they headed to the car. Catherine started to follow them, but turned back to Alex. She noticed the stricken look on his face, and walked closer.
"Alex, don't look like that. You are right, we do need to talk. Can we meet tomorrow evening at the Woodhouse café? It is relatively quiet." She touched his cheek with her hand.
Alex covered his hand with his own. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Kate, I was thinking some place where we can be completely alone. Will you meet me here? We can have the small parlor to ourselves."
Kate hesitated and then smiled. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, whispering, "I am so glad that we are going to sort things out. I have missed my best friend so much."
Alex closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her, twining one hand in her soft hair. "Your friend has missed you, too," he murmured against her hair. They stood in the embrace for a moment until Alex took a deep breath, forced a grin, and stepped back. He knew very well that if he remained a moment longer he would lose control. "Your date awaits you." He squeezed her hands and walked away, leaving Catherine with a delighted, but curious smile on her face.
Chapter 11
Richard Fitzwilliam sat at the table staring at the patterns the flickering candle made on the white linen tablecloth. He had just folded his napkin into a bird when John entered with a lovely woman on each of his arms. Richard leaped to his feet with a broad smile on his handsome face.
"Miss Bennet!"
Catherine dropped John's arm and walked towards the gentleman, offering her hand. "You must be Richard." She smiled, "Your brother must call me Miss Bennet but, as you are not my student, you may call me Catherine, or Kitty, if you wish." She teased, her eyes sparkling.
"I am delighted to finally meet you, Kitty!"
Catherine laughed, remembering that Bobby, Richard's brother, had mentioned that Richard thought she was 'hot.' For some reason, Catherine's students were determined to set her up with someone. When they had the nerve to link her name with Mr. Collins, even though it was merely in jest, Kitty finally consented to be set up on a blind date with Bobby Fitzwilliam's older brother. Although, she thought, it really wasn't completely a blind date if Richard had already seen her once.
Catherine introduced the rest of the party and they sat at the small round table. Richard smoothed out the napkin he had folded with a slightly embarrassed grin.
The conversation started out rather haltingly, as on most blind dates. Charlotte had not dated since her divorce and was uncertain how to act. She had only come because of Kitty's plea that Richard might be a creep, and that she wanted to get John away from his work.
Catherine studied the three individuals seated at the table with her. Richard was studying the menu intently. He looked at her occasionally with very pleasant light brown eyes. His forehead furrowed momentarily as he puzzled over the French on the menu. Charlotte had a slight blush on her cheeks as John handed her a menu. Catherine supposed that Charlotte was so used to the awkward way Mr. Collins treated women that she did not know how to react to a true gentleman. John was smiling patiently as he read the French menu items to her.
Richard looked at Charlotte, smiled, and mentioned their mutual illiteracy in French. "Perhaps we should take a class together, madam, just so we can read a menu!" This prompted a laugh from the lady that changed the dynamics of the group. By the time their food arrived, the four had drowned a bottle of wine and began on their second. They shared childhood stories, compared England and the United States, discussed politics, and other first dates.
When they had finally finished dinner, coffee and dessert, Catherine announced that, because it had been a long day, she was ready to go home. John offered to take Charlotte home, and Richard drove Catherine. Before the four parted, Kitty and John invited Richard and Charlotte to join them for their monthly swing dance night the next day. Catherine secretly hoped that after their talk the next day, she would be able to convince Alex to join them. On the way home, Richard and Catherine were silent. When Richard walked her to her door, he kissed her cheek, saying that he was excited to see her again the next evening.
Alexander was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich when John came in for a glass of water.
"John, do you know where they keep the knives? I can't find any!"
John laughed, "some cooks have funny habits. This one, I discovered last week, is superstitious about leaving knives in the open, or within reach. He puts them on the top shelf of the closet in the pantry."
Alex retrieved a knife, finished his sandwich, and leaned against the center island of the kitchen.
"Did you have a good time, John?" He nodded.
Alex cautiously asked how John liked his date. John commented on the woman's gentile manners, her good taste, her refined sense of humor, her intelligence. While he listened, Alex's face became more and more downcast until one phrase caught his absolute attention. He asked John to repeat it.
"I said she had lovely brown eyes…almost like cinnamon tea with swirls of honey."
Alex's jaw dropped. Either he did not know Kitty at all, or he was talking about another woman. Brown eyes, not the ever-changing blue of sparkling waterfalls, of the ocean on a summer afternoon, of the deepest velvet. Alex's own blue eyes glimmered with hope. "And what was the name of your lovely companion?"
John smiled. "Charlotte Lucas, the Mayor's daughter."
Alex breathed a tremendous sigh of relief as he set his plate in the sink. After he bid goodnight to John, he returned to his room, changing into a pair of flannel pants. He walked to the window. With a silly grin on his face he did something he hadn't done since he was a child. He wished on a star, and this time he did not wish for his very own elephant. He slid between the cool covers with a gorgeous, hopeful smile on his face. John and Kate were not dating. Suddenly, he sat up with a horror-stricken face, Then who was Kate's date?
Chapter 12
Catherine and Jane sat at the kitchen table, watching the sunrise through the window. They loved their mornings, and even on Saturdays rose with the sun. Jane slipped out of her chair as a high pitched whistle filled the room. The tea water was done. Kitty sat with one foot tucked under her, still wearing her terry-cloth robe. She held her mug, one that she had made in a ceramics class the year before, in both of her hands.
As they waited for the tea to steep, Jane asked Catherine about the night before. Catherine played with a ribbon. "It went very well. I think John and Charlotte got along well."
"And what of your Mr. Fitzwilliam?"
Kitty smiled. "He is very handsome, completely charming, and pleasant. He is tall, well built, has brown eyes that would melt chocolate, and dimples!" She laughed delightedly, "Dimples get me every time. He is joining John and I tonight." Her laugh was almost a giggle. "I feel like a sixteen year old!" She poured tea from the steaming ceramic teapot into her mug, adding a tiny amount of honey. As she stirred the tea, she leaned over and inhaled its soothing aroma.
After a moment of silence, she spoke again, "Jane, Alex and I are finally going to talk today."
Jane smiled at her sister. Except for Christmas visits, Jane had been absent from her sister's life from the time she entered high school until she came to the States to student teach. This had not, however, prevented Jane from following her life. The two had exchanged weekly letters. Through Kitty's letters, she had learned of the growing friendship with the young man. Jane had counseled her sister through their falling out. From what she had seen at the restaurant, Mr. Waterpool felt a lot more than friendship for her sister. Jane, however, would not divulge her insight, as Kitty had already rejected the advances of this young man once. Much better to let them define their own relationship without the interference of well-meaning relatives.
Kitty finished her tea and turned on her hot rollers before climbing into the shower. As the hot water coursed over her and the steam cleared her head, Catherine questioned what, exactly, she wished to gain out of this meeting. She knew that they could never return to the innocent friendship they had enjoyed in high school. A momentary flash of the passion in Alex's eyes as he kissed her in the snow years before coursed through her mind. Catherine shivered, despite the hot water. No, after that, they could never return to what they had been. They could never again be so completely at ease with each other. So where did that leave them? She climbed out of the shower and stood before the steamy mirror. With one damp hand she wiped the steam from the circle that reflected her face. She stared at the young woman reflected in the glass. How much had she changed since then? How much had he? And what of Richard Fitzwilliam? She closed her eyes and a momentary vision of laughing brown eyes and soft but firm lips on her cheek made her face burn.
Alex sat on the top step of Bingley's large house and removed his running shoes. Steam curled from his nostrils, but the air was warm with an unexpected thaw. He smiled grimly as he watched the blazing pink sunrise. It was nice to look at, but it warned about the weather to come. He slapped his shoes against the railing to remove the slush and ran a hand through his sweaty brown hair. With one last glance at the sky, he entered the house. Stripping out of his sweaty clothes, Alex stepped into the steamy shower. He leaned his hands against the shower wall and lowered his head, letting the hot water flow over him.
He stepped out of the shower and rubbed his hair with a towel. As he entered his room, he paused at the night stand. He reverently picked up a small blue velvet box and looked inside. Someday…
A light snow began to fall mid-afternoon, and the temperature dropped. The servants scurried about the Bingley house lighting fireplaces. It was a huge old house with an inadequate heating system. To create more efficient heating would have required tearing through the beautifully carved and molded walls. The previous owners, like Bingley, preferred the warmth and ambiance created by the fireplaces to the modernization of the lovely mansion.
Alex, John and Charles went skiing for several hours, returning around 5pm, in time for a light dinner. Alex had little appetite. Catherine was due to arrive at seven. After dinner, the gentlemen retired to the library. Bingley and John settled back with their port, but Alex opted for one glass of wine. He wanted a clear head tonight. By 7:07, Alex was pacing by the window. Charles and John exchanged a bemused glance.
"One would think you are in love with the girl," John spoke with a laugh, not expecting the glare that was thrown in his direction. He rose and walked to the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry, Alex. I didn't know. Can I do anything?"
Alex frowned and stared into the snow. "Can you make her love me? Can you place the honey-sweet words of a poet on my tongue?"
He turned in agitation as the servant announced the arrival of Miss Bennet. With a desperate glance at Bingley and Fairchild, he left the room.
John smiled slightly and quietly wished the young man luck.
Catherine settled into one of the large, soft chairs by the fire in the parlor while Alex ordered hot chocolate from the kitchen. She tucked her feet underneath her and held her hands towards the warmth of the fire. Alex came to sit in the chair next to hers. They sat in amiable silence until a servant brought steaming mugs of hot chocolate and fresh scones.
Finally, Kate turned to Alex. "I don't think I ever asked you how you ended up in Longbourn."
Alex smiled, glad to begin on neutral ground. He explained that after he graduated, he took an internship at the Fairchild Architecture firm, acting as go-fer for Charles Bingley, the Vice President. Like Bingley, as the oldest son of a wealthy family neither really needed to work, but they felt it was important. That fact made them truly enjoy their jobs and drew them together. By the end of Alex's first year, the two were good friends. In the next two years, he had risen to become Bingley's assistant. When the company decided to open a branch in Boston, Bingley was appointed to oversee the project. John Fairchild, the company's owner, came along to interview perspective candidates. Although he did not know Alexander well, he had been impressed with Bingley's description of his dedication and charisma. He asked Alexander to accompany them. Once the interviewing was finished, at the end of March, Alex was to return to England and report the results of the hiring to the board of directors.
Alex shifted in his chair. "So, how did you end up student teaching in the States?"
"I applied for the same exchange program that Jane did. The two universities exchange ten student teachers every year. It is quite an experience." She set her mug on the table. "Alex, neither of us are here to talk about our boring lives. Would you like to speak first, or shall I?"
Alex smiled. "My dear Catherine, somehow over the years we went from being best friends to casual acquaintances. I don't particularly care to rehash how or why that happened. I just want you back in my life."
Catherine laughed. "Isn't this the way it always is? Women, like me, always want to talk through everything, and men want to spare the details and go for action." She smiled at Alex's frown. "All right, I will give you your way for now. How do you propose we regain our friendship?"
"I would like for us to do things together…you know, go on dates, stay in and rent movies, all the things we used to do."
"…Council each other on our love lives?" Kitty laughed.
Alex set his mug down. "Kate, I love you."
Kate smiled. "I know, Alex. I love you too. Even during our fall out I knew that you were the best friend I ever had."
He took both of her hands in his. "Kate, I don't think you understand. This isn't some olive branch I am throwing you. I am laying my heart at your feet."
She smiled patiently. "Alex, I know you love me. We were the best, the closest of friends. You don't share a relationship that close without truly loving the other person."
"But I love you more than just as a friend."
Kate stopped him with a hug. "Alex, you don't have to convince me. I know we are soul mates. This is getting silly. Listen, are you going to come dancing with us tonight?"
Alex sighed, exasperated. She was obviously not getting his point. Time to change tactics. He stood from the chair and walked to her, wrapping his arms around her. He bent his face to kiss her.
Kate smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I am so glad to have you back, Alex." She spun out of his arms and walked to a mirror. "Will you help me pick out a dress tonight? I have to look extra special because Richard is going to be there. I always thought that in dressing me, you were better than a mirror."
"Richard?"
"Oh, he was my blind date last night. Gorgeous…wonderful eyes. Almost as handsome as you are!"
Alex laughed. This Richard didn't stand a chance. So she was being incredibly dense. It just meant that he would have some courting to do. Well, he could handle that. He did love the thrill of the chase. He had a month in which to win her, at the end of which she would be head over heels. He walked up behind her and kissed the top of her head, secure in himself. "Kate, darling, whatever you want." At least he had her back.
Chapter 13
Charlotte smiled as John whirled her about the dance floor. It was an exciting to receive attention from a man such as John Fairchild. He was handsome, intelligent, charming and refined. It was a wonderful change. For the first time in her life, Charlotte felt attractive and alive.
Charlotte had known as a teenager that she did not have the blatant good looks of many of her friends. Her soft brown hair and light brown eyes did not make her stand out. She was mild mannered and pleasant, but never had the courage to approach men on her own. Collins was the first man to ask her out. She had been twenty and afraid that she would never marry. She had realized her mistake the day after her wedding. Collins had changed from a charmer into a self-centered, self-righteous slime. During the five years of their marriage, he had become lazy and a slack, pasty mask replaced his former pleasant face. He never once showed her the respect or love that he promised when he proposed. She hated him.
Now, at twenty-nine, Charlotte had grown into her looks. Her light brown eyes and hair contrasted nicely with her soft, creamy skin. She did not know it, but men finally thought Charlotte was lovely. They were not only drawn to her looks, but also to her kindness, her soft voice, and her intelligence. Charlotte could have had any number of suitors since she left her husband had she felt the confidence to pursue them.
As Alex walked into the club, it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dusky light. There was a band playing Brian Setzer's "Jump, Jive and Wail" up front. Alex did not see Kate, but he knew that she was there. He ordered a drink and sat at a small table by the dance floor. As he sat, his eyes scanned the bright forms that were flying about the dance floor. It looked like a snow globe filled with glitter. The woman all wore twirly, sparkly dresses and most of the men wore brightly colored shirts.
Finally his searching eyes found her. She was laughing, her white teeth and eyes bright in her face. Her curly honey blonde hair was loose, held back on the sides by two jeweled clips. She wore a swingy light green dress and silver strappy shoes. She looked lovely.
Alexander straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and walked onto the dance floor. With a smile, he tapped on the shoulder of Kate's partner just as the song ended. "May I cut in?"
Catherine looked at Alex, eyes wide with surprise.
"Richard and I just got out here…"
Richard smiled at Catherine and whispered in her ear, "Give the guy a chance." He bowed to Kitty and gave her hand to Alexander. "My pleasure."
Kitty smiled at Richard, "thanks for the dance."
Just then a familiar song came on. It started with a piano solo, but soon the brass, percussion and vocals filled the room. Catherine's eyes widened as Alex grinned broadly. He leaned over and whispered, "Just think of this as an apology…"
Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you",
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
"Dream A Little Dream of Me".
As he pulled her into his arms, Alex could smell her soft perfume. The delicate, feminine scent had an intoxicating effect.
Just say "goodnight" and kiss me,
Oh, hold me tight and tell me you miss me;
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream A Little Dream Of Me.
Catherine was surprised how right it felt to be in Alex's arms again; it had been so long. His arms were warm and inviting. He smelled faintly of shaving cream and leather. She smiled at Alex. "Did you request this song?" It had always been one of her favorite songs. He nodded an affirmative. Catherine laughed softly.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss;
I'm longing to linger till dawn, my dear,
Just saying this:
Alex looked down in surprise as Catherine moved closer. Her face mesmerized him. Her lovely light cream skin contrasted softly with the exquisite brows and eyelashes on her closed eyes. A tendril of soft golden hair caressed her cheek, and he felt a strong urge to brush it away. Catherine laid her head against his chest, oblivious to everything except the song playing. Alex leaned his cheek against her soft hair and wrapped his arms tighter around her.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,
But in your dreams whatever they be,
Dream A Little Dream Of Me.
Alex pulled back a little. So she had been rather...clueless earlier in the evening. He smiled, well, there is one clue that she cannot possibly miss. Alex lifted her chin with one hand, chuckling at the surprised look in her eyes. The surprises have just begun my dear. He locked his other arm around her waist and lowered his mouth to hers. He smiled against her lips at her gasp of amazement before he rendered her senseless.
As the kiss ended, Catherine stepped back slightly, raising a hand to her bruised lips. She grasped his sleeve as her head swam dizzily. "You love me?"
Alex grinned. "I told you three times this afternoon, Kate."
She blinked confusedly, shook her head and grabbed his shirt with both of her hands. She pulled him towards her and locked her eyes with his. "I just have to check...one more time..." She stood on her toes and locked one hand in his hair, pulling his lips to hers once again.
Say "nightie-night" and kiss me,
Oh, hold me tight and tell me you miss me;
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream A Little Dream Of Me.Dream A little dream of you and me.